Can you do a scenario where Carla has the heroine sleeping with him (so he can keep an eye on her, similar to what Ruki did) and he wakes up to the heroine running her fingers through his hair quietly? Thank you so much c:

Admin Mawile: (ᅌᴗᅌ* ) Awwww~

-Mostly, you were surprised by how different Carla was while asleep.

All spread out in an inelegant mess, hair fanning around his head and soft snores escaping his slightly opened mouth, you could hardly believe this was the same solemn, dignified creature that had been tormenting you.

When his eyes squinched shut, some unseen nightmare driving him to curl up and (you were certain you heard it) whimper, you couldn’t bring yourself to just lie there and let him suffer.

Carla’s hair was every bit as soft as you’d imagined, so silky and thick it was distinctly too perfect to be human.

Stroking it felt like some kind of unspoken privilege, and in a brief, peaceful moment, the tension bled out from around his eyes, entire face relaxing in a way you wouldn’t have thought him capable of.

But then those eyes were snapping open and bony hands were pinning you to the wall, something growled at you about daring to touch him.

With his finally-relaxed face still burned in your mind, it was worth it.

Can you do a scenario with the Canon Mukami Brothers? Where they see their s/o quietly tending to their wounds after a horrible punishment and feel slightly guilty and help her with her wounds. Btw, I love this blog! Keep up the great work :)

Admin Mawile: ┐(ﾟ～ﾟ)┌ Ummmmm, I actually can’t imagine them feeling all that bad. Even if they did do a lot of harm, their response would either be absolutely zero care, or a sense of “you deserved it for making me upset.” Or in Azusa’s case he’s just convinced you liked it lol. I’ll try to write this anyway, but it’s not going to be very fluffy…

Ruki:

-Livestock deserved to be beaten when they misbehaved. As stupid as you are, it’s the only way he can make you learn.

Pain speaks to even the most dense, stubborn people. A thorough punishment can wipe out the seeds of disobedience from a rowdy piece of prey long before they have the chance to become something troublesome.

Seeing you miserable afterwards isn’t necessarily a good thing, but Ruki does know that the pain will do you good.

As will being held down and forced to clean those cuts properly.

Kou:

-You were cuter when you were crying. Your ugly, twisted up face as you tried to bandage the marks he’d left you was nothing short of unpleasant.

It had been your fault to begin with, of course, making him so angry with that smart little mouth that he just had to pay it back. The only reason you had to hurt so much was because you couldn’t just give in and be sweet.

He’ll help you, he’ll sit down and smile and maybe tie the bandages just a little too tight, if only so he can see that terrified look you get after a punishment.

That adorable fear makes it all worth it.

Yuuma:

-As angry as he was, you’re lucky to only be that hurt. He could have crushed your skull like a grape, and you’re complaining about some bruises?

He doesn’t feel bad for hurting you (it was your fault for making him mad in the first place), and it’s far from the first time this has happened, but your whimpering and quiet sobs are getting annoying.

His help is almost an extension of the punishment, far too rough for tender human skin, especially when it’s already aching.

And that’s exactly what he’s intending.

Azusa:

-You must be so happy, with all those fresh, painful wounds to clean. The thick, deep cuts must ache so deeply, Azusa is almost jealous.

You’d been so angry with him, wanting to run away because he hadn’t been doing enough for you. But this had fixed that. He’d tied you down, gave you so many beautiful wounds, now you had to be happy with him.

He sat down next to you, dabbing slowly at a weeping gash with a cloth soaked in stinging alcohol, not registering how you flinched away.

Since he’d been so good to you, now you could return the favor.

Hi c: Can you do a cuddle scenario with Kanato please?

Admin Skitty: Oh my, this is my first time writing a scenario. I hope it lives up to your expectations!

– Kanato’s fingertips gently slipped through your tresses, clutching the strands delicately as he tugged his way forcefully through your knots. His lavender eyes danced dangerously in the moonlight that flickered in from his bedroom window.

“Y/N.” A rough tug brought your face closer to the boy you were curled up next to. Your face shifted into a look of discomfort as he grasped your hand forcefully, bringing it up to his mouth in one fluid motion. His own expression appeared overjoyed as he watched you. A smirk rested upon his stained lips, still covered from his earlier meal.

“You aren’t thinking anything awful are you? I want your attention only on me.“ You could feel him flip over your hand, making it lie palm open for his awaiting mouth. A small giggle escaped him as he looked at your appearance.

“An adorable look contorted in pain, this is only for me.” His fangs grazed your flesh before they pierced the skin ravenously. You did your best to lie still and steady your breath as the pain coursed up your arm, already covered in previous bites.

After his fill he separated himself from you, pulling you into his awaiting arms. His fingers entangled themselves into your hair once again, gently pulling and tugging on its way down as you snuggled into him. Silent, as your lips moved into a smile, calmed to be within his presence.

“Good doll.”

Can you do a scenario about the Mukamis s/o spending too much time on Anime, Video Games and Books that she hardly has times to spend time with them

Admin Mawile:ヾ(〃ﾟーﾟ〃)ノ Uh oh…

Ruki:

-You had gone out of your way to keep your anime hobby from bothering anyone. You watched only one episode a day in an isolated room with the volume as low as you could bear.

And it still wasn’t enough to evade the attention of the house’s other, supernatural occupants.

Apparently, as Ruki was currently lecturing, even that low level of noise was enough to irritate vampire hearing.

And now he had moved on to how you should be punished.

Later, with fangs deep in your neck, you were strongly considering dropping anime altogether.

Kou:

-After finding piles of your manga left in shreds, you’d cut back on the hobby a little. Whichever vampire was mutilating your things would likely move on to you, if you didn’t take the hint.

But even a mere hour a day proved to be too much.

Without more than a moment to feel the icy gaze on your back, Kou’s icy hands came up from behind and wrapped around your throat.

“M-neko~ Using up all your attention on a book is no good… “ His fingers tightened. “Are you just bored, hmm? Do I need to entertain you?”

Your manga lay forgotten and bent on the floor as you struggled to breathe.

Yuuma:

-You didn’t think you were spending that much time on your games. Definitely not enough to deserve Yuuma ripping the console up out of your hands and crushing it with supernatural strength.

Before you can even complain, you’re lifted and shoved against the nearest wall so forcefully you can feel the plaster start to crack.

‘You’re paying to much attention to that fucking screen. Don’t you have any real work to do.”

Keeping you pinned with one hand, he forces your arms up, leaning in and sinking his fangs into your neck.

“If all you can do is waste time, then you can make use of yourself instead.”

Azusa:

-”Eve… do you like the game… more than… me. . ?”

Azusa’s quiet, melancholic voice suddenly appeared from behind your shoulder, startling you badly enough to send your console flying. The screen shattered as it hit the ground, glass exploding over the floor.

“Ah… it broke. . “ You were frozen, too shocked to speak, but Azusa sounded almost… pleased.

“You’ll… pay attention to me…now, right?” he mumbled, leaning in closer. “I can be… much more pleasing… than a game… “

Pleasing was not the word you’d use to describe loving, painful knives carving shallow spirals into the soft skin of your stomach.

For the hair brushing scenario, can you do Carla, Kou, Ayato and Laito? I’m sorry it wasn’t specific! /.~❤️

Admin Mawile: ( ᐛ )و Aaaand I made this creepy. I’d say I’m sorry, but I’m really not. Also, these are pretty short ‘cause of the amount of characters, four long scenarios in one request would be way too long

Carla:

-You had thought you felt a gentle touch, someone’s hand in your hair, soft and caring, like stroking a beloved pet. But when the sleep cleared from your mind, what awaited you was very different.

Carla didn’t say anything, he just pulled you to the floor, one long fingered hand twisted in the strands of your hair.

You went easily, falling where he wanted you, to afraid that he’d rip that handful clear out of your scalp if you resisted. It already felt like some was tearing loose, pain like fire spreading over your head.

“C-Carla, what… ? Why. . ?”

You could barely talk, throat closing up in fear of what he might do next.

Kou:

-”Aw~ Aren’t you cute when you’re sleeping,” Kou hummed, standing over your vulnerable, sleeping form.

He leaned down, running one hand through your hair, gently at first, but tangling with the strands and yanking harder the longer he went on. He was smiling, still murmuring lovingly, and when your eyes finally shot open from the pain, he grinned.

“You should have woken up when I asked.” His tone was sing-song, playful, but his eyes said clearly otherwise.

“Can you make it up to me with your pain, hmm? As payment for making an idol wait?”

Ayato:

-You would have thought that hair stroking could never be an intimidating gesture. Half pinned under a hungry vampire, you now thought very differently.

“Hold still already. Look, I’m being nice to you,” his hand raked roughly through your hair, a sickening, half-hearted attempt at soothing. “Quit complaining and make some better faces than that.”

He bit down on your shoulder, harshly, fangs tearing at the thin skin.

You squeaked, jerking under his grip, expression surely twisted in pain and fear. The hand still on your head burned like a hot iron despite its inherent chill, violating, suffocating.

Ayato’s face was still buried at your throat. Your vision started to swim.

Laito:

-“Bitch-chan, are you still sleeping?” When you awoke, Laito was pressed on top of you, one hand running through your hair in a mocking caress, the other reaching up to pin your hands above your head.

“Mmmm, you smell so good.” His head pressed into the crook of your neck, biting down into the soft flesh.

“I was so hungry, Bitch-chan, you’d just love to satisfy me, right? What a good toy… “

His fangs sunk back in, bruising grip as tight and cold around your wrist as an iron shackle, yanking your head back by the hair for better access to your neck. You whimpered in pain, and could feel him laugh against your skin.