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otomehonyaku writes ☽ a puppet loosely strung (Ruki × OC, paid commission)

☽ Contains subtle NSFW, first time, light gore, blood and bite play, choking, depictions of violence and copious amounts of Ruki thirstposting, as always. ☽ This commission, the stunning artwork and OC Koizumi Ira are all courtesy of @nemuinikoi! Please check her out because she’s insanely talented (♡ˊ͈ ꒳ ˋ͈) ☽ Full text under the cut.

SUMMARY | A little while ago, @nemuinikoi approached me about commissioning an original short story from me featuring her OC Ira! I don’t usually do commissions for creative writing (since writing is quite a personal, subjective thing for me) but I couldn’t have wished for a kinder, lovelier and more patient first commissioner who just let me go wild with it (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)♡ Also, fear not: my fellow Ruki enthusiasts (even those not into OCs) will be able to enjoy this one hehe

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It was one thing to make sacrifices for the one you love. Parting with copious amounts of your own blood at their beck and call, however, felt a little excessive when you could not even be sure your love was reciprocated.

The moment I had laid eyes on the Mukamis’ eldest in the moonlit hallways of the academy, still oblivious to who and what he was, it was almost as if I knew that I would offer my body and soul to him if he so wished. Hair as black as night, sterling silver eyes, broad shoulders that narrowed into a slender, athletic body. A low, smooth voice that held such command that it surely left many women begging to be conquered by him.

Every part of Ruki was honed to perfection.

And yet the man had never spared me so much as a glance.

It was easier to admit in hindsight, but the attention I was used to getting as the academy’s—albeit infamous—modelling prodigy had left me vulnerable. I should have seen it coming. I could have known that Ruki was inhuman, purposely ensnaring me in his trap with his cold treatment because he knew I wanted him so badly. I could have realised that I would eventually have to pay for my morbid curiosity with my blood.

So, so much of my blood, flowing straight from my veins into his greedy mouth.

While I sincerely doubted that I lived up to Ruki’s expectations of a demure, obedient Eve, it had certainly made him hellbent on finding out how far my blood could take him.

I sat on the window sill in the Mukami mansion’s guest room, my feet propped up onto the narrow surface while I bathed in the light of the full moon. The page I had been trying to write on was now crumpled in my fist. Foolish as I was, I had hoped that a journal could be an outlet for my frustration, but to no avail. I tore the paper from its binding and tossed it to the floor with a grunt.

Rain beat tirelessly against the window. It was almost as though the weather gods were mourning my freedom along with me.

As obsessed as I was with Ruki, I hated being reduced to prey.

“The role suits you well, I assure you.”

The vampire spoke quietly from the shadows. The sound was like the low rumble of thunder after a flash of lightning, but it startled me all the same. Had I been thinking aloud? My head whipped around in the direction of Ruki’s voice. His eyes shone like beacons in the dark corner of the room.

I quickly regained my composure and scoffed at his remark. “What do you want?”

“Ira.” Ruki enunciated each syllable of my name with such restraint that it rooted me to my spot.

It was all I needed to know.

“Don’t—don’t come near me…” For a moment, I despised myself for sounding so weak, but the palpable tension in the air made my heart stutter.

There was always a certain intimacy in the violence Ruki inflicted on me—the kind I found myself craving in his absence. I felt like I might wilt if I went without it for too long. In some deliciously morbid way, I enjoyed challenging him. I enjoyed the way my spine intuitively straightened when he was near, anticipating his retaliation.

I realised it had been a few days since Ruki had last bitten me, and even a fool could tell that he was at the mercy of the full moon. The hunger all but radiated from him. I swept my legs over the edge of the window sill and turned to face Ruki directly, prepared to defend myself. My efforts backfired immediately.

I had inadvertently given Ruki an opening to step between my legs as though I was welcoming him with open arms. Was I? Did I lose control over my body that easily around him? Ruki closed the distance between us, seizing the opportunity immediately.

A lick of ice ran down my spine at his proximity. In my head, I shouted a string of profanities at myself in an effort to silence the little devil on my shoulder who was ecstatic at this turn of events. I needed to take my mind off of Ruki fast. Off of the feeling of his hips, clad in the woolly fabric of his uniform slacks, brushing against my inner thighs…

Well, shit. Ruki somehow always managed to get me exactly where he wanted me.

“Look at you, always so eager to be touched. It has been a while, hasn’t it?” Ruki loomed over me, twirling a strand of my amethyst hair between his fingers before brushing it behind my shoulder with a chuckle. “Well, worry not. Just for tonight, I will give you my undivided attention.”

I shot him a glare. “Get over yourself.”

“No use lying. Your pulse is all but screaming my name, little witch.” His voice was a lover’s caress, sweet and thick like honey. “I must feed. I would advise you to offer your blood to me yourself if you prefer it to be pleasurable.”

A tempting offer, but my sense of self-preservation kept me from answering. How dare he call me a witch?

In the blink of an eye, Ruki jerked my chin upwards with his hand and buried his face in the sensitive spot in the crook of my neck.

A familiar sharp pain made my vision go white. I stifled a cry.

No matter how many times Ruki bit me, it never felt the same. Never routine, no matter how inextricable the pleasure and agony. Today, however, it was clear that Ruki made it hurt just to spite me. His fangs ravished my skin, sinking in all the way to his gums while he drank deeply. I gritted my teeth. Soon after, his venom settled over me like a warm blanket, numbing the pain until an equally intoxicating jolt of pleasure made my legs clench around his hips, beckoning him closer.

Ruki tipped his head back to revel in the taste of my blood, a satisfied noise coming from deep within him.

The sudden sight of the column of his neck, stark white and on full display, awakened an unexpected, almost primal sensation deep inside of me.

It was an instant relief of pressure, like the snap of a bowstring that had been pulled taut for much too long. A dull ringing in my ears drowned out all noise around me, if only for a moment. Even Ruki’s ragged breathing faded to the background. That small stretch of his skin was all I saw.

Before I realised what was happening, my head tipped forward and my teeth found their way to Ruki’s cool flesh as if on instinct.

Part of me felt a little silly, like a milk-toothed child trying to bite into an apple for the first time, but that feeling ebbed away soon after I pierced his skin with some effort. It was unclear whether Ruki had gone into shock at the unexpected assault or, for some Godforsaken reason, simply allowed me to have my way with him, but I felt his body go rigid under my touch. My fingers curled around the collar of his uniform shirt to pull him closer as I drew blood. I barely suppressed a moan when the thick liquid pooled on my tongue.

The taste took me completely off-guard. It was not the metallic taste I was expecting, nor was it necessarily sweet, like he tended to describe my blood. It was strong. Heady, yet refined, like an aged wine. Even a slight bitterness that reminded me of a strongly brewed coffee, and a hint of spice that warmed me despite our differences in temperature. It nourished me. It felt like coming home.

Never in my life had I given thought to consuming another person’s blood, let alone Ruki’s—I was clearly at the bottom of the supernatural food chain—but it was difficult to imagine I could ever go on living without this. There was a hint of something familiar and yet I could not quite put my finger on it. Whatever the case, the blood of this damned vampire was undeniably my poison of choice. I already dreaded the strings I would have to pull to get more.

The flush of heat it sent through my body uncoiled my muscles and paralysed my senses to the point that all I could focus on was Ruki—my lips on his skin, our chests pressed together, his presence between my legs so close that I only now realised my skirt was hiked up. It was intoxicating, the way Ruki’s blood unravelled me.

I felt like I now owned a part of him, whereas up until this point, it had been a one-sided game of possession. Ruki had only laid his claim on me.

Well, not entirely, at least. Not yet.

In a bout of anaemia and under the debilitating spell of Ruki’s blood, my head pounded with a stronger desire than I had ever felt for him before.

The mere thought of Ruki claiming the last of my innocence made me weak at the knees. In all honesty, this was not the first time I fantasised about it. It had been before he had reeled me in like the deceptive, bloodthirsty creature he was—we were alike in that sense—but the fact that Ruki was inhuman only heightened the excitement. The proof of his own desire brushing against my lower abdomen certainly did not help, either.

Fuck. This was bad.

A hand cradled the back of my head, tendrils of my hair twisted around Ruki’s fingers while my tongue lapped at his skin. I took it as encouragement, but with one sharp tug, Ruki forced my head upright.

“What do you think you’re doing, Livestock?”

His derogatory nickname for me still irked me, but it went right over my head in the moment. I was still trying to blink through the blood-induced haze. “Almighty Mother of—”

Ruki yanked my hair again, making me cry out. The shock of pain it sent through my scalp called me back to reality but did nothing to dispel the heat spreading through me like a wildfire. If anything, it only fanned the flames.

I whimpered, my senses completely confused.

Ruki’s face hovered over mine. “Hold it. You should know better than to curse me. Explain to your master what you’ve just done.” Little puffs of his breath brushed against my lips as he spoke with enough authority to make me shrink in on myself. His eyes searched my face warily, almost as if he were at a complete loss; his pupils, though, were still dilated with hunger, the misty grey of his irises only a thin rim around them.

Had nobody ever bitten him before? It seemed implausible. You would think humans and creatures alike would claw each other’s eyes out to get a taste of this vampire.

My eyes trailed down to his neck again, fixating on the two small crescent moon-shaped indents left by my teeth. The skin was already stitching itself back together, but little flecks of his blood stained the collar of his shirt. It was a much darker shade of red than my own, almost black.

I felt a twang of guilt despite the desire flooding my belly at the sight of him, especially as dishevelled as he looked right now. “I-I’m sorry, I just—”

“I did not ask for an apology. Yet.” Ruki tightened his grip on my hair, urging me to confess my sins.

“I… bit you and… drank your blood without your permission.”

“So you did. And?”

If I did not own up to my desires, we would be going round in circles for hours until I did. Emboldened by Ruki’s blood in my system, I leaned in a little closer, the tips of our noses brushing. “You taste better than I expected.”

“Is that all?” Ruki let out a scornful laugh. “I appreciate your honesty, but you have no idea what my blood will do to you, do you?”

Fine. Two could play this game.

“I think I’m well underway, actually,” I breathed, a conspiratory smile on my lips, “and I think we might be able to help each other. It’s just as obvious what my blood does to you. Want me to play your little Eve? Let me drink from you more often.”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself,.” Ruki’s hand closed around my chin and forced me to look him in the eye. “You’re sorely mistaken if you think the two of us are on equal footing. I own you.”

Did Ruki feel threatened by me? The corners of my mouth twitched, my smile growing a little wider with the realisation. All it had taken was a few drops of his blood on my tongue. Maybe that meant that, one day, I might get him on his knees for me if I worked hard enough.

I made a show of running my tongue over my lower lip, savouring the last traces of his essence. The taste elicited a soft hum from the back of my throat.

“Humour me,” I taunted.

“Oh, believe me,” Ruki cooed, dipping his head so I could feel his breath hot against my ear, “I will ruin you.”

My shirt buttons were flying across the room faster than my mind could process.

Ruki all but tore my uniform apart to expose my upper body. He took a brief moment to appreciate the marks of his ownership that were already dotted across my chest before closing his mouth over the peak of one of my breasts.

It was one of the few patches of skin that had been left unharmed—possibly for this occasion, I realised. I cried out at the white-hot sting of his fangs penetrating me deeper and deeper, and yet the slightest flick of his tongue had me buckling my hips against his.

The act of drinking blood tended to be pleasurable for both sides to begin with, but this unusually forward approach had me cursing under my breath. I clawed at the lapel of Ruki’s uniform, arching desperately into his touch. I caught his sharp inhale when my nails accidentally grazed the marks my teeth had left in his neck.

Interesting. I thought to tease him with my newfound knowledge of this weakness, but his teeth struck me again before I got the chance.

Ruki’s hands soon found their way to my bare thighs. Long fingers inched up the length of them all the way under the hem of my skirt, leaving goosebumps in their wake. A wry sense of dread formed in the back of my mind. As much as I wanted him and as drunk as I was on this delicious concoction of his blood and his venom, I had not considered the possibility that he would take me up on my provocations. My cheeks burned at the prospect.

At last, Ruki’s fingers hooked under the lace trim of my panties.

"This is your first time," he whispered feverishly against my skin, simply stating the fact, while he peppered kisses all the way from the fresh cuts on my breasts and past my throat until his lips reached the shell of my ear. I could feel the deep red stains he left on me along the way. "I am going to hurt you, but you aren’t exactly opposed to that, are you?”

Losing my virginity to this man seemed nothing short of terrifying, but the ache in my lower abdomen demanded relief. Lust dictated my every move, my every word.

The slightest shake of my head was all it took.

In the span of a breath, my panties were reduced to tattered scraps of fabric on the floor. The chill of the air hit my burning skin. I whined against the cold, but was cut short when Ruki’s fingers found the apex of my thighs.

Nothing else mattered.

Through half-lidded eyes, head tipped back against the window while his fingers pleasured me unabashedly, I clung to Ruki’s hungry gaze as though it was my anchor to this very world. I watched in awe as he raised the same two digits to his mouth and hollowed his cheeks to relish the unfamiliar taste. It struck me as a little odd when his jaw tightened around his fingers, though before I could give it any thought, he thrust them between my lips. The fresh, rich blood on my tongue sent me into a frenzy once more.

Tears pricked in the corners of my eyes while Ruki claimed my innocence with such ferocity that it stole the air from my lungs. Skin on skin, teeth on bone, each other’s blood on our tongues. We were both drunk and delirious. It was impossible to do anything but surrender to my senses. The world became blurry around us. Ruki was all I knew.

Ruki pressed his forehead to mine after what felt like eternity, our laboured breaths mingling and the scent of iron heavy in the air. Stars plagued my vision and my head spun even after I had come down. Being with Ruki was almost like being on a never-ending carousel.

I was glad to still feel the shape of his mouth on mine in a deep, demanding kiss. It chipped away at the remains of my consciousness.

“You insufferable woman,” Ruki chastised, his voice no more than a whisper. “You haunt me, Ira.”

Good enough for me, I thought, smiling triumphantly against his lips before I let the darkness take me.

#I'VE BEEN SITTING ON THIS ONE FOR SO LONG AAAAAAAAA #rly enjoyed writing this one & rly proud of it #and the stunning artwork. good lord. you really captured the vibe so well and I'm ecstatic that we could collaborate on this one tbh #diabolik lovers #dialovers #diahell #diabolik lovers fanfiction #diabolik lovers scenario #diabolik lovers scenarios #mukami ruki #ruki mukami #my writing #Ruki x oc #Mukami ruki x oc #oc #nemuinikoi #Koizumi ira #ira koizumi #ruki mukami x oc

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