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I am asking for that list ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°)

Admin Mawile: I’m not naming everything cause it would get long, but I guess one of my main kinks is xeno, specifically monsters/aliens. If it’s inhuman, I’m in. That one’s a long story, though. 

Other than that, I’m 1000% dominant, and like most kinks that have to do with that. I’m a bit of a sadist too, but more in the mental/psychological way than direct physical pain. There’s a good reason why I like Aus like Human Au and Sub Au~ ┐(￣ヮ￣)┌

Pretty boys getting all embarrassed/blushy is the GOOD SHIT

That’s the main stuff I guess, or at least what I’m comfortable talking about for now. I’m willing to write about lots of things, though, so don’t be afraid of asking for whatever. The worst that can happen is that you won’t like the answer. 

How (un)comfortable do you think the triplets would be the first time asking them to call her mommy

Admin Mawile: (─‿─) I assume you mean reader asking them?

Ayato:

-He’s probably the most uncomfortable with it…. but that’s not to say entirely against it. The boys are all pretty darn kinky, and as long as he still gets to be in control, I can see it happening. (You just have to call him the best).

Kanato:

-You’re likely to get screamed at whether he objects or not. He probably wouldn’t mind feeling taken care of like that, but he’s going to throw a fit about it anyway because that’s just how he reacts to things. 

Laito:

-It’s Laito. Does he object to anything? As long as it doesn’t have to involve feelings or vulnerable emotional stuff, he’ll call you pretty much whatever you want. It’s all fun and games as long as it’s about sex only, after all. 

Sub AU Question!! Oh my gosh I’m so excited!! What would be their favorite way to be used or broken? For example, does one of them like pet play or getting hit? This is also for all the boys

Admin Mawile: This is not what I meant by short questions really, but it’s a good one, so I put more effort into this than I probably should have…This is really just the beginning of what I could go into, though, because I have lots of ideas and didn’t want to get too carried away here. 

Shuu:

-He’s more of the sort to lay back and let you do whatever you want to him… without giving away many signs that he’s into it. It’s easier for him if he can pretend like he’s just humoring you, and drawing some true reactions out of him goes a long way to getting that defensive shell to break. Feeling like he’s at someone’s mercy, that no matter how powerful he is, he’s still choosing to hand it all over to a human does a number on him, so things that make him truly feel like he’s lost all control of himself are the best way to go.

Reiji:

-In his case, he pretty much enjoys what he gives. Corporal punishment is an easy one, but considering his history of being beaten over small mistakes, it’s kind of a psychological minefield. He likes having high expectations put on him, and legitimately pleasing his dom by being good enough is almost worryingly satisfying. He has a very high pain tolerance, and can take just about anything physical you can do to him, so humiliation and psychological methods are highly effective. Feeling absolutely debauched really gets to him.

Ayato:

-He’s definitely quite the brat, and a large part of what works on him is putting him in his place. Having rules and reasonable commands with loving intent behind them does a lot. You have to be careful with pain, as anything that gets too close to what his mother did is dangerous territory. He likes to be denied and put in his place, pushed to the limits of what he can take, and left squirming and needy for you and you alone. Putting some cracks in his ego is tough, but highly effective at getting him to calm down a bit.

Kanato:

-A huge part of submission for him is feeling cared for. It means the world to him to be treated like something small and precious. Strict rules and discipline go a long ways in giving him the structure he’s always needed, but you have to be careful to make sure he always feels loved and wanted through it all. Once he’s at your mercy, it would be easy to something to destroy him even further, and your best bet for making the situation work is to treat him like a little doll who’s helpless before you; yours to love and do as you please with. 

Laito:

-As you’d probably expect, he’s highly, highly sexual. He tends to take things way too far way too fast, and something like denial is going to make him more whiny than anything. Basically anything you can do to him arouses him, but the real challenge is navigating the severe trauma lurking below the surface. He’s sensitive to pain (though that’s not to say that he doesn’t like it), and you’ll have to set clear boundaries and rules for him, as well as showing him through your actions that you don’t intend to use him and leave. 

Subaru:

-The idea that anyone wants him enough to put in so much care is downright staggering, and it’s hard to convince him that you mean it. He also has a ridiculously high pain tolerance, but anything cruel or derogatory is just going to bring up bad things. What’s best is to torture him with pleasure; make him feel so good and loved and overwhelmed that it strips down every mental wall he has. Love and reassurance are necessary, and it’s not a bad idea to restrain him so he doesn’t have to feel like he could hurt you.

Ruki:

-His ego makes it very hard to get through to any of this, but he’s fond of more traditional BDSM. Bondage, corporal punishments, and and a total exchange of control are good for putting him in his place, but you do have to be careful not to venture too close to any of his traumas. When it comes to his scars especially, treat him very gently, and make sure that you make the whole experience into something safe. Crushing his ego won’t get you anywhere, but easing him into giving up control will earn you a whole new side of him. 

Kou:

-Due to his particular trauma, you have to be exceptionally careful. Any wrong move could send him spiraling, and ruin all trust between you. Humiliation and pleasure work better than direct pain, but you still have to check in regularly that he’s alright with what you do. A safeword system is essential, and even though he’ll bristle at being coddled in a such a way, it’ll go a long ways towards building up real trust between you. He likes being treated like a little pet and being put in his place in gentle, easy ways that don’t pressure him.

Yuuma:

-A big part of giving up control for him is the physical. Being restrained and forced to stay still and accept what you do to him does a lot to make him feel truly helpless. For all his strength, and for all he longs to protect the people close to him, accepting a submissive position is a tricky, tricky thing. You’ll have the best luck through psychological methods like the aforementioned restraints, and plain old humiliation also works well. You can’t overpower him, but you can get in his head and make him feel like he’s helpless. 

Azusa:

-He’s dangerously open to anything and everything you want to do to him, and the real challenge is getting it through his head that you’re not just going to use him. Being loving in everything you do is essential, as is making sure that you have good rules on what kind of behavior is appropriate. He likes pain of all kinds, and the more you hurt and humiliate him, the more into it he becomes. You could honestly do whatever you want to him, and as long as he feels loved and wanted, he’ll be more than happy to take whatever you give out. 

Carla:

-For all his ego, submission is a tricky, tricky thing. Humiliation gets to him more than anything, and feeling like he’s truly beneath a human is an experience he won’t soon forget. You have to be sort of careful because of his Endzeit, but it’s unwise to treat him like he’s made of glass. Making him feel like he doesn’t have to be the tough, powerful king is the best way to get to his softer side, and with enough time, patience, and work, it’s possible to break him down to the point where he looks forward to not having to think. 

Shin:

-A lot of what gets to him is being forced to slow down and accept that someone else is making the choices for him. He has a massively high pain tolerance, and humiliation can easily backfire, and what really gets to him is the slow, steady process of being broken down and eased into wanting to be yours and yours alone. He’s rather starved of attention, and giving him what he needs while also pressing him to submit and give up control is the way to make real progress. (And to be honest, he’s the one to like pet play.)

@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.

@badthingshappenbingo

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.

@badthingshappenbingo

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.

For the xeno AU, is it possible if the boys S/O touches their wings in the right places they could become aroused? Or feel something more than relaxation?

Admin Mawile: ヾ( ‘ – ‘*) I had a feeling this question was coming….

-Technically, the wings are the similar to any non-sexual yet sensitive area on a human body (like lips or other soft skin). They’re not inherently arousing or sexual in any way, but it’s possible for them to be incorporated into sexual contact. The main issue with that is that the wings are tied to a whole bunch of vampire instinct to do with trust and safety, and in a way, they can/do affect the vampire’s mental state. 

It’s a not a matter of “right places”, though. They’re just plain delicate, and while touching them could be sexually pleasurable in the right situation, there’s nothing automatically sexual about them. Either way, though, the relaxing, calming, trusting effect would be the same.