Poor lil guy, circling around in his enclosure like a tiger in a zoo 🥺

Sugishita Kyotaro - Wind Breaker

@dearkiryu

Art by Essi Välimäki

Very

Tightly

Held

A whumpee that comes with an owner’s manual.

The owners manual in big red writing has 'AGGRESSIVE' or 'BITE-RISK'.

Only to look down and see a subdued, scared and shivering whumpee on their knees. Muzzled and restrained to high heavens.

The man unfolds the metal chair and sits down with a calm and composure dissonant to the situation he is addressing. He remains silent, watching the animal struggle across from him. Its body is undoubtedly sore and covered in a thin layer of sweat from the effort of holding such a position for hours on end. The shock collar wrapped tightly around its neck ensures it will remain in place, tense and afraid, unable to relax without receiving immediate punishment.

Despite the exhaustion, its first instinct is to bare its teeth at Henrik.

Disappointing.

After all that effort to reappropriate the biopet, he had expected some level of gratitude even if subconsciously. But an animal is an animal, and perhaps the best approach to this situation would be to simply accept it would never see the hand holding its leash as anything but a threat.

With his foot, he pushes Horus' chest back until it triggers the shock collar. It screams and whines, readjusts itself into position on shaking limbs. He does it again. And again. And again. When the animal is too weak to readjust, simply holding his foot on its chest is enough to prolong the shock for as long as the man wants. Howls of pain echo through the walls, but the foot only stops pressing down when he wills it so.

Henrik crosses his legs and leans back on the metal chair. "You understand what this means, don't you? Do not ever bare your teeth at your owner again."

The ragged breathing and panting give a false sense of defeat that its eyes do not share. The corners of its mouth curl into a grimace. The man sighs. As he rolls the cuffs of his sleeves upwards and stands up, said grimace becomes a full-blown snarl.

It would be a long night for the animal.

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Lamia Lenis

Or, a Carlo/Maxim/Dara/Ilya/Dee crossover AU  collab with the amazing @deluxewhump

Quaedam Manus (Part 1 of many)

Maxim the vampire lives a quiet life with his beloved mortal, Carlo. That is, until Maxim’s friend Dara, an angel of the Lord, brings two creatures to Maxim’s doorstep - Ilya, a human bloodbag barely clinging to life, and Dee, their beloved demon who is willing to kill to keep them safe. Maxim and Carlo find more than they bargained for when they take in the traumatized pair.

Contents: immortal caretaker, vampire caretaker, discussion of past captivity, human whumpee, demon whumpee, restraints, muzzle

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Dara sighed and leaned back in her chair. She heard the wood creak under her – and felt the vibration of every molecule that made it up, knew the exact age of each particle, could name each little fragment of matter and trace it back to where in the universe it had originated. Most of it had come from this general area – not the area of this tiny, rocky planet, but this general area of the universe. Some of it came from farther away. But it had coalesced into the water trapped in the wood long ago, a few billion years ago, right when this planet was really starting to take form.

She was getting distracted.

She blinked and was instantly focused on the creature in front of her. Maxim was young, an infant, really, and she could see the line of his life stretching back what felt like milliseconds into the past. It extended far into the future, though, much farther than most other beings on this planet. Not as long as hers, though. Almost nothing would last as long as she would.

Still, his life was unimaginably long compared to the pinpricks of the human lives around him. She could feel the weight of his life already, just as clearly as she could feel the motes that floated on the air around him.

Just as clearly as she could feel the brightly burning life of his human, crouched at the top of the stairs and doing his best to listen to their conversation.

Maxim tilted his head. Dara caught the glimmer of the candlelight in his eyes, reflecting a cat-like golden glow. It was unnerving to the humans who saw it, she knew. To her, it was as natural as every other process in the universe: refraction, reflection, photons and electrons and signals to the brain. She felt the tiny particles of light on her skin as he met her eyes and took in a deep breath.

“I take it,” he said with a wry smile, “That I don’t have a choice in this matter.”

Keep reading

Lamia Lenis - Part 4

Or, a Carlo/Maxim/Dara/Ilya/Dee crossover AU  collab with the amazing @whump-tr0pes

Part 3

-Maxim the vampire lives a quiet life with his beloved mortal, Carlo. That is, until Maxim’s friend Dara, an angel of the Lord, brings two creatures to Maxim’s doorstep - Ilya, a human bloodbag barely clinging to life, and Dee, their beloved demon who is willing to kill to keep them safe. Maxim and Carlo find more than they bargained for when they take in the traumatized pair.

Contents: vampire caretaker, misunderstanding whump, self-sacrifice, muzzle, blood, fainting, implied blood drinking, implied past noncon

A short chapter but Carlo meets Ilya and Dee!

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The vampire had not come back upstairs like he’d said he would. An hour passed, and then two.

Carlo grew uneasy enough to leave the study. He padded silently down the hallway in stocking feet until he heard muffled voices coming from downstairs. 

He hung back behind the bannister, peering between two fluted black rungs to glimpse into the living room. 

The french doors were open. He could see his new vampire master, Maxim, taking the hand of a very sick looking mortal. His stomach turned. He’d never seen Maxim with another mortal, not since he rescued him in his silver car and brought him up away from the city, away from the other vampires. 

Carlo held his breath watching the vampire reach in its box of medical supplies— a box Carlo knew well enough. He’d been treated from it when he’d first arrived, bitten up and weak and looking something like whoever was on the livingroom floor now. 

Obedient

And so, as the majority spoke : A slave situation with a long hair (sexy) OC 😘