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“Suffocating Love”~

A Kanato Sakamaki x Reader R18+🍋

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Disclaimer: (The following fanfiction contains dark NSFW 18+ themes, including degradation, rough play, possessive marking, intense blood drinking, asphyxiation , body gore, sadomasicism, dubcon, edging, possible 💀? Oral and very Rough sex… Proceed at your own risk. )

(This is a a bit longer . So strap in little loves 💕)

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Your body hits the ground with a rough landing. Your arms attempting to brace your fall as you are thrown onto the floor of the middle triplets bedroom. You hear the door slam behind you as Kanato pulls the door roughly to close, practically cracking the door frame in the process.

“You.. you JUST DON'T LISTEN!!”

Kanato aggressively grabs you up by the collar of your shirt tugging you upward. With a gasp you desperately attempt to bring yourself to your feet.

“Kanato I didn’t do-“ your voice cut off by a pair of cold slender fingers wrapping tightly against your throat. The pressure on your windpipe hitching your breath as the suffocation begins to numb your senses . Kanato glares straight at you through wet eyes.

“Oh Shut up already won’t you? I don’t want to hear any of your lies! You can’t deny it when I SAW IT.. with my very own eyes!! You and ayato… you let him drink your blood right? Hc… even though… you’re supposed to only .. belong to me..I.. I WONT FORGIVE YOU!!”

Your hands claw at his hand squeezing around your throat. His tightening fingers strangled all air from you causing you to gasp and choke. Your eyes welled with tears as you desperately tried to break his stone like grip.

“Hah .. He. Kuh… a- attacked.. *gasp* me!” You prayed your pleas would reach the vampires ears and he’d see reason. You really weren’t lying. You were walking to your room when Ayato cornered you. What started as idle conversation quickly turned into a sudden feeding session much to your protests and attempts to get away. Ayato had his fangs in your neck ,pinning you against the wall when Kanato happened to pass by and saw the two of you. You knew from the look on his face you were in for it. Your blood ran cold and when Kanato ripped ayato off you by his shirt and turned to you nostrils flared and wide eyed. Fuck . Fuck fuck fuck.

“Oh? You didn’t seem to be putting up much of a fight?! This is exactly why I hate girls like you…. You.. Uu.. Are a liar..”

Kanato tears the fabric around your collar keeping the hold on your throat, he loosened his grip slight enough to let air flow in. You gulp as much air as your tight strained airway would allow. Kanato stared at the fresh fang marks left behind by his brother. A residual sting lingered. You could see the anger written all over his face as his lavender eyes stared deeply at the blood that still trickled from the wound.

“These marks.. on MY possession. It makes me want to gag. It’s unforgivable. Let’s surely punish Ayato to death one day, don’t you agree Teddy?”

Kanto pulls you close to him and he laps the blood that runs down your neck. It gave you shivers and you gritted your teeth still struggling to breathe.

“Oh? Does it hurt? Idiot. I’m making it hurt on purpose. You have to be punished for giving your precious blood away. “

He sinks his sharp fangs directly into the puncture wound Ayato had left. He bit into you deeply, driving his fangs into your neck, sinking into nerves and biting through muscle. You felt your blood pulse in your veins as Kanato drank hurriedly. The sheer power from his bite, felt crushing against your collar… you could hear the blood rushing in your ears, feel the strength slowly leaving you flowing into him.. your skin started to heat up, and suddenly your heart thumped faster against the walls of your chest.. Was he going to drink all your blood? Was this how he was going to kill you?

You pawed and grasped at Kanatos hand . Pushing against him with the other. If you were going to die , you would at least put up a fight . Kanato had told you the day you arrived at this god forSaken house you were his. He wanted you to belong to him and him alone.. His to feed from. His to toy with.. his to kill. He emphasized that last part a great deal, explaining one day his fangs would drain every last drop from you, keeping you his doll forever.

Kanato finally let go of your throat , grasping both your wrists in his stone-like hands. You gasped heavily, swallowing the sweet air into your lungs that heaved for relief from the burning lack of oxygen. Kanato retracted his fangs, looking at you with a satisfied expression.

“Hehe.. I really like that reaction. Are you watching Teddy? Look at how funny she is. And you.. look at your pathetic face right now. Are you crying too? Here let me take care of that.” Kanto runs his blood stained tongue against your cheek, drinking your tears.

“Mm. These taste sweet too. Say Teddy, would you like to taste this stupid girl's tears as well?” Kanato grabs your face turning it to face his teddy bear propped against the edge of the bed. “Fufu I knew you would.“ Kanato pushes you to your knees, grabbing you by the back of the neck firlmly. “Come on . Present it to him. That crying face. “ you look up at him , his pale dead eyes piercing into as he grinned. You shuddered. His expressions are always so..haunting.

“Tsk. hurry up!” Kanto kicks you onto your knees, forcing you to bend over against the floor. Your back throbbed at the sudden pain as you stared up at the blank smiling expression of his teddy bear.. fuck that thing is creepy..

“Now. Crawl around like that some more. Teddy and I quite enjoy seeing that side of you. You look so pathetic , It makes me laugh! Hehe… Hahaha!”

You knew if you didn’t comply it would just make the situation worse. Fighting him would probably only make the suffering more unbearable. And what could you do anyway? You’d buy your time.. look for an opportunity to escape.

“Hey.. that expression you're making. What do you not like? You're scrunching your face up. It makes it look ugly.. Are you scared? Or.. Could it be, you're scared of having your blood sucked by me? Well this is your fault anyway. If you hadn’t let ayato drink from you I wouldn’t be this pissed off right now. Annoying bugs like you should learn their place.. you’re in no position to be displeased.”

He kicks you forward again with his heel, jabbing you to crawl. You groan and reel back from the blunt force… slowly you move one hand in front of the other.. making your way slowly to the edge of the bed. Kanto watched you crawl beneath him from behind closely. You looked back and felt his concentrated eyes take in your entire frame peering at you up and down. You didn’t understand why but you couldn’t help but to feel your cheeks grow hot under his gaze..

“Don’t look at me, look at Teddy!! You’re supposed to give him some of your tears right!? Are you purposely trying to make him wait for them to dry? Who do you think you are!? “

You Turn back to the bear sitting upright on the edge and make your way to the bed. What the fuck were you supposed to do just… bring your face close to it? You lifted yourself off the floor slightly staring the bear in his eyes. You didn’t understand how something inanimate could have a gaze so unnerving that sent a chill across your skin. This was so fucked up.

“Fufu now press your cheeks to his lips.. hehe yes just like that. How is it Teddy? Her suffering is so very sweet. Doesn’t her tears taste like syrup? I can’t get enough either. “

Kanato grabs you by the hair straightening your back. You shriek and grab at his hands as your locks are balled in his fists.

“ What do you think? Do you think she’s learned her lesson? to never ever let another person share what belongs to us exclusively? Should we be merciful tonight? I’m super duper pissed off so I’ll let you decide”

Kanato laughed as he tugged upward on your hair. You gritted your teeth feeling the tears start to sting the corner of your eyes. You hoped that this would end soon. Maybe he’d get bored and send you back to your room or if he drank from you again you could just pass out. Would that be a better option?

“Hehe Well you heard him. He doesn’t think you’ve had enough and I can’t help but to agree. Just that little bit of blood wasn’t nearly enough to quench my thirst. “

Stupid fucking teddy bear.

Kanato grabs you, tossing you onto the bed. Within a moment he’s on top of you . Straddling your hips as he pins your shoulders . Running his finger tips along your bruised swollen throat, you shudder against His cold fingers. His touch sent your sensitive skin of your tender throat into overdrive. He sniffed at your cheek before sinking his fangs into your nape. The thin skin, blossoming open, burning with a piercing pressure of his knife life fangs.

Kanato intertwined his hand in yours, locking your fingers together. He continued to gulp down the sweet red wine that passed through your veins. His lips kissed and sucked at your tender skin messily spilling your blood. Your eyes widened when you could feel his hips start to grind lightly… rubbing himself against you slowly. His breathing picked up, sighing as he released your nape from his mouth with a wet slurp.

“Hah.. .. this isn’t enough.. more.. I need more blood! This burning in my throat, it’s hurting me so bad! And.. this ache in my lower stomach.. I’m really irritated right now.. but for some reason.. you’re remedying that ache with your precious blood. Where should I bite you next, this time I’ll properly tear open the wound with my nails. Plenty of delicious blood will flow in no time. “

You struggle beneath him, squirming to break free of your restraints.

“Oh well, whatever your preferences are mean nothing to me. Hmm..fufu how about your cooler bone? I’m sure that would be pretty painful~. Or maybe.. Your...chest? While the thought of tearing the skin from your chest and drinking your blood directly from the source sure would be really nice~ but I guess you’d probably die pretty fast wouldn’t you? Hey, Teddy? Humans really are such pathetic creatures don’t you agree?They die so easy. Heh. “

You winced and your eyes filled with fear. This guy was going to kill you.. your body shivered , terrified of what he planned to do next. You could see a smile grow along his face, his blood covered fangs shining in the light spilling in from the window.

“That expression.. ah. I love when you make that kind of face for me! That look of terror makes me feel so happy, it really is the best!... hm.. maybe.. I can draw other reactions out of you.. “

Kanato kissed you, cupping your face in his hands . His kiss was strong.. tender. He snaked his tongue through your lips, the metallic taste of your own blood making you dizzy. He pawed at your clothes, feeling up your body underneath as he swirled your tongue around his. You moaned into his mouth. There was no trying to stifle them despite your wish to do so. Your body heated up, feeling him grasp at the fabric roughly as his kiss deepened,

Without much of an effort he tears your clothes away. First your top, then your skirt. Ripping the articles to ribbons. Your panties were ripped away with an extra rough pull. Your shiver at the sudden rush of cool air hitting your exposed skin . He trailed his fingers along your flesh. Your flight or fight response is triggered, and on impulse you attempt to shoot up off the bed. You didn’t know where you were going to run or how far you’d get but you’d at least try. Your attempts to push past him stop abruptly by him grabbing your wrists roughly , pulling you back onto the stupidly large mattress…

“Fufu why are you trying to run away? Are you scared? Or.. Do you hate me that much? Are you afraid of being exposed in front of Me? Maybe you haven’t let it sink into that stupid slow brain of yours but you’re mine. You belong to me which means whatever I wish to do to you is within my right.. I can play with my doll.. however I see fit .

Kanto raps your wrists together tightly with rope he pulled from beside his bed. The tight bindings biting against your skin.He kisses along your neck down your heaving chest. His cold short kisses danced across your flesh making you toss and squirm under him. He continued peppering soft kisses down your stomach and plush thighs. Grinning against your shaky body .

Kanato pries your thighs part, kneeling down while hooking his arms under your thighs locking you in place. He leans closer to your gushing sex. Taking in a light breath. “Hmmm… you smell… so sweet here too.. I wonder if your juices are as sweet as your blood? I’m still.. so very parched you know…. “

He runs his tongue slowly along your folds soaking his pale lips in the fluid that slowed out of you. You shudder at his icy tongue against your feverish skin. He licked you slowly.. licking every single part of your lips over and over rolling your arousal on his tongue.

“Mm.. hah .. it’s just as I thought. haah.. it’s Like candy. *smooch* this is bad.. I might actually enjoy this sort of thing? I’m even surprised. And you? You definitely feel Amazing right now, yes? Fufu I already know without you even opening your mouth. I am being so kind after all.. Mm..”

He kisses along your sex before letting his tongue trail circles around your clit. You shudder and whimper as he kissed and sucked against your love bud . He gripped your shaking thighs, digging his nails against your flesh making you jolt. He hummed lightly against you vibrating his stone Like lips against your skin. Soft moans escaped your lips as your hands ached to be released from the restraints. Imagine how soft his hair feels... You just wanted to grasp his hair so badly and press him into you more. That would probably piss him off though..

You did your best to not move as the ropes tied to you rubbed harshly against your wrist. The friction starts to leave your skin red and raw to the touch. You winced as you unconsciously bucked your hips further against his mouth. The restraints sting, along with his unrelenting eating made you gush even more. The contrasts of pain and pleasure was maddening and you could feel yourself reaching your limit. He continued to lick and suck and every single inch of you. He couldn’t stop . Not for any particular reason. Kanato Took your flesh between his teeth hungrily, thrusting his tongue in and out repeatedly. He just wanted to keep eating you. and fuuuuck you didn’t want it to stop. You felt pressure start to build in your tummy as he continued his oral assault. You squirmed and whimpered trying to contain your voice as much as possible.

“Haah… “ Kanato came up for air. His pale lips puffed and swollen and covered in your essence. It covered his mouth and dripped down his chin. He looked at you through half lidded eyes licking the you that remained on his lips. The sight alone could have made you come right there if it wasn’t for Kanato suddenly pinching your clit. The sudden jolt sent electricity up your spine numbing you. Your oncoming release halted in its tracks . Tears flowed from your eyes as you shook, desperately wanting him to continue. He rubbed your pearl harshly between his pale fingers and the room filled with your frustrated moans.

“Those are some nice reactions.. though.. I don't know who you think you are, thinking you could reach your limit before I say so? What a greedy doll. You're only allowed to feel nice if I let you. Hm.. but you did give me a delicious treat.. so maybe ill give you the pleasure you crave so badly if you gravel for it. Come on. You can do it can’t you? Beg for my tongue.. beg for my fangs. Heh...”

“Kanato..p-please…” tears ran down your face as you squeaked out his name. That was all it took..He tugged his own pants away , practically ripping them off himself as he pulled your hips to meet his right after.

“ If you scream too much , I’m gonna gnaw straight through that throat.”

Kanato pushed himself into you. Your walls concealed around him and you heard him let out a soft sigh. He glided in and out of you slowly at first, pressing his lips Into yours. You moaned into his mouth as he held you by your hips. He moaned softly rocking himself into at a rhythmic pace.. your tear soaked lashes fluttered as the feeling of his cock stretching your walls made you melt. Your frame trembled, his cold skin stealing the warmth that radiated from you.

“Hah.. say Teddy. Look at her face. Fufufu. Say...Does it hurt? Or perhaps...are you feeling good? That’s perfect. It’s always the best when it’s me right? Come on, stick out your tongue, let me kiss you more. Mmm”

He deepens the kiss, brushing his fangs along your tongue. Your breathing becomes restrained against his lips as he continues to glide in and out, starting to pick up pace.

“Hah.. heh.. Teddy is enjoying your reactions as well, maybe you are good for something after all? Hah… I can’t get enough... Give me your hand.. I want you.. to touch me too..” he grabs your hand placing it along his chest.

“Are you stupid? What are you waiting for.. pet me properly. I’m giving you special permission just this once.. hah.. yes like that… fufu your clumsy fingers feel so nice.. ah.. . Harder. Try using your nails. Sink them properly into my skin, I will do the same. We can wear proof of our love on these bodies for everyone to see.”

He digs his nails into the curve of your hips, suddenly increasing his pace to pound into you. You grip his shoulders crying out. The sound of skin furiously slapping against skin filled the room. Blood trickled from the crescent shaped scars along your hips as Kanato scraped and clawed at your flesh, gripping you so tightly you think you might get stuck together forever.

When was this going to end? Did you even really want it to end? His grip on your hips became bruising as he continued to drive himself deeper. Your body had practically melted into the mattress . . All manner of strength was gone . You couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think . His repeated low grunts every time he would shove himself back inside sounded… so cute, which made your cheeks feel warm. You were surprised you had any blood left to even blush.

Your skin felt like a furnace against his, it drew him in, seeking to fill him with your warmth. Unconsciously, your hips rolled up against his, his fast erratic thrusting in time with your grinding frame made for an intense ride. “...Ah! What are you doing?! Stop doing that! I didn’t tell you.. aah.. you could move like that!! It makes me… want to lose it.”

He buried himself in the curve of your neck, breathing heavily as his dick pistoned repeatedly and mercilessly now. You could feel his cool face tucked against your burning skin as he pressed himself against you more, wanting to be closer. Wanting your skin to meld to him. “Ah.. haa.. I can sense the blood under your skin, it’s calling to me. I can’t take this thirst. It’s your body’s fault completely. Hah..It’s driving me crazy. Uu.... take responsibility ”

He sinks his fangs into your nape, drinking through grunts. Blood spilled out his lips and fell on to your chest, dying your skin with pretty red droplets..Your voice rang out no longer able to be contained. You were sure everyone in the house could hear you but you didn’t care. Your mind was numb and blank with nothing but one thought. Kanato.. Kanato..

“ you’re being noisy.. ah.. didn’t I .. hah.. tell you not to be too loud? Kuh.. hah .. hah.. I’ll silence that obnoxious mouth of yours” . Kanato grabs your hips tightly, pulling out and flipping you onto your stomach. Before you can move, he is back inside you, pulling your lower half roughly back against him. He grabs your hair within his fists and shoves your face into the pillow, driving himself in you sporadically .

Your moans and cries are swallowed within the silk sheets. His ungodly pounding into your insides stealing what little breath that could escape your muffled mouth. You became suffocated quickly and clawed at the fabric below you.

“You should feel grateful.. hah .. a worthless mortal like you experiencing this kind of deep pleasure. It’s nice right? Fu~ I’ll mark you deeply.. drive proof that you belong to me deep inside your body so that everyone knows whose possession you are.” He panted as he repeatedly sunk his member deep inside your depths. You couldn’t see his face.. but you were sure If you were looking at him.. you’d be able to see how much he wanted to burst. His grunts and soft whimpers made your pussy convulse.. oh god he sounded so cute… fuck..

A sharp searing sensation envelops your shoulder. Kanatos tongue laps at the blood around your wound,fangs tearing at the skin to release the sugary sweet blood below.. your body was starting to feel heavy.. his fangs.. his mouth.. his dick.. it was all too much… he was was stealing your energy.. taking your strength.. your vision blurred and your eyes continued to roll back, the pleasure blurring your vision to dark edges. Your limbs were completely numb.. Was this it? Were you going to die right here? It didn’t matter... More.. you wanted more. The middle triplet engulfed your mind completely. Your flesh and blood craved him like a drug. You were no longer yourself..You could die happy at this moment..

Kanato moans and huffs against your shoulder. He could feel his release coming.. he pulled you close, wrapping both his arms around you. you could swear for a moment you felt as if he was… hugging you. He buried his face into your hair breathing in your scent as he continued his impossible movements. The embrace was tight and crushing as it stole your breath. Your lungs tightened and your moans caught in your throat. His chest pressed firmly against you, caging you within his arms .His vampiric grip tightened around you, constricting you like a viper squeezing the life away from its prey .. The room was spiraling, your chest burned, your stomach clenched and tightened. Waves of pleasure crashed within your nerves threatening to overtake you. Your body convulsed against Kanato's small shaking frame. Your spine popped from the raw strength of his hold and your eyesight went hazy. His gasping frustrated moans fading softly from your ears as the ringing within your eardrums tuned him out completely.. he didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop. He wanted to break you completely…Make you his.. break you apart. Kanto flexed his arms around your frame pressing you inwards towards him..you could feel yourself reaching your own orgasm..fuck.. You two were so close.. the way he held you as if you were an extension of his own body.. he whimpered and gripped you tightly against his chest.. so close...any closer. and you’d..

‘Crack.’

Kanato shuddered and let out a shuddered moan as he thrust himself roughly into you one more time, ensuring he was as deep as he could possibly go. He bucked and rolled his hips into you as he came digging his nails into your cooling flesh.. The last thing you could feel.. was the heavy..warm seed pooling into your womb as the head of his cock twitched and pulsed…you thought you felt a cool hand brush a strand of hair from your face… before your mind slipped completely into numbing darkness. your body fell completely limp beneath him, a pitiful final breath escapes your lips.. Kanato chuckles softly, leaning forward.

He brushes against your ear, whispering softly. “you’re not dead yet are you? Your breathing is so low now I can barely make it out. Hmm. Will this bring you back from death's grip? *smooch * hm. Open your eyes and feel my lips. Mn… Fufu I’ll restore your soul .. and wake the sleeping princess with a kiss . Fufu~ Mm…mm”

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(Munnote) how we feel in? Yall good? Woof this took me a good bit to write. Kanato has always been at the bottom of my preference list simply for the fact he’s the only one that TRULY scares me. He’s so unhinged and unpredictable but that’s what makes his so unique. But I can’t deny I love consuming Kanato content. His brain fascinates me. Any who , hope yall liked it.

Artwork done by me. Decided to redraw one of his manga frames. Please do not trace or reupload.

Tagging the usual suspects. That I adore and inspire me to create . Hehe

@kirisakiss @dialovers-lover-xoxo @everything-laito @writhingecstasy

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snake-snacc · 1 month ago

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↪ Make it tight

↪ Fandom — Diabolik Lovers | Kanato Sakamaki (Female)

↪ Words — 735

↪ Notes — I really want to write for my perfect boy again, but atm I don't have any good Ideas. So let me give you some Lesbian shit!

English isn't my first language-

“You could at least try to make it tight”, the purple haired girl said, while looking down at the poor soul, which was tasked with dressing her. Yui nodded her head, trying not to anger her lover and pulled harder on the lacing of the corset. She was sure that she had already pulled to the maximum but maybe that wasn't the case. Her pink eyes wandered over the tightly pulled lace and then back up into the face of her lover. Kanato looked at her, her eyes still a little sleepy and her facial expression more tired than annoyed.

It was not even completely dark outside, but Yui had made the plan to have a nice little city date right as the sun went down. At the beginning Kanato wasn't happy with that. She wanted to sleep a lot longer in her bed, cuddle up into the pillows and pull the blonde close to her. But when Yui looked at her with the most adorable puppy eyes and the promise to be all hers the rest of the night, Kanato couldn't say no. A promise like that shouldn't go unnoticed.

“This is taking way too long”, she started to complain and took Yuis hands into her own. Pushed them away and let the corset fall open at that.

“I'm wearing something different”, she simply stated and wanted to walk over to her closet, as Yui took her hand. With a mix of “What?” And “Did I allow you to just touch me-?!”, Kanato looked at her lover. The blonde really had luck to be precious.

Yui looked into her eyes, thinking about how to phrase her words without sounding like she was complaining.

“I love the dress you wanted to wear. You look really lovely in it.. please let me try again”

Kanato looked at her, didn't say a word. She wasn't the biggest fan of the dress Yui was talking about. By all means it wasn't ugly. Nothing in her closet was considered ugly. But the dress was hard to put on and wasn't one of her favourites. If she recalled correctly, she only wore it when Yui asked her to. Asked her with her long lashes and those big eyes, that would look up to her with so much love in it.

Kanato often cursed her feelings. How simple she could be for a mere human like Yui. How much power the blonde had over her emotions. One word and the purple haired would either fall to her knees for her lover or blow up. There was no in between. Yui made her a mess and even though she would always say that obviously she had the power in this relationship, she would never stop Yui from making her weak in the knees.

“Fine! But if you don't get it right this time you won't get another chance”

“I will give it my best!”, Yui answered and put a smile on her face. She really loved her girlfriend. As Kanato stepped closer again she took the lace back into hand and pulled on it as hard as she could, making the other stumble over a little. Then she knotted the lace together and with a happy smile she looked up, waiting to get a response but was greeted with a face not even an inch away from hers. For a moment Yui couldn't speak, she didn't noticed that Kanato got that close while pulling the lace and the moment she opened her lips to apologise, Kanato already placed her hands on Yuis cheeks.

“Dressing me but pulling me this close, you really don't know what you want, right? This close i can feel your breath against my skin”, she stepped closer, chests touching.

“I can even feel your heartbeat. Racing. Hammering. Oh it wants to jump out so bad~” her thumbs stroke over Yuis skin, caressing the soft surface.

“You really are hopelessly in love with me, right?~” Yui gave a nod to that. Her voice was unable to come out. She only stared into those purple eyes, feeling the safest but at the same time threatened.

One hand made her way to Yuis back, drawing little patterns before she unhooked the white bra, letting it fall loose. Slowly Kanato pushed the straps from the blondes shoulders, before leaning even closer in her face, whispering against her lips.

“Let me thank you~”

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snake-snacc · 2 months ago

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Never thought I would post myself on here actually- but I am working on something atm!!

I came back from my little vacation I had and in the mail were the things I ordered for the next Cosplay I'll be working on.

Since I got into DL back then I wanted to do Kanato, and at the beginning of this year it finally happend!

And at LBM (Leipzig Book Fair) this year I wore him at a Convention but in an official arts inspired outfit

And right now, I am working on the beautiful female version that @madamesungalaxathesecond draws!

Wig is mostly finished and the blouse is so fucking gorgeous! I will be having the photoshooting for this in 2 Weeks and I am so excited! I will definitely do a test before that to see how the make-up will work out and all but yes—

Idk why I am posting this, but I think I am just so excited to finally cosplay one of my fav characters in an even more pretty way!

Thanks to @madamesungalaxathesecond for letting me do this!!! 🥺💜

(And for those who are interested Instagram ACC; snake.snacc.cosplay)

#diabolik lovers #diabolik lovers fandom #dialovers #diabolik lovers kanato #kanato sakamaki #cosplay #DL cosplay

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snake-snacc · 2 months ago

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Just to let you know: I Loooveee your Oneshots!!!💖Your writing is very well done, the narrative and details, respecting characters’ personalities, and idk there’s something else I like that I can’t put into words:,D

Keep writing, Keep going~ (ㅅ´ ˘ `) ♡ ♡ ♡💖💖💖

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Omg this makes me so happy! Like you can't imagine 🥺😭💜

Hearing that from someone which creativity, artworks and takes I admire makes me smile so damm bright! 🙏🏻

Thank you very, very, very much!!! 😭😭💕💕💐

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snake-snacc · 3 months ago

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I don’t care what anyone says, I’ll always believe that the best option for Laxus is Freed. Will it ever be canon? Most likely not. But considering that this is Fairy Tail we’re talking about, it doesn’t surprise me.

So, in defence of Fraxus:

Given what we know about the two, they’ve been teammates and best friends for years. They possibly share the closest bond each of them has with another human being. They’d die and kill for each other, and they trust the other more than they trust anyone else. Not to mention the insane levels of loyalty (Mainly from Freed’s side, but also from Laxus’)

Now, it’s obvious that Freed has romantic feelings for Laxus, but something many people like to bring up is “Laxus only sees Freed as a friend”. It’s a running joke in the anime, but I genuinely think it’s just what it is. A running joke, not something to be taken too seriously.

Let’s take the more serious moments to talk about Laxus’ potential feelings for Freed. It is officially a deep friendship, but there are a few factors that make me think that Laxus might be in love with him too. There’s a main one i’d like to point out.

I remember someone else pointing this out before, but i’m saying it anyway. Sometimes, during fights or other serious moments, when a character is involved, the scene will somehow highlight their main love interest. This is usually used to highlight the character’s feelings for the other in a subtle way. And guess what? This happens a few times with Laxus and Freed. The first scene I can think of is:

The way they SPECIFICALLY hinted at Freed as Laxus says this?! It’s a clear example of what I just said. It could have been Evergreen, or Bickslow, or even all three. But no. Freed. Just him. And sometimes, when Laxus refers to the thunder legion, he straight up says “Freed and the others”, so again, they’re highlighting Freed in his words.

Another example. Here, Bickslow and Evergreen are also shown. But still they put more emphasis on Freed and Laxus. Plus the looks they share here?? Hello?? Nothing about it says ‘platonic’.

These are ALL moments that specifically highlight them, while Bickslow and Evergreen are put more in the background. And yes, it might be Mashima’s way of simply saying “Their friendship is extremely strong”, but it’s hard to not think about the possibility of Laxus having feelings for Freed when they’ve done this with basically all the main ships and couples as well.

With that said, I want to clarify that with this post I’m not trying to say that Fraxus is better than any other pair including either Freed or Laxus, because I genuinely think that there are many totally valid ships involving each of them. This is just a personal opinion. Thank you for reading!

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snake-snacc · 4 months ago

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| a carnal moment |

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(casually sketching while thinking how these two are like rabbits in HDB)

I think: Kanato really was making yui so carnal needy. Consciuous o unconscious he make her wanting more eventually. Plus: he can hypnotize, so, it was the magic in Kanato’s purple eyes, gentle whispers and his caresses that made her lose her mind into this. The only moments when she can feel “something” is when he’s touching her...

A brainwashed Doll.

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snake-snacc · 4 months ago

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*I hope I'm not asking for too much Azusa fics hehe* How's about an angst and smut fic with Azusa x chubby s/o x Kanato if that's okay with themes of a dark love triangle and obsession, hopefully not too dark

Hello! No of course not! It´s always fun writing you guys requests! Love the triangle drama, with smut and angst! Hope you´ll enjoy!

Owned by Obsession

Azusa Mukami x Chubby! Reader x Kanato Sakamaki

Smut/Angst

Tags: Azusa x reader x Kanato, chubby reader, smut, nsfw, penetration, enemies, kidnapping

Summary: You are kanato’s bride,however you have some problems in your “relationship”. Azusa kidnapps you in an attempt to save you, however, Kanato doesn’t take this lightly

Masterlist

The Sakamaki mansion always smelled faintly of roses, blood, and wax. It was a place built to preserve beautiful things in time, dolls, portraits, and you.

You were Kanato’s bride.

Not by choice, not fully. Chosen, taken, dressed like a doll and called his. He wrapped you in satin and called you perfect, but it was never love, not really. It was possession. Control. You were soft, and he loved that, but only when it didn’t mean softness of will. He liked you silent and obedient, blinking prettily while he rested his head in your lap or dug his fangs into your skin with tears in his eyes.

“Don’t look at anyone else,” he would whisper while you cried into a pillow. “If you do… I’ll break you, and make you even prettier.”

You didn’t disobey.

Not until Azusa.

⸻

It started the first night the Mukamis were invited for dinner, an arrangement Reiji pushed for, despite the tension between the families. You sat beside Kanato, like always, head slightly bowed, neck exposed just enough to show the bite he left before dinner.

Across the table, Azusa watched you.

His gaze wasn’t hungry like Laito’s. It wasn’t judgmental like Reiji’s. It was… still. Heavy. Curious.

You only dared to meet it once, but that was enough.

⸻

The roses in the Sakamaki garden looked more like grave markers than flowers.

Twilight had barely settled, casting long shadows between the carefully trimmed hedges. You knelt on the stone path with trembling hands, pretending to tend to a rose bush. It was just an excuse, Kanato had been in one of his moods again, ranting about broken teacups and a memory you couldn’t understand. His voice still rang in your ears, shrill and possessive. You needed air. Just a moment.

The sky above was gray. The thorns below were sharp.

You didn’t hear footsteps. Azusa never made much sound.

But then came the voice, low, soft, almost unsure of its right to exist.

“You’re… hurt.”

You startled, glancing up with wide eyes. Azusa stood just behind you, hands loose at his sides, head slightly tilted like he was studying a strange painting. His mismatched eyes trailed slowly over your figure, pausing at the faint bruise on your forearm, the tremble in your shoulders, the way you clutched your skirt like a shield.

“I’m fine,” you lied, voice barely above a whisper.

He blinked slowly. Moved a step closer.

“You’re lying… but that’s okay.”

“I lie, too.”

You looked at him then, really looked. He was pale, even in the dying light, and wore his pain like a second skin. Scars laced his hands and neck. His voice carried that eerie calm that made your heart ache, not from fear… but from recognition.

You stood, brushing dirt off your skirt. “You shouldn’t be out here. If Kanato sees you talking to me, he’ll—”

“Get angry?” Azusa finished, stepping close enough that you had to tilt your head to meet his eyes. “Let him. I don’t care about him… I care about you.”

Your breath caught.

No one said that. Not without strings. Not without twisted smiles or punishments waiting on the other side of affection.

“I’ve seen you,” he whispered. “When you cry at night. When he doesn’t look. I hear it… through the walls. And I… I wanted to hold you. Just once.”

Your throat tightened. “Why?”

Azusa’s fingers twitched at his sides. His gaze lowered to your hands.

“Because… you’re soft. You remind me of warmth. Of things I never got to keep.”

“You’re not like the others. You’re not cruel. Even when you’re hurting… you still try to be kind.”

Your eyes stung. You didn’t know if it was the words or the honesty behind them. Maybe both.

“Do you want to cry with me instead?” he asked again, this time quieter. “I won’t stop you. I’ll just… be there.”

You nodded before your mind caught up.

Azusa reached out, slowly, gently, and touched your hand. His thumb traced your knuckles, featherlight, as if he was afraid you’d vanish.

“You don’t have to be his anymore,” he said, voice soft but final. “Come with me… just for a little while.”

—————-

Days have passed since your encounter with Azusa.

Not only had your thoughts wandered what your life could’ve been with him, but your relationship with Kanato hadn’t gotten better either.

This night, you were carried up by Azusa himself, who took you to the Mukami mansion

You’re brought to Azusa’s room, and he finally gets to have what he’s dreamed about, you, in all your plush, beautiful softness.

The moment Azusa laid you on his bed, he hovered over you like something sacred. His breath was uneven, not from lust alone, but because he couldn’t believe he had you here, in his room, finally his.

His eyes drifted over you, starting at your face, your flushed cheeks, your parted lips. Then lower. They followed the deep curve of your thighs, the soft swell of your belly, the way your breasts rested full and perfect against your chest. Your robe clung to you, damp from the night air, molding to every round inch of you.

“You’re so…” Azusa whispered, voice trailing off, lips trembling.

“Soft. Warm. Real. I didn’t think anyone like you existed.”

He reached out slowly, reverently, like touching you might shatter the spell. His fingers slid over the curve of your waist, following the slope of your plush hip. He pressed his lips there, just above your skin, gentle and full of awe.

“Kanato doesn’t see you,” he murmured. “He doesn’t know how lucky he is to feel all this… to hold someone like you.”

His hands trailed lower, over your thighs, your belly, your sides. Gripping the thick softness like he needed it. Like he was drowning in it.

“I’ve dreamed of this,” he admitted, lips brushing your stomach now. “Of your body. Your softness… wrapping around me. Keeping me warm.”

You gasped when his teeth grazed your skin, not biting hard, just teasing. Just needing a taste.

“You’re not a doll,” he said roughly. “You’re soft. And I want all of you.”

He pulled the robe away, slowly, like peeling back wrapping on a gift he’d waited too long to open. When you were bare beneath him, Azusa sat back, drinking you in. His eyes were wide, mouth parted, hands twitching like he didn’t know where to touch first.

“Your thighs,” he muttered, crawling between them. “So thick. So beautiful.”

He pressed a kiss to the inside of one, then squeezed them, his hands sinking into your flesh as he groaned low in his throat.

“I want to mark them,” he whispered. “Leave fingerprints. Bites. I want everyone to know you’re mine just from the way your thighs look.”

Then he licked.

Long, slow, filthy, his tongue dragged between your folds, and your plush thighs trembled around his head. But Azusa just gripped them harder, burying his face in your warmth with a groan like he’d waited his whole life for this.

“I could stay here forever…” he mumbled, tongue teasing your clit now, lips gliding over your soaked skin. “Soft and sweet. I’m not stopping until you beg.”

And he didn’t.

Not until your legs were quivering. Not until you were gasping his name and moaning so loud the sheets curled under your fists. Not until he made you scream, and even then, he didn’t stop kissing your thighs.

“You’re shaking,” he murmured with pride. “I love when your body moves like that for me. Because of me.”

When he finally entered you, thick and throbbing, he groaned like your cunt was the only place he was ever meant to be. His hips pressed flush against yours, your stomach brushing his with every thrust, and his hands never stopped touching.

He gripped your waist as he rocked into you. He grabbed your ass, squeezed your thighs, ran his hands up over your belly, your breasts, worshiped every inch of you like a man starved.

“You feel so good,” he gasped, fucking deeper. “You were made for me. For this. You were made to be held like this… filled like this.”

When you came again, he followed, groaning your name into your ear, holding you tight as he spilled inside you, your bodies hot and sticky and full of something dangerously close to love.

“Now you smell like me,” he whispered against your skin, kissing the swell of your belly. “And no one else will ever touch this body again.”

He stayed buried in you, arms around your soft middle, lips brushing your throat as you drifted into sleep, full, trembling, and finally, undeniably his.

Your body was heavy. Boneless. Every inch of you ached with the afterglow of Azusa’s touch, your thighs still trembling, his release still warm inside you.

But it was the way he held you afterward that undid you completely.

Azusa didn’t pull away. He didn’t move from your body like he was done with you. No, he stayed inside you, slow shallow pulses of his cock still twitching, like even his body refused to let you go.

His hands were wrapped around your waist, resting over your soft stomach like it was a sacred thing. He pressed his cheek to your chest, eyes fluttered shut, breath warm against your skin.

“You feel perfect like this,” he whispered, voice soft and sleepy. “So soft… so full.”

His fingers grazed your belly, drawing lazy circles into the skin. Then down, touching the place between your thighs where he’d spilled inside you. He dipped his fingers between your folds, gathering the mixture of your cum and his, watching it trail down your thighs.

You gasped faintly at the touch, but Azusa only smiled, slow, possessive.

“It’s dripping out of you,” he murmured. “I should push it back in… You should keep it. So your body doesn’t forget me.”

Then, as if he’d said something normal, he rose slowly from the bed and brought back a warm towel. You were still dazed, your legs parted, your breath shallow, helpless under his care.

But he didn’t treat you like you were weak. He treated you like you were his.

“You don’t have to move,” Azusa said softly, kneeling between your thighs again. “Let me take care of everything. I want to clean you… touch you. Just like this.”

He wiped you gently, too gently. The towel was warm, but it was the tenderness of his hands that made your chest ache. He cleaned between your thighs, then up over your hips, your belly. He took his time, almost worshipfully, like your soft body was a canvas only he was allowed to tend to.

And then, as he dried your skin, he kissed the stretch marks on your hips. One by one.

“You’re beautiful,” he said. “Every curve, every scar… every soft part. I could kiss you forever.”

You felt the sting of tears behind your eyes. Maybe it was the tenderness. Maybe the contrast between the roughness of earlier and the way he now touched you like you were fragile.

He noticed the silence, and looked up at you.

“Does it hurt?” he asked, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Should I get you anything?”

“No,” you whispered. “It… doesn’t hurt.”

“Good,” Azusa said softly, climbing into bed beside you. “Because I don’t want to hurt you. Not like him.”

You knew who he meant. The unspoken name hovered in the air like a ghost.

“Kanato doesn’t know how to touch something soft,” Azusa murmured. “But I do.”

He pulled the covers over you both, wrapping himself around you. His face buried into the crook of your neck, arms snug around your waist, legs tangled with yours.

“Stay with me,” he whispered. “Don’t go back. I’ll never let you be cold again.”

And when you finally fell asleep in his arms, warm, sore, and strangely safe, Azusa didn’t close his eyes.

He just stared at you.

Watching the way your chest rose and fell. Listening to your breaths. Holding you tighter each time you exhaled.

Because in his mind, you weren’t just his.

You were already lost to everyone else.

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The days blurred together after Azusa took you.

Your body still ached from the bruises left by Kanato’s outbursts, the ones he’d claim were proof of love, and your mind swam in confusion. You weren’t chained or locked up at the Mukami mansion, but the illusion of freedom was paper-thin. Azusa hovered, watching your every move with those eerily calm eyes, his expression unreadable.

“You don’t… need to be afraid,” he murmured one evening as he brought you warm tea laced with honey. His fingers brushed yours, gentle, reverent, but possessive. “You were hurting. I saw it… and I couldn’t let him keep you.”

The weight of his words sat heavy in your chest. Kanato had hurt you. He screamed when you disobeyed, clung to you like a doll he couldn’t bear to share. But you were his bride. You’d agreed to be with him. And now Azusa had stolen you away from everything you knew.

Your mind spun faster when you looked at yourself in the mirror, your soft frame wrapped in a borrowed Mukami shirt, one that clung to your curves and made you feel exposed. Azusa always stared longer than necessary, not out of judgment, but fascination. He touched you like you were made of something holy and tender, always tracing over the plushness of your thighs, your belly, your chest like you were a miracle.

“You’re… perfect this way,” he whispered once, his head resting in your lap while his fingers toyed with the hem of your borrowed shirt. “So soft… so warm. I like… how you feel.”

And in moments like that, when his voice was nothing more than a low rasp against your skin, it became harder to remember the boundaries of right and wrong. Azusa made you feel wanted without demanding. Unlike Kanato, who needed you to be his. Azusa simply needed you to be.

But still… you were stolen.

Kidnapped.

And whether it was Stockholm syndrome or survival or something deeper, you couldn’t deny how your breath hitched whenever Azusa’s lips brushed your neck. Or how your body melted into his touch when he carefully unbuttoned your top, slow and reverent, like he was undoing something precious.

One night, you didn’t stop him. You let him strip you down in the candlelight, your curves on display, your thighs parting for him like it was natural. Like it was meant.

“You’re not his anymore,” Azusa whispered into your skin as he worshipped every inch of you. “You belong with me…”

And as he moved over you, his body pressed close, his voice cracking with hunger and need, you felt something shift.

But the peace didn’t last.

Three nights later, the front door of the Mukami mansion slammed open.

“Where is she?!”

That voice.

That shrill, broken fu

The slam of the door echoed through the Mukami mansion like a gunshot.

You jolted upright in bed, the blankets slipping from your bare body as footsteps pounded down the hallway, erratic, furious, haunted. Azusa was already standing near the door, calm despite the storm brewing in the air.

Then, he appeared.

Kanato.

His purple eyes were wide, manic with rage, tear-streaked and gleaming. His fingers were clenched so tightly around his beloved Teddy, it looked like he might tear the seams apart.

“You…” he breathed, trembling. “You took her. You stole my bride—MY BRIDE!”

Azusa stood between you and the storm. “You were… hurting her,” he said flatly, his voice calm but resolute. “She didn’t belong to you… not like that.”

Kanato let out a broken, feral laugh. “You think you can decide that?! She’s mine!” His voice cracked as he stormed forward, Teddy falling to the floor with a soft thud. “She promised herself to me, I gave her everything!”

“I gave her peace…” Azusa muttered. “I didn’t make her cry… every night.”

“Shut up!!” Kanato shrieked, lunging.

The fight was brutal.

Kanato was frenzied, unpredictable, scratching and biting like a feral creature. Azusa fought back with quiet intensity, absorbing the blows, wincing, but never backing down. The sound of fists colliding, grunts of pain, and a shattered vase filled the room.

And you, helpless, watched it unfold, heart tearing down the middle.

You loved Kanato. The intensity, the passion, the way he clung to you like you were the only light in his world.

But you loved Azusa too. The gentleness. The calm. The way he touched you like you were sacred.

Blood smeared the floor. Azusa’s lip was split. Kanato had a gash across his cheek.

Both were panting, furious.

Then Azusa turned to you, gaze soft. “If you want me to stay… I’ll fight again. But if your heart still beats for him…” He didn’t finish the sentence.

You opened your mouth, but the words died in your throat. You couldn’t say itC not yet. Not without breaking the other.

Azusa swallowed, pain flickering in his eyes. “I understand…” he whispered. And just like that, he walked out, leaving behind nothing but silence and the scent of dried blood.

Kanato stood there, chest heaving, lips curled into a trembling smile. He turned to you, slowly, like a shadow stretching across the floor.

“You… stayed,” he whispered. “You chose me… didn’t you?”

Your voice barely worked. “I…”

That was enough.

He lunged forward and pulled you into him, feverish and trembling, his hands gripping your soft waist like he was afraid you’d vanish again.

“You’re mine,” Kanato murmured, kissing your neck, wet, biting kisses trailing down to your shoulder. “Mine… mine… I won’t let anyone touch you again.”

His hands roamed your plush body, groaning at the feeling of your softness under his fingers. “You’re perfect… the way you are,” he moaned, pressing you back into the bed, his eyes wild with lust and need. “I’m going to remind you who you belong to. Again and again… until you never forget.”

You shivered beneath him, unsure if the trembling in your chest was fear or excitement, or both.

Because even now, even with the blood drying on his skin, Kanato’s kisses were the only thing that made your heart race like this.

And tonight… he wouldn’t be gentle.

“You like this,” he whispered again, dragging his fingers slowly down the soft swell of your belly, watching how your skin gave beneath his touch. “You missed this… didn’t you? My hands… my voice… my love.”

He exhaled shakily, and you felt the tremble in his grip as he gripped your plush thighs, spreading them open with a near-reverent force. His eyes locked on your core, barely covered by the damp lace of your underwear. He let out a broken moan, face flushed, lips parted.

“I hate that he touched you here,” Kanato hissed, leaning in. His tongue darted out to lick over the curve of your inner thigh, then bite it, just hard enough to make you whimper. “Only I get to taste you.”

He moved slowly at first, lifting your hips and sliding your underwear off with painfully deliberate care. As he did, his breath hitched at the way your thighs jiggled, at the warmth between them. “You’re so soft… I want to drown in you.”

Kanato pressed open-mouthed kisses along your inner thighs, licking and sucking every inch, leaving a trail of bruises and spit until he reached your core. His fingers spread your folds, and he groaned like he was unwrapping a forbidden gift.

“You’re already wet for me. You still want me, even after he took you. You’re mine,” he murmured, voice cracking into something manic and raw. “You were always mine.”

His mouth latched onto your clit, and you cried out, hips jerking, his tongue was greedy, sloppy, obsessed with making you squirm. His fingers gripped into the fat of your thighs, holding you still with bruising force as he sucked harder, faster, groaning against your heat.

Your hands found his hair, tangling in the curls as he worked you over like a man possessed.

“Say it,” he demanded between licks, his voice muffled and feral. “Say you’re mine. Say you love me, not him.”

“Kanato—ah—!” you moaned, your back arching as your thighs quivered under his grip.

“Say it!”

“I’m yours!” you gasped. “Yours—only yours!”

Something in him snapped, his head lifted, lips shiny with your slick, pupils blown wide. He crawled up your body, dragging his erection along your slick folds until he was pressed against your entrance.

“You’re going to take me,” he whispered, voice hoarse and trembling. “You’re going to let me ruin you. Over and over… until no one else could ever make you feel this way.”

He slid in slow at first, inch by inch, watching the way your walls stretched to take him. The way your plush body wrapped around him, it drove him wild. His mouth fell open in a silent moan as he bottomed out, his hips twitching from the feeling of your heat.

“So tight… so good,” he panted, dropping his forehead to yours. “You’re mine. Mine mine mine mine mine—”

His rhythm started slow, deep strokes that filled you to the brim, until his pace grew desperate, uncontrolled. He rutted into you like a man on the edge of madness, your thighs jiggling with every thrust, your breasts bouncing as he rocked you into the bed.

He kissed you again, hungrily, tongue claiming your mouth while his hips pounded into you like he was trying to erase every trace Azusa left.

You moaned his name, again and again, and he gripped your hand, threading your fingers together above your head, pinning you there.

“I’ll make you forget him,” he whispered, voice cracking into something soft, broken, needy. “You’ll only think of me.”

Your orgasm hit like a wave, sharp, intense, curling through you as Kanato bit your neck, groaning your name like a prayer. He followed a few thrusts later, burying himself deep as he spilled inside you, crying softly into your shoulder.

“I love you,” he whispered. “Even if it hurts. Even if it’s wrong. I’ll never let you go again.”

And in the silence that followed, bodies slick with sweat, limbs tangled, you weren’t sure if you felt guilt or relief.

But for now… you were his again.

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snake-snacc · 5 months ago

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A midnight wedding

Kanato Sakamaki x Reader

One-shot

Tags: Kanato x reader, possessive Kanato, forced marriage, sfw

Summary: You wake up to Kanato’s secretly arranged wedding. He insists on you charing vows so you can be together forever

The first thing you noticed was the scent of candle wax and roses. The thick aroma clung to the air, drowning out everything else. The second thing you noticed was the fabric wrapped around your body, soft, delicate, and unfamiliar.

You blinked, your vision adjusting to the dim candlelight. A large mirror stood before you, reflecting an image that made your breath hitch.

You were dressed in white.

An elegant lace gown draped over your form, intricate embroidery shimmering in the low light. A thin veil cascaded down your shoulders, blending into the darkness behind you. Your fingers trembled as you touched the fabric. When had this happened?

A voice broke through the haze.

“You look beautiful.”

Kanato.

You turned sharply, finding him standing a few steps away, a delighted smile curling his lips. He was dressed differently than usual, his usual childish frills replaced with something more formal. A deep violet suit, dark lace at the cuffs, and a black ribbon around his throat. In his arms, he cradled Teddy, who was dressed in a miniature version of the same attire.

Your heart pounded. “Kanato… what is this?”

His eyes widened, almost offended by your question. “Isn’t it obvious?” He took a slow step closer. “It’s our wedding, of course.”

Your stomach twisted.

“Wedding?” Your voice was barely above a whisper.

Kanato hummed, pleased by your reaction. “Yes. It’s the perfect night, don’t you think? The moon is full, the air is sweet… and you’re finally ready.” His expression softened into something almost tender, but the glint in his eyes was far from gentle.

You swallowed hard. “Ready for what?”

“To be mine forever.”

The words sent a shiver down your spine.

Kanato reached for your hand, his grip firm, fingers cold. “You should be grateful,” he continued. “Not everyone gets to have such a beautiful ceremony. I even prepared vows.”

Your pulse quickened as he pulled you toward the altar, an elaborate setup in the middle of his candle-lit bedroom. A small, ornate table held a bouquet of wilted roses and a pair of old, silver rings. The sight of them made your throat dry.

“Kanato,” you started, trying to keep your voice calm. “A wedding is supposed to be between two willing people.”

His fingers twitched against yours.

“But you are willing,” he said sweetly. “Aren’t you?”

You hesitated.

That was a mistake.

Kanato’s smile faded, his grip tightening painfully around your fingers. His gaze darkened, lips curling downward in displeasure. Teddy dangled limply from his other arm, his head tilting unnaturally.

“I see,” Kanato murmured, his voice deceptively soft. “You’re trying to ruin this, aren’t you?”

Your breath caught. “No, I—”

“I worked so hard to make this perfect.” His voice wavered, laced with something fragile, something dangerous. “And yet… you hesitate?”

Tension crackled between you, suffocating and thick.

You had two choices, resist and risk his wrath… or play along.

Your mind raced.

Kanato was unpredictable, his moods shifting like the flickering candle flames around you. If you refused, he could turn violent. If you agreed… perhaps you could buy yourself time.

Slowly, you forced a smile. “I wasn’t hesitating,” you lied smoothly. “I was just… surprised.”

Kanato blinked, his grip loosening just slightly.

“Surprised?” he echoed.

You nodded. “It’s all so beautiful… I didn’t expect something so grand.”

A long pause. Then—

A giggle.

Kanato’s lips curled back into a pleased smile, and he clutched Teddy closer to his chest. “Oh? You think so?” His previous irritation melted into delight, his violet eyes gleaming.

You nodded again, trying not to let your relief show.

Kanato twirled on his heel, his mood shifting as if nothing had happened. “Then let’s begin, shall we?”

He held out a ring, an old, tarnished thing, but the way he looked at it made it seem like the most valuable treasure in the world. He grabbed your hand, sliding the metal onto your finger. It was cold, the weight of it heavier than it should have been.

Your heart pounded as Kanato beamed. “Now, we just need the final part…”

You swallowed. “Final part?”

Kanato giggled, his eyes gleaming.

“The kiss, of course.”

Before you could react, he pulled you forward, his lips pressing against yours in a chillingly sweet yet forceful kiss. His grip tightened around your wrist, ensuring you couldn’t pull away, not that he would ever let you.

When he finally parted, his smile was almost angelic.

“There,” he whispered. “Now, you belong to me forever.”

Your breath trembled, the weight of his words sinking deep into your bones.

Forever.

And the worst part?

You knew he meant it.

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snake-snacc · 5 months ago

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would you trust azusa with a s/o whose mental health is just as bad, maybe worse?

↪ Notes — Hello! Thanks for your ask!♡ I had a little struggle thinking about this because there could be multiple ways, but I went with the most common way I think it would be.

↪ Fandom — Diabolik Lovers | Azusa Mukami

↪ Words — 376

English isn't my first language—

I think directly trusting, not really. Even tho he has problems himself and could take a certain unterstanding to the situation of his s/o I think he wouldn't or couldn't be much of a help. The way he deals with his problems, traumas and issues is not healthy and he doesn't see that as a problem itself. His way of thinking sometimes is more complicated then it needs to be, or way to specific to get a hold of it.

(Example: In his More Blood Route he likes the way Yui compliments his way of wrapping bandages, and because he likes the praise and wants to hear it again, he wants to stab Yui with a knife, so he can bandage her more. | He catches her after Kanato “pushed” her down the stairs and after she praises and thanks him for that, he throws her in the air to catch her again– she falls down the stairs)

Azusa would “understand” that his s/o has mental problem, would notice them, but I think he most likey would try to handle them the same way he does with his own. And that can easily result in making the mental state worse or creating a false feeling of being healthy.

On the other side, Azusa gets actually pretty “angry”/mean, when someone insulted Yui in the Games or talked bad about her, so maybe if his s/o would always talk bad about themself he would try to make clear to them, that there is nothing bad about them in his eyes. In his eyes they are perfect no matter how many flaws they think they have.

He DEFINITELY would be able to make his s/o not feel bad about their mental health, and make them feel like it is absolutely fine to be the way they are – Which is! It's okay to have mental health problems and no one should be ashamed because of them, it's more of the “How you deal and handle them”. And that would be the point at Azusas way. He makes clear it is okay to be this way, but handling them the way he would tell his s/o to do it, would probably result in a worse state.

#diabolik lovers #diabolik lovers fandom #dialovers #azusa mukami #diabolik lovers azusa

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snake-snacc · 5 months ago

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Yayy, saw you take prompts for Azusa.

How would he deal with a bride who is absolutely obsessed with him and sticks around him all the time? But also does not stop him from his self harming tendencies.

What would the other Mukamis think?

↪ Notes — Hello!~ I read that request and automatically started thinking about it and had my thoughts! So I hope this is to your liking 💙 Sorry if some sentences are nonsense or doubled I wrote all my thoughts down-

↪ Fandom — Diabolik Lovers | Azusa Mukami

↪ Words — 877

↪ Content Warning — Self harm

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Azusa is someone who would enjoy the company. Having someone around is actually really calming for him. Someone, the bride nonetheless, following him around everywhere he goes and obsessing over him makes him feel somewhere loved. Special. It helps with the voice inside his head that tells him that he is not worthy of affection or worth, for someone.

So hearing those footsteps behind him makes him smile. Seeing them beside him or just knowing they will be around right at the start of the night, gives him inner peace.

Azusa gets used to having a second shadow not that fast because at first it will seem off for him. Why would someone choose to be around him all the time? Why him of all people? But he won't be annoyed by it. With the time he will get used to it and will look forward to it. At some point he will get so used to it, that if they are not there because they are at the toilet or needed to get something, he will start to look around for them. Like something is missing.

He will quickly try to get them into his own hobbies and tendencies to feel even closer with them. And because they are already following around, listening to anything he says and even making notes on the smallest things he does, he is pretty sure they will enjoy what he likes.

The fact that the obsession includes knowing exactly how to make his favourite food, at what time he tends to wake up, what his first thing in the morning will be, where he stores everything and knowing every little detail of the stories he told, has a strong hold on him. Never did someone show that much interest in him and made him feel that worth of being “alive”. It doesn't matter how often he tells a story, he knows they will listen to it again and again, maybe even add a detail he forgot to mention.

It makes him feel seen. Understood. Sometimes he will get so lost in that feeling that he won't speak a whole day with his brothers.

Even tho he was sure they would love every part of him, there still was that little voice that made him nervous about introducing Christina, Melissa and Justin to them. What if they would go away suddenly?

To his luck it didn't happen. Seeing how their face would look softly at him while he talks about his friends and even while cutting his skin open, was new. His brothers would scold him for it or even say he should stop. So seeing that calm and almost happy face made him happy. He could share his love in the way he wants, in the way he thinks it is perfect. Having them touch his cut arm and trace their fingers through the running blood always makes him shiver and fall even deeper in that hole.

He would love to give the same treatment to them, show them how pleasurable the pain can be and all that, and he will try multiple times. But also would be fine with them just watching him do it to himself or even doing it themself to him.

At first the others are a little confused, maybe not really trusting the bride.

Ruki has some suspicion that they will try to take advantage of Azusa, but thinks that he is actually old and clever enough to not get into some trap like that. As it goes on he will start to have a feeling of happiness for his brother, because he found someone that seems to really like him with all his flaws. But Ruki will not be happy about the fact that this relationship is not helpful for the self harm. He will talk to the bride multiple times about that topic and try to convince them to make Azusa stop doing it.

Yuma has mixed feelings. On one side he is actually happy, on the other side he doesn't really understand it. He knows that Azusa can be a handful and if he wouldn't watch out for him the boy wouldn't even eat properly, so why would someone like the bride choose him? Watching as the situation develops he kinda gets annoyed by it. The following Azusa around is starting to piss him off and even when he states directly that this is getting out of hand, he thinks he talks against walls. In the end he tries to ignore it.

Kou would make fun at the beginning. Nagging the bride about choosing Azusa and they should be careful and all that. More in a joking way. The moment he realises that they are actually obsessed with his brother he will stop that. He could only imagine how hard it is for Azusa to find someone that loves him like he is, so he is happy about that. Sometimes he will tease the two about wedding stuff and all that. For the not stopping self harm he started to look away. He knows that explaining Azusa that's not what his brothers want for him is useless and when the bride won't do anything against it, it will be even more useless.

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