Pet au scenario where shu Yuma ruki Subaru master that is very kind and has all the boys trust what would they do if they got drunk and deeply kisses them

Admin Mawile:「(°ヘ°) That’s really not a good idea. Also, warning for misunderstood consent issues. Pets don’t understand that they can say no.

Shuu:

-And here he’d really been starting to think you’d be one of the nice ones.

You had been such a kind owner so far, never going out of your way to hurt him. He’d honestly been starting to believe that it would stay that way.

As pretty as he was, that kind of pet had always been a future, and, drunk or not, now that you were showing interest he had no choice but to give in and let you do what you wanted.

Leaning into the kiss, being careful not to scrape you with his fangs, he silently mourned the loss of what might have been a good home.

Yuuma:

-With his size, he hadn’t expected to be a desirable pet.

That was always an option for the pretty ones, but he’d thought he’d be safe from it. You’d been so nice too, a better owner than he’d ever dreamed of; it made it all the worse that you were turning on him now.

It took everything he had not to pull back and flee. If he made you angry now, there would be no telling what you’d get angry enough to do.

So all he could do was hold still and try to panic, eyes closing in terror as his hands clenched at his sides.

Ruki:

-Though this had always been something to expect, you honestly hadn’t seemed the type to do it.

He should have known better. No human ever stayed so kind. It only made sense that you’d finally turn on him and become like all the rest. He couldn’t help the sickening sense of betrayal.

The nausea didn’t fade, even as leaned in to meet your kiss, stomach churning and body shaking with nerves.

This was exactly what he’d wanted to avoid.

Subaru:

-He flinched back almost immediately when your lips touched his, panicking for just a moment before remembering his place.

If you really wanted him for that, violent and disobedient as he’d always been, he had no room to deny you. Leaning in and accepting the kiss was all he could do, careful of the tender spots where fangs had once been.

It was probably too much to ask, but hopefully you wouldn’t keep wanting this. The closeness was already so terrifying.

Pretending to like more would be misery.

May I please have a scenario where the heroine confesses she only likes when they bite her and no one else with Laito, Kou, and Carla?

Admin Mawile: ┐(‘～`；)┌ I wouldn’t recommend doing that…

Laito:

-Of course you like it! He goes to every length to make you feel good.

The way he’s looking at you feels like how a cat would eye a baby mouse, and you can’t help but shiver at the way those green eyes are stripping you down to every weakness.

You know you’re going to regret telling him that; giving away anything is grounds for torture here, but right now, as he slams you against a wall, fangs pricking your neck underneath his empty imitation of a smile, you really can’t be anything but happy.

So this is how to get what you want.

Kou:

-Oh, so you like it when he bites you? That mean you won’t be able to complain if he bites whenever he wants to, doesn’t it?

Now that you’ve basically given him permission, you can just see the devious, over-excited look in Kou’s eyes. You’re a little afraid of what he might come up with now, but this is what you admitted to wanting.

After he decides to bite you just out of view of a crowd, slipped behind the curtain of his stage, that’s when you realize.

There is nothing to regret about tempting him.

Carla:

-Biting is for his benefit only. If you enjoy it, so be it, but he will do nothing to make it pleasant for you.

Carla obviously cares very little about the admission, and makes no mention of it again, save for biting you even more roughly when it’s time for your punishments, tearing at the skin and leaving deep punctures.

Despite how he seems to think that this is shutting down your unnecessary enjoyment of his fangs, you know you’ve won this time.

You’re still loving every moment of it.

could you do a scenario were konato and subaru are talking and ayato and laito come in and piss them both off?

Admin Mawile: ┐(‘～`；)┌ I’m not used to writing interactions between canon characters… but I tried.

-”Talking” wasn’t the most accurate description. “Happening to be in the same room and sitting in tense mostly-silence” was more like it.

The closest thing to real conversation was Kanato’s angry mumbling, hissed conversations with Teddy about how terrible it was for both of them to be stuck with such a violent person for their snack time.

Even worse, mere moments before Subaru felt himself about to snap and put that stupid bear through a wall, even worse annoyances appeared.

The other two of the triplets were now here, surely drawn by the tense atmosphere and ready to make trouble. A few mocking comments about brotherly bonding later, Subaru did put something through a wall.

That something was very nearly Laito’s head, but thanks to some rather impressive dodging, the only damage was to the wall.

With Kanato screaming about the noise, Ayato hollering at him for not being able to take a joke, and Laito still making the same vaguely suggestive comments, Subaru rather wished he’d never left his coffin that morning.

A child au where the reader teaches Yuma how to do gardening and even giving him a small garden for him and Yuma and the reader planted and cherry blossom tree together

Admin Mawile: (*･▽･*) How sweet!

-After numerous days of Yuuma coming inside covered in so much dirt you could hardly see skin, something needed to be done.

You probably couldn’t stop him from playing (and you honestly didn’t want to), but there had to be a way to at least direct that energy into something positive. What was productive and suitably filthy?

Gardening.

One long afternoon of planting and explanations later, your once empty garden plot was filled with rows and rows of seeds, everything from vegetables to colorful flowers.

The last thing you’d planned was a tree. A cheap one, but hopefully hardy and simple enough for a child to take care of.

Yuuma, caked in dirt up to the elbows, was patting the last of the little mound around the sapling with a hilariously serious look on his face. You had told him that the new garden was his responsibility to take care of.

“Ma! It’s all planted! Come water it now!”

Still absolutely filthy, smiling wide, and practically bouncing with excitement, Yuuma was the picture of a delighted kid.

A scenario where (child au) ayato ruki shu kou are having a nightmare and their mother is hugging them kisses their head and playing with their hair singing them a lullaby to calm them down and the boys waking up in their arms sorry about my English

Admin Mawile: (＾ω＾) Your English is fine!

Ayato:

-In sleep, you saw the most of Ayato’s stress. He couldn’t pretend to be tough when nightmares were clawing at his mind.

Curled up tight, tiny sobs slipping out as he shivered and twitched, he looked more like a child than ever. His forehead was hot and damp under your hand, hair matted down and tangled.

All he did was whimper and lean into your touch, curling close against you leg and sobbing even harder.

You saw Ayato’s eyes crack open for just a moment, but they quickly slammed shut again as he buried his face in your thigh and shook. Quietly humming, you gently stroked his hair, letting him cling and cry.

Ruki:

-His nightmares were always subtle; never sobbing or curling up in terror, just shivering in his sleep and scrunching up his face.

Ruki never wanted to talk about his past, and somehow, you understood why. Whatever had happened to give such a young child such awful burns and nightmares ever night had to be something truly sickening.

He tended to reject touch, too proud to allow himself to be babied in any way, but you couldn’t help but reach out and gently brush the hair off his forehead.

One small hand latched onto your wrist, and if Ruki’s eyes weren’t still firmly squinched shut, you would have thought you’d woken him. The tension in his face lessened, just slightly, as tiny fingers dug into your wrist.

Shuu:

-For some reason that he refused to tell you about, Shuu dreamed of fire almost every time he slept.

He’d never explain, turning sullen and looking away every time you tried to ask, but the memories of some mysterious blaze haunted him. It was the one time you’d ever seen him afraid, and you both hated it.

After the nightmares had grown worse than ever, he’d taken to sleeping in your lap, curled up and easy to comfort.

When he started to whimper in his sleep, you could pet silky hair, rub a small, thin back, and do everything to make sure he’d be alright.

Kou:

-Kou didn’t have nightmares, he had nightterrors. Horrible, violent things that left him sobbing and screaming and tangled in the sheets.

Normally, he’d run to you instantly upon waking, face still red and damp with tears. He’d cling to your chest and sob and howl until every bad memory was pushed away once again.

But when you found him first, you did what you could before he even woke; humming softly, stroking scrunched up, reddened cheeks.

Blue eyes snapped open with a gasp, and a small body launched itself against you before you could even blink. Just as you expected, you were his first thought for comfort after the dream.

Scenario where the heroine slaps Carla and he punishes her? (Without killing her 😅 )

Admin Mawile:（ΟΔΟ；；） Uh oh…

-You hadn’t tried to do it.

One minute, Carla was lecturing you, as condescending and rude as you’d ever expect from him, the next, your hand was against his cheek, stinging slightly from a hit you hadn’t even registered properly.

There was a moment of tense silence. His eyes didn’t so much as widen, and a few slow blinks later, you were certain you’d be killed this time.

Suddenly, you were slammed against the wall behind you, one thin, cold hand pressed against your throat. Carla still hadn’t said anything, but you could feel the fury hanging thick in the air.

He growled something you could barely make out over the pounding in your ears, tightening his grip until your vision went black around the edges.

At this point, being killed might be better than what’s coming.

A scenario where ruki,reiji,laito and shuu are cheating on their s/o

Admin Mawile:（；￣д￣） Half of these guys hardly see a problem with “cheating”…

Ruki:

-It probably didn’t mean anything.

You knew that vampires fed on whatever prey they pleased, that what looked horribly intimate to your human mind was nothing more than another meal, another piece of prey to them.

Even if the idea of him with someone else turned your stomach, to him, it had to be meaningless.

So you ignored it, you pretended like you were the only one to see his gentle moments, the only one he’d smile at.

And even if there was more to it, you didn’t want to think about it.

Reiji:

-Girls practically hung off of him at school, you knew, and long ago you had decided not to be bothered by that.

Reiji wasn’t the type you expected to want more than one difficult partner, and if anything, you were more shocked that he’d found someone else that could keep his interest and meet his standards.

For all the callousness he’d treated you with, you weren’t even sure if it would count as cheating for him to do the same to another.

You pictured him, whip in hand, imposing on some poor human who had no idea what they were getting into until that moment, still blissfully unaware of the monster they’d been cuddling up to.

You knew what would become of them, and felt nothing but pity.

Laito:

-You couldn’t say you were surprised.

Laito had never had any reservations about feeding from or flirting with other people, and when he came home hand in hand with a girl, as clear a picture of a couple as you had ever seen, you couldn’t manage to be upset.

You payed attention, and found that he did this constantly, that almost every day he was pursuing someone other than you.

Even if you said something, he wouldn’t stop. Laito obviously saw no problem with what he was doing, made no attempts to hide it.

So you resigned yourself to letting it happen.

Shuu:

-The cheating itself was less surprising than that Shuu had stayed awake long enough to pursue someone.

You were stuck with him, had little choice in being available, easy prey.

It was hard to picture him working to find someone else, actually bothering to get up and hunt, waste energy on a person who wouldn’t just stumble upon him at opportune moments.

Bringing up the infidelity would get you nowhere. If you were lucky, Shuu would just laugh it off and chastise you for assuming he’d be any different.

So you tried to picture how miserable his next prey would be in the end.

-facepalm- sorry sorry, okay right. Okay for the wound scenario; Carla, Shuu, Ayato, and hmmm…Subaru or Laito idk. Surprise me cx 💖

Admin Mawile: (／・ω・)／

Carla:

-There was no punishment he dealt without sufficient reason. If you were in pain, you had earned every moment of it.

Every dark, throbbing bruise, every weeping cut was proof that you had disobeyed, motivation to do better in the future. Your complaints were nothing more than proof that you had not yet learned your lesson.

He’d never demean his position by tending to your wounds, no that would be far beneath the position of king.

But feeling some satisfaction at your miserable face was just natural.

Shuu:

-Punishing you was enough trouble. Having to deal with your stupid whining afterwards was all the worse.

Were you just so stupid that you couldn’t learn? Or were you asking to be hurt again? Since he’d punished you for being too loud, more of that annoying whimpering had to be an invitation for more.

Pinning your arms out of the way and roughly splashing fresh alcohol against your wounds elicited the loveliest shrieks.

At lest this was something worth moving for.

Ayato:

-For all your talking back, you sure couldn’t take much punishment; he’d barely hurt you and you were already sobbing.

You should have thought about what messing with him would get you before getting so head-strong, huh? Bleeding and whimpering, you sure looked sorry for forgetting your place.

Yeah, he’d done enough for now. That fresh blood was looking a lot more appealing than smacking you around.

Your misery made the blood taste all the better.

Laito:

-Oh how cute you are when in pain. That adorable little face, twisting up and going all red as you tried to hold in the most precious noises.

The aftermath was just as sweet. Red, dripping gashes littering your flesh like jewelry, poisoning the air with the sweet, perfect scent of your blood. You make a sharp sound when he dabs at them with something stinging.

He chides you to hold still, tightening his grip on your wrist until the bones creak, digging one pointed nail into the edge of a deep cut.

Yes, cleaning you up was nearly as fun as causing the mess.

Can you do a scenario with Kanato, Carla, and Kou where they want their s/o to play with their hair? Hope this is okay, I can’t find the rules on mobile and I know you’re only suppose to request a couple of characters for a scenario. Thank you! 💖 (P.s. Miss ya Skitty and love you Mawile)

Admin Mawile: ヾ(@゜∇゜@)ノ

Kanato:

-Even Kanato’s nicer moments were vaguely terrifying.

With his head in your lap, dark-rimmed eyes gently shut, soft hair pooling around his head like a halo, he almost looked peaceful.

But, you also knew, if your hand stopped stroking the absurdly downy fluff of his hair for even a moment, he’d probably try to throw you out the window, furious for being disobeyed.

His demands of affection were far from unusual; sudden, violent things where he’d demand an emotion much softer than you felt capable of giving. He’d flop down in your lap, clutching that creepy toy to his chest, and with eyes as wide and needy as a child, command your attention.

There was an unspoken threat in the air, that if you ever denied him or dared mention these moments to anyone else, you’d pay dearly.

But, with the horribly fragile expression on his pale face, you couldn’t help but feel like he needed you more than he’d ever admit.

Carla:

-The only time Carla came close to needy was when his illness left him so feverish and pained he was entirely unaware of his own actions.

When he was half asleep, caught between fever dreams and reality, head pressing into your thigh, one worryingly thin hand clutched tightly in your clothing like a claw.

Carla’s eyes cracked open, just a little, and with a deep, miserable sigh, he tilted his face out of view.

That was as close an invitation as any you’d get to comfort him, the nearest thing to an admission of pain his pride would allow. Burying your fingers in the slightly sweat-damp, still ridiculously soft strands of his hair, you started to gently stroke and rub at his scalp.

His face relaxed just a bit, you thought, going slack with something like peace.

Kou:

-This was his payment, he said, for going easy on you while feeding this morning.

Since he’d been so kind as to make sure you didn’t hurt any more than you had to, it was only right that you pay him back with something just as good.

Apparently, “something just as good” meant laying splayed out across your lap, head tucked into the curve of your waist, practically purring as you run your fingers through his hair.

Even as cute as he seemed, sharp nails clutching at your thigh reminded you exactly what your position here was. Kou was demanding something, and you were only there to provide it.

It was still nice, seeing him so close to unguarded and genuine, melting under attention that you suddenly realized how badly he must need. It was probably no more than one of his games, tricking you into imagining vulnerability that was never there, but you didn’t care.

There was something real about how tightly he clung to you.

Cuddle scenario with Carla pls pls pls xoxoxoxo

Admin Mawile: (´ヮ`)

-Cuddling with Carla was… not what you expected.

It mostly involved being held in his lap like some kind of doll, sitting stiffly and perfectly still as not to annoy him. The one time you’d tried to shift into a more comfortable position, he’d scared you into stillness with one irritated growl.

Even worse, your impromptu seat was bony, all sharp angles and knife-like hips cutting into your back. You hadn’t quite noticed how skinny Carla was until now.

One thin, strong arm was wrapped around your waist, pinning you to his chest with seemingly no effort, and the strangeness of his cold body beneath you was easily overshadowed by how easily you knew he could turn angry.

Putting up with this manhandling for now was probably best.

It was still the most gentle you’d ever seen Carla, without any intentionally caused pain or misery.

Yes, it was probably in your best interest to stay still and let him do as he pleased. The hugging was definitely nicer than punishment, even with his silky hair tickling your neck.