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Prompt: Pleading

Character(s): Human Au!Kanato, Reader

Warnings: General DL nastiness

Kanato had never felt so small as when you had him cornered. In front of the strength of a vampire, he’d never imagined being so weak, and yet, you kept him under your thumb as easily as if he was a child.

From drinking your fill from him until his head spun to ripping his clothes off just to hear him scream, Kanato had never been tortured like he had during his time with you. It was humiliating, frustrating beyond all belief, and yet, all he could do was cry and beg you not to hurt him.

Teddy was his only comfort, and the familiar feel of his bear’s soft fur seemed like the only thing that was keeping him from some kind of break.

So Kanato clung to his lifeline. Teddy hadn’t left his arms since you’d introduced yourself as a vampire, and even when you mocked him for wanting to carry around a child’s toy, Kanato had refused to let go. He needed Teddy. He was the one thing Kanato had left to remind him of his previous life, the one thing his mother had ever given him.

The one sign that he’d been loved.

He’d been sitting in a corner alone, murmuring to the bear in soft, low tones, when you’d shown up, crouching in front of him with a predatory grin.

With a shriek, Kanato fell backwards, pressing himself as far back into the corner as possible to get away from you. All you did was laugh, leaning in closer so that Kanato had nowhere to get away from you.

“Why do you carry this ratty thing around, anyway?” you asked, giving Teddy’s ear a light tug, and Kanato barey resisted the urge to scream. No one touched Teddy like that. It was only the fear of being hurt that kept Kanato quiet, kept him from yanking the bear away and pushing past you.

“T-Teddy is mine,” he squeaked instead, pulling the bear closer to him in a tight, nervous grip.

“That’s not what I asked, is it?” you replied, eyes glowing a bit in the dim light. “It’s stupid. You look like a little kid hauling that dumb thing around. Don’t you feel embarrassed, talking to a toy?”

Kanato’s cheeks burned, and he looked down miserably. Of course you’d mock him for having Teddy. Everyone did.

He didn’t reply, turning his head away in a sullen gesture that he should have known would irritate you. Your grin dropped.

The next thing Kanato knew, Teddy wasn’t in his arms.

You stood up, dangling the bear by one arm, and Kanato did scream. He was on his feet in an instant, reaching for his precious toy with both hands, but you easily kept it out of reach, moving faster than Kanato could possibly keep up with every time he made a grab for it.

“Give him back! Give me Teddy!” he shrieked, not realizing that you were making him go in circles as he lunged for the bear.

“Nope~ It’s stupid, so you don’t get to have him anymore. You don’t need something like this. I think I’ll throw him in the trash where he belongs.” You were laughing again, mocking and cruel.

Kanato screeched miserably, frantically reaching for Teddy as you dangled him just out of his reach, but it did nothing. Panic was setting in; were you really going to just throw him away?

“Please, please don’t!” he choked out, feeling like the pleading words were burning in his throat. “Just give him back!”

“Hmm, maybe. How about if you get down and beg me, I’ll consider giving the dumb toy back to you?” you were grinning, fangs terrifyingly obvious, and Kanato could feel the tears burning in his eyes, fear and humiliation burning in his throat, terror choking him with every breath.

Teddy was hanging from your hand, arm squished in a grip that was much too tight. You’d break him if you kept it up.

With a tight chest and nauseated feeling rising in him, Kanato lowered himself to his knees, the hard wood sending a chill through him. He could feel himself choking down his pride, but he bent forwards anyway, tears spilling over as he lowered himself to a pleading position in front of you.

“Please, please give him back,” he begged, voice pathetic even to his own ears as tears ran down his face. “Please give Teddy back to me.”

“Not good enough,” you replied simply. “I want to see that you mean it. I’m not going to give him back if you aren’t serious.”

“I said please,” Kanato howled, ducking his head and choking on a sob. “I’ll do whatever you want. You can have my blood, you can hurt me, anything, just give him back!” The sobs were coming freely now, Kanato’s voice thick with crying, panic making it hard to think.

“Silly boy, I could do all that anyway,” you laughed, “but since you’ve been so obedient, I suppose you can have your toy.” With that, you dropped Teddy in front of him, the bear hitting the ground with a soft noise.

Scrambling, Kanato grabbed Teddy before you could take him away again, moving so quickly that he knew the wood floor would leave nasty bruises on his knees. He clutched Teddy to his chest, curling up and clinging to him, rushed thanks falling from his throat. If he wasn’t grateful enough, you’d take Teddy away again, he feared.

You got bored of his crying after a few moments, and vanished from the room, leaving him to cling to Teddy and sob.

The sickest part was that he was grateful, legitimately thankful that you’d given Teddy back. It would have been so easy for you to throw him away, Kanato knew.

And all it had cost him was his pride.

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Prompt: Pleading

Character(s): Human Au!Kanato, Reader

Warnings: General DL nastiness

Kanato had never felt so small as when you had him cornered. In front of the strength of a vampire, he’d never imagined being so weak, and yet, you kept him under your thumb as easily as if he was a child.

From drinking your fill from him until his head spun to ripping his clothes off just to hear him scream, Kanato had never been tortured like he had during his time with you. It was humiliating, frustrating beyond all belief, and yet, all he could do was cry and beg you not to hurt him.

Teddy was his only comfort, and the familiar feel of his bear’s soft fur seemed like the only thing that was keeping him from some kind of break.

So Kanato clung to his lifeline. Teddy hadn’t left his arms since you’d introduced yourself as a vampire, and even when you mocked him for wanting to carry around a child’s toy, Kanato had refused to let go. He needed Teddy. He was the one thing Kanato had left to remind him of his previous life, the one thing his mother had ever given him.

The one sign that he’d been loved.

He’d been sitting in a corner alone, murmuring to the bear in soft, low tones, when you’d shown up, crouching in front of him with a predatory grin.

With a shriek, Kanato fell backwards, pressing himself as far back into the corner as possible to get away from you. All you did was laugh, leaning in closer so that Kanato had nowhere to get away from you.

“Why do you carry this ratty thing around, anyway?” you asked, giving Teddy’s ear a light tug, and Kanato barey resisted the urge to scream. No one touched Teddy like that. It was only the fear of being hurt that kept Kanato quiet, kept him from yanking the bear away and pushing past you.

“T-Teddy is mine,” he squeaked instead, pulling the bear closer to him in a tight, nervous grip.

“That’s not what I asked, is it?” you replied, eyes glowing a bit in the dim light. “It’s stupid. You look like a little kid hauling that dumb thing around. Don’t you feel embarrassed, talking to a toy?”

Kanato’s cheeks burned, and he looked down miserably. Of course you’d mock him for having Teddy. Everyone did.

He didn’t reply, turning his head away in a sullen gesture that he should have known would irritate you. Your grin dropped.

The next thing Kanato knew, Teddy wasn’t in his arms.

You stood up, dangling the bear by one arm, and Kanato did scream. He was on his feet in an instant, reaching for his precious toy with both hands, but you easily kept it out of reach, moving faster than Kanato could possibly keep up with every time he made a grab for it.

“Give him back! Give me Teddy!” he shrieked, not realizing that you were making him go in circles as he lunged for the bear.

“Nope~ It’s stupid, so you don’t get to have him anymore. You don’t need something like this. I think I’ll throw him in the trash where he belongs.” You were laughing again, mocking and cruel.

Kanato screeched miserably, frantically reaching for Teddy as you dangled him just out of his reach, but it did nothing. Panic was setting in; were you really going to just throw him away?

“Please, please don’t!” he choked out, feeling like the pleading words were burning in his throat. “Just give him back!”

“Hmm, maybe. How about if you get down and beg me, I’ll consider giving the dumb toy back to you?” you were grinning, fangs terrifyingly obvious, and Kanato could feel the tears burning in his eyes, fear and humiliation burning in his throat, terror choking him with every breath.

Teddy was hanging from your hand, arm squished in a grip that was much too tight. You’d break him if you kept it up.

With a tight chest and nauseated feeling rising in him, Kanato lowered himself to his knees, the hard wood sending a chill through him. He could feel himself choking down his pride, but he bent forwards anyway, tears spilling over as he lowered himself to a pleading position in front of you.

“Please, please give him back,” he begged, voice pathetic even to his own ears as tears ran down his face. “Please give Teddy back to me.”

“Not good enough,” you replied simply. “I want to see that you mean it. I’m not going to give him back if you aren’t serious.”

“I said please,” Kanato howled, ducking his head and choking on a sob. “I’ll do whatever you want. You can have my blood, you can hurt me, anything, just give him back!” The sobs were coming freely now, Kanato’s voice thick with crying, panic making it hard to think.

“Silly boy, I could do all that anyway,” you laughed, “but since you’ve been so obedient, I suppose you can have your toy.” With that, you dropped Teddy in front of him, the bear hitting the ground with a soft noise.

Scrambling, Kanato grabbed Teddy before you could take him away again, moving so quickly that he knew the wood floor would leave nasty bruises on his knees. He clutched Teddy to his chest, curling up and clinging to him, rushed thanks falling from his throat. If he wasn’t grateful enough, you’d take Teddy away again, he feared.

You got bored of his crying after a few moments, and vanished from the room, leaving him to cling to Teddy and sob.

The sickest part was that he was grateful, legitimately thankful that you’d given Teddy back. It would have been so easy for you to throw him away, Kanato knew.

And all it had cost him was his pride.

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Prompt: Muzzled

Character(s): Human Au!Ruki, Reader

Warnings: Implied abuse, implied violence, general nastiness

An ego could be a dangerous, dangerous thing.

Ruki had some level of pride. He was a successful, intelligent young man, and that aline gave him reason to be confident in himself.

Unfortunately, that all meant nothing to a vampire.

You pushed him around as easily as if he was nothing, mocked him relentlessly, picked apart every weakness you found, and treated him like he was little more than a piece of prey. It was infuriating, and with everything you did to him, Ruki hated it more and more.

His mouth seemed to have little sense of self-preservation, though, and he’d snapped something along those lines at you, bitter and angry.

“Oh? So the human thinks he can talk back?” You’d smiled, voice going soft in that way that meant he was about to hurt, and Ruki had realized abruptly that he had made a mistake beyond measure.

The mansion’s dark, musty smell hung around you, old wood and dust. Ruki’s mouth had gone dry with your words, and in the tense moment that followed, he licked his lips nervously, fighting the urge to step back. He wasn’t stupid. He knew you’d be able to catch him in a second.

So Ruki had two options.

He could stand up for himself and refuse to back down, preserve some dignity, but probably get hurt for it. He could apologize, plead for forgiveness, and spare himself at the cost of his self worth.

Neither one sounded good, and Ruki had the sinking feeling that he’d just brought on something far out of his realm of control.

“I was stating a fact,” he said at last, “not trying to offend you.” Oh, how he hoped you’d miss the way he voice was starting to shake.

“How brave,” you cooed, smiling and baring your fangs.

(Ruki did everything possible to ignore how that smirk made his stomach go hot, his skin break out in a soft shiver.)

It only took an instant, and you were beside him, cold hand brushing against his cheek with a gentle caress. “You have quite the mouth on you, human. I think it’ll be necessary to make sure this doesn’t happen again.”

His stomach sunk, chest going frigid. Whatever that meant, Ruki already had a good feeling that he didn’t want to find out. Would you cut out his tongue? Would you sew his mouth shut so he could never speak again? It seemed like something out of a horror novel, but it was all too real.

“You’re so pretty when you’re afraid.”

Gently, you kissed his cheek.

You vanished out of sight for an instant, reappearing just as quickly, and Ruki noted with a growing sense of horror that you were holding something, metal and leather in your hands.

When you reached towards him, Ruki had to fight not to panic and pull away. He was still painfully certain you were about to hurt him.

(Shameful. Pathetic. He was cowering like a frightened child, and you’d barely done a thing to him yet. He should be so much stronger than this.)

His heart beating triple time in his chest, you told him with a cold voice to close his eyes. Ruki obeyed, hesitantly, hands shaking by his side, instinctively bracing himself for something that was about to hurt.

But instead, soft leather and cool metal closed in around his face. Something was pressed in between his teeth, just forcefully enough that he knew there was no way for him to resist. Straps were fastened around his chin and the back of his head, catching in his hair with little stings.

Ruki opened his eyes, saw dark metal around his jaw, and felt something like humiliated panic surge in his chest.

It was a muzzle.

Desperate protests came out as pathetic, muffled noises. Drool dripped down his chin as he tried to struggle against the bit lodged in his mouth. A horrified little sound escaped him in a moment of pure terror.

You’d muzzled him like a common animal, and there was a sense of shame like nothing Ruki had ever felt rising in his throat like tar.

“There we go!” you laughed. “Isn’t that better? Now you can’t talk back on accident.” Your expression was pure satisfaction, and Ruki knew immediately that you’d done this on purpose to humiliate him. “Now, I want you to thank me for making it easier for you to be good.”

Feeling as if he about to gag, but too afraid of what would happen if he didn’t obey, Ruki forced himself to choke down his pride.

What was supposed to be a “thank you” came out muffled and sloppy, muzzle making it impossible to form anything close to proper words. Another line of saliva dripped out of his mouth, hot and humiliating.

“Don’t you feel gross, drooling like an animal?” you asked, but the question was clearly said only to mock him.

Ruki ducked his head and felt his cheeks burn.

After a few minutes of making fun of him, you grabbed him by the shoulders roughly enough to bruise, spinning him around and forcing him to the other side of the room, where what Ruki saw made him whine in humiliation, closing his eyes before the image could sink in.

It was a mirror, and the sight of his own face, gagged and muzzled, was enough to make Ruki feel hot all over with shame.

This couldn’t be happening. You couldn’t be doing this. It was beyond cruel, beyond humiliating, and yet, as you ordered him to open his eyes, Ruki knew all too well that it was real.

“Look at you,” you crooned, leaning in close to his ear and lightly tugging on a strap. “Can’t even talk to defend yourself. You look pathetic, you know? Like some kind of filthy little pet.”

Shame burned in Ruki’s stomach, making him feel dizzy and weak. This was some kind of twisted nightmare, left at a monster’s mercy.

With no way to ever escape.

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Prompt: Muzzled

Character(s): Human Au!Ruki, Reader

Warnings: Implied abuse, implied violence, general nastiness

An ego could be a dangerous, dangerous thing.

Ruki had some level of pride. He was a successful, intelligent young man, and that aline gave him reason to be confident in himself.

Unfortunately, that all meant nothing to a vampire.

You pushed him around as easily as if he was nothing, mocked him relentlessly, picked apart every weakness you found, and treated him like he was little more than a piece of prey. It was infuriating, and with everything you did to him, Ruki hated it more and more.

His mouth seemed to have little sense of self-preservation, though, and he’d snapped something along those lines at you, bitter and angry.

“Oh? So the human thinks he can talk back?” You’d smiled, voice going soft in that way that meant he was about to hurt, and Ruki had realized abruptly that he had made a mistake beyond measure.

The mansion’s dark, musty smell hung around you, old wood and dust. Ruki’s mouth had gone dry with your words, and in the tense moment that followed, he licked his lips nervously, fighting the urge to step back. He wasn’t stupid. He knew you’d be able to catch him in a second.

So Ruki had two options.

He could stand up for himself and refuse to back down, preserve some dignity, but probably get hurt for it. He could apologize, plead for forgiveness, and spare himself at the cost of his self worth.

Neither one sounded good, and Ruki had the sinking feeling that he’d just brought on something far out of his realm of control.

“I was stating a fact,” he said at last, “not trying to offend you.” Oh, how he hoped you’d miss the way he voice was starting to shake.

“How brave,” you cooed, smiling and baring your fangs.

(Ruki did everything possible to ignore how that smirk made his stomach go hot, his skin break out in a soft shiver.)

It only took an instant, and you were beside him, cold hand brushing against his cheek with a gentle caress. “You have quite the mouth on you, human. I think it’ll be necessary to make sure this doesn’t happen again.”

His stomach sunk, chest going frigid. Whatever that meant, Ruki already had a good feeling that he didn’t want to find out. Would you cut out his tongue? Would you sew his mouth shut so he could never speak again? It seemed like something out of a horror novel, but it was all too real.

“You’re so pretty when you’re afraid.”

Gently, you kissed his cheek.

You vanished out of sight for an instant, reappearing just as quickly, and Ruki noted with a growing sense of horror that you were holding something, metal and leather in your hands.

When you reached towards him, Ruki had to fight not to panic and pull away. He was still painfully certain you were about to hurt him.

(Shameful. Pathetic. He was cowering like a frightened child, and you’d barely done a thing to him yet. He should be so much stronger than this.)

His heart beating triple time in his chest, you told him with a cold voice to close his eyes. Ruki obeyed, hesitantly, hands shaking by his side, instinctively bracing himself for something that was about to hurt.

But instead, soft leather and cool metal closed in around his face. Something was pressed in between his teeth, just forcefully enough that he knew there was no way for him to resist. Straps were fastened around his chin and the back of his head, catching in his hair with little stings.

Ruki opened his eyes, saw dark metal around his jaw, and felt something like humiliated panic surge in his chest.

It was a muzzle.

Desperate protests came out as pathetic, muffled noises. Drool dripped down his chin as he tried to struggle against the bit lodged in his mouth. A horrified little sound escaped him in a moment of pure terror.

You’d muzzled him like a common animal, and there was a sense of shame like nothing Ruki had ever felt rising in his throat like tar.

“There we go!” you laughed. “Isn’t that better? Now you can’t talk back on accident.” Your expression was pure satisfaction, and Ruki knew immediately that you’d done this on purpose to humiliate him. “Now, I want you to thank me for making it easier for you to be good.”

Feeling as if he about to gag, but too afraid of what would happen if he didn’t obey, Ruki forced himself to choke down his pride.

What was supposed to be a “thank you” came out muffled and sloppy, muzzle making it impossible to form anything close to proper words. Another line of saliva dripped out of his mouth, hot and humiliating.

“Don’t you feel gross, drooling like an animal?” you asked, but the question was clearly said only to mock him.

Ruki ducked his head and felt his cheeks burn.

After a few minutes of making fun of him, you grabbed him by the shoulders roughly enough to bruise, spinning him around and forcing him to the other side of the room, where what Ruki saw made him whine in humiliation, closing his eyes before the image could sink in.

It was a mirror, and the sight of his own face, gagged and muzzled, was enough to make Ruki feel hot all over with shame.

This couldn’t be happening. You couldn’t be doing this. It was beyond cruel, beyond humiliating, and yet, as you ordered him to open his eyes, Ruki knew all too well that it was real.

“Look at you,” you crooned, leaning in close to his ear and lightly tugging on a strap. “Can’t even talk to defend yourself. You look pathetic, you know? Like some kind of filthy little pet.”

Shame burned in Ruki’s stomach, making him feel dizzy and weak. This was some kind of twisted nightmare, left at a monster’s mercy.

With no way to ever escape.

Admin Mawile: Soooo, this is the current state of that angst fic thing I was doing, and I’m kind of low on ideas for the rest of the prompts. >3> I already have a fic in progress for “Dragging Themselves Along the Ground”, but as for the rest of them, I am now taking requests!! Send in a character, a prompt, and any other ideas you have for it, and I will probably write the thing! DL only please, but nsfw and any of my Aus are fine!


Admin Mawile: Soooo, this is the current state of that angst fic thing I was doing, and I’m kind of low on ideas for the rest of the prompts. >3> I already have a fic in progress for “Dragging Themselves Along the Ground”, but as for the rest of them, I am now taking requests!! Send in a character, a prompt, and any other ideas you have for it, and I will probably write the thing! DL only please, but nsfw and any of my Aus are fine!

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Prompt: Grabbed by the Hair

Character(s): Laito, Cordelia

Warnings: Child abuse, implied csa, implied incest, emotional abuse and manipulation, Cordelia

“I love you,” she crooned, face buried in the crook of his shoulder, and Laito felt absolutely sick.

His sweaty bangs fell in his face, hair damp and clinging to his neck. His chest heaved with uneven breaths, trying to keep up with everything that he’d just been through. His hands, by his sides, were shaking.

Cordelia, his beautiful mother, had pulled away as soon as she was done with him, smiling like the cat that had caught the canary.

Laito closed his eyes for a moment, exhaustion weighing him down. He was tired, so tired, cold to his core now that she wasn’t leaning on him, holding him in place. Unpleasant as it was, as all of this was, sometimes, Laito only felt like he was still a part of the world was in those moments.

His mother’s expression soured. She paused in tugging her dress back on, and turned towards him, features trained into something cold.

“Laito, are you forgetting something?” Cordelia’s words were kind, but her tone was sharp and bitter, cutting like a knife, and Laito flinched.

“I love you too, mother,” he said, voice a whisper in the dark room, and Cordelia smiled again. She always wanted the attention, always wanted to be thanked for every moment she spent with someone, and Laito should have known that forgetting to reaffirm her would end in a foul mood.

Stepping closer, Cordelia ran one fine, long-fingered hand through Laito’s hair, an imitation of a caress that almost felt real, unpleasant only in the chill of her touch and the unamused stiffness of her movements.

“You’re a good boy, aren’t you?” she soothed, and Laito shivered. Attention like this was rare, even when it was clear she didn’t want to do it.

“Yes, mother,” he replied, fighting the urge to roll over and bury himself in the blankets, soak in her affection while it lasted, even false as it was. His eyes closed, the only respite he could allow himself for now.

“Laito,” Cordelia’s voice went cold. “I don’t like that tone.”

A part of Laito registered that today would be one of the many days when his mother found something, anything to pick on and used it to make him hurt. The other part started like a frightened rabbit at the viciousness in her tone, going cold as he realized that she was angry with him.

“I’m sorry, mother. I didn’t mean to offend you.” His voice came out quiet, terrified, and Laito cringed despite himself. That would never be good enough to appease her when she got into one of her moods.

Abruptly, Cordelia’s hand tightened in his hair, twisting her long fingers into the soft strands just hard enough to pull.

“You didn’t mean to?” she repeated, tone mocking. “Then please,” words punctuated with a yank to his hair, “do better next time. I don’t need your sass, not after everything I’ve done for you already.”

It didn’t make sense, but Laito nodded, ignoring the way it pulled at his scalp. He was terrified, cowering under his mother’s wrath, and the knowledge that he’d somehow done something wrong chilled him from the inside out. Cordelia had no room in her good graces for failure.

It was like this, sometimes. She’d take offence at nothing, take it out on one of them, then pretend like nothing happened. The routine was familiar, but no less frightening than it ever was.

Tugging his head up off the bed, pulling so hard that it drew a pathetic little whine out of him, Cordelia roughly twisted him to face her.

She slapped him, once, twice, then again, sharp enough to force his head to the side with each hit, yanking painfully at the hair she still had in her grip. Laito’s fangs went through his lip on the second hit, and there was blood dripping down his chin by the time she was through with beating him.

Starbursts of pain exploded around his scalp, face, and lip, bloody and beaten parts of him aching in a way that hurt no matter how quickly they’d heal. Cordelia’s face was stern, looking at him like he was some kind of pest.

Laito didn’t dare ask if she was satisfied now.

A few tense moments passed, his mother still holding him in place by the hair. Laito forced his eyes to stay open, not not look away from her.

Cordelia dropped him as soon as she got bored, shaking some hairs that she’d torn out off of her hand. She didn’t bother to tell him that she was done with him for now. The door slammed behind her moments later.

Left alone in the dark room, curtains blowing in the faint night breeze, Laito closed his eyes. It felt almost more alone to see where she was.

He was cold, bare skin chilled by the wind blowing in, and in the wake of his mother’s wrath, Laito felt like everything had been drained out of him. He still didn’t know what he’d done to upset her, beyond some passing mood that she decided to take out on him, and that hurt almost worse.

How affection could turn to pain so quickly, Laito would never know.

Oh, but he did know, didn’t he? That was just how love went, for creatures like them; half pleasure and half pain.

Laughing quietly, Laito rolled over. His mother’s words ringing in his head, he felt as if he was standing on unsteady ground. She loved him, she had to, and all the pain she caused him was just a consequence.

Her scent lingered on the pillow, almost as if she was there beside him, heavy perfume, blood, and something uniquely dark.

Scalp still aching, blood staining the sheets beneath him, Laito turned his face away, absentmindedly shoving that particular pillow onto the floor. Cordelia never stayed with him after things were done.

Their little routine would stay the same, he knew, for as long as she could get away with it.

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Prompt: Grabbed by the Hair

Character(s): Laito, Cordelia

Warnings: Child abuse, implied csa, implied incest, emotional abuse and manipulation, Cordelia

“I love you,” she crooned, face buried in the crook of his shoulder, and Laito felt absolutely sick.

His sweaty bangs fell in his face, hair damp and clinging to his neck. His chest heaved with uneven breaths, trying to keep up with everything that he’d just been through. His hands, by his sides, were shaking.

Cordelia, his beautiful mother, had pulled away as soon as she was done with him, smiling like the cat that had caught the canary.

Laito closed his eyes for a moment, exhaustion weighing him down. He was tired, so tired, cold to his core now that she wasn’t leaning on him, holding him in place. Unpleasant as it was, as all of this was, sometimes, Laito only felt like he was still a part of the world was in those moments.

His mother’s expression soured. She paused in tugging her dress back on, and turned towards him, features trained into something cold.

“Laito, are you forgetting something?” Cordelia’s words were kind, but her tone was sharp and bitter, cutting like a knife, and Laito flinched.

“I love you too, mother,” he said, voice a whisper in the dark room, and Cordelia smiled again. She always wanted the attention, always wanted to be thanked for every moment she spent with someone, and Laito should have known that forgetting to reaffirm her would end in a foul mood.

Stepping closer, Cordelia ran one fine, long-fingered hand through Laito’s hair, an imitation of a caress that almost felt real, unpleasant only in the chill of her touch and the unamused stiffness of her movements.

“You’re a good boy, aren’t you?” she soothed, and Laito shivered. Attention like this was rare, even when it was clear she didn’t want to do it.

“Yes, mother,” he replied, fighting the urge to roll over and bury himself in the blankets, soak in her affection while it lasted, even false as it was. His eyes closed, the only respite he could allow himself for now.

“Laito,” Cordelia’s voice went cold. “I don’t like that tone.”

A part of Laito registered that today would be one of the many days when his mother found something, anything to pick on and used it to make him hurt. The other part started like a frightened rabbit at the viciousness in her tone, going cold as he realized that she was angry with him.

“I’m sorry, mother. I didn’t mean to offend you.” His voice came out quiet, terrified, and Laito cringed despite himself. That would never be good enough to appease her when she got into one of her moods.

Abruptly, Cordelia’s hand tightened in his hair, twisting her long fingers into the soft strands just hard enough to pull.

“You didn’t mean to?” she repeated, tone mocking. “Then please,” words punctuated with a yank to his hair, “do better next time. I don’t need your sass, not after everything I’ve done for you already.”

It didn’t make sense, but Laito nodded, ignoring the way it pulled at his scalp. He was terrified, cowering under his mother’s wrath, and the knowledge that he’d somehow done something wrong chilled him from the inside out. Cordelia had no room in her good graces for failure.

It was like this, sometimes. She’d take offence at nothing, take it out on one of them, then pretend like nothing happened. The routine was familiar, but no less frightening than it ever was.

Tugging his head up off the bed, pulling so hard that it drew a pathetic little whine out of him, Cordelia roughly twisted him to face her.

She slapped him, once, twice, then again, sharp enough to force his head to the side with each hit, yanking painfully at the hair she still had in her grip. Laito’s fangs went through his lip on the second hit, and there was blood dripping down his chin by the time she was through with beating him.

Starbursts of pain exploded around his scalp, face, and lip, bloody and beaten parts of him aching in a way that hurt no matter how quickly they’d heal. Cordelia’s face was stern, looking at him like he was some kind of pest.

Laito didn’t dare ask if she was satisfied now.

A few tense moments passed, his mother still holding him in place by the hair. Laito forced his eyes to stay open, not not look away from her.

Cordelia dropped him as soon as she got bored, shaking some hairs that she’d torn out off of her hand. She didn’t bother to tell him that she was done with him for now. The door slammed behind her moments later.

Left alone in the dark room, curtains blowing in the faint night breeze, Laito closed his eyes. It felt almost more alone to see where she was.

He was cold, bare skin chilled by the wind blowing in, and in the wake of his mother’s wrath, Laito felt like everything had been drained out of him. He still didn’t know what he’d done to upset her, beyond some passing mood that she decided to take out on him, and that hurt almost worse.

How affection could turn to pain so quickly, Laito would never know.

Oh, but he did know, didn’t he? That was just how love went, for creatures like them; half pleasure and half pain.

Laughing quietly, Laito rolled over. His mother’s words ringing in his head, he felt as if he was standing on unsteady ground. She loved him, she had to, and all the pain she caused him was just a consequence.

Her scent lingered on the pillow, almost as if she was there beside him, heavy perfume, blood, and something uniquely dark.

Scalp still aching, blood staining the sheets beneath him, Laito turned his face away, absentmindedly shoving that particular pillow onto the floor. Cordelia never stayed with him after things were done.

Their little routine would stay the same, he knew, for as long as she could get away with it.

@badthingshappenbingo

Prompt: Fingore

Character(s): Pet Au!Shin

Warnings: Gore, abuse, corporal punishment, torture. 

Shin had had a rebellious streak since childhood. He’d always been the one to act out, to refuse to give in to the orders of those above him.

Humans never liked that. They couldn’t stand not being the ones in control, and the more he tried to fight back, the more he was forced back down. By now, struggle was a bitter thing.

He’d been punished every time he’d tried to fight back, of course, beaten, starved, forced to bow and apologize with every word he’d never mean. It was torture, by every definition, and all the humans called it was “discipline”, as if he needed nothing more than to learn how to behave.

It made Shin absolutely sick.

Recently, he’d bitten someone, some human who tried to yank him around by the hair when he wouldn’t heel like some kind of dog. His fangs sunk into her skin with ease, and he’d torn a good chunk out of her.

He’d been slapped for it, yes, hard enough to make him feel like the world was spinning, but it had been worth it to make one of them hurt.

It had been a couple days since the incident, and Shin was just starting to think that the slap and a long night in a cage were all he was going to get for it. Unpleasant, yes, but a lot less so than what he was expecting as punishment for what he’d done. It was almost ominous that he hadn’t been hurt worse yet, hadn’t been punished properly.

So, when a human came to his bed (nothing but a pile of spare blankets on the floor), grabbed him by his collar, and drug him off without a word to tell what was happening, Shin’s stomach sank through the floor.

The human was one of his owners’ friends, probably. They knew a lot of other humans, and Shin rarely saw the same people twice.

This one was a large man, wearing blood stained clothes that made something like a spike of fear pierce through Shin. This was not a normal punishment; even he was smart enough to figure that out.

Dragging him down to the basement, where he was rarely allowed to go, the man walked with long, purposeful steps. Shin struggled to get to his knees and crawl after him instead of being pulled, but the human gave him little room to relieve the pressure of the collar around his throat.

The stairs hurt even worse, and when Shin was shoved against a low table on the floor of the basement, he started to shiver.

He could smell blood, more of it than he’d ever been near.

“Listen up, vampire,” the human said, voice cold. “You’re going to put your hands on that table and keep them there. For every time you try to move away, you’ll be hurt worse later. You won’t like what happens to you if you disobey, so forget that rebellious streak and behave.”

Shin resisted the urge to growl. The man was treating him like was stupid, like he was lower than a dog, and it was hard not to lash out.

But this human seemed serious, nothing like the woman he’d bitten, and some kind of survival instinct told Shin that he’d better listen, or risk paying a price much more terrible than a hit to his pride.

So Shin put his hands up on the low table, kneeling, back straight, at it as he’d been trained to sit. He was a First Blood, and he had pride. No matter what the humans did to him, he would be strong and brave enough to endure, just like his brother always had when they were young.

The human sat down on the other side of the table, frowning. Shin tried to ignore the smell of blood in the air.

The human grabbed a finger on Shin’s right hand.

He twisted, and Shin felt his finger snap like a twig.

A howl tore itself out of Shin’s throat, and he’d yanked himself away before he could stop it, curling up over his wounded hand on pure instinct. It hurt, pain like fire shooting up through his arm and burning his insides.

Calm as anything, the human told him to return to his position. Shin had pulled away once, and that meant this was going to get worse.

Shaking, eye wide, Shin forced himself to return his hands to the table. One of his fingers was laying at an odd angle, the one that the man had twisted, and it hurt almost as bad as having his eye taken out.

As soon as Shin was back in place, the man grabbed the next finger, and did the same thing as before, snapping it with ease.

This time, at least, Shin saw it coming. He gritted his teeth, groaned in barely concealed pain, but managed to stay still. His hands twitched against the table, but he didn’t pull away.

One by one, the man went over the remaining three fingers on his right hand, breaking each one with disturbing precision. Shin managed to hold still until the last of them, but when his thumb was brutally twisted backwards, a sickening snap filling the air, he couldn’t help but flinch.

Again, the human ordered him to put his hands back on the table.

Shuddering, trembling so hard he could barely see, Shin obeyed. This man was serious like no human had ever been with him before.

For once, he didn’t dare to try to fight back.

The man moved on to the next hand, crushing another bone with so much force that Shin felt himself whimper, and Shin was frozen in place. His broken fingers were shaking. His hands were both throbbing as if they were about to fall off, and nothing had ever hurt this badly before.

Shin knew exactly why this was happening. He’d broken the last straw by biting that woman, and now, he was paying the price.

Another finger snapped, and wetness trailed down Shin’s face.

@badthingshappenbingo

Prompt: Fingore

Character(s): Pet Au!Shin

Warnings: Gore, abuse, corporal punishment, torture. 

Shin had had a rebellious streak since childhood. He’d always been the one to act out, to refuse to give in to the orders of those above him.

Humans never liked that. They couldn’t stand not being the ones in control, and the more he tried to fight back, the more he was forced back down. By now, struggle was a bitter thing.

He’d been punished every time he’d tried to fight back, of course, beaten, starved, forced to bow and apologize with every word he’d never mean. It was torture, by every definition, and all the humans called it was “discipline”, as if he needed nothing more than to learn how to behave.

It made Shin absolutely sick.

Recently, he’d bitten someone, some human who tried to yank him around by the hair when he wouldn’t heel like some kind of dog. His fangs sunk into her skin with ease, and he’d torn a good chunk out of her.

He’d been slapped for it, yes, hard enough to make him feel like the world was spinning, but it had been worth it to make one of them hurt.

It had been a couple days since the incident, and Shin was just starting to think that the slap and a long night in a cage were all he was going to get for it. Unpleasant, yes, but a lot less so than what he was expecting as punishment for what he’d done. It was almost ominous that he hadn’t been hurt worse yet, hadn’t been punished properly.

So, when a human came to his bed (nothing but a pile of spare blankets on the floor), grabbed him by his collar, and drug him off without a word to tell what was happening, Shin’s stomach sank through the floor.

The human was one of his owners’ friends, probably. They knew a lot of other humans, and Shin rarely saw the same people twice.

This one was a large man, wearing blood stained clothes that made something like a spike of fear pierce through Shin. This was not a normal punishment; even he was smart enough to figure that out.

Dragging him down to the basement, where he was rarely allowed to go, the man walked with long, purposeful steps. Shin struggled to get to his knees and crawl after him instead of being pulled, but the human gave him little room to relieve the pressure of the collar around his throat.

The stairs hurt even worse, and when Shin was shoved against a low table on the floor of the basement, he started to shiver.

He could smell blood, more of it than he’d ever been near.

“Listen up, vampire,” the human said, voice cold. “You’re going to put your hands on that table and keep them there. For every time you try to move away, you’ll be hurt worse later. You won’t like what happens to you if you disobey, so forget that rebellious streak and behave.”

Shin resisted the urge to growl. The man was treating him like was stupid, like he was lower than a dog, and it was hard not to lash out.

But this human seemed serious, nothing like the woman he’d bitten, and some kind of survival instinct told Shin that he’d better listen, or risk paying a price much more terrible than a hit to his pride.

So Shin put his hands up on the low table, kneeling, back straight, at it as he’d been trained to sit. He was a First Blood, and he had pride. No matter what the humans did to him, he would be strong and brave enough to endure, just like his brother always had when they were young.

The human sat down on the other side of the table, frowning. Shin tried to ignore the smell of blood in the air.

The human grabbed a finger on Shin’s right hand.

He twisted, and Shin felt his finger snap like a twig.

A howl tore itself out of Shin’s throat, and he’d yanked himself away before he could stop it, curling up over his wounded hand on pure instinct. It hurt, pain like fire shooting up through his arm and burning his insides.

Calm as anything, the human told him to return to his position. Shin had pulled away once, and that meant this was going to get worse.

Shaking, eye wide, Shin forced himself to return his hands to the table. One of his fingers was laying at an odd angle, the one that the man had twisted, and it hurt almost as bad as having his eye taken out.

As soon as Shin was back in place, the man grabbed the next finger, and did the same thing as before, snapping it with ease.

This time, at least, Shin saw it coming. He gritted his teeth, groaned in barely concealed pain, but managed to stay still. His hands twitched against the table, but he didn’t pull away.

One by one, the man went over the remaining three fingers on his right hand, breaking each one with disturbing precision. Shin managed to hold still until the last of them, but when his thumb was brutally twisted backwards, a sickening snap filling the air, he couldn’t help but flinch.

Again, the human ordered him to put his hands back on the table.

Shuddering, trembling so hard he could barely see, Shin obeyed. This man was serious like no human had ever been with him before.

For once, he didn’t dare to try to fight back.

The man moved on to the next hand, crushing another bone with so much force that Shin felt himself whimper, and Shin was frozen in place. His broken fingers were shaking. His hands were both throbbing as if they were about to fall off, and nothing had ever hurt this badly before.

Shin knew exactly why this was happening. He’d broken the last straw by biting that woman, and now, he was paying the price.

Another finger snapped, and wetness trailed down Shin’s face.