Tag: Human Au

loudtyrantwinner:

I decided to draw more fanart of the Human Au diabolik lovers. I really enjoyed reading the part of where the reader takes teddy from Kanato it feels great seeing Kanato in pain and suffering. It’s sweet revenge. I also drew Kanato in the clothes that @dixbolik-lovers designed for the au. I do plan on drawing laito next.

#diabolik lover #human au #kanato sakamaki #drawing #art #kanato #purple haired #revenge

Admin Mawile: How lovely! ❤ I can’t thank you enough for the lovely fanart you’ve made for me so far!! (❁´▽`❁)*✲ﾟ* I’m super looking forward to that Laito, and hopefully I’ll continue to inspire you with my work~

@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.





loudtyrantwinner:

I decided to draw more fanart of the Human Au diabolik lovers. I really enjoyed reading the part of where the reader takes teddy from Kanato it feels great seeing Kanato in pain and suffering. It’s sweet revenge. I also drew Kanato in the clothes that @dixbolik-lovers designed for the au. I do plan on drawing laito next.

#diabolik lover #human au #kanato sakamaki #drawing #art #kanato #purple haired #revenge

Admin Mawile: How lovely! ❤ I can’t thank you enough for the lovely fanart you’ve made for me so far!! (❁´▽`❁)*✲ﾟ* I’m super looking forward to that Laito, and hopefully I’ll continue to inspire you with my work~


The Human! Au Carla you were promised! The lining kinda messed up, I’m not used to drawing guys, but I hope you like it regardless…?

Admin Mawile: Very nice!!! (ノ*゜▽゜*) This is a quality Carla, and I really appreciate you drawing him for me!!!

Wait wait! I just think have an idea: how about the vampire reader forced them to strip in front of her? (I seriously hate that moments in canon)

Admin Mawile: (●＞д＜) (A very good idea, anon!)

Shuu:

-He tries very, very hard to act like he doesn’t care, but his red face and shaky hands quickly give him away. He’ll comply out of a desire to avoid getting hurt, but the more skin he bares, the more embarrassed he gets, for once thoroughly silenced by the shame of what you’re making him do. 

Reiji:

-He goes pale as soon as you order him to strip, and protests pathetically for a good few minutes before hesitantly obeying. Looking close to being sick, he takes off his clothes as slowly as he can possibly get away with, practically praying that you won’t make him do anything more humiliating. 

Ayato:

-After taking it as a joke for about five seconds, he goes very, very still, caught in disbelief that you could be serious. He’ll obey, eventually, but his ego appears to be strangled all the further with everything you make him take off. His face is almost as red as his hair all the while. 

Kanato:

-When tears and claims of bullying him don’t do anything to get him out of it, he goes very, very quiet. It’s obvious that he’s afraid, far too much so to fight back, and he’s practically sobbing when he finally starts to strip, squinching his eyes shut and trying to pretend like none of this is happening. 

Laito:

-He tries to play it off as no big deal, stripping for you “willingly”, but the more you force him to take off, the more nervous he starts to appear. This kind of thing was all fun and games when he was on the other side of it, but downright humiliating now that he’s the one forced to be on the helpless side. 

Subaru:

-Going so red you might actually have to worry about him passing out, he sputters and tries pathetically to talk you out of it. Eventually, he has no choice but to obey, and he’s practically hyperventilating when he finally starts to take things off, so embarrassed that he looks close to tears. 

Ruki:

-You can very nearly see his ego getting squashed. With everything he takes off, he starts to look more and more humiliated. He might get a bit snappy in the moment, embarrassment winning out over self-preservation… but that just gives you all the more reason to punish him for making a fuss. 

Kou:

-He’s somewhere between humiliated and terrified, and if you really want to make him suffer, take pictures. If anything gets out, he’d be ruined, and just the threat that you could expose him to all his fans makes everything worse. He’s never had to do anything so humiliating before, and he’s practically shaking. 

Yuuma:

-Typically, he’s not one to care too much about modesty, but this feels very, very different. He’s as red as can be while he strips, looking like he’d rather be anywhere else, and you can almost see him trying not to fight back. Even he’s smart enough to know how attempting anything like that would end. 

Azusa:

-He gets it in his head pretty quick that this means you want to hurt him, and while he is a little red, he doesn’t exactly protest. If you praise him for being obedient, you’ve basically sealed that he’d be willing to do the same thing again when you order. Azusa kind of lacks a sense of shame. 

Carla:

-While making a face like he wishes he could choke if it would get him out of this, he obeys, shakily removing his clothes with as much dignity as he can manage. Which isn’t much. He’s almost painfully red, flushing down to his chest as he struggles to hide how humiliated he really is. 

Shin:

-He resists lashing out at you only barely, and when he does finally give in and start to strip, he looks somewhere between furious and so humiliated he can hardly breathe. If you tease him, you’ll get some pretty amusing reactions, mostly because he’s too flustered to play at being unaffected. 

Human Au! Let’s say (since they are alive in this universe) that the Sakamaki mothers go to visit their sons at the mansion,though the as always they don’t treat their sons good (cough*Coderlia cough)How would the S brothers react to the vampire reader telling their mother to get out and leave because they see how they treat (abuse) the boys and the vampire does not want them there? Thank you, btw I lovee your headcanons and the way you portray the boys as how they are <3

Admin Mawile: (o゜◇゜)ノ

Shuu:

-There’s something deeply satisfying about his mother being the one who’s forced to bend to someone else’s will. It’s the first time he’s ever seen her have to obey anyone, and when he’s finally able to sit back and watch her get kicked out, he’s happier about it than you’ve seen him in quite a while. 

Reiji:

-On one hand, the idea of his mother so obviously displeased sets off every mental alarm bell he has. On the other hand, you seem to be sort of trying to look out for him, and that’s honestly more than he can say about her. In the end, he just has to remind himself that he doesn’t have  a say anymore. 

Ayato:

-He doesn’t dare show any kind of happiness until his mother is well out of sight, but it’s downright amazing to him that you can chase her away like that. It definitely improves his image of you that you’re the one to get rid of her, and while he is sort of nervous, he’s visibly pleased to have her gone. 

Kanato:

-He doesn’t quite know what to think. He’s never seen his mother have to obey anyone else before, but… she was sort of paying attention to him, while she was there. He winds up clinging onto Teddy with a rather melancholy expression, unsure of what to do with the new order of things. 

Laito:

-He’s practically shaking as soon as it sinks in that she can’t get to him, somewhere between terrified that she’ll find a way and painfully grateful that you chased her off. He’s old enough to know that the way she treats him is very, very wrong, but that doesn’t mean he can stand up to her yet. 

Subaru:

-It’s somewhere between heartbreaking and freeing to know that there’s no way his mother can get to him while he’s with you. It’s the first time she’s ever been forced to leave him alone, and as soon as you make her leave, it’s like a massive weight has been lifted from his shoulders, even through the guilt. 

@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.