#Kanato imagine

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diabolik lovers (I don’t mind who) with a reader who doesn’t get phased with shit, don’t get me wrong they have a personality but like you could annoy them for hours and they wouldn’t care

I do this with Kanato.

Kanato Sakamaki

Well, this would be interesting.

God has given you patience, which you really need if you are going to be with Kanato.

Kanato would get nervous about really small things.

It would be good if you had stamina with him.

Being provoked would not be a good thing.

Kanato would love you.

But he really wouldn't be good at expressing it.

Besides that, Kanato would surely be jealous.

Stay away from his brothers.

They brothers would definitely try to annoy you.

Because your annoyance annoys Kanato.

Especially Ayato would do that.

Ayato would also be disappointed when his plans didn't work.

Your calmness would also have other benefits.

You would be able to calm Kanato down if necessary.

This would be a skill that many people don't really have.

Reiji's nerves will thank you

[uusercatt367]

Drew this during a 4 hour break 👹

[failing-to-write-again]

The sakamaki finds their self staring at their S/O baby/kids photos or maybe vice Vera, pick you’re favourite!

BABY PICTURES!!!

I'm picking both because I'm an indecisive lil'bitch, so this is part 1 with the Sakamakis seeing you as children. This took way longer than expected but I got bad writers block with Kanato, Laito, and Ayato in particular.

Part 2

TW: Some mildly degrading language, it comes with the DL terrotory, Laito calls reader a whore once.

Shu Sakamaki

Perhaps if you were less tired you would have heard the door creak open or felt the hallway's light hitting your eyes as he entered your room. While not requiring heat, it was a luxury Shu enjoyed indulging in it and you tended to give the best reactions to his cold fingers waking you.

This time though you looked exhausted, a long exam season having drained you more than he would have thought. Besides, it would be funniest if you had the energy to react well. So for now he was intent on joining you in dreamland. That was until his eyes strayed to your vanity where a book lay half open. A clearer look showed a small child grinning up at him, and the note "Sweet Pea's first contest" was scrawled on a slip of paper attached to the bottom left corner.

You were sat beside an older girl both in tutus your hair adorned with with a delicate tiara complimenting your light pink, glittery costume. It looked like you were matching the older girl who was dressed in the more traditional sugar plum fairy outfit. Flicking through the book it looked like you must still be a ballerina, he especially loved your first point shoe photo, you were beaming at yourself in a mirror while standing holding the bar.

The last photo was dated as being almost a year ago, you were stunning. On stage front and center leg held high being supported by your partner as you stared dainty upwards to the side, ironically you were also a sugar plum fairy. Except there was something much more ethereal compared to the first picture he saw, you must have been some prodigy to look this way. The spotlight had all of you glowing, the layers of tulle and jewels only accentuating your glow rather than causing it.

You also had a photo with a young girl after the show, a change in generations perhaps? But, you didn't look as happy. There was the arm of a man in the frame slightly, wearing some robe similar to Yui's dad. Flicking between the first and last photo there was a clear difference between your smile reaching your eyes. You looked so hollow compared to your younger self.

The noise of you stirring slightly and turning over is what brings him back to reality, looking at you now it would be a lie to say he ever saw you smile the way you do in these photos, a beaming toothy grin in an expression he could only call personified sunshine. Now, none of that was visible. What little joy was left in that photo of you and the child had been eradicated. You were paler, and more gaunt due to constant blood draining. You had bags heavy under your eyes and knots in your hair. Punctures littered your neck, painful angry marks unhealed and just left there to further your pain.

He never asked about your hobbies or life before the manor, he knew very little about your past what he had seen while at your least intruding to try minimize the harm his brother, no he was causing. He didn't like this feeling, a rolling unsettling feeling in his stomach. He couldn't look at you as he slunk away.

Reiji Sakamaki

"Seriously, must you be so rude to delay all of our journey home."

Pushing open the doors to the school library he met the sight of your head against a book out cold. Walking closer it was clear you had been studying for some time, a mixture of notes and books laid around you. Tutting, Reiji brushed some pencil shavings away noticing the golden chain wrapped around your fingers a small heart nestled in your palm.

Turning it over it fell open to reveal two halves, one empty the other revealing a young girl in the lap of two people, their heads were out of the frame. Picking up the locket to more closely examine it, the girl was holding a teddy bear with a big red bow matching the red dress she was in.

"They took that picture before they sent me off to the church"

"What?"

Turning his head back to face her, she had sat up and wiped her eyes. Resting her head in her hand and looking at his hand with some far away look in her eyes.

"The church that supplies your sacrifices, cults are always going to exist but yours is less popular than you know. So they trick people or offer to buy their children flat out. Some of the girls had seen their parents trying to get them back, tricked into believing the church was a boarding school. I'm not sure what mine believed, I never saw them again. I don't have any other pictures of them."

"You don't believe in the Church? Yui seems rather devoted still, I know how you humans work and-"

"Yui was raised in the Church by a leading priest who at least pretended to love her, I was shipped off and locked in a building raised to be killed. If you want to view the world as one dimensional, I'd like to remind you that it goes both ways. So I know you vampires are so incapable of managing yourselves you lose all decorum when blood is involved and have seemingly failed to learn how to wipe your mouth." She was sneering, evidently it was harder to hold her tongue freshly woken up. All he could focus on was the swirling pain in your eyes, it was the closest he'd ever seen her get to tears, it took him aback.

The silence seemed to only further solidify your upset, shaking your head and grabbing the locket and your bag before walking out of the library. Reiji hung back for a moment, almost reflective before turning back to the table. The notes were insightful, she had interacted with the material rather than the girls in the school that begged him for help. He had to wonder if perhaps he was using a less than adequate sample population...

Walking out to return to the limo he had to begin considering appropriate response to this outburst.

Ayato Sakamaki

"Yo, you better hurry up Ore-sama waits for no-one!"

"I'm showering, you're the one that came into my room." Scowling the red head dropped down onto your bed only to feel something poking him. Lifting the mattress revealed a flat tin box you had hidden suspiciously. Nosey as he is, he immediately opened the box to be faced with a collection of different photos. Some were of you in some school uniform with some friends, you look around 13 in some of them. Other, newer, photos have you in some brick building with those other girls, as well as some of the previous brides, some wore crosses similar to Yui's but you weren't. You were sat on a window ledge a small cupcake in your lap with those other brides living here, your eyes had that same hollow look you get when he insults you. The worse one though was a picture of you as a toddler, sat on a woman's lap with a tiny paper hat on your head. You were grinning in front of a cake lit up with 3 candles.

How dare you. Being so happy and hiding these expressions from him but showing them to other people. As this is crossing his mind he hears the door creaking open as you enter still drying your hair before freezing.

"How did you get that." You were trembling, eyes fixed on the box still in his lap.

"How dare you hide things for Ore-sama! You are mine nobody else's you have to give me everything. And this," He held up the box, shaking it to punctuate his words. "This is proof you are hiding things from yours truly!"

Tossing the box into the fire in a fit of rage, watching you cry as you try to save some of the photos. He eventually pulled you away, drinking you near faint and watching as you stumble trying to run away when he let you go. Watching as the flames slowly cause the photos to curl in on your small round face while you wait to blow out your candles. As well as listening as you sobbed just outside the door.

Kanato Sakamaki

Kanato had demanded to see what was in your suitcase the moment you had passed the doors into this hellhole. Thankfully Reiji had insisted that it was improper and due to his short attention span the purple haired menace had mostly forgotten. As weeks passed it had completely slipped your mind as you were far too preoccupied trying not to die. While walking through the halls of the manor back to your room after school your mind drifted to Kanato's bizarre behavior.

Kanato, for some reason, followed you around more than the other girls here, you were unsure how to feel about him all in all. He had moments where he was incredibly sweet and nice only to change in an instance with no predictability into screaming, violent rages. He was bad news, with no motivation or willingness to try change or improve you had to live in constant tension over what mood he'd be in. No better example came to mind that what you faced upon opening your door.

Kanato sat at the foot of your bed, your suitcase open and a scattered collection of pictures of you around them. Your heart was in your throat, unable to see his face to know how to act or run. Your hands were clammy, those photos were important to you and while you wouldn't mind showing people Kanato was ultimately a risk, he could rip them up or hurt you for having them.

"Hey, you were a cute child strawberry." Kanato was half facing you now, focusing on the picture in his hand you in a princess bouncy castle at your cousin's 5th birthday. You loved that one, you had dressed up as Rapunzel, you had a lilac tea dress on and your mother had bought fake hair to braid in with yours to extend its length. Gently stepping closer you explained this to Kanato, and about her being your favorite as a child.

"You can sit closer, I want you to tell me more." He didn't sound angry, rare for when he made demands. and you want it to stay that way. Sitting closer he also shifts to have his right knee brushing your leg as he sat crossed legged. He had his arm holding himself up behind you. Sitting in that pose, if it weren't for the clothes, he looks like a normal teenager.

He kept you there for over an hour it felt good to get to talk about your life before being a sacrifice. It was the longest you had ever seen him lucid. You eventually nod off, vaguely comprehending fingers slowly running through your hair and a blanket being draped around you.

Laito Sakamaki

Laito strikes a balance between crazy and insane that while still very much not sane, he's better at hiding it. For the past few months while here you've seen him slowly tailor his behavior to somewhat better suit you. While still a complete perv, once he realized his attempts at flirting didn't work he changed tactics, a few times, until there was this uneasy understanding between you both. You weren't friends or anything but his worst behaviors were saved for when he was hungry for the most part, other than that he was mostly just an annoyance. An annoyance currently not letting you take your time with the Sunday crossword. "8 across is isthmi, strip of land connecting two large areas separated by a body of water."

"I knew that."

"Is that why you took so long to write it down?" I could only glare as he sat there one hand holding up his head on the opposite end of the sofa. Chewing my cheek to stop a sly remark I twirled my pen before filling in the answer. It's been a few days since he's drank, too many smart remarks could have bad results.

Between answering hints that I was taking too long to figure out, Laito was playing with the other pages of the newspaper, folding them into aeroplanes to send across the room. Fiddling with one of his most recent planes absentmindedly, he began to speak.

"The real question is why do you do these crosswords when you're so bad at them." He was grinning as he looked up to see my reaction. However, unlike my normal remarks my face must've fallen because he looked incredibly confused.

"Oh? Strike a nerve little whore?~" He was all but purring, reveling in getting under my skin so effectively. All I could do in response is shake my head turning back to try focus on the crossword. About a minute of silence passed of pretending to focus on the page. Suddenly feeling breath near the back of my ear I flinch turning to see him hovering above me, arm on the headrest behind me and his other on the armrest caging me in. Panicking my breathing picked up as I tried to ensure as much distance between me and him as possible.

"Pictures," he mumbled. "The answer is pictures 4 down, you're not that bad...what are you thinking." He was staring straight at me, seeing straight through me. He reached back to his pocket before placing a familiar photo in front of me, the old crease down the center where I folded it in half to fit in my old uniform. It was a photo from the dormitories, I was 5 working on a crossword page torn from the paper while the older girls in the room were reading the paper and the younger ones played.

"I found it when going through your stuff to see what could be returned to you, can't have cellphones or anything useful for escape. Only to find this, some of those other girls are in the photo and just like every Sunday you ripped out the crossword page. Why?"

I didn't like this Laito, when he was just as sharp as his older brother's and not as easy to placate as the other two triplets. This Laito, who has now left me to share things I would've much rather keep private.

"Nowadays, the Church operates as a boarding school to draw in brides. You get there and you are cut off from the outside world, they tell us the girls run away when they're sent here. They wouldn't give us any real information, too many heretics in the world." Picking at the frayed edges of my hoodie's arm, I took a deep breath before continuing on. "I told the matron I liked crosswords, she did the weekly Sudoku, so since I was young I knew she thought I wouldn't break any rules. I would tear out the crossword page to do while the older girls read the paper to collect any news on disappearances and just on the greater world in general. I would return the paper and say I tore out the crossword to keep to see how my timing improved. Now it's just a habit that paper will never say anything about us or anything that can help right."

I saw him sit back out of the corner of my eye. Readying myself to be bitten or mocked I kept looking down.

"You still stick your tongue out when you focus, its cute."

Before I could even look up he was gone.

Subaru Sakamaki

Out of all the Sakamaki brothers, Subaru was by far the safest. His anger was predictable and mostly posed a risk to furniture over you, even his bites were gentle and so long as he didn't rush off he would seal the wound with what you had dubbed 'nasty healing spit'. So when he unofficial began acting as your bodyguard you didn't complain, or even acknowledge it out of fear he would stop and leave you to the bats.

The new routine was by far the most peaceful you had experienced in some time. You ate your breakfast on your balcony watching the sunset before the white haired shadow took his place brooding nearby. This 'morning' was no different, you set eating your breakfast as you looked through a small pile of photos that the computer club had salvaged from the remnants of your phone. As the sky faded from orange, to purple, to the dark blue of summer nights and stars began to appear in the sky you sat back, eying the door waiting for his appearance.

Your door opened, his figure being somewhat visible through the sheer curtains as he yawned. Once he pulled the curtain back to step outside he scowled seeing you waiting, but when did he not? He silently placed himself leaning against the door frame while you remained seated.

"You can sit closer you know. I don't bite, promise!" Grinning up at Subaru while his scowl worsened.

"You aren't going to last long if you have that attitude stupid."

"I thought we had an agreement, most liars don't call themselves liars."

"I'm a vampire, you shouldn't be so careless if you value your life."

Sighing and turning back to your pictures, you both continued to sit in silence. It took 5 minutes for Subaru to give in and move closer. You were still going through the photos not acknowledging his movement. If there's anything you've learnt it's that if you ever point out Subaru's behavior he runs away, ironic for such a fearsome creature. After he had some time to work up the courage he pointed to one in your hand.

"Who's that?"

The photo was of you wearing some roller skates at a roller disco party, you were 7 or 8. Your wrists covered in sparkly wrist bands and plasters covering your knees and palms from how much you had slipped practicing to avoid embarrassment.

"It's me at one of my friend's birthday party, About a year after this I first got sent to this boarding school linked to the Church. After a few years I was cut off from everyone and sent here. That was the last time I saw her actually, she moved away."

The albino nodded in understanding before once again entering into a lapse of silence. He kept looking back to that photo while you organized the rest of the pile, wrapping the photos in a piece of paper to prevent any sun or dust damage. Standing back up and collecting your belongings you looked to him expectantly. However, he just continued to stare off into the distance.

Weighing up your options and how much you currently valued your life, you leaned down to tap his shoulder. Aside from a minor jolt he seemed more receptive to you. Passing over the photo you were smiling.

"I don't want to look at this it makes me sad, but it seemed to catch your attention to here."

[cozymoko]

plz make a part two of your Yandere Diabolik lovers x sister reader were yui discovers reader

THE SECRET SAKAMAKI pt. 2

Note: Of course, of course!

Btw; I had to stop this at some point before I lost all my sanity. I will update later.

Part one! synopsis: Yui finally meets the only sister of the Sakamaki family who has been hidden away by her brothers. This but part two.

Format: Scenario; 3rd person and 1st person (some)

Word Count: ???

WARNING(S): slight platonic yandere themes.

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Please proceed below the cut.

CREAAKKK—!

An unpleasant sound tore through the air, loud and haste. “Oh, it seems they’ve returned,” [Name] sighs, slowly rising to her feet. “Come now, there’s no need to keep them waiting, is there?” Her words came off as more of a demand than an inquiry. Even so, it was not Yui’s place to refuse her.

The walk was short, but to Yui, it felt much longer. She struggled to keep up with the strong strides of the woman in front of her, as they were brisk and confident. Despite just barely looming over her (and her rococo dress), Yui had nearly slipped countless times. Oh, how embarrassing!

[Name] paid no mind to the trembling girl at her side, nor the thin layer of sweat sandwiched between their palms (thanks Yui). Her sleek pumps served as the perfect distraction for the eerie silence that fell between the two of them, and so did the audience so joyfully awaiting their arrival. Well, Yui's arrival.

A loud huff escaped the woman’s lips, for they had finally reached the end of the hallway. Excitement surged through the vampire’s veins like an unhinged drug, slowly eating away at her polite front. And with one swift motion, her palms collided with one another, their sound commanding the attention of the brothers.

“Boys, it’s been a while, hasn’t it?” She smiled.

Their reactions were rather strange, to say the least.

That's if they had one.

For what felt like the first time in history the boys were silent, like mice. Various of emotions were brewing amongst them, yet very few of them made it to their faces. Once growing bored of the silence, Laito let out a low whistle before shoving his hands in his pockets.

“Well this is definitely a surprise. Who would've thought the two of you would meet this soon~?”

“What is the meaning of this?” Reiji pushed Laito aside with a dismissive hand, gazing intently between the two girls before him. His lean arms tightly crossed along the front of his chest, waiting expectedly for a response.

Despite being at the mercy of the second eldest, Yui could not help but allow her mind to foolishly drift to the conversation she shared much earlier with the beautiful woman. [Name] Sakamaki, the one who'd seem to hold all the truths of this wretched place...

⠀⠀⠀⠀“Why do you continue to waste your time with them, with that disgrace?” Reiji had often asked me in our youth. Though we’re all related under that man, solely Reji, Shu, and I shared the same mother. Thus, we were arguably the closest.

⠀⠀⠀⠀As a child, Shu cared very little about being the heir, that much we knew. But my mother, Beatrice, wasn’t very pleased. The thought of the three of us not surpassing the others pained her greatly, and I often suffered for Shu’s defiance. I suppose Reiji took note of that.

⠀⠀⠀⠀That day, he took my hands in his own. “If you stick by me we can surpass them all,” He lamented, tucking a loose strand of hair away from my eyes. At that time, that was the most passionate I’d seen him. “We will no longer be overlooked, we can be together. So Won’t you join me?”

⠀⠀⠀⠀The offer was tempting, but my answer remained the same; “No,” in the end. I knew, his motivates had very little virtue. Seeking validation at the demise of out own flesh and blood.

⠀⠀⠀⠀Reiji’s proposal was driven by resentment and envy. That I could not condone.

The clearing of Reiji's throat brought the girl back to reality. From the looks of it, his patience had been wearing incredibly thin. Poor girl, thinking everyone will help her in life. With a woman so well-spoken at her side she must've expected her to take the lead. How foolish!

Glancing to her side, Yui's eyes widened; frightened and in utter bewilderment. The woman she had met merely hours ago was watching her, also waiting for the mortal's response. She alone could get away with being silent, but Yui could not.

Angst had begun to well up in her stomach in the form of warm bile. Her lips drew into a taut line, swallowing her anxiousness as well as she could. Even so, that was not enough. Sensing its arrival, the girls was quick to place a hand over her mouth. Further and further it crawled; closer and closer it drew.

But of course, someone came to her ‘rescue’.

“I'm also curious~!” Laito chimed, that same sing-song playfulness was laced in his tone. Yet there was some malice lying deep beneath it. “You just had to go and stick your nose in other peoples’ business didn’t ya, little bitch? I warned you already, too; what a shame~!”

His eyes flashed a quick tint of red, narrowing ever so slightly. Laito circled the girl, who's expression mimicked that of a caged mammal. It was a laughable sight, her anguish and fear. And to some, Laito's disdain may have been far more entertaining. However, [Name] knew better than to let this go on for much longer.

In one swift motion, [Name] had swept the mortal to her side, successfully out of her brother’s grasp. In her eyes, it was just an accident waiting to happen. That look in his eyes was one she'd been well acquainted with from a young age.

⠀⠀⠀⠀Now Laito is an interesting one. He wasn’t unbearable, that I can admit. There was just a bit of clinginess and I suppose he was a bit selfish at times. Nonethenless, I loved spending my time with him, there was never a dull moment.

⠀⠀⠀⠀That was in the beginning.

⠀⠀⠀⠀“It’s okay, [Name], don't cry!”  Laito had been quick to comfort me, rubbing comforting circles into my back. “I hate to see you like this but it's your fault.” He scolded me very often.

⠀⠀⠀⠀As we were approaching our “teenage years”, his behavior had become rather bizarre. All my friends at the time, male or female, had begun to disappear: one by one. I remember running home and sobbing to my brothers, asking what was wrong with me. What had I done wrong? But no amount of coddling could cease my sorrows. But one things for sure. That boy is surely Cordelia’s son, for they manipulate all the same.

⠀⠀⠀⠀“The world is filled with ugly people who want to take you from those who love and care about you as I do. Now, come with big brother. Let's get you cleaned up, you’ve stained your new dress~!”

⠀⠀⠀⠀It was evident, my naivety at the time. My mother had regarded me as a fool for lacking better judgment for the words of others. Looking back on it, I suppose that witch was right about something. Laito had successfully filled my head with lies, leading my dependency to increase tenfold.

⠀⠀⠀⠀Hah, what a bastard. Yet I cannot bring myself to hate him despite his actions. Perhaps it's due to his upbringing? The abuse he went through in comparison to mine? Hm, what do you think Yui?

A sharp pain shot through the hip of the mortal girl, the connection of another one, pulling her from her thoughts once more. “No need to punish this one, I quite like her.” [Name] cooed, rubbing her cheek against Yui’s. “It’s been so long since I've last talked to a girl my age. Can’t you just let me enjoy this opportunity?”

Though your question came off as more of a statement, it had somehow managed to detear him. You in no way needed their approval to do as you pleased, but seeing as the sacrificial bride already knows of your existence, what's the harm in roaming around a bit?

Reiji’s face contorted in pure disgust, “Absolutely not—”

“Hah- Pancake? Why her?” The redhead threw his arms up in exasperation, he was baffled rightfully so. “Man, and here I thought Kanato would be the most annoying bastard I’d have to deal with.”

Reiji didn't look pleased in the slightest at the interruption, as hypocritical as it is. Yet he kept his lips sealed. His mood had visibly soured, and by the looks of it he's not the only one.

⠀⠀⠀⠀I swore those two would’ve killed one another if not for my interference. They absolutely loathed the idea of sharing me, let alone my time. Somehow that had not been Ayato’s biggest issue. I’m sure you’re not very surprised.

⠀⠀⠀⠀No matter what we did or the few events Father took us to, Ayato always had to be the best. Initially, I thought it’d be for Cordelia’s approval but I couldn’t be more incorrect. He wanted me to see him, see the success he displayed.

⠀⠀⠀⠀Regardless, of how much I congratulated him, he wanted more. His stunts became more extreme. His motives were no longer crystal clear. There were times I found him antagonizing his brothers in hopes that I would scold him.

⠀⠀⠀⠀Thankfully, he managed to even out over the years. Even if it was only a little bit. Ayato is still competing with our brothers, mainly Kanato, but old habits die hard. Especially for people like Yours truly.

"Sister!" He wailed, glaring at Ayato through misty, dewy eyes. "Are you going to let him speak to me like that?"

Streams of tears began to descend down his fair skin. If not for the bags beneath his eyes, one could say he looked like a lovely, porcelain doll. With his free hand he pointed accusingly at the older triplet, using his other arm to clutch the teddy bear closely to his chest.

“Fight your own damn battles for once!” Ayato scowled. “You're always running and bitching to her about the dumbest shit."

⠀⠀⠀⠀Kanato, my dear older brother Kanato.

⠀⠀⠀⠀His clinginess never ceased to amaze me. Despite Kanato being older than me by at least three years, it often felt like I was his older sister, comforting and consoling him as his pitiful mother had failed to do.

⠀⠀⠀⠀If anyone were to hog my attention the most, it'd be him. We met when I was four, and at first he didn't really like me because “Babies are loud and gross!” But he changed his mind in the future, clearly.

⠀⠀⠀⠀“Uu...You love Ayato more, don't you?” He sobbed, gripping the hem of my frilled, violet dress. “Thats why you're leaving, you're going to play with him!”

⠀⠀⠀⠀The way he used to scream and shout when I spent time with the others was hilarious. Sometimes, I even felt bad for laughing at him.

⠀⠀⠀⠀I cannot count the times I spent feeding his clinginess, enabling him. I never truly became close with Ayato until a year later because of it. It's a shame, truly. And honestly, he's no better now as I'm sure you already know.

“Shut the hell up, all of you!"

Here we go again. [Name] sighed internally.

There, hiding in the shadows, stood Subaru Sakamaki. His arms were crossed securely along his chest, whilst his cherry red hues narrowed in discontent. His lips were pulled into a taut line, just barely exposing his fangs.

“You're the loudest one!” Kanato cried out, sending a glare of his own to the distant male. His nails began to dig in his skin just enough to leave little crescents in its place.

"Eh—?" Subaru pushed himself off the wall, pale fingers coiling into tight fists. “What the hell are you on about? Tch, you're a fuc—"

Admist the chaos, his frantic gaze had landed on [Name], lingering just bit. The shock on his face was evident, as though his heart had dropped at the sight. Almost immediately, the corner of his mouth dips into a deep frown, shame slowly flooding his being.

He averted his gaze, finding his sheen coating of his boots to be rather interesting. Nonetheless, he could not dare to meet the eyes of his beloved sister, the ones burning and simmering through him like a heated torch.

This was a sight, [Name] hadn't seen from the young Sakamaki more than two times, counting. Seeing how they often visited one at a time, on their own accord, there was no true reason to do such. Yet, there went this perfect facade he tried so desperately to hold together; crumbling into thousands of pieces, collapsing at the feet of his beloved sister. The one he'd give the world to.

⠀⠀⠀⠀And Subaru, I couldn’t help but coddle him. He’s the only one younger than me, and the only child of Christa at that. I thought I could perhaps be the older sibling he needed.

⠀⠀⠀⠀Times were tough, my family which had once felt whole was gradually being torn apart like an old, tattered piece of cloth. I’d spent most of my days with Subaru, he was the youngest so I thought he might need extra support. And I couldn’t help but coddle him. Unfortunately, that caused him to grow a bit too dependent on me.

⠀⠀⠀⠀“Why do you have to leave?” Short, fragile arms had made a home around my waist. Despite his lack of muscle, his grip was almost bone-crushing. “Can't we just stay together?”

⠀⠀⠀⠀He’d always do this when it was time for me to return to my mother, frankly, it broke my heart each time.

“Fufu, Subaru, it's so nice of you to finally join us~!” Laito breathes out sarcastically, resting his chin in the palm of his hand.

“No, it's really not,” Kanato frowned. “leave already.”

“That's the only thing I'll agree with him on.” Ayato cackled, hoisting himself onto the back of the vacant loveseat. “Why do you always have to be so damn loud? I'm the star of the show; Yours Truly.”

“Shut the hell up already! No one calls you that!” Subaru snarls, picking up a nearby vase. Poor thing.

“Can't you all just be mature for once?” Reiji sighs, and yet it doesn't take away from the vein in his neck practically threatening to burst.

“Heh, I should've known you wouldn't listen,” The champagne-haired man chuckled humorlessly. “Troublesome woman.”

The blonde blinked rapidly, as though surprised at the idea of her being addressed. Knowing the closeness of the two, she didn't think it would happen. Instinctively, she gripped the ends of her brown shorts, nervous and without an answer.

Shu merely chuckled, drawing his attention to the woman kneeling by his side. His youngest sister; his only sister.

“Yui,” [Name] called, reaching out to gently grab her hand. “Do you remember what I told you earlier?”

“U-um...huh?”

Yui hadn't noticed it before, despite the stories she'd listened to from the kind woman. But the two of them shared some uncanny resemblance. In face shape and hues alike. Both were gifted the same soft blue eyes, cold yet vivid in color; mimicking the tranquil waters freezing over in an unforgiving winter.

⠀⠀⠀⠀“Mother look! We all have the same eyes!” Shu shouted, shifting on the balls of his feet in sheer excitement.

⠀⠀Upon my birth, Shu had never been happier. This was before he became so cold, so it wasn't that far fetched at the time. I remember mother shushing him for being too loud around me when I was a baby. But that didn't seem to stop him.

⠀⠀⠀⠀“It feels nice to look like someone for once,” He mumurs, lightly poking the plush flesh of your stomach. A soft smile overtook his lips as your giggled at his antics. “Well, besides mom, but she doesn't count!”

⠀⠀⠀⠀Our mother always said we looked like twins, hah, at least a little. Our eyes were the same, and our face shapes were too. The first and the sixth born being so alike was truly an anomaly to us all, but I suppose that's what makes it amusing.

⠀⠀⠀⠀Surprisingly enough, my hair was a similar to his when I was younger too. Though it wasn't that noticeable, in my mind. Faint, platinum strands littered among the rest of my hair. Everything else, was all my own. That's all I had to my name in comparison to Shu.

⠀⠀⠀⠀“I'll protect you, forever, [Name].” Shu grins, craddling you in his small arms. “I won't let them hurt you like they tried to hurt me. We can be happy; you'll be happy. I promise.”

“So noisy,” Shu moved to place his other earbud in, allowing his pale lashes to flutter over his cold eyes. He released the hand of his younger sister, finally giving her the ability to move once more.

[Name] shrugged at his laziness. It was nothing new. Leaning over, she poked at his cheeks, digging into the softness hidden deep within them. “Stop.”

“Hah, no way!”

Yui could not help but admire the scene before her; it was warm and sweet. Bickering amongst the six was not a rare occurrence, yet something about this seemed different. (Even if Subaru threw a vase at Ayato) The air around them felt light and clear, the boy’s faces looked to be much younger and youthful. Almost as though she was peering into their past.

Sighing, [Name] raised to her feet, placing her hand upon the curve of her hip. Her cheeks were lightly puffed out, upset, after Shu had swatted her hand away. “Ahem,” She cleared her throat.

Silence.

“Now, you all know how much I hate seeing you fight.” She started, slowly approaching Yui (standing by the door). “Without me.”

“W-what?!” Yui cried out.

“I want to be involved too! It's been so long since we've all been in the same room.” [Name] smiled mischievously, running her manicured nails along Yui's slim arm. “So, let's have some fun.”

“Catch us if you can!” She shouted, making a beeline down the long, dark hallway. “C'mon Yui!”

⠀⠀⠀⠀I know what you might be wondering. Why did they keep me in this room? If they love me so much then why did they act the way they did? The answer is simple really, it wasn’t their choice (entirely).

⠀⠀⠀⠀Despite being the only one to comfort them when they were down, hug and nurture them with genuine worry - love. Ever since my father proposed the idea of a sacrificial bride, I was tucked away. He feared I would influence them far too much and they wouldn’t be able to rise to their ‘fullest potential’. 

⠀⠀⠀⠀Realistically speaking, they just had to come to terms with that.

“Yui,” [Name] says, gently clasping the mortal’s hand once more. A small smile tugged at her painted lips. “Don't think you're safe because of my arrival. You'll surely be feeling the affects later on.”

“W-what?!”

[Name] merely giggled, loud and filled with glee; ignoring the question of her mortal friend. “Run, quickly, before they catch up!” Kicking off her troublesome heels, the woman dragged her down the hall. Their hands locked tightly in one another, and their smiles sewn onto their faces.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀THE END!

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀—いつも、いつまでも♡

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[bloodstainedobsession]

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

Masterlist

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.

[atomic-taco-muffin]

please remake the Kanato nsfw twt links🙏🙏🙏

Since the recent news about Twitter and me not risking the so called "rate-limit" this will be the last of the Twitter porn series. If Twitter ever gets its shit fixed, then I will start it again. But until then, this is the last one

Kanato Twt Links (remake)

Warnings: What the title says.

Rating: NSFW under the cut

Okay, in the last one, I said that he would be into food play but I couldn't find a video. This is the closest thing I could find for it.

I think he's the kind of guy who loves cumming in your mouth. He would practically train you to drink it whenever he wants you too

He HATES to admit it, but he loves it when you suck on his chest. His moans and whimpers are so cute

Yeah, he's the type of guy who would tie you up and use your body. And yes, there will be multiple bite and puncture marks as well.

He loves to dress you up in cute lingerie and (sometimes little accessories such as cat ears) just use your body to make him feel good. He's trained you so well

Dom him. Just...just do it. Trust me

In the rare instance that he's being soft and gentle, he will light some candles and let you ride him. But don't expect to be in charge the whole time. He will have his hands on your hips the entire time

[leahsflwer]

Diabolik lovers Preference - “You asking them to bite you”

Summary: Reader (you) is a human and ask them to bite you/feed on your bleed.

Warnings: Blood, vampires x humans, kissing, touching, somethings might come off as a little sexual to some people, cuts, biting, typical vampire things…

Ayato:

-He would sit up on the chair he was laid upon before standing up and looking into your eyes with a smirk. Grabbing your hand and pulling you down onto the sofa, looking down on you as he scanned your body.

-“I’m going to mark you, so others know not to feed off of you. You belong to me now, you got that?” He bluntly spoke, leaning down.

-His warm breath lingering over your skin, then you could feel a shot of pain from his fangs digging into the skin of your neck. Which he left many marks to claim you enjoying every moment of this.

Kanato:

-Kanato stood there by the tree, looking at you as he gripped onto teddy, glancing at your neck for a moment before frowning. Not having fun with it at all. Wanting you to be scared in a way. Dropping teddy on the floor and pushing you against the tree.

-“I get to say when I drink. Isn’t that right teddy?” He smiled with his sleepy eyes.

-He moved some hair from your face and neck, letting a finger run across your collarbone. Leaning in close and placing a soft kiss to your lips, before moving away and biting into your neck, loving the sounds you made.

Laito:

-“Ohh I already planned on doing that little brat” he smirked, leaning in inches away from your lips as his eyes never glanced away from you for a second.

-His hand lifting your head up by the chin, making you look straight into those eyes. A playful grin on his face as he placed his hand on your chest and slowly squatted down, lifting up your clothing to reveal your thigh. Squeezing the skin, with an eager expression. Letting his tongue glide up your inner thigh, his eyes still gazing up at you as he did so, before piercing your skin with his fangs and drinking from your body.

Shu:

-Shu’s eyes shot open as he’s heard that sentence leave your pretty mouth, turning his head to look at you. He was in complete shock that you would suggest it, but he couldn’t deny the sudden thirst he had. Your blood smelt perfect to him

-“A-Are you sure?” He asked just to be sure

-Once you gave him a smile and a nod he would pull you into his lap on the couch and gently move your hair out the way, kissing your neck gently before biting into your skin, moaning at the sweet taste entering his mouth from you.

Reiji:

-His dark eyes looked down at you as he put down a flask on his desk, scoffing as he pushed his glasses up. He mentioned he had need some blood for a mix he was making in his lab but wasn’t expecting you to offer your own. But he also wanted to have a taste of your sweet blood, thinking of how he should react.

-Reiji gave into the idea but didn’t it when you least expected it. Grabbing your hand and pulling you in front of him so your back was pressed against the wooden desk

-“Then I will savour it” He said in a low tone, biting into your wrist, tasting the thick liquid before pulling away and letting it drip into the flask, using that blood for his experiments.

Subaru:

-As he showed you the flowers he loved so dearly, he was shocked to hear you ask such a thing. Turning his body to face you and glare down at you. His eyes adventuring down to your lips as he tried to process it.

-“You wish for me to feed on you?” He asks, shocked and slightly angry at the idea

-When he saw you nod he could see the fear in your eyes and sighed. Walking straight past you and back inside

-“You’re not ready.” Is all he will say to you in return, leaving you alone in the garden. His mind wandering back to you and the idea over and over again until he sees the time when you’re ready.

Kou:

-Kou was wandering why you invited him to the roof of the school and as he heard you speak, he couldn’t help but smoothly place his hands on your waist and lower back, bending you back as if he was going to kiss you. But the cheeky smile on his face showed you that’s not what he had planned.

-“I can finally taste you huh? The others might be jealous you know?” He chuckles.

-Kou was impressed by your confidence as you showed that you don’t care. Making him smirk and lean into a kiss. Letting his lips explore down to your neck and lower to your collarbone, his fangs digging into your sensitive skin, letting the red liquid flow into his mouth.

Ruki:

You were sleepy while laying on his bed, while Ruki was at his desk writing down some things, he explained it was difficult to focus while still thirsty. So you asked him to bite you and have a drink. He turned his head to look at you laid upon his bed and gulped, feeling nervous for the first time.

-He was hesitant and had to stare until he could see how serious you were, even behind those sleepy eyes of yours. So he came over, leaning his body above yours, his expression never changing from the same serious face he generally had.

-Ruki leaned down and took a sniff of your familiar perfume and the hint of your blood. His fangs biting into your neck without a thought. But after he realised what happened and apologised.

Yuma:

-He was excited when you agreed to join him with grabbing some of the vegetables from his garden until your conversation ended in you telling him that he can drink off you whenever he’s thirsty. Which led to him holding the basket of tomatoes, eggplants and other things he’s been growing. Looking at you in shock as blush bread across his cheeks, thinking of how sweet you might taste.

-“I like the idea of that.” He sighed, putting the basket down and backing you up against the greenhouse wall, lifting up your chin and biting into your neck, then licking the blood off and pulling your shirt to side so he could bite onto your shoulder. Leaving marks were he pleased.

Azusa:

Azusa could see the fear in your eyes as he held one of his favourite knives to your face asking you to cut him. But you couldn’t do it so you made an excuse out of hurting him. Grabbing the knife and hesitating for a split second, before cutting your arm. His eyes lighting up at the sight. He listened to you as you told him he could drink from you.

-He was unsure but as he spotted the blood run down your arm he couldn’t waste a second and gently held your arm, licking the red liquid off, biting into your cut making you whimper at the feeling.

-After he pulled away he would smile with a flustered expression and put the knife with his collection naming the knife after you, as to him, you both just shared a beautiful and special moment he shall never forget.

Diabolik lovers master list || Anime master list || The master list || HOPE YOU ENJOYED 🪦

[dialalagirl]

May I have the Diaboys and their favorite horror movies

shu- The Shining. Jack Nicholson's breakdown is the only thing that can match the level of exhaustion he feels every day

reiji- ...Hereditary? still would rather watch paint dry 👁👄👁

kanato- Krampus. 'cause fuck yuletide spirit and screaming little bitch kids. would you look at that, the pot calling the kettle black

ayato- Scary Movie never getting an Oscar nomination? 110% tragedy. all you high-society folks are seriously sleeping on real art🙄

laito- The Mothman Prophecies. 'cause who wouldn’t want a cryptid to ruin their life? :)

subaru- whatever channel his coffin is tuned into. spoiler: he doesn't do food or cinema, only bread

[summercreolefanfictioner]

diabolik lovers modern college au general headcanons (sakamaki brothers)

• the sakamaki bros don't live in the same house, except for the triplets bcos cordelia is the only legal wife of karl in this au (she's the first wife after all)

• shuu lives in one of beatrix's old condo unit while reiji in one of karl's mini house (yeah he has that house all by himself bcos kaaaaarl)

• subaru lives in the university dorm bcos he doesn't like relying on karl (well except for christa's meds bcos she went insane and all that sht so karl might as well pay for that)

• despite going to the same university, the six of them don't cross paths often (except for the triplets and subaru bcos they like to rile him up and tease him endlessly like a torture)

• since this is modern college au, all characters are aged up (shuu is 22, reiji is 21, the triplets are 20, and subaru is 19)

• despite being the oldest, shuu is stuck in his second year bcos he kept repeating most of his law electives (he would rather slack off than pass his law course wtf and it usually takes around 4-5 yrs to finish)

• all bros were mandated by karl to take at least one business elective per year bcos they might be working under his corporation in the near future (ayato's major is business so he has no escape)

• reiji is an exception to this rule bcos he had been granted by karl to focus only on neurosurgery since "he's the only son who doesn't disrespect me" (tbh it was only a ruse by karl since he has no reasons to make reiji his heir despite him being a genius 💀💀💀)

• ayato is so famous in the university like his red hair stands out and his status as the university's most popular basketball player made him the school IT boy

• but bcos he's a varsity player, he's not often at school so he had to take weekend classes (this is also another reason why most of his exes are either girls who watched his game or they're students from other univ or college)

• his famous relationship tho was with a rich girl who's also the main dancer of a popular cheerleading squad from a rival school (ayato broke up with her due to the immense pressure of social media and her fans)

• ayato is also the eternal chauffer of his two bros like hello let him flaunt that red sports car baby (laito and kanato have their own cars; they just don't like driving that much)

• kanato studies forensic mortuary in the same bldg as ayato and reiji; the law bldg is a separate institution from them so they have no idea what shuu was doing

• except for kanato bcos he likes lounging in the music room singing scarborough fair and bcos his voice is so relaxing, shuu listens to it for free (kanato secretly hates that shuu does it tho bcos it reminds him too much of cordelia and her shtty ways of traumatizing him)

• laito is studying hotel and restaurant management on another bldg and it's the farthest one from all his bros (like you have to pass by 4 or 5 larger bldgs before you reach their institution)

• this is bcos ryoutei university has their own dedicated hotel and restaurant for students with courses related to said industry

• so yeah maya (aka my oc/kanato's s/o) sees laito more often than her own boyfriend in the campus

• laito always has exes in every course like there would be 3 or 4 girls under the same course that have already slept with him what a slut

• and yes there is a huge possibility laito, subaru, and shuu have dated the same girl bcos these three would only date the same type of girl (the pure looking one who secretly has lewd desires and digs bad boys like them)

• it was a shock for yui when she found out half of the girls from her class have slept with laito

• then laito told her he likes corrupting pure girls and toying with their minds until they become insane and dependent on him (sounds canon, no?)

• there was a time when laito dated one of kanato's professors and she ended up dealing with kanato's incessant and murderous glares every time she teaches their class. his reason? bcos "she reeks so much of that perverted laito"

• the sbros actually had this same english prof who randomly fails someone despite their intelligence bcos he likes exerting his power like that

• while some of them threaten him using the sakamaki name, kanato had to disguise as a girl and seduce the sht out of this perverted teacher (the old geezer was so hooked he just believed this girl was kanato's twin substituting for his bro bcos he was 'sick')

• speaking of which, subaru got attracted to kanato's alter ego like once upon a time he saw her daintly pick up her bag and tuck her hair behind her ear and boom heart arrows everywhere

• afterward, subaru asked kanato who was that one chick at his class with the long black hair dressing like a sexy lolita

• "oh, you mean me?"

• subaru had nightmares after that

• and yes kanato uses that info to blackmail him to do his bidding

• "if you don't do what I say, I'll tell everyone you fell in love with my alter ego"

• oh btw subaru's major is more on athletics? like he wanted to be a PE or sports instructor/coach in the future bcos accdg to him "fighting is the only thing I'm good at"

• his allowance is mostly spent on repairs on the dorm tho (guess punching walls ain't limited in the family house)

• the reality of his dream is beginning to weigh on him tho bcos some students are scared shtless of him and his violent tendencies

• laito became one of his students one time when he was assigned to be an assistant coach

• "waaahh subaru-kun your expression is so scary pls be gentle"

• reiji actually dated someone from ayato's class bcos her father has huge connections with famous neurosurgeons

• shuu keeps a video of one of his exes doing some cowgirl sht on him (he likes her moans that's why)

• all of kanato's exes studied in the same bldg as him; and yes, they are all from yui's course but each of them from different years and classes (he is picky like that)

• up to this day, reiji looks down on this one female classmate who dated shuu like what does she see in that good-for-nothing (well uhh his huge d-)

• accdg to both kanato and laito, yui is the loudest girl ayato has been with (kanato swore one day he'll stuff her mouth with socks until she chokes if she keeps moaning so loud while he's watching his fave murder docu series)

• ayato keeps teasing both reiji and subaru as virgins (they aren't tho; but despite their tough facade, their experiences are quite hmmm minimal so there are things they don't know)

• shuu almost dated this one classmate of kanato (almost bcos she keeps talking abt those dead people she handled with formaldehyde which is gross so he was turned off a bit)

• the triplets are usually the representatives of karl during his corporate and family parties (sometimes the other three will drop by... well mostly reiji but the other two must've been forced by karl somehow)

• there was a drunk scandal video of the triplets and subaru where subaru was driving while kanato and ayato kept making fun of him

• then kanato was video calling maya and asking her to come over and "watch a movie with him" while ayato was making delusions of aliens flying around the car, almost causing subaru to drive the wrong way

• laito was sitting beside subaru, reprimanding ayato to stop his delusions bcos there were no aliens but only flying trees (ayo what?)

• there's a part 2 but this time shuu and reiji were in the car and shuu kept laughing at ayato bcos subaru's driving is getting messed up bcos of the alien shenanigans

• and reiji was crying bcos apparently all of them are going to die and also bcos kanato is finally talking "properly" to a girl (what do you mean properly he is being a pervert)

• he also said "laito has finally seen the light and started being the good son"

• yui is actually the one filming all this videos tho

ps. I might make memes abt modern college au later on

[pinkposies]

Is writing a Diabolik Lovers fanfic worth it?

I know this fandom is quite small, but I was hoping me writing a story would inspire others to write as well. The problem I run into is "Is anyone actually going to read it?" Considering there isn't many writers for the fandom on wattpad, tumble, or a03.

[married-to-google-translater]

Ɓesti- i haven't found an Azusa simp in years i honestly adore Kanato more. He is a cutie to me even tho he would probably stab me—

BUT! I demand fluff. Fluff with Kanato, and if you wish, i wouldn't mind Azusa fluff.

Oh yesssss plz more Azusa requests~

And yesssss I totally see why you like Kanato :3 Cute ones could stab hardest lol

Azusa Mukami

At first, tenderness with Azusa would be difficult.

Because this man believes that pain is love.

And for some reason you're not that interested in pain.

You should take the initiative.

In the beginning, all intimacy is initiated by you.

Hug him, give him kisses and tell him how much you love him.

Azusa might not learn quickly.

Change would take time.

But Azusa would learn… and he would start showing affection towards you.

Azusa hugs would be really gentle.

He would like to hug you very often.

Azusa would love you a lot.

And he would like to prove it.

Normally, Azusa would be a big spoon.

He would love to hold you in his arms.

Azusa's kisses would usually be soft.

They would be fast but there would be many of them.

In some cases all over the body.

Public PDA would usually be hands pietly.

Azusa would enjoy it.

Kanato Sakamaki

Fluff would usually happen on his terms.

But it would happen.

And if it didn't happen Kanato would get nervous.

So forget everything you are doing and give him attention.

Kanato would like affection.

Affection that he would never have received.

Kanato would love to be on your lap.

When you stroke his hair.

And you give him ALL your attention.

Normally, Kanato would be a small spoon.

But of course there would also be those moments when he would be a big spoon.

Even if they are a bit rare.

Kanato would easily be jealous.

And this is why PDA is a matter in public.

Kanato would hold your hand the whole time.

He would keep you close all the time.

Kanato doesn't want you to go far without him.

Usually, he would be afraid that if he let go of you, you would just disappear.

Kisses would also be a thing.

Usually they would be surprising.

To begin with, they are possessive.

But they become softer as Kanato trusts you more.

[failing-to-write-again]

Baby Photos Part 2!

Part 1

Since the lovely asker @lilithram did say to pick between Sakamaki baby photos or reader baby photos, I chose both. While the previous part was less overall fluff and more early relationship I decided to make this one closer to an established relationship. I’m a bit nervous about making the boys ooc so any feedback on parts that are good and in character or those less in character would help me work to tailor my writing.

I worked under the ages proposed by @diabolik-shu-lover from this post.

Shu Sakamaki

Visiting le château de Heinz wasn’t your ideal vacation spot if you were to be completely honest. Unfortunately a major downside to dating a crown prince is how business minded people are going to be about your relationship. Shu had delayed taking you here, sharing his wish to live a more ordinary life until his accession, and even then he still wanted to have a more “normal” relationship. So far your little trip had consisted of a dinner with Shu and his father where he quizzed you on your life, followed by two days of loneliness where Shu was kept away by business of some kind with his father. 

Waking up to day 3 of being alone you elected to at least try to find some evidence of Shu’s childhood you could tease him on. There had to be some silly sailor uniform or ruffled collar from when he was a small Victorian lad. Wandering the halls the castle was a thousand times creepier than the Sakamaki manor had ever been, especially when you were left without a lazy vampire keeping an eye on you. Karl Heinz had requested that his sons not kill you but that was before you began dating the son most likely to be forced into some arranged marriage. It didn’t help that the staff weren’t hidden familiars, they were standing in every room just looking… creepy.

Eventually your exploration landed you in a gallery, paintings decorated the hall with spotlights above each painting. Many seemed very old and depicted pretty women in the castle gardens at night. One of these paintings had a woman you were convinced was Shu and Reiji’s mother. She was under a gazebo in a red dress staring lovingly at someone standing somewhere behind the painting. 

“This must’ve been back when they were all in love before Cordelia.” You mumbled to yourself, turning away and continuing down the hall. You found some more imposing portraits of men, a few being Karl Heinz himself, and some more general landscape paintings. 

After nearly 2 hours of this you found a new hall of all six Sakamaki sons in a series of paintings, VICTORY. It’s always a bit weird when you get obvious reminders of your boyfriend being 387 years old even though he looks like a 19 year old. Seeing paintings of him in severely dated clothes and poses was just bizarre, snapping a picture of him in a wig from the Georgian period was a good form of pay back for his abandonment of you these past few days. There was one painting of him unlike all the others, he looked roughly 3 or 4 and was sat in his mother’s lap with a silver rattled as he peered down at a bundle in Karl Heinz’s lap, the raven coloured hair giving it away as Reiji. He looked so curious and his father looked so happy. He was cute, with blonde curlier locks and a big round face, he looked like any modern day child meeting their younger sibling. Seeing him with eyes so awake and full of life, and no animosity between the two oldest sons of Karl Heinz.

“She kept scolding me for not sitting still.”

Shouting in shock as you turn to see your MIA boyfriend with a shit eating grin on his face at your reaction.

“What’s with that face woman, girlfriend’s are meant to be happy when they see their boyfriend’s not scream like a banshee.” Teasing you as he stepped closer, moving his hands to sit comfortably at your waist. In response you let your head fall with a thud into his chest, wrapping your arm around his back.

“Well boyfriend’s aren’t meant to tell their girlfriend’s they’re going on vacation to then vanish off for days. We never get time together in the manor without your brothers hanging around and now your dad is keeping you busier than you’ve ever been.”

Sighing, Shu buried his nose in your hair  wrapping one arm around your shoulder and another around your lower back huddling you close. “I’m sorry. That guy wouldn’t stop talking about all this protocol and other crap about properly introducing you as my chosen queen. He wanted to rush everything.”

Pulling back just enough to look up eyes wide at what he was saying. Queen, you a queen? Not to mention having to meet more creepy vampires. Sensing some of your unease, Shu smiled.

“Relax, I managed to get him to agree to a much slower schedule, you won’t be rushed off to a ball anytime soon. For now the worst of it will be seeing some property we own and meeting his close advisory staff and my other’s old staff. After I have you to myself for another few months we’re going to graduate first.”

Letting out a sigh of relief you lay your head against his shoulder, staring back up at the painting. “As a kid you were pretty cute Shu.”

“Not as cute as you as a mini ballerina,” he shot back, absentmindedly rubbing little circles against your back as he also stared at the portrait.

“If I do end up as Queen you’re not allowed to marry anyone else, I refuse to deal with the whole situation with your mothers. And you can’t ever let our kids have such a poor relationship like you and Reiji.”

“Not if, when, princess and don’t work yourself up over stupid things. You’re mine, I'm not letting some woman try to take me away ever. Seriously such bothersome thinking.”

Leaning down he gently kissed you, as if you were so delicate and precious. Looking up at blue eyes finally looking awake and closer to that childhood Shu then he had in centuries.

Reiji Sakamaki

“The box I’m looking for is about as big as an envelope, and has a leather strap holding it shut. Let me know if you spot it.”

“Alright, anywhere you’d prefer I don’t look. I don’t want to run into some secret Laito porn stash up here.”

You hear Reiji chuckle at that. “Laito doesn’t come up here, too many spiders. I do not care where you go, we are partners, we agreed no secrets right.”

That made you smile, your relationship with Reiji was the fruit of a long journey of trying to reach an understanding. For a while you were both not fully able to understand each other, and while no relationship is perfect, especially yours, hiccups that would’ve caused serious arguments before were now easier to settle over tea. It felt good to feel like a respected partner.

Looking through the attic for this mystery box was a good time to find mementos to learn more about Reiji. Looking through older books and boxes of clothes or unused houseware most of the items in this portion of the attic seemed unimportant. Reiji focused his search on the opposite side of the room where the ceiling was higher, you were shorter than the 6ft man so were less uncomfortable searching where the roof sloped down. A small dusty window allowed some of the early morning light to stream in. Reiji had begun waking later during holidays to allow you both to have a day that had more sunlight for you. He claimed it was to reduce risk of seasonal depression or vitamin D deficiency, with the added benefit of allowing you both to go to museums and other date locations. Waking at 12am gave you the opportunity to see sunrises daily, and if you were honest the view of your boyfriend in the hazy early morning glow was always a welcome sight. 

“You’re staring.” 

“I see nothing wrong with admiring my boyfriend”

He let a smile sigh pass his lips as he smiled, shaking his head. Looking back down at the stack of cardboard boxes he was rifling through. You pull your eyes away and back to the room around you, you spot something sticking out behind a shelf. Pulling it out you find a handful of photos and a small box. The photos were black and white, Daguerreotypes, on metal sheets. The images showed a younger Reiji taking what looked like test photos. Some were of him, slightly blurred from incorrect technique, others of items. The last photo was much clearer and was of Reiji sitting in a chair with a book in his lap. He must’ve gotten a familiar to take the photo. 

“Hey Reiji can I take these down? I don’t know how to store such photos though.”

Looking up Reiji walked over, taking the photos from you to look through. He picked up a box placing them inside before handing them to you,

“I will have the familiars store them properly and make scans so you can have more stable prints of them. If you wish to have images of me to display however, I would prefer you take more modern photos with both of us.”

Smiling down at the box of photos, Reiji spoke again.

“Smiling over such trivial things as a few photos, you should be harder to please.”

“You’re probably the first man to ever say that Reiji, besides it’s nice to have childhood photos of each other. I only have my locket but what happens when your children ask to see what you looked like as a child?”

“Our children will have plenty of paintings of me to see at my father’s castle, and if we are so lucky your only response will be that they look exactly as you did as a child.” Adjusting his glasses Reiji knelt down and picked up the box you had also pulled out with the photos. Meanwhile as his words set in your face flushed slightly.

“Our children…Reiji you shouldn’t say that stuff so casually. Besides, why would you want them to look like me? I'm human.”

That was not a response he liked, gently lifting your chin with his thumb and pointer finger Reiji looked you in the eye as he spoke. “Our children should be as pretty or handsome as their mother. I’m insulted you think, after all we’ve been through, I have not grown out of the belief that blood is a final decider in terms of superiority. You are superior, you are who I want, you alone are my partner and equal so strong as to be able to hold my heart in your hands. Am I clear?”

Your blush darkens as Reiji flusters you further, you can only nod your head in response to such strong compliments said so earnestly. Smiling Reiji’s thumb gently swiped over your bottom lip before leaning in to kiss you. Reiji always kisses you with the aim to convey all of his feelings for you, as if you will never be able to kiss him again. Moving in tandem you ended up leaning against a shelf with Reiji’s arm pinning you there, your arms holding onto his collar to prevent him pulling away too soon. 

Unfortunately, Reiji has to ensure you take in air so moves back. Opening the box, he removes a key, turning it over in his hands.

“This key is to my father’s laboratory here, he used it when he was visiting us as children. I sealed it off years ago and elected to use my room for my experiments. However, due to the chemicals it is not safe for you to sleep there so they must be moved.” 

“What’s wrong with my room?”

“It is a guest room, I’m not going to sleep every night in a guest bedroom in my own home. No, my room must be altered to fit its needs and to do so I shall reclaim the laboratory as my own to allow you to rest safely.”

All you could do is follow along as Reiji began to return back downstairs, gazing down at the box of pictures. Looking at the sad younger Reiji you couldn’t help but compare him to the cool, confident man he had become.

Ayato Sakamaki

Ayato had demanded you meet him in the garden of the castle that evening, something about having something special to show you. You weren’t sure what to expect really, surprises with Ayato were often either very nice or sweet but messy failures. Breakfast in bed when you’ve never cooked before was a bad idea in hindsight, even he had to admit. Still as the night started to fade into dawn you made your way to the gardens, examining the sights around you as you went. 

The father of the Sakamaki’s had summoned them to return for some festival of sorts. Ayato had been vague in describing it, rather unhappy to be returning. It seemed like some carnival was being set up, you hoped it was a carnival anyway. As you ponder the pros of encouraging Ayato’s competitiveness to win you stuffed toys you eventually reach the garden. Opening the glass doors you see Ayato sitting on a blanket, under the stone gazebo and some candles lit around. He had a few plates of your favourite deserts around as well as takoyaki. He grinned as you approached, arms crossed and pride beaming from his face.

“I set this all up, yours truly is the best boyfriend ever, and I have a present for you.” Pulling out a box with a bow stuck on the lid, he gestured for you to open it. You sat down cross legged, opening the box to reveal a collection of photos. 

Lifting some out you realise these were the photos Ayato had burnt after he had first met you, before you had started dating. They looked untouched. Ayato, not trusting your silence, began to speak again.

“Ore-sama got the familiars to find copies and I had those losers in the tech club at school print them. They couldn't say no to yours truly. Do you like it?”

“Why did you do all this, you threw them into the fire.” Ayato blushed before looking away, a hand on his neck.

“I…felt…bad about making you cry like that. It’s only fun when you cry from my bites, not over that stuff.” 

Your sniffling brought his attention back to you, panic spreading across his face. Pulling you into his lap and holding you close as his brain froze trying to find the best course of action. Your hands rising up to hold his cheeks as you attempted to calm down, a smile on your face.

“It’s ok, they’re happy tears. I’m happy Ayato.”

“Are you sure, don’t lie to yours truly.”

“I’m not, I swear! Thank you Ayato, these photos are important to me.”

Sighing in relief, Ayato leant back letting his head thunk against one of the gazebo pillars. 

“Damn it, you’re not meant to cry when Ore-sama gives you gifts.”

Running his fingers along your back. You began rifling through some of the photos noticing some new additions to the collection. There, between the photos of a younger you were pictures of you and Ayato on various dates. You, completely unaware of the camera while Ayato was looking and seemingly taking each photo. There was also one picture of a painting, it was of three boys with the child on the left resembling a much younger version of your boyfriend. 

“I didn’t know you had any childhood photos of Ayato.”

“It’s the only one, you can’t have a collection of photos without one of yours truly to admire.”

Giggling you sit back leaning against his chest while you both began to enjoy your picnic and company. 

Laito Sakamaki

You were currently facing a big problem, for some reason the 2nd year history department had decided to assign a project discussing your family history…in detail. So you were currently stressed out of your mind trying to figure out how to worm your way out of this one. Laito was covered, his family history well laid out as a royal and all of his ancestors having false human lives, it basically wrote itself. Yet here you were unable to write anything. It’s not that you were necessarily ashamed of your orphan status, and your close companions now also ‘brides’ of the Sakamaki’s were virtually sisters and you could maybe write about them. But people always got weird about orphans, and while you weren’t ashamed to be one by any means, being Laito’s girlfriend let alone a Sakamaki girlfriend involved gossip, it came with the territory. Extra rich boys in a school full of rich kids would always mean they were an aim for many girls and their parents alike, let alone Laito’s colourful past meaning he’d slept with basically any 2nd year heiress he could say a word to. All of them convinced they’d be the one to make him want to stay, and all of them feeling the same disappointment or satisfaction when one failed. Then in comes a girl under a sponsorship by said extra rich kid’s father who then ends up dating each of them effectively removing them from the market, and meaning every single girl, generally all conventionally very attractive and whom most men would gladly keep as girlfriend, being ‘beaten’ as they saw it by someone with no assets. 

So to put a long story short, while you weren't super torn up about not having an easy to explain family tree, you weren’t ready to deal with everyone’s response to that little tidbit. All of this led you to now, sitting with Laito as he brushed your hair listening to your predicament.

“Like whatever about the teacher getting weird, I’ll gladly take the free pass to ask for extra stuff. But you really made everything difficult. I can handle snide remarks from Hana, Aoi, and Emiko; they're mostly harmless. Yet, if they get it in their heads that I don’t have parents to cause any issues they might get worse.” You stopped to pick up some popcorn, holding your arm backwards to give Laito some. He took the opportunity to lick your fingers, snickering as you pulled your hand back, wiping it on your jeans. 

“Don’t be nasty, I'm having a serious talk. I just… some of the 1st year girls were horrid to Subaru’s girlfriend just for finding out she had been at a boarding school. They cornered her in the bathroom and stuck gum in her hair. Gum! Like yeah me and the girls tore them a new one but…gum!”

Humming thoughtfully, Laito placed down the brush switching to running his fingers through your hair. He moved to rest his head on your shoulder, letting a comfortable silence sit over you while he thought of what to say.

“If you want, I can get you a family tree in full detail”

“How would you even do that, if you just make people up and anyone finds out then it's worse.”

“We could always make one~”

A pillow to the face shut that idea down, laughing as he fell backwards against the cushions while you were glaring at him.

“Be serious! What am I meant to do?”

Sitting back up, Laito took your hand pulling you up.

“Follow me.”

Walking through the manor, Laito took you to a less well maintained wing. Cobwebs littered the hallway and the wallpaper was peeling slightly in patches, there weren't any electrical lights either, only wall sconces with candles Laito lit as you walked by. Laito was silent for most of the journey, only giving a hand squeeze of reassurance whenever you caught his eye. You weren’t sure if the squeeze he gave passing a portrait of Cordelia was to reassure you or him, whenever you even heard of that woman it sent shivers down your spine.

Paintings became more common the further you walked, most were of adults with a vague similarity to Laito and his brothers, others were portraits of women in beautiful dresses with a characteristic pale visage. Finally stopping in front of a picture of three young boys with a signature red and purple haired look.

“This is the only painting or picture of me and any of my brothers together. Me and the other triplets don't argue as much as Shu and Reiji but we aren’t close,” he turned, taking your hands in his. “You have sisters, actual sisters who you have stories and pictures with. Anyone who disagrees, I will handle.” 

“Gum in my hair Laito. It’s not a good look.” Laito sighs, pulling you close before you hear him mutter.

“Theirs will look worse when I cut it all off.”

Kanato Sakamaki

“Dolly, why are you in here?”

Turning to greet Kanato from where you sat in the quiet wing of the Sakamaki manor, placing your sketchbook back down beside you and making room for your boyfriend to sit nearby.

“I come here to sketch the portraits since I can’t get a good wifi connection to look up references. I really like this painting, it’s of you right?” 

Kanato sat down looking up at the painting then to your sketch. It was different to the painting in many ways, the main difference being that it was a younger him alone with teddy. You had changed his posing too slightly to make him look less nervous. He was pinching his fingertips though, a sign he was uncomfortable that he picked up from the exercises he had copied you doing to help regulation. You could see he was struggling to find his wording. Scooting closer you placed a gentle hand on his shoulder to reassure him you cared and were listening. 

“It’s pretty, but dolly I don’t like you being here.”

“Why Kanato? It’s nice here, nobody comes here to interrupt or be loud and there's all these pretty paintings. What’s wrong?” Continuing to play with his fingers, he moves closer to you turning to face you straight on.

“This is where…her room used to be. We have to leave me and Teddy hate it here.” Immediately you were filled with questions. While you knew Kanato, Ayato, and Laito killed their mother and have mixed feelings towards her, you had never seen Kanato spooked. It did explain why this area was not well maintained. You had to bring a brush with you during your first visits to the wing to remove some of the largest cobwebs and first from your seat. However, you had to admit that with the newfound knowledge that these halls were where your boyfriend had been tormented by his own mother for centuries it changed the atmosphere. Suddenly the quiet was now tense, the weathered appearance of the halls becoming creepy signs of lifetimes long since passed. 

So you went along with Kanato’s instruction, returning to the more familiar manor where Reiji had familiars ensuring everything was organised and dustless. Following behind while mulling over the best way to approach this particular conversation. He led you to his room, sitting on his bed with your sketchbook and flipping through it. Pacing the path from his bedside locker to his balcony doors slowly, Kanato watched you. Around your fifth lap he gently grabbed your forearm guiding you to sit next to him, playing with the pages of your sketchbook. He turned to one of your favourites, you had drawn Kanato sitting in front of a backdrop of rose bushes. A small smile on his lips and a glint of childish glee in his eyes.

“I’m hanging this one up.”

“That one isn’t fully vanished, it's only a sketch.”

“But I like it, so it’s finished and I want it on my wall. And I want a matching one of you to go beside it.”

Sighing in acceptance you took his hand winding your fingers with his. It was probably better to shelf some questions anyway, while you were well past the stage of Kanato stabbing you with a fork for too many questions it was still not always easy to bring up sensitive topics. 

Subaru Sakamaki

“Oi, idiot the car is outside. Are you ready to go or what?”

Grabbing your earrings and standing, you began walking over to your boyfriend in a new sundress and short heels for a lunch meeting with Christa at some new vampire restaurant she had taken a liking to. In the years following yours and Subaru’s relationship, both of you had begun to put work into  helping both Subaru and his mother move forwards in their lives and reducing the impact their past traumas had on them. It was a slow and difficult progress with what felt like 100 steps back after every step forward but Christa had reached the point where her good days outnumbered her bad ones with the help of a team of specialists and patience. 

Within the last half a year Christa had begun to travel short distances from her home, a fairly new cottage Subaru had built her close to the manor after we graduated from Ryoutei Academy. Today’s trip was to a cafe she had been to numerous times with her trusted hand maids, so it was an obvious choice for the first excursion you and Subaru were joining in on. On Subaru’s part you had nothing but admiration and pride for the strides he had taken, he still had periods of self doubt often linked to birthdays and when his father was involved. However, such episodes were short and he had grown into more healthy responses to these thoughts, that still didn’t reduce his worries when interacting with his mother in environments that could trigger an episode. It took reassurances from Christa and her therapist to show that there was a set of precautions to ensure her safety before he agreed to this lunch. 

That brought you to today, where your boyfriend adjusted the collar of his pale grey shirt and looked at you with eyes that clearly showed his trepidation about this trip. Looping your arm around his as you made your way to the car you offered reassurance.

“She’s been looking forward to this lunch, she goes there every week at this point it's basically the same as when we have dinner with her.”

“The first time we had dinner with her she started screaming at your halfway through thinking you were a thief, before she tried to cut your hair off.”

“That’s not a fair comparison and you know it. Christa has found medicines that work and worked with Dr. Estelle for years now.”

“You know she  wants you to call her mum.”

“She’ll be mum when you get on the ring choosing we both agreed last time at dinner remember. She even offered to help you plan everything.”

Grunting, he looked away squeezing your arm while opening the passenger side door of his porsche. The ride was mostly quiet with you running your shared spotify playlist with Subaru mentioning concerns for you to counter with considerations made to address them. Once you arrived at the cafe Subaru relaxed quickly seeing Christa behaving normally. 

As always, you were greeted with hugs and excited interrogations as to the going ons of your life since your last visit. Christa had been so kind as to give recommendations based on your individual tastes, having an excellent grasp on the menu. She was also so kind as to bring an album of photos her staff had made of Subaru growing up to allow her to feel more included in his life while locked in that tower. 

“Oh my goodness! He looks so cute here, when was this one?”

You pointed to a photo of a roughly 8 year old Subaru sitting on a wooden table licking a spoon covered in some batter. Smudges of the batter were on his cheeks and shirt as a fire was lit in the background. It was a cosy image and something you had seen Subaru do before. Anytime you baked anything he insisted on spoon cleaning duty to ‘make it easier to clean’.

“Ah, one of my ladies in waiting had that painted after she heard me talking about how happy I was during that visit.”

“I love it, Subaru was such a cute kid!”

“I don’t see what's so cute, I’m just stuffing my face there.”

“Oh shish Subaru. She’s right, you were an adorable kid with cute little cheeks.” To emphasise her point she pinched his cheeks while cooing at him. Subaru only scowled in response, but it held no actual malice behind his glare.

While leaving the cafe, after nearly 5 hours of catching up, Christa pulled you aside to give you the picture claiming she had hundreds more. During the drive home Subaru kept looking at you admiring the photo. 

“You can always take pictures of me ya now. You don’t need to use a kid photo of me for that.”

“I have photos of you, I just like this one, it's special.”

“You’re such a weird woman.”

“Would you have me any other way?”

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first shu had abs all of a sudden, now ayato. maybe yuma got the sakamakis into working out lately lol

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Yui Komori and Puppy moodboard

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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.

————-

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.