#written by Yuriko Mukami

[seaoflove07]

~ Their Deep Waters ~

⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️NSFW, Not for Minors!⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️

🔪Azusa & Rose🌹

Characters: Azusa Mukami & Christine Melendez. (Rose)

Fandom: Diabolik Lovers.

A commission Fan Fiction Written by @afi-mukami

Note: I can't bring myself to write my own smut. 😅

I did give the dialogue to the writer. All the rest is her magic. 📝🔥

Follow her Oc account @yuriko-tsukino-rp and if you want to read her story with her Diaboy Ship (Ruki Mukami) go Here. Also if you want commissions you can send her a DM on either of her blog accounts.

Tiny droplets of water meet the tile floor of the bathroom which is filled with whirling steam. It is almost like the time itself is staying still in the moments like this. There is no hurry, only soothing warmth lingering in the misty air.

Rose reaches for the shower to turn the water off while her long blond curls glue to her back and shoulders, now heavy with dampness. Her hand stops in the middle way as she hears the door opening and bare feet tapping the tiles.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

At a quiet pace.

Turning around, Rose gazes at the door even though she already knows who it is. Of course, she does, for no one else would be allowed here in her private space. Dark hair with greenish touch almost covers Azusa’s face as his intense eyes catch her deep brown eyes of the soul.

This isn’t a coincidence. Rose can tell.

Azusa has no clothes, yet the bandages still snake around his arms and neck, covering the wounds that never truly disappear. This side of him was something not to be expected, yet Rose has learned how to live with it. No, not only live with it. She has accepted her beloved as he is, cherishing him in the way he deserves. In return, he is giving her something that is more precious than any other treasure in this world; his very being.

“Rose…?” Soft voice that doesn’t echo in the room. As Azusa smiles, the steam in the shower room heats up even more, giving soothing warmth an intriguing edge. Curling lips have the power to make Rose’s cheeks feverish, and she hastily rises her arms, covering her breasts and private parts. A tickling sensation runs over her skin for the peering eyes don’t leave her even for a second.

Azusa steps closer, under the water, his fingers wrapping around Rose’s wrists. He pulls her hands gently and carefully, not wanting to hurt her right now. “Let me see… you, Rose… Your body is… beautiful… every inch of you is…”

Heat washes over Rose, her face blazing until the burning finally reaches the tip of her ears. This flaring isn’t unfamiliar, yet not unpleasant either.

“Why are you here, Azu?” Rose’s voice echoes slightly, bouncing back to her ears.

“Rose… you were taking so long…” Azusa sighs. “I felt… lonely… so I came to… join you.”

“But I was just about to leave…” Rose moves her foot, intending to step out. But while Azusa might speak slowly, he is fast when needed. With ease he grabs her, pinning her against the wall.

A sudden coldness. On Rose’s backside. Heated skin meeting coolish hardness. As she catches Azusa’s eyes again, they drag her into well-known waters of fondness, raising tiny waves deep within her.

Swoosh. The water falls over them both.

Silence.

Azusa’s gaze bores into Rose’s just before he lifts his hands and cups her cheeks, leaning closer.

Closer.

Closer.

Until his lips almost touch hers. She slides her fingertips over his cheekbones, reaching for his already soaked hair and lacing her fingers with it.

“Azu…” Rose’s lips vibrate against Azusa’s.

Too much. Waiting is impossible.

Azusa pulls Rose into a smooch, the tips of his fangs grazing over her bottom lip as she surrenders to his embrace. His mouth is soft and wet on hers as he deepens the kiss, his tongue tangling with hers while their bodies press each other and her back on the slippery wall.

Moans mixing with tender sucking, Rose gasps into Azusa’s mouth just before trapping his bottom lip with hers, gently tormenting it with her teeth.

With just the right amount, pain is a torturous pleasure

and pleasure is candied pain.

Roses have thorns like vampires have their fangs.

Slowly, Azusa’s mouth travels down Rose’s chin and to her neck where he stops, inhaling her scent that has intoxicated him since their first meeting. She is his rose after all. The combination of the elixir of life that bumps in her veins and the flowery fragrance fills his senses in a way that is unimaginable for a human mind. Still, she doesn’t need to be able to form mental images of it since Azusa is more than willing to show how it makes him feel.

And what it makes him yearn…

Tongue wandering along the column of Rose’s neck, Azusa searches for a spot he has yet to mark as his own.

A moment later…

…the white pain.

It strikes Rose as Azusa’s fangs reach the vein, thrusting into her skin and breaking it. Her blood courses through the puncture marks, dancing onto his tongue and in his mouth while she cries out, grabbing his shoulders and digging her nails into his skin.

“So… very sweet. I can’t… get enough of… it, Rose…” Azusa’s moan radiates on her neck as he focuses on sucking her sanguine liquid of life. She pulls him as if trying to drive his fangs deeper, and he wraps his arms around her, embracing her. “I wish… to be the only one… to give you this… sweet pain…” Lapping up the drops that run out, Azusa’s sighs of pleasure mix with her own as she can’t hold back her voice anymore. This pain is indeed a pleasure she is ready to indulge in.

Giving rein to the pain.

The pleasure.

Like there was nothing else.

Leaving the blood slide along Rose’s neck to her chest, Azusa stops to glance at her as she pants, heat coursing on her face. His tongue follows the trail of crimson, slowly reaching her breasts. Cupping one, he kisses the other.

“Soft… I want to… suck more…” Azusa’s mouth closed over one of the sensitive creamy almond-shade tips of Rose’s mounds, caressing it with his lips before sucking it between his teeth as if her breast was a ripe, succulent fruit for him to relish. She can’t help but thrust her chest a bit closer as feverish feeling courses through her veins, making her sink deeper into the ocean of sacred satisfactions.

Azusa cups the underside of Rose’s sweet mounds, continuing to tease them with his kisses and soft sucking, licking over the buds again and again, until they are hard and throbbing under his touch. And yet he is nuzzling Rose’s chest, crazing it with the tips of his fangs as his fingers curled over one, squeezing it gently at first, then a bit rougher.

“Your scent… It’s luring me in… such a sweet and delicious scent… of roses.” Azusa traces the curve of Rose’s breast with the tip of his nose until he reaches the valley between both, smooching it eagerly. His lips travel south and shower her belly with tiny kisses repeatedly. As he lowers himself in front of her, he gazes up as if asking for permission. As her chest heaves Rose nods and almost hits the back of her to the tile wall when the lips of passion met the throbbing heat between her legs.

“You are… perfect, Rose…” Azusa lifts one of Rose’s legs over his shoulder, pressing her against the wall while his tongue glides along her almost embarrassingly damp folds. His hands trace her hips, fingers clenching on the soft flesh when he finds her pulsing pearl.

Licking, sucking.

Rose’s thigh trembles against Azusa’s cheek; the hot spring in her boiling.

Stroking, lapping, petting.

She writhes against his mouth.

Arching, aching.

For him and for him only.

Rose’s sensitive nub is crying from each sweep, and she can’t help but hump into Azusa as he keeps eating her out and drinking deep from her rosy well of pleasure. And the final bold swipe of his tongue sends her spinning into the arms of ecstasy, her digits entwining with his hair as her whines rebound in the moist and misty air of the shower room.

“You look so… beautiful now, Rose… Did you enjoy… that? …I did…”

Nodding and panting, Rose leans against the wall; her fingers still curled with Azusa’s strands until he gently removes them from there, letting her leg slip back on the floor. Kissing her thighs, he leaves tiny bites here and there without breaking her skin. And soon, he is back on his feet again, nudging against her with heaving breath.

A smile swaying on her lips, Rose leans in, sliding her mouth along Azusa’s cheek and reaching for his neck. She bypasses the bandage, kissing his skin right below it. The marble-like skin. She is sucking it before she even realizes it, giving love bites here and there, marking him as he has marked her, for they belong to each other.

Marks. Here and there.

Signs of love. Small bites, not breaking the skin.

She is his as he is hers.

And that should be written all over their bodies.

“My rose is… eager…” Azusa’s moans reach Rose’s ears, making her sigh in between sucking. “Let me… have you…” He presses his hips against hers, rubbing his length on her belly while a moist reminder of his wishes leaves a sticky spot on her skin. Even though the water pouring over them washes the traces off soon enough, the river of craving is already overflowing deep within Rose. As she straightens up, Azusa immediately pushes her back against the wall, grabbing the backsides of her thighs and lifting her, his slightly jerking hardness gliding toward her pearly gates.

For a moment,

nothing moves

but the swooshing water around the couple.

Gazes lock into each other,

the world ceases to exist.

“Azu…”

“Rose…”

Nothing but whispered words, entangling each other as Azusa coats his member with Rose’s liquid of love and lust. He teases her entrance as if wanting to release the flood, making her body arch from anticipation.

Finally,

pressing into her,

he forces her walls

to stretch

and tighten

repeatedly with his gentle intrusion.

Groans and moans fill Rose’s ears as Azusa keeps bouncing in her at a steady pace. Fingers clench around her thighs, holding her still as he thrusts, thrusts, thrusts. Lost in pounding, Rose sinks her digits into Azusa’s back, her nails leaving red trails with each push.

Trailways of lust.

Paths of pleasure.

Rose meets Azusa’s driving rhythm beat to beat as he starts to move faster, his hardness filling her. Everything but her need is stripping away, nothing else matters at the moment but Azusa holding her and shoving his shaft into her deep dampness. Melting around him, she gives in to the waves turning into tides, sailing to the sea of yearning and bliss.

“You’re moaning… do you like it?”

Hips bucking, length jerking, Azusa keeps plundering into Rose. Her inner walls ripple against him, quaking and trembling as the tension builds up more and more. Her hips meeting his strokes eagerly, fueled by her own passion, she locks her legs around him and holds him captive to her craving. Each shove is deep and possessive, telling her to whom she belongs.

• A commission artwork by Yuma Mukami Garden God •

• Full Uncensored Artwork, Here •

“Are you feeling… good, Rose? I am… haa…”

As Azusa keeps going, Rose is hauled further and further in the storming sea of gratification. Her body vibrates in response to every single waving buck of hips, her toes curling, back arching as the whirlpool of pleasure catches her and all of her cells awash with overlapping tidal waves of contentment and satisfaction. Her heart pounds and her muscles quiver while the Milky Way sparkles over her ocean as she cums in cascading waves.

But the sea is wide as Azusa keeps sailing with Rose. Pressing her tight against the wall, he groans her name into her ear with each shove, increasing his pace.

Until.

He stops.

The seeds of love shots into the depths of the hidden well at the exact instant as his fangs sink through the column of Rose’s neck. Her life guttering into him like his flows into her. And for a moment they are one.

“Rose… I wish… you knew… how much… I love you.”

Rose smiles, panting as Azusa lets her feet land on the floor. “I do know, Azusa.” Cupping his cheeks, she gazes at him. Her bosom heaves at the pace of her still heavy breathing. “I love you so much too.”

No words are needed as Azusa kisses her again, carrying her into another realm with his lips.

The realm that belongs only to them.

- End -

Thank you for reading. 📖🌹

• Artwork by Alluraalteal •

[yuriko-mukami]

The Kitsune Lore

These posts are written together with @nalia-tsukino and @ruki-mukami-dl (vampire parts). It is a mix of actual kitsune legends, Diabolik Lovers' lore, and things we have come up with on our own. It is used as a base for Yuriko's canon story and both Rukiko and YuuNa RP stories. It is also the backstory both Nalia's admin and I use for our RPs on Tumblr. Nalia also has her own Celtic Fox lore. You can read more about it on her blog.

🌙 Kitsune Characters in Yuriko's World and Story

🌙 The History of the Kitsune

🌙 Looks

🌙 Blood & Skills

🌙 Star Pearls

🌙 Sexual Energy and Mating Season

🌙 Offspring

🌙 How to Reveal a Kitsune Who Is in a Human Form

🌙 Facts & Trivia

[nalia-tsukino]

Let's go rebel, Ohimesama~

I locked my heart,

but you found the hidden key.

You broke my barriers apart,

and set my soul free.

Now I am your knight in shining armor,

your one and only mate.

Serving you will be an honor,

undoubtedly you are my fate.

A dream came true,

Ohimesama, I love you.

OMIGOSH!!! THE FIRST SHIMIKO DRAWING!!! I LOVE IT SO MUCH!!! 🥹💕😭💕💛

Art made by @cutelih

Poem written by @nalia-tsukino

Himiko Kitsui belongs to @yuriko-mukami

Shinji Homura belongs to @nalia-tsukino

PLEASE DO NOT USE OR REPOST!!!

REBLOG IS ALLOWED AND WELCOME~

[ruki-mukami-dl]

HIS VERY OWN

Yuriko's admin (@yuriko-mukami) and I (@ruki-mukami-dl) have been writing Yuriko's and Ruki's story since January 2022.

Due to the roleplay writing style and the enormous length/word count, we decided to keep the original writing private.

However, we wanted to give you an insight into Rukiko's world and will now gradually post summaries of His Very Own. This post is the masterlist in which we will link all the summaries.

We are still continuing the story and hope that we can do this for a long time. Enjoy reading~

DARK

💙 [Prologue]

💙 [01]

💙 [02]

💙 [03]

💙 [04]

💙 [05]

💙 [06]

💙 [07]

💙 [08]

💙 [09]

💙 [10]

💙 [Epilogue]

MANIAC

💕 [Prologue]

💕 [01]

💕 [02]

💕 [03]

💕 [04]

💕 [05]

💕 [06]

💕 [07]

💕 [08]

💕 [09]

💕 [10]

💕 [Epilogue]

ECSTASY

🖤 [Prologue]

🖤 [01]

🖤 [02]

🖤 [03]

🖤 [04]

🖤 [05]

🖤 [06]

🖤 [07]

🖤 [08]

🖤 [09]

🖤 [10]

🖤 [Epilogue]

ENDING

[Vampire Ending]

[After Story]

Story written by @yuriko-mukami and @ruki-mukami-dl

Art made by @yuriko-mukami

Summaries written by @ruki-mukami-dl

PLEASE DO NOT USE OR REPOST!!! REBLOG IS ALLOWED AND WELCOME~

[yuuto-tsukino]

Ruki held Yuriko's hand tightly in his when he entered Yuuto's and Nalia's living room together with her. For a brief moment he remembered last year. Back then, they were celebrating in Yuuto's tiny apartment. So much had happened in one year...

Focusing on the present again, Ruki stepped forward and patted Yuuto's shoulder while smiling kindly at him. "Happy birthday, Yuuto."

After the brotherly gesture, the vampire took out a gift wrapped in dark blue wrapping paper. "Yuriko informed me about what movie you watched together last year. Very interesting choice, by the way."

No idea how she made him watch such a movie...

"Well, I am happy to help you quench your thirst for knowledge and tell you more about vampires." Grinning, Ruki handed over the nice looking package. "Bram Stoker might help you with this as well."

A hearty laugh escaped his throat. "Just kidding. Dracula is very well written. Great work of literature that everyone should have read once."

Lovingly, Ruki wrapped his arm around Yuriko's waist, but kept his eyes on Yuuto. "I am sure you appreciate good reading and will enjoy the book."

Yuuto nodded as Ruki walked in with Yuriko. It was kind of nice that the Vampire had wanted to come to visit him today with his sister, yet Yuuto couldn't wait the evening he would have alone time with his wife.

Still, Yuuto remembered that Ruki and Yuriko had visited him last year too. Back then things had been very different. Who would have thought how everything had turned out in a year?

Nodding again, Yuuto returned Ruki's gesture and patted his shoulder too. It seemed he was in somewhat friendly acquaintance with a Vampire now.

"Thanks, Ruki." Yuuto took the present, noting that the color of the paper was to his liking. Perhaps Yuriko had told something. Yet, he couldn't help but be puzzled when Ruki mentioned that Yuriko had blabbered about a completely different matter. "Huh? She told you that? It was her choice, not mine. You should know how little siblings are. When they insist somethin'..." Yuuto frowned theatrically.

Unbelievable and also a bit embarrassing that Yuriko had mentioned Moon Child to Ruki. Yuuto scratched his head. "Well, I gotta know what I'm dealin' with." He chuckled.

Starting to unwrap the gift, Yuuto listened to Ruki. "Bram Stoker? You mean Dracula?" He pulled the book out, gazing at the cover. "I'll look into this. Thanks, Ruki. I do enjoy good books."

Yuuto glanced at Yuriko who was beaming next to Ruki. "You two have made collusion to inform me 'bout the Vampires, haven't you?

@ruki-mukami-dl

@yuriko-mukami

[lizzheartss]

r o l e c o n t i n u a t i o n

pt.3

pt.1 / pt.2 /

with : @yuriko-tsukino-rp , hii! this is going lovely its so fun doing roleplay with you! <<33

Liz couldn’t believe her eyes, kistunes did have fire power, but war talk never scared the previous ones she met, Yuriko was somehow, different.

normally Kistunes are playful, brute and sly, Yuriko was really one of a kind, those gold irises almost had Liz flinched ,she had strong powers leaning in her veins, however, holding back such strong emotions and powers that can cause apocalyptic-like fires, wasn’t a nothing.

this has gotten out of hand, and Liz knew that Ruki was cold, so she wasn’t so wrong after all, Karlheinz knew this she was sure, he knew how Ruki would have reacted, yet somehow he had the nerve of sending her, when will that man stop giving such unpleasant surprises? Not to mention he still was keeping that rude speech, how shameful for an ex-aristocrat.

“you must warn me? makes me giggle, how selfish and self centred of you to expect that a respectable high in society Lady like me would fear you, let me give you a piece of advice, if you really thought that your adoptive father which is also the king of all demons would have shared his own plans with nothing less than an adopted child, you are out of your mind, and you haven’t grown up yet, learn how society works, then you’ll be able to enter the politic functions and how they work around the clans” Liz said as her head tilted angrily while her lips abruptly moved.

Liz crossed arms, taking a deep breath.

“and for clarification, i require your knowings, Karlheinz requires your presence, you want a written proof? You got it, i will make sure you get your silly, colored written card where you can see his own writing, if thats what you want” Liz said smirking while stepping slowly to his direction, almost making fun of him.

i should contain myself, someone with my title shouldn’t play like this, just too funny.

Liz continued to study Yuriko’s reactions, maybe she shouldn’t have said anything about her plans, just as Karlheinz said, the less they know, the better.

well she refused her offer, and they were leaving, Liz wasn’t going to force Yuriko, she was in a weak state right now.but it was planned, Liz was going to present herself at their house, well from what she knows is common, those Sakamaki Dudes and the Mukamis always did such things, Liz took out her phone from the back pocket of her miniskirt.as Liz digited in her phone’s screen she could feel Yuriko looking at her back while heading out, maybe she felt bad? Well Liz was a respectable vampire she had to give her a proper apology.

but thats for later, Liz opened the little green app and digited Karlheinz’s phone number, means one of the zillions of phone numbers he created followed by all the identifies he had, god what a man.Liz brought her phone near her left ear hearing the ringing soft sound, finally he picked up the phone.

“you were right after all, he did get suspicious, i don’t even think i need to rent out how his shameful and rude tone made him appear as someone so disagreeable”Liz said trying to contain her anger, that speech was really something.

“Well, perhaps you should have listened to my words? I shall notice you did already since that obnoxious nuclear bomb threat would’ve witnessed an altercation way more complicated than a common war” that man always talked as flawless as a lion. Look at how he was teasing Liz.

Liz rolled her eyes, she knew he was right, but she knew too that she wasn’t one that didn’t accept defeat.“you won this round Karlheinz, you made your move, now its my turn, i’m gonna need the adress, seems like your little non biological child wants a proof of your words” Liz said looking back at the door they exited just a minute ago.

“Of course, i will make sure you have the invitations and their adress, i shall now take my leave, lets hope you’re in luck.” He closed the phone.

Liz crossed her arms once again, this was going to be more difficult than what it seemed.

A black shiny expensive car pulled over the Mukami mansion, who could it be if not Liz? From the front door an old black dressed butler came out to open one of the backseats doors, he pulled the shiny handle with the dressed hand by a black glove.

Liz sticked out her leg as the butler picked her hand to help her getting out of the car, Liz watched the mansion as she got up, victorian architecture is quite famous in the vampire clan, unlike the tacky, baroque styled mansion where she lived their house was way more minimal, dead colors and mainly used stoned and black oak roofs.

the cancel that separated Liz and the house was tall, surrounded by stone walls, and it was black metal, it had spiked tops and an entrance.

Liz was used to see gold and shiny crystals everywhere around her house, this one seemed elegant but yet colorless. Enough with the analyzing we have an invitation to deliver.

Liz’s butler came ahead to open the cancel’s door for her as she stood behind him.

“Would you like me to join you, Miss?” his low voice said as he watched the ground.

“i got this, wait for me” Liz said entering the cancel, the garden was pretty, green and lively, her velvet black boots made noise as the heel touched the ground, maybe they already heard her? There she was in front of the door, a tall dark brown door with a golden handle.

Liz knocked 3 times as she stayed crossed arms.

[mermaid--bride]

CHARACTER QUIRKS & HABITS

BOLD what applies. ITALICIZE what sometimes applies. STRIKE what doesn’t. REPOST & DON’T REBLOG.

likes artificial watermelon, sleeps in what they are already wearing, eats their cereal with milk, listens to music with earbuds, hates the summer, can recite passed the first four digits of pi, eats frosting out of the jar, doodles on their notebooks, can bake cookies, has a garden farm, has had a snowball fight, eats pancakes without syrup, prefers shorts over pants, can name more than ten superheroes, has a plan for the zombie apocalypse, uses the same password for everything, can’t hold their breath for more than fifteen seconds, watches anime, hasn’t read harry potter, can say ‘i love you‘ in more than one language, prefers mechanical pencils, thinks space is cool, takes personality tests more than once to make sure, can’t tie their shoelaces, has a purse, likes salads, likes cool colors better than warm colors, knows how to braid hair, reads biographies, can ice skate, knows their mbti, reads astrology charts, prefers the star wars prequels to the original trilogy, plays video games, reads the newspaper, likes chocolate ice cream best, doesn’t cuss, memorizes song lyrics, collects coupons, has a preferred order at starbucks, likes movie theater popcorn, has seen a play, listens to music with headphones, owns a hoodie, would rather own cds than online copies, has written a poem, can shuffle cards, subscribes to a magazine, double dips when eating, drinks directly out of the milk container, keeps a journal

Tagged by @yuriko-tsukino-rp​ @nalia-wagner-rp​ and @ruki-mukami-dl​​

Tagging @askazusablog​

[hanagormley]

The Second Quiz: Results

“My, my! It seems that people did better on this quiz than the last. I’m very proud of everyone~! But prepared, for the next subject will be about the Sengoku Period of Japan. Here’s the general overview of the results.”

People who got an A: 5

People who got a B: 4

People who got a C: 1

People who got an F: 1

“Perhaps I made the quiz too easy...or you actually studied thoroughly. Although...I did get a duplicate exam that has a bizarre aura about it...like if it was submitted through a rip and space and time. In any case, unless you failed you won’t be need to see me after class. I will give you back the answer key, then go around the class and hand back your paper.”

Answer Key: 

Cat Fugue

True

Orpheus

3

Because it could predate Vivaldi's visitation to Mantua's court in 1718/It could’ve been written in 1716 - 1717

Unknown and/or All of the Above

True

1397/14th Century

Toccata and Fugue in D Minor

A commentary of Jesus Christ's life

[slithers from behind her desk and hands back exams]

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Rei Sakamaki - 10/10 (A)

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Sharon Won - 8/10 (B) “Nice Job!” @strawberry--bride

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Ruki Mukami - 8/10 (B) - “Your exam had a bizarre aura to it” @ask-ruki-mukami

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Yui Komori - 7/10 (C) “Getting better!” @yui--komori​

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Yuriko Tsukino - 8/10 (B) “Most Improved!” @yuriko-tsukino-rp​

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Irina Avenel - 8/10 (B) @iricathel​

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Josephine Ako - 5/10 (F) “See me after class” @thatonefrenchwitch

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Ruki Mukami - 10/10 (A) “There was an another exam with your name on it, but I think I figured out the issue” @ruki--mukami

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Scarlett Wakahisa - 9/10 (A) “You have your seat back.” @kindan-no-kanojo

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Nunnally Sakamaki - 10/10 (A) “Please don’t put anything more than your name on the name section, ma’am” @lured-into-wonderland

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Caria Baris - 10/10 (A) “Good Job!” @cursed--requiem​ 

“Anyway, I hope you all have a wonderful summer! This heat wave is quite pleasant, so enjoy it while it lasts! You’re dismissed.”

[strawberry--bride]

[A small pink package arrived to the Sakamaki manor. There was Sharon's name written over it and a big red ribbon right next to it. A tiny greeting card was hanging from the ribbon.

Merry Christmas, Sharon-chan! You have been a really great friend this year, thank you for everything. Ruki and I got a little something for you. I hope you'll like it. - Yuriko & Ruki ( @ruki--mukami )

When Sharon opened the package there was a cook book for strawberry sweets in it.]

[Sharon carefully opened the package, her lips naturally curving upwards into a bright smile while she read the wonderful message that came with it.]

Yuriko-chan, Ruki-kun...How sweet of them.

*Flip*

Wow! There's so many great recipes inside this book! I can't wait to try them out! ーー Oh! I know! I should make something for the two of them!

[seaoflove07]

Cravings in the Dawn🌹

• A commission artwork by Lesyarei •

Oc x Canon.

Characters: Azusa Mukami & Christine Melendez. (Rose)

A commission Fan Fiction Written by @afi-writes @afi-mukami

Author Oc @yuriko-mukami

Fandom: Diabolik Lovers.

🔞⚠️⚠️ NSFW, Not for Minors! ⚠️⚠️🔞

Note: I can't bring myself to write my own smut. 😅 So I'm glad there are writers who do steamy commissions.

I did give the dialogue to the writer and the rest she poured her magic with her style.📝 🔥🔪🌹

The pinkish hue spreads through the sky just above the high trees, the first cue of the morning. Christine has been watching the dark sky for a while now, tossing and turning every now and then. Now light dangles into the room, caressing the rosy curtains and bedsheets with its sparkles. No way Christine can fall asleep this morning, not when every nerve in her body tickles. There is this deep yearning rising in her, pulsing through her veins, demanding attention.

The arms locked around Christine aren’t truly helping the situation. Especially not when Azusa nuzzles her locks in his slumber, his scent of fruity black tea with a hint of flowers sailing in as Christine draws breath.

Five days.

For five days without making love to the man who lays next to her. A sigh presses past Christine’s lips. Five days full of work for Karlheinz’s plans. Five days full of chores in the mansion. Five days hitting the bed in the brick of dawn and passing out from exhaustion.

Yet now, Christine is wide awake, feeling how neediness courses through her body. Such a wrong timing.

Azusa lets out a soft mumble while Christine’s gaze embraces him. He has worked so hard, deserving every ounce of rest he can get. Not wanting to disturb him, Christine sneaks from under his arms gradually. Another mumble, an arm tugging a pillow, hugging it instead. An adorable sight.

But adorable isn’t what Christine would need now. Not even the long bath earlier has shaken the throbbing need away. Slightly annoyed by her urges, Christine grabs a silk robe from the backrest of a chair and wraps it around her. Even though the fabric is light, its touch on her skin is enough to send shivers all over. Oh, she would need so much more. Drawing a breath, she pushes the longing aside and heads for the kitchen. Perhaps a glass of water can cool her down.

But this isn’t a lucky morning for Christine. Of course, the water couldn’t help her. Heading back, yet another sigh vibrates through Christine. She reaches for the doorknob, but it escapes her fingers just when she’s about to grab it. Lifting her gaze, she meets the eyes that bore through her full of worry and anxiousness.

A second passes, perhaps two. Cold fingers grip around Christine’s wrist, and Azusa hauls her into the room, slamming the door shut.

“Azu, what’s the matter?” The question jumps off Christine’s lips.

“When I woke up…” Darkness slithers into Azusa’s eyes and he only firms his hold. “...you weren’t there near me in the bed… Or rather… you weren’t around… in the room at all... I feared that you might… have abandoned me...and had left me... Just thinking about it… It got me feeling… very sad… and incredibly scared...”

“Azu…” Slowly, Christine pulls her wrist from Azusa’s fingers only to lean in and cup his icy cheeks. “I will never leave you because I love you.”

But Azusa’s gaze is like the one of a hurt animal. “Then why… did you leave the room… without telling me…!?” His usually sluggish tone of voice pitches higher.

Christine shifts in front of him. “You were still sleeping, and I didn't want to wake you up.” She allows a tiny sigh to leave her mouth again. “I couldn't sleep. So… I went to the kitchen to drink a glass of water.”

“Really…?” Confusion wafts over Azusa’s face. Yet it is soon twisted into suspiciousness. “Or you might be using that… as an excuse for me… to lower my guard...then use that opportunity… to run away and leave me…”

“Azusa stop!” Christine frowns, staring at her love. “You need to learn to trust me. I haven't given you any reason to think that I'll leave you for someone else.” So frustrating! Always this! Always! Why can’t Azusa see how much she loves him? Why can’t he trust that she will stay? Stomping her feet on the carpet, Christine gives the man a final glare. “I'm done talking to you, I'm going to bed now.”

“Wait!” Azusa’s voice is almost insinuating with desperation.

But Christine doesn’t mind. She has gotten enough of this. Turning her back, she refuses to answer. The bed is calling for her.

The next step is never taken.

“Don't you turn your back on me…! I’m not done talking to you yet...!” Azusa seizes Christine’s shoulders, his fingertips digging into her skin as he turns her around so fast, that her head is spinning for a moment. But only for a moment, for the reliant lips capture hers.

“Azusa, no…” Christine shoves Azusa’s chest, breaking the smooch and forcing a whine out of the Vampire. “I want you to trust me…”

For a while, nothing is being said. The couple stares at each other and the silence is thick between them.

Azusa shifts as if he is feeling physically uncomfortable. “It’s hard, Rose… especially when I know… that other men want you…”

His anxiety is kicking in, isn’t it? Christine locks her gaze with Azusa’s while she lets her robe slide off her shoulders and onto the floor. Lifting her hands, she tugs the straps of her nightgown until they run down her upper arms. With a sway of her hips, she allows the piece of garment to drop and pile around her ankles.

“Azu…” Without a hurry, Christine steps out of the nightgown and brings her hands on her curves. There is fire in her loins and desire in her belly. “...you have had my body many times. But…” She slithers her fingers under the waist of her lace pink thong. “...I want you to know.” She draws the lingerie down little by little revealing everything as the ache between her thighs grows more and more insistent. “I'm still yours. My heart and body will always be yours.”

As Azusa’s eyes caress her with lusting, invisible fingers, Christine steps closer. He is all she wants; all she can think of. “My body craves you… Azu…” She sinks into his eyes, and the wet heat flares in her. Lust burns in her brain and she can concentrate on nothing else. “Please… make love to me…”

Azusa swallows. “Rose…”

For a tiny while Azusa’s eyes settle on Christine’s breasts. Just a moment later, he lifts his hand and starts to unbutton his shirt. One by one, the fastenings drop open, baring his chest to Christine’s waiting gaze. He drops the piece of clothing on the floor, and with a swift movement, he scoops her up and carries her through the room, tossing her on the bed so hastily that her head sinks into the pillow. She doesn’t even have time to dampen her lips with her tongue before he is over her, showering kisses on her.

The smooches take over Christine’s senses as she sinks into bliss along with them. Trembles course through her as Azusa takes her lips with his own. So all-consuming. It’s impossible to resist the pull of passion that draws them both in. The kiss is hard, then soft and hard again, coming like waves to the shore, making her blood pulse in her veins with a scarlet web of desire.

Finally, Azusa breaks the kiss and tugs Christine’s bottom lip, scraping it with his peeking fangs. A metallic inkling of a taste wafts onto her tongue, a cue of her own blood. Azusa’s mouth moves down to Christine’s slender throat, his teeth finding the column of her neck and piercing it. The white pain strikes her mind, and she can’t hold back a whine that pushes past her lips.

“Sing more… for me, Rose…” Azusa traces Christine’s side while he focuses on sucking her blood. Releasing a moan, he licks over the bite mark and fishes the last drops of the delicious liquid of life before moving down.

When Azusa’s breath breezes over Christine’s skin, her nipples perk up from the mere thought of what is to come. A cry escapes her when his fangs thrust into the ample flesh of her mound. Drawing blood once more, Azusa caresses her other breast and toys with its hardened peak, gliding his thumb over the nub. Combined with the bite, the sensation hauls Christine into a mixture of sweet pain and luscious pleasure.

As if asking forgiveness, Azusa kisses the reddish bite, tracing the mound until he reaches the stout bud. Flicking over it, he forces a whine out of Christine. Grazing with his fangs, he sucks the nub into his mouth and whirls his tongue around it. Shivers run down Christine’s spine, and she squirms under her lover, wailing.

Releasing the bud, Azusa captures the other and gives it the same treatment. More laments of lust escape to the air while yearning ignites deep within Christine.

“Your voice… spurs me on…” Azusa breathes against the nipple. “Rose… let me hear… more…” He inches closer, sinking his fangs into the soft flesh of Christine’s breast. Squealing, she laces her fingers with his hair, presses his head closer, and arches her back to meet his lips and fangs again and again.

And that is only the start of their tingling tango of delight and desperation. Azusa’s fangs find all the sensitive spots of Christine’s, for he knows them well. The mouthwatering scrunch of her upper arm, the cushiony of her waist and belly, the bounciness of her thigh. With each bite, comes a mark of ownership, a sign of love and dedication like no other, painted with pain like proof of life. The perfection the couple only shares with one another and no one else, raw need meeting pure desire.

Heat uncurls in Christine’s abdomen, the urgent need that demands more. She thrills at the thought of Azusa moving inside her.

“Azu…” A quivering whisper. Christine craves more, her body flaring with fervor and mind hazing with urge old as time. This man, this love is all she needs. Meandering under him, she calls him to take what belongs rightfully to him, teases him with the promise of delight.

“Rose… your scent…” Azusa showers Christine’s stomach with thousands of smooches. “...it is… like a garden… My own… rose garden…”

Releasing his grasp, Azusa shoves his pajama pants down along with his underwear as if a cue that Christine’s carnal desire will no longer be denied. He kicks the clothes off the edge of the bed. “You are mine, Rose… I will not hand you over… to anyone…”

Azusa seizes Christine by her waist and flips her over. Her cheek meets the pillow, sinking into it as she wheezes. Just a moment later, Azusa’s fingers entangle with her hair while he buries his nose in it and breathes her in. As he kisses down her nape, his breath is ragged in her ears. He traces her skin, enlacing his fingers with her hair and tugging gently while keeping his other hand on her shoulder blade and scraping her neck.

The soft pecks of his lips on her spine are ever-so-gently. Yet, the possessive desperation lingers between the couple and paints every touch, every lungful of air.

Nuzzling Christine’s spine, Azusa presses another series of smooches on it and inhales deeply. “Your scent… Rose… It’s intoxicating…”

Christine loves to hear Azusa’s sweet words. He clenches his hand in her hair, his digits delving into it for a while before he slides his fingers down her back, cherishing every inch of her skin.

Soft moans of satisfaction sail out of Christine as Azusa holds her waist and caresses the small of her back with his mouth. She can’t help but sway her bottom for him, and he answers the cue, hauling is closer and covering the buttocks with kisses as well while palming the squeezy flesh over and over again.

The fangs puncture Christine’s buttock, forcing a lament out of her. Azusa can’t resist suckling even more of her sweet liquid of life. Her palm meets the headboard of the bed, fingers scratching it as Azusa moves south while his hand reaches the apex of her thighs; the tip of his finger dips in followed by a moist draining sound.

“Rose, you are… so wet… for me…” Azusa’s words vibrate against Christine’s skin just before his tongue glides to the valley between her thighs, savoring the sweet cavern. At the same time, he lets his digit sneak past her pearly gates, sinking in and retreating again. He works his fingers into her once more, igniting her. Her body vibrates in response, and she bites back a whimper.

Azusa’s swirling fingers spread Christine wide, spreading her wetness all over her rosy petals. Curling his digits, he provokes more muffled moans out of her, inflaming her veins with gratification. Kissing and licking, Azusa traces Christine’s swollen folds. She opens for him like a flower as he inches his fingers out only to slash his tongue inside, working her entrance, driving her wild. The sensation locks her in the prison of desires, moistness spreading on her thighs with each delicate flick while his digits reach her already throbbing nub of pleasures.

Christine’s breath comes in soft pants as Azusa’s fingers keep stroking her, sending her into shivers of ecstasy. Her clit cries out for him, her back arches and her fingers clench the blanket as if it is the only thing that keeps her in this realm while he drinks deep from her candied well of bliss. Again and again, bold swipes of his tongue send her spinning in the whirlpool of sacred sensations.

“You taste… so good, Rose…” Kissing her entrance, Azusa slides his tongue toward Christine’s buttocks, snaking its way between them and forcing yet another whimper past her lips. She tenses for the unfamiliar sensation as Azusa tests the new waters, a soggy lick probing the opening he hasn’t conquered yet.

Shivering, Christine squeezes the blanket. What is this? But the protest dies on her lips as Azusa keeps going, kissing and lapping with relish. Small drifts turn into tidal waves of delight, taking Christine beyond reason. Whimpering, she surrenders while Azusa’s tongue wins over her confusion and his thumb dances over her pulsing pearl.

“Every part of… you is mine…” The whisper vibrates against Christine’s buttock, and right after the wet tip of Azusa’s tongue gives her another thrill of rapture.

• Full Uncensored Artwork, Here •

Wailing, Christine grasps the blanket under her and instinctively tugs it into her mouth, stifling her voice. If anything, that drives Azusa further, and his tongue starts to tantalize and tease her whilst his stroking and petting on her glossy bud never stops. She writhes against his hand and the tongue that slips in, tormenting her ever-so-sweetly.

Almost losing herself to the pleasure, Christine shifts her hips adapting to Azusa’s moves. Rapture shoots through her at his touch and tortured moans squeeze from her mouth. If this doesn’t stop soon, she will come apart right here and now. Her moans break through, echoing through the room… and just then, Azusa’s fingers withdraw, and his tongue leaves a wet trail on her bottom.

“No! Azu, please! Don’t stop!” Christine’s cries of yearning cut the air.

“We should… cum together, Rose.”

As Christine wails and heaves, Azusa collects her into his arms, supporting her against his chest. She can’t help the trembles that dash through her muscles from both exhaustion and eagerness.

Nuzzling Christine’s nape, Azusa nibbles it with the peaks of his fangs only. His mouth tells her without words how loved she is. He grabs her chin, gently tilting her head to captivate her lips and lock her into a prison of smooches. The earth-shattering kisses sail into Christine’s heart, for they are not only because of lust but adornment as well. Like Cupid’s arrow into her chest, Azusa’s lips speak a language of their own in a long and leisurely manner.

I love you.

I need you.

I’ll never let go of you.

Spoken words aren’t needed. In silence, they flow from one another as an endless stream that binds them together.

While they kiss open-mouthed, Azusa grinds his erection against Christine’s backside. It slides across her folds, and she can feel how ready he is to take her, to show her to whom she belongs. Nudging her dampened petals, he briefly pauses at her pearly gates, then pushes them wide and shoves his length into her core. Heat meets coldness, creating an inferno spiced with an ice storm.

Azusa sighs with satisfaction as his hardness fills Christine, stripping away everything but her need for him. He places one hand on Christine’s hip, holding her there as he hits the deepest parts of her. For a moment, he breaks the kiss and bites her lower lip, drawing a drip of blood. The wound is sealed fast but the swollen sensation doesn’t leave Christine while the couple sinks into the dance of smooches and bounces. Her body molds against his, as she enjoys the coldness of his skin and the roughness of his thrusts.

“Rose…” Azusa’s breath whispers over Christine’s lips. He ravishes her body while kissing her over and over, pushing all else from her mind. His kiss is full of possessiveness, greedy for even more.

Christine groans into Azusa’s mouth while he claims hers again and again, his lips crushing against hers. They gasp, moan, and writhe while the sun rises above the trees and paints the room with a golden hue of rosy pink. To kiss Azusa like this forever would not be long enough.

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Christine cherishes the feel of his tongue rubbing hers and can’t help but suck it, enjoying the suction. He’s in her, filling her completely. Not just her body but her mind and soul as well.

Azusa’s hands are cool but demand more and more from Christine. Her breasts bounce with each thrust and the golden cross along with them, hitting her chest every time. He cups her mound, squeezing and caressing it. Gently at first, then rougher. His thumb rasps against her hardened nipple, and soon, he can’t resist the urge to roll and pinch the aching bud, forcing out wailing moans from Christine but only to muffle those with his smooches.

They pant in pleasure, lost in heat as they move together as one. Azusa presses harder into her, deeper, filling Christine up with his cock. Her pussy tightens around him as his length pierces her from behind over and over again. As she stretches and melds, clenching him, he releases a hungry moan into her mouth. His harsh, rough strokes rock her body while they merge, lips on lips.

“Rose… you are…” Azusa pants onto Christine’s lips. “...mine…”

Trapped between torment and ecstasy, Christine’s inner walls ripple against Azusa. He slows down but only to hasten his pace again. Pounding into her depths, he groans, almost growls into their kisses.

Christine’s whole body is on fire with bliss. Her toes curl and her back arches as the waves come, sizzling through every part of her. Azusa’s steely bouncing sends her toward the edge as he pulses in her, making gratification rocket along her veins. He clasps her hips with both hands, pulling her hard into his final thrust, and at the same moment, a soul-shattering orgasm robs Christine of her senses. Azusa’s jerking shaft gushes into her, and his growls of pleasure mingle with her laments. His body tenses as he pours his load deep into her, unleashing his love and melting in her heat.

As he wraps both arms around Christine, Azusa stays inside, letting her milk him while nuzzling her nape through her sweaty hair. “Rose… I love you… so much…”

- End -

Thank you for reading. 📖 🌹

• Artwork by Alluraalteal •

[seaoflove07]

Prompt 6: Kiss

~ Diabolik Otp Challenge ~

by @yuriko-mukami

• All Azusa & Rose arts are commissioned artworks by @dlyuiannii •

Her Instagram: Here

CG from Rejet.

Short Fan Fiction is written by Me.

(I added a mix of a little poetic style in the writing) I couldn't help myself with this one. 🙈

Walking through the hallway, on my way to see my lover. I’m wearing a pretty pink tight dress. I wanted to look good for him.

As I keep walking, I hear footsteps behind me.

I stop.

I was about to turn around, but he hugged me from behind.

“My Rose…” He said.

“I couldn't wait… any longer…”

He pins me against the wall

I thought he was gonna sink his fangs into my skin. But instead, his lips were kissing my shoulder.

I move a little to look at him, He stares back at me.

• Artwork by @dlyuiannii •

I am lost in those Lavender Eyes.

I can feel my cheeks flushed, and I can see his cheeks flushed as well.

Is he lost in my eyes too?

I can feel a thousand butterflies in my stomach.

Is he feeling those butterflies too?

He cups my cheek

“Rose…” He said.

“I feel tingles… all over my body…

What my heart feels for you...

Is gigantic...

I was cold... and you sheltered me…

Thanks to you… today I'm happy…

I love you… my precious… Rose… forever…”

I whisper “I love you too, Azu.”

Words can't describe, how much I truly love him.

I pressed my lips on his.

His lips responded immediately.

• Artwork by @dlyuiannii •

Every time we kiss, we mix our feelings.

Like Romeo and Juliet,

We devour each other completely.

• Artwork by @dlyuiannii •

- END -

Thank you for reading. 📖🌹

• Artwork by Alluraalteal •

Divider: Here

Song for the Scene:

[seaoflove07]

Fan Fiction Masterlist.

“… Rose, even if… I burn for this love… I will never… let you go...”

• Artwork by The Drawables •

Full artwork, Here.

🌹 Oc x Canon. 🔪 Oc Introduction, Here.

I edit some of my old fictions and some end up deleted. I plan on writing more so I wanted to put everything here to be more organized.

Azusa and Christine’s Story:

~ Story Description.

~ Love Planted a Rose. 🌹

Fluff and Romantic:

~ You are just like this rose.

~ Arcade Date.

~ Hot Springs.

~ Ballroom Event.

~ Prompt 6: Kiss.

~ Be my Valentine.

~ Prompt 30: Sweet Moment.

Poems:

~ On this Christmas Night.

~ The Moon was our Witness.

~ Midnight Sea.

~ The Bloody Knife & Rose.

NSFW:

Written by @afi-mukami

~ Their Deep Waters.

~ Cravings in the Dawn.

Special Events:

By @yuriko-mukami Written by @afi-writes

~ Yuriko’s Beach Diary.

~ Yule with the Mukami’s.

~ Shopping Tour.

Headcanons:

~ Christine & Ari Friendship.

~ Rosey & Christine Friendship.

• Artwork by Kkirisakiss •

[yuriko-mukami]

It’s a…!

The story is based on a private RP and written together with @ruki-mukami-dl and @nalia-tsukino (thank you for portraying doctor Kageyama Takeo).

The gel on Yuriko’s lower belly was as cold as ever, making her shiver slightly. Or perhaps, there was another reason for her quivering after all. What if something was wrong? She had been feeling okay, but there was always a chance that everything wouldn’t go well… and with such a special baby. There weren’t many Vampire-Kitsune hybrids, weren’t there?

Holding Ruki’s hand, Yuriko didn’t voice out her worries. They had talked about this before, with the doctor, Kageyama Takeo, too. The man would have told them if there was a problem. So, Yuriko inhaled, focusing her gaze on the screen with the black and white view.

Such tiny feet and hands. Last time, the baby had looked more like a scrimp, but now, the human form was clear. Not a fox but a human.

Thump thump. Thump thump. Thump thump.

The steady sound of the bouncing heart. Ruki was able to hear it if he pressed his ear on Yuriko’s belly, but she could only listen to this song of life here.

Thump thump. Thump thump. Thump thump.

“Everything is well with the baby. The size is perfect, too.” The doctor's voice sailed into Yuriko’s ears, but she didn’t move her gaze from the screen. “Would you like to know the gender?”

Slowly, Ruki turned his head. The storm of his eyes glued to Yuriko as he squeezed her hand a bit too roughly. Yuriko didn’t mention it, for her heart had just become jumpy. The blue-gray depth moved back to the monitor. “I’d like to know.”

“Umh… me too.” Yuriko’s words wavered in her own ears as well, but she confirmed them with a nod. Of course, it didn’t matter if the baby was a boy or a girl. Still, she couldn’t help but be curious.

Ruki was already staring at the screen, leaning in a bit with a frown between his brows as if he had sunk deep into his thoughts.

“Since you both agree…” The doctor cleared his throat. “As you can see here…”

Yuriko lifted her glasses a bit but didn’t dare to move otherwise. Even with the doctor explaining everything, she couldn’t see any indicator of either boy or girl. She could only take his word for it, but of course, she trusted this man.

“So, in spring, you will be welcoming home a baby girl.”

A baby girl.

Yuriko’s heart hopped, and she couldn’t prevent her lips from curling as she searched for Ruki’s gaze. He looked calm and collected as if the information did not affect him.

Thump thump. Thump thump. Thump thump.

For a moment, there was nothing else. The heart kept singing. And then… a grin. Wider than Yuriko had ever seen on Ruki’s face. His gaze had turned inwards, yet his beaming radiated through the room, lighting it bright.

Ruki blinked, his smile settling down a little. "Now, we know. That's good. Then we can buy things for a girl." He laced his fingers with Yuriko’s, clenching her hand gentler this time. "The gender doesn't matter. But it's useful to know."

Yuriko tilted her head. “Yeah… the gender doesn’t matter.

But a girl. That was something. Yuriko decided then and there that she would not be like her mother. She would make sure that this girl would have attention and love as much as she would be able to give her.

The library bedroom was quiet. Yuriko stretched her arms and yawned, the familiar drowsiness sneaking into her muscles and mind.

“Did you put the photo in your purse?” Ruki adjusted his new, blue blazer Yuriko had gotten for him just a few days ago.

“Mhm… It’s right there… You can take it out.” She pulled off her cardigan. A nap would be perfect at the moment, but she could have a snack, too. Perhaps a bit of sleeping first and then eating… hmm…

“Look at her. She is perfect.”

Turning around, Yuriko blinked. There it was again: the grin. She inched closer, leaning in as Ruki held the ultrasound picture. A smile broke out of Yuriko. “Yes, our beautiful little girl.”

“We should frame this and put it in her room.” Ruki brushed Yuriko’s cheek.

Yuriko nodded. “Or in…” A yawn vibrated out of her. “...ours…”

Ruki put the photo on the table and glanced at Yuriko. “Sleepy again?”

The Kitsune was about to nod, but another yawn forced her mouth open. Hastily, she lifted her hand, covering her lips.

“Off to bed then.”

Before Yuriko had time to resist, Ruki had already collected her in his arms and carried her into their bed. He nested her in the middle of the large, angular pillow he had given her at Christmas and scooted closer, massaging her belly through the fabric of her dress.

“Close your eyes.” Just a whisper, but it didn’t even occur to Yuriko to object. Her lids slumped down while she shifted her neck to find perfect support from the pillow. “That’s my good girl~” Ruki’s words traveled into her mind, painting her face with heat.

As Yuriko was sinking into soft sluggishness, she felt how Ruki lay his cheek against her belly while his hand caressed the side of it. “And here is my other one. Such a good girl.”

“Nhh?” Yuriko opened her mouth but closed it right away.

“Shh, just sleep.” A mere whisper again. “That’s right. We let your mama sleep for now. You drained all her energy today, didn’t you?”

As tired as she was, Yuriko still reached her hand, entangling her fingers with Ruki’s hair. This time, she didn’t even try to speak, nor did she peek but simply stayed put and relaxed.

“Our little girl… You will be protected. I’ll make sure of it.” Ruki’s voice was a low murmur. “I will recite you any book you want to hear and teach you to read too. I did that with my brothers and I’m sure you will learn fast when the time is right. We can do puzzles together, visit any place you wish, and I’ll show you how to ride. You can even have your own horse…”

Yuriko drifted, the sound of Ruki’s voice turning more and more distant. But she couldn’t quite let go, for somehow the situation was way too adorable.

“You’ll be my little girl forever, my very own baby girl…” Ruki placed a kiss on Yuriko’s belly. “You and your mama will always be my precious treasures. I promise to protect and cherish you eternally.”

He is so happy… Perhaps… he wished… for a girl… Yuriko’s head slid to the side, and her cheek hit the pillow. It could be that Ruki said something more, but that was between him and the baby, for Yuriko heard his voice no more.

I made the pic for the fic with a CG (Ruki’s LE route), fake ultrasound picture, and edited a photo as a background.

[yuriko-mukami]

Little Miracle

Story written from a private RP with @ruki-mukami-dl

Step. Another. Third. How long would it take? Shouldn’t these things be made fast?

Ruki hadn’t caught rest during the night. Not that one sleepless night mattered, he could have that easily but it didn’t change the restlessness that had settled in his body. For the whole time, he had stared into the darkness, going through his thoughts over and over again.

The promise a bit over half a year ago. Ruki had sworn to be careful, to do things right and not to slip. Yet, this was the second failure within less than a month. How had he become so careless and blind? He should have kept a closer eye on the love of his life.

He would take the responsibility, of course. That had never been a question for Ruki. No matter what, he would do what needed to be done and he would do it gladly. But he couldn’t help the squeezing feeling in his chest.

Yuriko had been meandering through the dark hours. It had been like that for a while now. Restless sleep, scattered thoughts, difficulties to focus. Slowly, it dawned on Ruki that it had been like that even before Ayato had…

Ruki flexed his fists, trying not to let out his anger. That filthy dog!

Shaking his head, Ruki concentrated his thoughts back on the bathroom door he hadn’t realized staring at. What was taking so long? Should he peek in? But Yuriko had said she wanted this privacy. So annoying but it couldn’t be helped. His angel had stated her wish and Ruki had promised to respect it.

Roaming through the room, Ruki ended up at the window. The morning was breaking, making the last colorful leaves shine brighter in the woods behind the yard. The garden was still quiet even though Yuma had worked lately to make sure everything was ready for the winter that would soon close in. 

The door creaked. In the instant, Ruki turned around, meeting the pooling teal eyes and pinkish, almost feverishly-looking cheeks as the rosy lips formed just two words. “Umh… Ruki?”

Yuriko was holding the test with her fingers but Ruki couldn’t see the result. He almost dashed to her.

“And?” Something was slithering in Ruki’s stomach, every muscle in his body was stiff and his mind kept whirling. “Positive or not?”

Yuriko lifted the test, hand quivering, and showed it to Ruki. “I… I… umh…” The red on her cheeks only deepened. Couldn’t she speak any faster? Sometimes it was tough to stay calm as Yuriko took her time to say what was in her mind. “I… think that’s positive… according to the.. the instructions…”

“Positive?” Ruki swallowed, snatching the stick from Yuriko’s fingers.

“I… I… guess… I must have forgotten the potion… at some point.” Yuriko blinked, shifting in place. Ruki noticed her eyes turning watery but he said nothing about it at the moment. One of them needed to stay calm and collected.

“Where are the instructions?” Ruki caught Yuriko by her arm, pulling the woman with him back to the bathroom. She stumbled but managed to stay on her feet. Her breathing sounded shallow and Ruki distinguished how her heart bounced way too fast. Before Yuriko was able to answer his question, Ruki had already found the paper on the edge of the sink. Hastily, he searched for the right part. The results. Where was the guidance on how to read the damn result? 

Three times Ruki checked the words and the stick while Yuriko squirmed next to him and twisted her fingers. Not for a moment did her heart slow down. Ruki could imagine how her blood coursed through her veins.

“It’s positive…” Ruki breathed the words. He was going to be a father. 

“...umh… yes…”

So, then it was true. Yuriko had indeed forgotten the potion. This tiny stick was a solid proof of it. Ruki should have made sure she took the potion every day… and at first, he had done that. But that had been over a year ago. When it had seemed Yuriko took her task seriously, Ruki had allowed himself to relax and only made sure there had always been plenty of the said potion at hand.

Leaning his hand against the wall, Ruki hung his head. “I failed… Again.”

“You…? But… but… It was my fault… I failed… Ruki…” Yuriko’s voice trembled together with her body as she laid her teal gaze on him. Those innocent eyes that had captivated him back in the day. Yuriko had put her trust in him and now she was claiming to be at fault. No… that was not the case here.

“It’s not your fault. It’s mine. I failed. I’m your husband and…” Ruki lowered his voice. “...master. It’s my duty and responsibility.”

How had Ruki let this happen? He had always been in control, nothing in the family went past him. Yes, his brothers did stupid things at times but he had taken pride in not slipping from the right course. Yet now… he had not seen the signs of Yuriko being too overwhelmed with studies and everything else. He hadn’t taken care of her being safe while he had been away and… this… too. “First that filthy dog and now, you can’t finish university.”

Ruki was quiet for a moment. That... filthy... dog... had...

“—!!” The thought sank in. It hit directly to Ruki’s lifeless heart like a piercing sword. He could have lost everything less than a week ago. “HE ATTACKED YOU WHILE YOU WERE CARRYING MY CHILD IN YOUR BELLY!” 

Yuriko flinched, fluttering like a leaf before Ruki. Her eyes got more and more watery until rivulets slid down her flaring cheeks. Ruki glanced at her yet for a moment he saw nothing but crimson. Sakamaki Ayato had almost robbed his everything and more, the future his angel was carrying with her. Clenching his fists, Ruki paced around the bathroom. A sticky feeling covered his palms when his nails sliced into his skin while something cold slithered down his cheeks, making his view blurry. “You could have had a miscarriage!” 

I’ll kill him — Ruki wiped his eyes, stopping still. His hand was slightly bleeding but the wound he had just accidentally caused himself was already closing.

“I… I… am sorry…” Yuriko’s words sailed in Ruki’s ears. He took a breath, turning his face toward her. Sobbing and whimpering, his angel looked like she could collapse on the floor at any moment now. 

This anger… I must push it back for now. Ruki stepped closer, collecting Yuriko in his arms and lifting her bridal style. With a few steps, he had carried her out of the bathroom and directly back to the bed neither of them had bothered to make earlier. 

“Ruki…?” A shuddering whisper.

Gently Ruki laid Yuriko on the sheets. “You stay in bed. I’ll do everything for you from now on.” He sat down right next to her and leaned in. His cheek met the still flat belly that rumbled quietly into his ear. 

“Eh?” Yuriko squirmed, but Ruki didn’t mind as he pressed his face against the fabric of her top, kissing it. 

“We will become parents…” The whisper drowned in the cloth.

Yuriko meandered more. “I can’t… just lay all the time…”

“You can and you will.” Ruki lifted his gaze, meeting Yuriko’s teary eyes. This wasn’t something he would negotiate with her. She was carrying his child; he would do everything to ensure the pregnancy would go well. Even if it meant he had to keep her still without her consent.

Yuriko frowned. “But Ruki… I… I’m not sick… and it’s not good for me if I stay still…” She tugged her elbows on the mattress and pushed her body a bit up. Why couldn’t she just listen to him? 

“Yuriko…” Ruki knew that now wasn’t time for punishments but he couldn’t be too lenient with this matter either.

“You know…” Yuriko didn’t avert her gaze. When had she become like this? “I need a healthy body for this… So, I need to move… I need to get at least some exercise…”

But… Yuriko’s words made sense. She wasn’t a Vampire. She needed to keep her body moving so that it would stay healthy. “Haah… You’re right. Then I’ll make a plan. Fixed times with walks in the fresh air. Healthy food and so.”

Lifting her hand, Yuriko brushed Ruki’s cheek. “I want to live normally. Like Nalia does. It’s my wish.”

This woman was a handful. Ruki sighed. “Nalia is taking it easy. Yuuto even cooks for her. You will take it easy as well, wanted you it or not. You will have the life of a pregnant woman in the next months.”

“Yuuto…” Yuriko muttered.

Cold shivers ran down Ruki's spine as a memory from their wedding overtook him. Yuuto had directly asked him to ensure Yuriko's studies and steady future. Without a doubt, Ruki had given his word. And now...

“Yes… It’s not the right time. Your brother will kill me.” Not literally, but Ruki could already imagine the flames.

“No! Yuuto can’t do that. I won’t let him! He just can’t! It’s not his decision!” Suddenly, Yuriko was sitting up, pushing Ruki’s head and making him straighten too. Tiny blue sparkles rushed in the air, and Yuriko moved her hands aside.

Again, the sparkles died within seconds. Just like they had died when Yuriko had fought against Ayato. Something was going on with her fire but that should be worry of another day. Right now, Ruki needed her to calm down.

Brushing Yuriko's cheek, Ruki leaned closer. “I made a promise and didn’t keep it. Yuuto will hate me for ruining your future.”

“This is our life, not his!”

“He wants your best, as do I. Now, you can’t finish university.”

“I… I wanted to do that… but you aren’t ruining my future. We’re building… ours.” Yuriko gasped. “I just love you so much and I can’t believe this… We… are creating new life and… oh gosh… It just makes me so… happy and scared at the same time. I feel like bursting!”

“Shhh…” Ruki pulled Yuriko onto his lap, enveloping her in his embrace. Her fingertips were still hot as they caressed his wet cheeks. He locked his gaze with her pooling eyes. “I love you, Yuriko. Everything will be okay. I’ll make sure of it.”

A vibrating sigh escaped Yuriko's lips. She scooted even closer. “You’re crying…”

Yuriko's scent was wafting around Ruki, making the back of his throat burn. But he wouldn’t be taking her blood for a long while now. He simply needed to live with yearning and focus on their miracle.

Wiping the corner of his eye, Ruki stared at the droplets on his fingertips for a while. “Usually… I don’t cry…” But today everything was gushing over. 

“I… I like it when you show your feelings…” 

Yuriko’s confession made Ruki’s face heat up. “Now you can see them…” He swallowed. This wasn’t like him but he couldn’t help it. And she was crying too. This time he knew those were happy tears, there was no reason to ask as the corners of her mouth curled up. 

Sighing, Ruki slid his hand over Yuriko’s belly. She landed hers over his, lacing their fingers. This was more than he could have asked for. “Our little miracle…” he breathed the words.

At that very moment, Ruki made a decision. He would be a better father than his had been and he would protect his family from any danger that could threaten them. No harm would come to Yuriko anymore. She would be completely safe, no matter what lengths Ruki must take for it.

“I love you, Yuriko. From the bottom of my heart. Now and forever.” Ruki glided their hands on her belly, leaning in. “And I’ll love you just as much.” 

As Ruki was gazing at the nest of his future child, he missed the beaming on his wife’s face but her words reached his ears. “And I love you, Ruki. With all my heart. For all eternity.”

[yuriko-mukami]

His Possession

⚠️ This story includes themes that can be triggering. The content has similar traits to Diabolik Lovers' games. By opening the links and reading forward, you accept that the story is meant for people who enjoy dark romance with scenes intended for adult readers. There won't be further warnings, so if you aren't a fan of these types of stories, DO NOT READ. ⚠️

TW & CW: Homophobia mentions, toxic relationship behavior, toxic parenting, non-con, sex, violence, blood, biting, various kinks, death, and probably something else too.

⚠️ DEAD DOVE, DO NOT EAT! ⚠️

Other OCs involved

Several of my own characters

Elizabeth Virnien - belongs to elizabeth-virnien

Nalia Wagner - belongs to Nalia Tsukino (@nalia-tsukino)

Both have given their permission to use their characters through Yuriko's story

Beta reader: @ruki-mukami-dl

Eve stayed with the Sakamakis and Ruki’s life had lost meaning, but then new livestock appeared. The one whose blood smelled almost as intoxicating as Eve’s even though that shouldn’t have been possible. Ruki decided to make her his possession.

DARK

[Prologue]

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[Epilogue]

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MANIAC

[Prologue]

[01] [02] [03] [04] [05] [06] [07] [08] [09] [10]

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ECSTASY

[Prologue]

[01] [02] [03] [04] [05] [06] [07] [08] [09] [10]

[Epilogue]

[Brute End] [Manservant End] [Vampire End]

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Heaven Scenarios

written together with @ruki-mukami-dl

[Heaven 01] [Heaven 02] [Heaven 03]

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⚠️ Warnings for Heaven 03: This chapter contains blood, violence, gore, torture, and death but also shower sex. It's toxic by its nature, and probably even more violent than a typical DL canon scene. I don't recommend reading it if such works of fiction make you uncomfortable. Dead dove, do not eat. ⚠️

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[yuriko-mukami]

His Possession

Ecstasy: Prologue

Beta reader: @ruki-mukami-dl

Dad only wished to use me as a tool, abandoning me when I became useless. Mom was still missing. My brother was trapped in the Demon World. And my best friend had gone missing. My everything was crumbling down. But there was this sole person, one who promised not to leave me. The one who promised me forever. Mukami Ruki. Without him, I would have truly lost everything. But with him, there was a tiny flame of hope kindling.

Sitting in the library of the Mukami manor, Yuriko finished the third letter to Elizabeth. The two earlier ones were lying on the table right next to her. Was all this in vain? Was there any sense to write these letters when she didn’t know where to send them? She could have them delivered to Elizabeth’s aunt's house, but would that help at all? If this was about the war zombies were having, the aunt had probably gone hiding too. There was no way of knowing if Yuriko would see her friend ever again.

Sighing, Yuriko put her pen down and glanced at her phone. Her heart took a leap when she noticed there was a new message, but she didn’t recognize the number.

A missed call too?

Yuriko opened the text, gasping. Shin? Where had he gotten her number? Oh… from Elizabeth.

She left him a letter too? And he hasn’t been able to reach her?

Nibbling her bottom lip, Yuriko texted back and saved the contact information. Just how close Shin was with her friend? It was impossible to figure out just from a text, but maybe he had listened to Yuriko after all. Unfortunately, not even that hadn’t stopped Elizabeth from going.

Yuriko let her gaze wander around the library. Usually, the books were able to bring her solace but now… not even that worked. She loved this room that had become a culmination of the love she felt for Ruki, but it didn’t give her the answers she needed right now.

Ruki was sitting in the armchair, his brows tightly knitted together as he went through yet another book he had borrowed from Eden. It seemed he had been absorbed into reading lately, almost forgetting Yuriko was there in the same room doing her own things.

I love him but he feels so distant now. What will become of us if this keeps going? Will I lose him too?

A sudden tap on the window almost made Yuriko jump. She turned her head and saw a tiny bat behind the glass.

Weird…

Ruki got up, opened the window, and let the bat in. Yuriko blinked and stared as he talked to the small creature as if it were a human and not an animal. The bat flew around his head a couple of times before heading out again.

“My familiar found Elizabeth.” Ruki stepped closer and brushed Yuriko’s hair in an almost absent-minded way. “We can send your letters to her later through familiars, but I do not think there is much else we can do right now. This is a matter her kind needs to solve on their own and we cannot disturb them.”

“So, the war truly hit them?”

“It does seem like that. Do not worry. According to my familiar, Elizabeth is safe and sound in a hidden place.”

Yuriko nodded, and Ruki returned to his armchair as if nothing had happened. Where he actually was? Where had his mind gone? He took the book and continued reading it.

“You should study. Even though I returned our project it does not mean you slack off now, Yuriko.” Ruki sighed and glanced at her over the book. “Midterms are closing in.”

How could Ruki think about school when all this was happening around them? Yuriko wanted to scream but instead, she nodded and opened one of her schoolbooks, trying to absorb herself into it. Though if she was completely honest the words could have been written in a foreign language; nothing got through her head as she stared at the text.

“Ruki… I… I want to contact Elizabeth… and then… I wish to go look for the gate.” Yuriko swallowed as she pushed her book aside. “I know school is important but these things in my life are also that. I cannot simply focus on studying when all of this is happening around me.”

Other than that, Yuriko still needed to figure out how to turn into a fox in real life and not just in her dreams, as her brother, Yuuto, had told her. Yet, she hadn’t been able to call out her fox form so far… but perhaps everything was simply stressing her out too much.

Ruki sighed and put the book down. “I am doing just that. For this whole time, I have tried to figure out the potential location of the gate and everything else that is written about the Kitsune. Strange enough, not even Eden’s library seems to have too many books that have valuable information of your kind. I wonder if it is because of their alliance with the First Bloods. Tsukinami Shin probably knows more than he lets out.”

“Umh… about Shin…” Yuriko’s words made Ruki frown, but he nodded as if giving her a sign to continue. “Eli-chan wrote to him too. So… umh… you know… If we could bring Eli-chan back to him, then… I don’t mean to use dirty tricks or anything like that…”

“You can speak freely when you are with me.”

“Well then… It seems to me that Shin and Eli-chan have taken a liking to each other. While it’s none of my business it could work to our advantage here. If we can save Eli-chan, we can gain Shin’s trust, and then he might be more willing to help us figure out more about the Kitsune and their realm beforehand. That… umh… would be useful when we think about how to help my brother.”

“I do not like to involve him with us in any way, but I do see your point.” Ruki pondered Yuriko’s suggestion. “Come here.”

Pushing her chair back, Yuriko got up and roamed to Ruki, allowing him to pull her on his lap. As he held her there, she wondered once more would those same hands have killed her father if her fire hadn’t appeared just then and there. Yuriko took one of Ruki’s cold palms in hers, playing with his fingers.

“Ruki… umh… I don’t… I don’t like the idea of you killing someone… I know that Dad did a terrible thing… and I know you don’t enjoy Shin’s company… But please, don’t kill anyone for me. Can you… can you promise me that?” Yuriko looked Ruki directly in the eyes, wishing her gaze would pass the whirlpool of feelings that had been storming through her for quite a while now.

“That man does not deserve your mercy, and neither does that Founder.”

“But it isn’t a matter of deserving but our equal right to live. Even though we might hurt others every now and then, even though we make choices that aren’t good… Still… We have all been born into this world and we should be allowed to live until we die in our natural way.”

…though… I think some of us simply don’t die in any natural way… but still…

“I see. This is the way you look at the world, am I correct?”

“Umh… yes, it is.”

“Not everyone in this world is as kind as you are.”

“I know this. Still, I want to give everyone a chance to live and do better in the future. For Dad too. So, please, for me, let him live.” Yuriko kept her eyes on Ruki’s, giving him – once again – as a pleading glance as she was able. Was she stretching his limits? Perhaps, but this wasn’t something she could negotiate. Not when it was literally about life and death.

“Haah, I can see the seriousness in your eyes. I will promise you this: I will not hurt living beings around you unless they threaten your life. As your master, I will always put your life above others and I will always protect it even if it causes loss for someone else.”

That was a hard limit, Yuriko knew it without asking. In its all brutality, the thought warmed her heart and made it bounce a little faster. Wasn’t this the kind of love she had dreamed of? Wasn’t this almost as intense as in the best romance novels she had ever read? She didn’t like the idea of Ruki going that far to protect her and at the same time, a tiny part of her heart loved it and embraced the fact he was putting her above all others. There was this sole person who was willing to do that in this world. No one else had ever said such things to Yuriko. So, even though there was a darkness lurking in the corners of their reality, she wanted to take Ruki’s hand and let him lead her to wherever he wished them to go.

“No one will take you away from me. Yuriko, you are mine and I am yours. I am your one and only master, never forget that. I will always protect you and do my everything to keep you happy, my angel.” Cold fingers brushed Yuriko’s cheek as Ruki spoke, striking a warm shot through her heart. A thumb glided over her bottom lip, and she couldn’t help but give it a tiny smooch.

“Thank you, Ruki. I’m yours, I promise. I’ll be with you as long as I live.”

“You will be mine forever. I will never let you go.”

Somehow Yuriko knew that Ruki meant his words literally. It was a simple figure of speech but the truth for him. Yuriko didn’t know how it would be possible, but in her heart, a small voice whispered that Ruki would find a way to fight even death for her. His forever was truly eternal.

“Your letters to Elizabeth are finished. Is that correct?”

Yuriko nodded in answer. “Umh… Yes… Now I only need to send them.”

“Then I will give them to my familiars. And we will tell Tsukinami Shin her location. You are not to go to look for her. If he wants her back, we give him this help and let him do the rest. I am sure a First Blood can handle this much.”

“That… sounds good. I’m sure Shin will save her.”

“Yes. If things are as you said then it is his responsibility as it is mine to make sure nothing bad happens to you.” Ruki’s fingers slid along Yuriko’s cheek, finally entangling with her hair and pressing her head closer. “I love you, Yuriko. From the bottom of my heart.”

“I love you too, Ruki. And for this love, I’ll do anything.”

“Is that so? Then make sure to obey your master and stay safe.”

Cold lips met the warm ones, pulling Yuriko into a soft yet slightly demanding kiss. She wrapped her arms around Ruki’s neck, inching as close as possible on his lap. The cocoon of safety he offered her.

No matter what would happen. This would be Yuriko’s safe haven.

Ruki would be Yuriko’s safe haven.

Forever.

There was darkness but also hope. I had given myself willing to this Vampire to share my life with him, for he was the first one who had truly wanted me. Yet, I did not know what was ahead of us. Our struggles were far from over.