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Fanart for @undeadgayboynes of his fanfic "The Hand That Feeds And The Heart That Bleeds" - from the Dog Teeth AU.
I am in love with them. Go check Bones' work, because he's incredibly skilled. This is part of an exchange I had with him, and he delivered something amazing, so I had to do something amazing aswell.
#nerdy prudes must die#npmd#starkid npmd#max jägerman#max jagerman#richie lipschitz#hatchetfield#michie#michie npmd#cigarrete burns tw#sh scars tw#angst#pain
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In the Dark - Overreacting
Look! I wrote them! My new babies!
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CW: captivity, cigarette burns.
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Ashtray heard the front door being open, which sounded so loud. Maybe because of the long time in the silent darkness or maybe it was just the fear from what was to come.
M. walked in with ease humming some melody to himself, the dark rooms meant nothing to him as he avoided the furniture after leaving his cane near the front door.
The door had been closed and the short moment in which the sunlight entered the house was over; it was all dark again. Ashtray tried to be quiet, keeping the whimpering in, not even breathing anymore. Maybe if they were completely silent M. wouldn’t hurt them again, maybe they would be forgotten this way.
Their plan was soon to fail, all it took was for M. to light his lighter, the sound making Ashtray back away in a movement that made all the little bells on their bracelets, anklets and collar tinkle, telling the still humming M. just where his victim was.
Ashtray whimpered, the light had allowed them to see their captor’s face for a while, but now they could only see the small blaze on the cigarette, moving towards M.’s favorite armchair.
“Come here little thing,” M. purred, and the room fell silent for a few seconds, Ashtray still with the little hope that they would be left alone, “Don’t make me go after you.”
A threat. It was dangerous even with the humming tone of voice. No. It was worse with this voice. They whimpered once, the bells signaling their movement as the crawled closer. If they try to walk they will trip on some furniture, and it would make M. so so mad, crawling is safer.
“There you are,” M. purred when Ashtray knelt by his feet, he rested his warm hand on their head, getting a whine in response, “Shhhh shhhhh, why are you so uneasy today? Did you miss me that much?”
“...y-yes,” Ashtray lied as M. traced their face with his huge hands, fortunately not the one with the cigarette. Not yet.
It took their everything not to back away from the unwanted touch, the fear made them shiver enough for the bells don’t stop.
“Cry for me,” M. said, and they did, feeling their captor’s thumb wiping the tears away as the room was filled with half-muffled sobs.
M.’s hand went down from Ashtray’s face to their neck, he shushed their pleas for mercy and held tightly on their collar, almost cutting away all the air, making them struggle weakly, “Quiet. You can handle this, right? Or are you implying that you want to train on it again?”
The threat was more than enficiente and made Ashtray use all the little air they got to beg for the lesser evil, “N-n-no please, please, I’ll be quiet, I’ll-”
“Shhhh.”
M. brought the cigarette down and Ashtray groaned at the white pain. Their eyes were filled with even more tears and they struggled again, but it only made the grip of the collar tighten, enough for them not to get any air to keep fighting and whimpering.
When it was over, Ashtray coughed, trying to get some air, the bells shaking and tinkling non-stop.
“Stop overreacting,” M. complained with a hard slap across Ashtray’s face, who muffled their coughs and whines just until they heard the cigarette box being shaken again, “It’s just a little scratch,” M. said, lighting a new cigarette.
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Taglist (will only tag this time unless asked to be tagged!): @endlesscyclezz @theadorelocksly
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