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mcverse · 7 months

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༘⋆✿ Pᴀʀɪɴɢ: Yᴜᴜᴍᴀ Mᴜᴋᴀᴍɪ x ꜱ/ᴏ! F! Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

༘⋆✿ Rᴇϙᴜᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ: Yᴇꜱ/Nᴏ ( @arleccine )

༘⋆✿ Wᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 3.1ᴋ

༘⋆✿ Tʏᴘᴇ: Oɴᴇʜᴏᴛ Sᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏ, Cᴏʟʟᴇɢᴇ!Aᴜ

༘⋆✿ Wᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜꜱʏ, ғɪɴɢᴇʀɪɴɢ, ᴏʀɢᴀꜱᴍ (ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠɪɴɢ), ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ, ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛ ʙɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴋɪɴᴋ, ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛʟʏ(?) ᴘᴏꜱꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ Yᴜᴜᴍᴀ, ꜱᴏғᴛ Yᴜᴜᴍᴀ (ꜱᴏ ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ᴏᴏᴄ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ꜱᴜʀᴇ), ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴅᴇɢʀᴀᴅɪɴɢ

༘⋆✿ Sɪᴅᴇ Bᴀʀ: I ᴡᴀꜱɴ’ᴛ ᴘʟᴀɴɴɪɴɢ ᴏғ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪꜱ ғᴀʀ ʙᴜᴛ I ᴅɪᴅ. Wᴇʟʟ, ʜᴇʀᴇ ɪᴛ ɪꜱ. Mʏ ғɪʀꜱᴛ ᴏғғɪᴄɪᴀʟ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ ᴏɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴀᴄᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ. ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ɪᴛ’ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʀꜱᴛ, ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜᴏᴡ ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ᴘʟꜱ!

༘⋆✿ Hᴏᴍᴇ

ᴘʟꜱ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ɪɴ ᴍɪɴᴅ: ᴀʟʟ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ʙʟᴏɢ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ 18+

ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ & ꜱʜᴀʀᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ

"Damn..." you exhale in exhaustion as you place a box in the living room among the others. Yuuma follows, effortlessly juggling the last two boxes in both arms and closing the apartment door with his foot.

He positions the boxes beside yours and shakes his head, teasing, "You lifted, what, five boxes? Quit pretending like you did so much work." A small smirk tugs at the corner of his lips when you shoot him a scowl.

"What's it to you? I'm exhausted. It took hours to get here. I don't have vampire-like abilities where I can skip sleep," you retort, turning away with a pout and settling beside the box you had placed earlier. "And out of all the places we could've gone, you pick this city."

If you could even call it a city. By your standards, it was far too small in comparison to the cities in America, but you didn't have the authority to dictate what qualified as one.

Yuuma clicks his tongue and approaches you, giving your hair a gentle tug to capture your attention. "We picked this place together, don't forget. A certain someone couldn't handle long-distance, so we made a compromise on Nakari University."

You groan and shut your eyes as the memory replays in your mind, causing you to cringe with secondhand embarrassment. It's the recollection of a particularly raw and emotional pillow talk with Yuuma.

It was perhaps that display of vulnerability that led to both of you deciding to attend the same college instead of going your separate ways for your bachelor's degrees.

Somehow, you had a feeling he'd never allow you to forget that.

"That's what I thought," he tease playfully in response to your silence, leaning down and catching you off guard with a quick peck on the lips. "Now, quit lounging around. The quicker we unpack, the sooner you can sneak in a nap."

You nod, smiling at him. "And a shower. I would really enjoy that."

He takes a sniff of the air, raises an eyebrow, and nods in agreement. "You've got that unmistakable scent of sweat."

You decide to dismiss his comment since nobody sought his agreement, and you're becoming tired of his teasing. Pointing out your scent isn't fair when he consistently carries the fragrance of Gardenias around him.

"Could you play some music? My phone's in my purse over there, and my mini speaker’s right next to it," you ask him, opting not to get up since he was already standing.

He complies without hesitation, effortlessly unlocking your phone because he knows the password, while simultaneously turning on the Bluetooth speaker. "Do you have a specific song, or should I shuffle?"

"Shuffle," you mumble, your mind already focused on unboxing the boxes within your reach.

He hums, starting to play your liked list and then proceeding to unbox the last two boxes he brought in. Amidst the melodies playing through the speakers, the sound of ripped tape on cardboard boxes could be heard quite loudly.

The speaker volume is evidently too low. Just as you're about to nag Yuuma to turn it up, you perk up at the instrumental of "What He Don't Know."

"Oh, this is my song! Yumi, crank up the volume!" you exclaim, pointing at your phone and snapping your fingers to prompt him. As he adjusts the volume and turns it up, your voice also rises as the lyrics begin.

"What a goofball..." he murmurs quietly as he leans against the wall, a soft smile on his face as he observes you singing your heart out at the highest volume. You sing so loudly that you forget about your task and wave your arms around, as if the lyrics resonate deeply within your soul.

“I want to make you do bad things that he can’t teach you, same places he can’t reach to!” you sing, bopping to the beat with enthusiasm.

Yuuma raises a brow at those lyrics, straightening up slightly as he shifts his attention more to the music than to you. What kind of song was this?

“We can play this dirty game, while he’s away, ain’t that why you came. You whisper in my ear soft and low, “ you pause a beat before matching the energy of the chorus, “What he don’t know won’t hurt him. Don’t know won’t hurt him, don’t know won’t hurt him.”

His eyebrows furrow now, his mind trying to piece together why you're vibing so easily to this song. It’s about cheating, and he’s wondering why you seem so into it. You're not a cheater, right? At least, not in anything but Monopoly, he thinks.

“Simple touch just enough, to tell me you like it rough. You say you want to leave him. Secrets always stay sweet and on the tip of your tongue, like a loaded—“

The song abruptly stops, making you snap your head towards the source. You find Yuuma holding your phone in a tight grip. However, his expression is inscrutable, and you can't tell how he's feeling right now. What you don't know is that Yuuma has heard enough, and he didn't like it, not one bit.

"I was listening to that!" you whine, slumping sadly as you shoot him a disapproving frown.

He ignores your complaint and instead shoots a question at you, "Since when did you start listening to songs like this?" He gives you an expectant look, his eyes piercing as he awaits your reply.

He wants to know.

"What? Recently. It's one of my new favorites," you reply, still puzzled by his reaction. Why was he so concerned about the song?

"Where did you hear it?" he fires off another question, his voice slightly strained, and his throat feeling dry.

He needs to know.

You shrug, rolling your eyes at his barrage of questions. "I don't know. I just can't stop listening to it on repeat."

Yuuma wasn't pleased with your answer. His mind raced, thinking that you must have heard the song in a social setting where he wasn't present. Why else would you be listening to a song like this?

He gazes at you for a moment before a smirk slowly creeps onto his face, and he starts walking toward you, each step filled with playful taunts. When he reaches you, you're gazing up at him with a doe-eyed expression, and he can't help but find it amusing. You look just like caught prey.

"Is there someone I should be worried about?" he teases, his hand gently tilting your chin upward as he encourages you to stand up to your full height.

You were left speechless, to say the least. Yuuma's teasing was usually light-hearted, but this time, there seemed to be an undertone to it. The only occasions he got like this were when he was upset or in a bedroom mood.

It left you even more puzzled. What had you done in such a short time to agitate his nerves? And if that wasn’t the case, why did he suddenly seem turned on?

"Don't make me repeat myself," Yuuma prods at your silence, taking a step forward. In response, you take steps back until your back hits a surface.

This leaves Yuuma closing the distance between you, effectively trapping you between him and the wall. He demands, "Answer me, sow."

Yes, he was angry and turned on. He only ever calls you that during that particular moment, understanding how belittling it would be outside of that context and how it didn't fit with someone he comes to love.

"Why are you upset?" you whisper as his eyes travel to your lips, your breath hitching when he runs a finger from your ear down to your shoulder, teasingly tracing a path with his touch.

You instinctively turn your head, baring your neck to him. He hasn't fed since you arrived. Maybe he was upset because he was hungry?

His hand slowly travels from bare your shoulder, down your collarbone, past your breast, skipping past your belly button to linger around the loose waistband of your baggy ripped jeans, playing with it. “Are you pretending to be a dumb bitch in heat right now, baring your neck to me because you know what you did wrong? Or can my baby really be this dumb?”

You shake your head, mumbling “I’m not dumb..,” but you certainly feel like it when all his words do is shoot right down to your lower region that begins to ache for some attention instead of feeling repulsed by them.

Suddenly, you’re all too aware of how far Yuuma is despite how close, and you pull him flush against your body with your arms circling around his waist.

You didn’t care what he was mad about right now. Whatever the reason may be, you can talk about it later because you knew where this attitude would lead next.

He started it, and he damn sure was gonna finish it. He’ll make you forget those damn lyrics until the only thing singing from your lungs is his name and sweet mewls just for him.

He chuckles lowly at your words, at your reaction to his. Your body betraying your defensive words, choosing him over your brain that he was going to fuck to mush on his dick later.

"No, you're not dumb?," he falsely coos, rubbing his nose against your cheek before planting ghostly kisses on your jawline that lead to your ear. He teasingly bites your earlobe and whispers, "That’s not what I wanted to hear…I’ll just have to finger you till you are."

In just seconds, you find yourself clutching his shirt tightly, your back arching away from the wall as Yuuma effortlessly slips his hand beneath your waistband, cupping your sex as his middle finger applies pressure to your clit.

“You have to be dumb, sow,” he sensually hisses, increasing the pressure, keeping a firm grip on your hips just as they threaten to move, “Listening to songs like that ain’t fair to me. Haven’t I been good to you?”

"W-What?" you wearily reply, too busy focusing on the meager pleasure he's giving you and trying to wriggle free for more when he refuses to move on his own. You huff in annoyance at his strong grip on your hip. "Yuuma," you whine, leaning your head against his chest.

You feel his lips pressing gently against the side of your head, and it makes the feeling between your leg throb just as much as the muscle in your chest. How can he embody both tenderness and playfulness at the same time? He physically holds you in his hand, weaving a tapestry of serious and teasing words, yet he hasn't fulfilled your most profound desires.

"Yes?" he replies, and though you can't see his face, the sound in his voice hints at his smirk transforming into a wicked grin.

You gulp heavily, your mind racing to keep up, but the overwhelming heat coursing through your body makes it difficult to concentrate. All you desire is for him to move his wrist in a specific manner, back and forth repeatedly, at a speed that threatens to make your eyes cross.

What did you need him to do again, oh yeah, “Stop playing with me.” you grumble, “I wanna cum, I want you to make me cum.”

"Who said I was playing?" he responds with all seriousness, sliding his hand up an inch to slip into your underwear, reclaiming the same position. However, this time, he applies the same pressure and starts moving in a circular motion at a speed that leaves you gasping for air in surprise, “Who said I play when it comes to you?”

"F-Fuck!" you whimper shakily, your eyes tightly shut in response to his astonishing pace, one that no human man could ever hope to match. The sensation is so overwhelming that your legs instinctively begin to close, but Yuuma halts them with a leg of his own, pushing you further open.

“Do you think I came all this way with you, just to hear you sing a song about leaving me just as we got here?!” he growls deeply, forcefully tearing your tank top apart and splitting your bra in two before settling back on your hip.

The sight sends a shiver down his spine, and he licks his lips as he hears your pulse quicken and sees your veins dance, “You look so good…you taste so good.”

You moan in response to his words, unable to articulate a single coherent syllable, even though this is only the appetizer; it happens every time.

Your anticipation intensifies as his touch momentarily retreats from your throbbing clit, only to descend to your core, where he circles, gathering slickness before resuming his attention to your sensitive bud.

A mixture of desire and a subtle tinge of shame colors your thoughts as you imagine him doing this with the intention of withdrawing his hand to sensually suck on his fingers while repeating those alluring words.

“You’re so wet,” he groans, his grip on your hip tightening, “I bet you'd feel incredible wrapped around me—so tight, so warm. Do you think you can handle me right now?” he asks thrusting his hips forward suddenly and forcefully, causing you to jump with a gasp. It may not have directly touched you, but the impact against his hand was enough to make the knot in your stomach to grow tighter.

His hand abandons your hip, choosing instead to wrap his arm around your waist, securing you as your knees start to tremble under the approaching wave of pleasure. Your mouth hangs open, emitting short, ragged breaths. He observes it for a moment before deciding that he wants a taste.

You moan into the kiss, your tongues dancing together as you clutch his shoulders. In your passionate embrace, he unconsciously blocks your access to air, leaving you breathless and growing dizzy.

Yuuma thoroughly explores every corner of your mouth with his, greedily eats up all the noise you make before he eventually pulls away. A glistening strand of saliva briefly connects you both before it breaks and rejoins the pool of drool in the corner of your mouth.

“I’m gonna cum!” you warn him, pulse picking up to the point of numbness, your body hot and drenched in sweat, causing your torn clothes to stick uncomfortably to your skin. But all of that fades in importance when Yuuma abruptly halts his movements altogether.

Your eyes snap open, and you shoot him a displeased glare, your brow furrowing as you tug at his shirt in irritation. "No! Yuuma, I was so close!" you complain, arching your hips to seek the lost friction. It feels like you were ascending the highest peak, only to suddenly tumble down without any apparent reason.

His gaze remains locked onto yours, and he delivers the most frustrating statement since his irritation began, "I didn't give you permission to come.”

"Okay! Enough with the attitude, Yuu—ah!" you're cut off by a drawn-out moan that blends both pain and pleasure as he simultaneously bites down on your neck and slips a finger inside you. He groans against your skin, whether from the taste of your iron on his tongue or your tight grip on his finger, you're not entirely certain.

He wastes no time, thrusting into you with precision, his wrist flicking sharply while his thumb rubs your clit simultaneously. The pressure in your stomach builds up once more, and you reach down to keep his hand in place, silently praying that he doesn't stop again because it feels fucking delicious.

The throbbing in your pussy matches the pulse in your neck, and you can't help but wonder if he can sense how perfectly in sync they both are. The thought makes your eyes roll back, revealing more white than iris. He adds a second finger, curling them expertly as they press against the sensitive spot within clamped walls, causing your toes to curl and making you even tighter.

Yuuma breaks away from your neck, muttering a curse as he reaches his long arm further behind your back. He seizes your baggy jean leg, pulling your leg off the floor toward your body where he can grip the back of your knee. The stretch is deliciously painful in the best way, encouraging him to delve knuckle deep inside you.

The sounds of smacks resonate loudly, a clear indicator of how aroused he's made you. He breathes heavily while studying your body, declaring, "I’m the only one who can make you feel like this," he says, moving back towards your neck to plant kisses near your sensitive spot.

You whimper and shiver, the area tingling with slight soreness, “Only I could see you like this… legs spread open like a slut, taking what I give you in your messy pussy.”

Floating. It's as if you're weightless, carried higher by his words, each one pushing your climax to new heights. The sensation is almost achingly tight, and the promise of sweet release is tantalizingly close. Just one more push, and...

"Cumming, cumming!" you cry out, holding onto him tightly. Tears actually well up in your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure that courses through you, completely shattering your mind.

All that escapes your lips are chants of his name, nothing else. Your stomach tightens, and your muscles spasm as you gush onto his hand, even as he continues to abuse your pussy at the same tempo. It's so intense that you feel dizzy within the throes of your climax.

Your body becomes pliant as the euphoria settles in, soft sighs and mewls escaping your lips. "Yuuma," you pant, "Yuuma?" you call out again, but he continues to ignore you.

Instead, he withdraws his hand from your jeans, moving away slightly to lift you up into his arms. Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist as his hands find purchase on your hips, drawing you close. So close that you can feel the bulge in his pants brushing against your covered sex.

Without a chance to ask a question, he kisses you with insatiable hunger, tilting his head to intensify the passionate connection, his lips devouring yours.

One of his hands reaches back, squeezing your ass, eliciting a wanton moan from you. When he finally pulls away, you're left feeling thoroughly turned on again, especially as you see the desire burning in his dark, lust-filled eyes.

"We're going to fuck, and after that, you're going to delete that stupid song, got it?" he orders, his jaw tense as he waits for your confirmation. He smirks when he receives a nod, accompanied by a shaky sigh.

"Good girl."

#✰ 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐮— 𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐭¡𝐜𝐚 #✮⋆˙ 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 — 𝐲𝐮𝐮𝐦𝐚 #yuma mukami x reader #mukami yuma #diabolik lovers yuma #yuma mukami #yuuma mukami #yuma mukami imagine #diabolik boys #diabolik lovers mukami #diabolik lovers #diabolik lovers x reader #diabolik lovers smut #Yuma mukami smut #yuuma muakami smut

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jealousjulian · 6 months

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Bloody Knights

#diabolik lovers #ayato sakamaki #kanato sakamaki #laito sakamaki #shu sakamaki #reiji sakamaki #yuuma mukami #mukami yuma #ruki mukami #azusa mukami

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werelosingdaylight · 1 year

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ANOTHER IDEA. It’s not the ‘I can fix him’ trope or the ‘I can make him worse’ trope. Instead it’s the ‘I can be the one thing he is terrified of losing and will do anything to keep’ trope. But which DiaLovers boy should it be for?

Leave a vote of who it should be for in my comments/inbox/messages. <3

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eri-talks · 7 months

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Hey. It's me again. Crawling in a Yuuma filled hole... /////

#eri-talks #yuuma mukami #eri doodles #eri draws #yuma mukami #diabolik lovers #traditional art #diabolik lovers art #eri talks #fanart #((hdvsvsjdbbsbsbsb))

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diaboliklove · 3 months

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if there’s anything abt DL i love its the fact all the characters songs are all on theme ?? 😭 like the commitment to all of them sounding gothic and dark is so crazy regardless what they’re singing about

literally all of them could be in an album and it would sound cohesive. it just sounds, so diabolik lovers. no other way to describe it. you could play 100 songs and say only 1 was DL and i would smell the the stench of a random female scream before it even played.

anyways, reiji’s and yuuma’s voices scratches such a good part of my brain i have strawberry sin and die is cast on loop rn thank u

#toffee speaks #diabolik lovers #diabolik brothers #dialovers #reiji sakamaki #yuuma mukami

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afi-mukami · 4 days

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Happy Birthday, Ruki 💙

#ruki mukami #yuuma mukami #kou mukami #yuriko mukami #ruki plush #yuuma plush #kou plush #diabolik lovers #ruki's birthday

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lovely-oh-so-lovelyyui · 1 year

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Sakamaki and Mukami cheating on s/o headcanons, please.

Shu

I want to say he wouldn’t cheat on his lovers because it’s too much effort but I also can’t see him having the attempt to upkeep a relationship.

in a relationship with him sex is vital, and if he wasn’t sexually compatible with you he wouldn’t be dating you.

However if whilst dating you he sees a woman who is more his type I wouldn’t be too surprised if he just ghosts you one day for someone else. It isn’t two-timing as much as it’s him getting bored of one woman to the next.

The only exceptions to this I see would be if he were really attached to you because abandonment issues are big with him, or if you have a family. I see him as someone whose epitomic goal in life is that big house with a yard and white fence with a caring wife and 2 kids and a dog, it’s an ideal he has made for himself even if it isn’t what’s best compatible for him.

If you can somehow give this man that idyllic scenario and become the mother of his children I think the chances of him getting distracted are extremely low, partially because you’ve proved to him you’re worthy of standing by his side through it emotionally and physically and you’ve helped him escape the hole he hid in.

I mean this man pulls, okay Shu gets women (and men - I’m not joking when I say he has top tier rizz when he wants) when I talk about him getting bored it doesn’t mean any woman will do it, he needs a trigger, a gesture that captures his attention and there is literally nothing bigger than this for him.

So he can be loyal it just depends how much he values that woman

Reiji

Adultery is not very gentlemanly, guys! Like hello, who do you think he is?

However he has nothing against having multiple wives, I mean his father had them, most vampire nobles have them, and it’s political gain at the end of the day. Unless you’re doubting his noble blood?

This man has strived to be King for such a large portion of his life, if one political marriage is what he needs to set it in stone why wouldn’t he do it? But trust he won’t stand for all that messy fighting his stepmothers were into, he will be in control. He’s just not into all that like his reputation is based on you, so you better act like it; this also includes lovers his wives cannot have lovers like Cordelia, imagine how it would reflect on his image. Especially if one of them had something going on with his brothers? That’s mad bro. Like I would be surprised if he didn’t have them beheaded for immoral behaviour or divorced if her family was that important.

Even if you’re the love of his life - yes -you would be his favourite wife and all the others could do whatever they wanted but if he needed an heir to solidify he will have relations with other women.

But again he's very prideful, so there's also the factor he believes he can fullfil his roles without these political relationships.

So loyalty has a high chance but it depends

Ayato

No.

I know, it's insane to imagine him having the highest chances of faithfulness out of his brothers.

Just with a childhood like his and all the close-up drama and conflict that came with affairs, I feel like he would just feel general nausea towards two-timing. That doesn’t mean he’s against playing dickhead, where he pretends to flirt with others to get you jealous or compares you to others, or even kisses them and threatens to take them home. But he won’t sleep with another woman till he's out of that relationship.

May I just clarify he is an idiot and you will have to specify you are in a relationship, otherwise he will continue to view you as an on and off situationship and keep many side things? Only once you have established the fact you are in a relationship will he block them off.

However, this does mean you will have to be there for him hand to foot, whatever he wants without overwhelming him or his commitment issues have him one foot out the door. So I wouldn’t worry about cheating as much as I worry about commitment issues and just general jerk behaviour

Kanato

Uhhh it’s a bit strange guys. I feel a lot of madonna-whore complexing here, along with parasocial relationships.

I don’t even know, what did you do to the teddy that he told him to go give back shots to another gal? Nah I’m joking although there is a decent chance of that scenario.

He has a very hypersexual drive, so I feel like if you can’t keep up rather than breaking up, he will just push past your limits till you break which is very unfortunate for him so he will find someone else. I think he has too much paranoia to cheat on someone, I mean finding one person who wants a genuine relationship is a lot can you imagine 2? Especially since he knows how many of his mother’s affairs were just so they could gain royal patronage.

However he has this really strange Madonna whore thing, his dolls are usually his Madonna, he has this weird parasocial relationship where he devotes time, money, attention and affection whilst his dolls are just there, not leaving his side. Pure and untainted by their womanly wiles in their wedding dresses, they are the standard you will be compared to.

But I mean at least they aren’t alive?

Laito

I mean there is so much where do you even want me to start?

Yes. most definitely, there are other girls, why are you delusional, he is fucking other women and men.

No, it is not just physical, one day you will randomly find his girlfriend of 3 years, his long-distance boyfriend of 5 years, the girl who he had been engaged to for 2 years and had a relationship with for 4 years, the 2 girls he has a ménage à trois for nearly a year now, the 16 one night stands in the past month.

HE WILL HAVE A 25-PERSON ORGY IN YOUR OWN BEDROOM AND GASLIGHT YOU INTO IT NOT BEING REAL.

Like I can’t even get into the psychology of it because would take up his own triple-part post, just know that if Laito is suspected of having an affair it is true.

There are very few chances of him being faithful.

Subaru

My little slut. I love him, honestly, this man is so repressed you really can’t tell which way he is going to explode.

Personally, he isn’t going to cheat, it’s on his skewed moral code, but you never know.

I feel like there was an incident; like it’s never happened before or after that day, an anomaly where he was so angry and furious he takes another woman to bed, it’s rough and mean and there is no intention of it but it happens.

The guilt the next morning destroys him, a part of that survived from when he was a tiny child, one that expects better of him, and continues to persevere no matter how hard it gets because that little boy inside him still believes he is better than the blood that flows in him is killed.

One of the major reasons his mother tortured herself, was because she was the other woman, the third wife, he watched day by day how that title chipped away at her till her soul escaped in utterly miserable leaving behind an empty shell.

And he destroys that faith.

He envisions every scenario of how you would take the news, and it is unbearable, he sobs, he breaks things, and he returns back into his fortress built as a boy when he shows up at your door with the fact that your relationship is over, no explanation or reason.

Just the cemented fact that someone like him is not just difficult to love, but a bad choice, someone who shouldn’t be loved. It is fracturing and disgusting but his solitude is so familiar there is no option but to believe someone like him, so undeserving of companionship much less affection belongs here.

Ruki

No, but yes, but very strongly no.

Like it’s complicated, there are stages of mommy issues involved but he’s just so special he’s got them daddy issues too.

Look the chances are very low, his mother abandoned their family due to having an affair, which is what he views as utterly detestable and simply unacceptable as it is what he thinks is the first domino to go down in the chain of events that led to his tragic downfall from grace.

He’s like a jacobean man, back then women were more prone to mental health issues hence hysteria is a feminine trait, therefore, it is not something men should ever show or you might as well emasculate yourself.

The same thing with him, aside from the fact he knows the consequences of it first hand, he would never because he views it as a feminine trait to be unfaithful, his views on women aren’t very high at all.

It makes sense for women to be flimsy, weak-minded, and easily led astray to unfaithfulness.

It’s just something he finds unpleasant so I don’t necessarily think it’s something he would indulge in; also there is the factor he is loyal to Karl and his main focus is the Eden plan so really since he wants to be Adam there isn’t much need to be sleeping or seeing any other woman, but the one he needs for his cause.

Kou

Yeah. he’s got side hoes. Like just side hoes. The chances of him having anyone as a main hoe is unlikely, but the main gal? Forget it.

It’s just “ but I have so much love to give” and “it’s not my fault everyone wants me”, it’s like talking to a brick wall when it comes to loyalty, he thinks it’s so funny making people chase his affection knowing damn well from the beginning none of it would sway his distrust and paranoia when it came to relationships.

The chances of a faithful relationship are very one-sided, Kou expects the utmost loyalty from his counterpart but he will have no intention to return it.

Yuma

No… leave my baby daddy alone guys.

No, I’m kidding. It’s very similar to Ayato, he will definitely checks out other girls when they walk past and get you jealous because he thinks it is so cute how much you like him. But he won’t actually cheat on you if you are in a relationship.

Especially, because he also likes the domesticated family idea, if you aren’t his ideal woman with who he wants to start a family; why wouldn’t he want to invest in an emotional relationship with that woman?

This doesn’t mean he doesn’t fuck though, he fucks.

Just when he sees someone who fits his weird mental checklist and is feisty and resilient enough to keep up with him; he puts in so much effort to continue pursuing them and keep them by his side.

Azusa

No. I mean come on it’s Azusa, no. you guys have too much PTSD from the Sakamakis.

Although he might propose you cheat on him because he’s heard how painful it can be, he seems like the type to have a cuckold kink.

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gala-xhi · 3 months

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Headcanon;

Diabolik Lovers boys most-least likely to smoke:

Little to no explanation

1) Laito (chain smoker)

2) Shu (self explanatory)

3) Kou

4) Reiji (not 3, he is self aware of its smell)

5) Kanato (he loves his after cigarette pudding)

6) Ruki (c’mon)

7) Ayato (social smoker)

8) Azusa (total cutie dokie but he likes the feeling, hurts his nose and lungs sometimes, makes him funky)

9) Subaru (emo)

10) Yuuma (yuuma)

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fleurdelily · 4 months

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DIABOLIK LOVERS AS QUOTES ౨ৎ pt5

warnings : mention of blood, suggestive content

characters : carla, reiji, shu, ayato, laito, kanato, yui, azusa, yuuma

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dialovers-lover-xoxo · 17 days

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#diabolik lovers #diabolik lovers fandom #diabolik lovers ask blog #mukami yuma #yuma mukami #yuuma mukami #dialovers yuma #diabolik lovers yuma

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mcverse · 1 year

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Hello! May I request a Yuma × fem!reader drabble where summer is coming, and she's started to wear more revealing clothes without a bra? Not necessarily sexual ones per se, but just how her showing more skin looks appealing to him and what his reaction(s) to that would be. Thanks!

I've tried making it as detailed as possible since I read that's what's most helpful to you, but please feel free to infuse your own headcanons about the character (if you have any)– I'd like to know the writer's perspective too💞💞

If no one told you that you’re amazing today, I’m telling you now that you are!

Pairings: Yuma x F! Reader

Type: Drabble

Word count: 200, more or less

Warnings: Slight suggestive theme, wholesome feels, man in love

Side bar: My first ask! Thank you very much 😭 I agree with your last statement, that’s mainly there so it can have all the parts you want included into the story so it’s to your liking. Otherwise my imagination will run wild! Anyways I hope you like it and feedback is always appreciated!!

Like always, characters are aged up appropriately.

The sweltering heat may be influencing my thoughts, but it's frustrating how you always look impeccable.

Yuma loved the summer. The blooming flowers plays a good part, but it doesn’t compare to seeing you walk around in the thinnest tank top and no bra. It made it hard for him to focus on his garden, your shimmering skin the greatest distraction.

To be fair, everything about you was. He could never put it into words the affect you have on him, and today just made it more difficult for him—clear proof that he was still a man, regardless of his abilities.

You didn’t know he was coming until he embraced you from behind, burying his nose in your hair. In that millisecond, he felt that if heaven really existed it’ll be in the embodiment of you.

Yuma was grateful for very few things in all his life; you being at the top of the list no questions. Something about you always stirred something in him every time. Keeping his hands to himself was out of the question. He needed you more than he can comprehend how you made him like this.

“I know you do this on purpose, kitten.” he holds you tighter, his hands moving upwards slowly, “How can I teach you a lesson..” he teased, licking a strip up your neck.

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bakustark · 2 years

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If it's not trouble, can we have 46 of this for Yuma Mukami?

(sorry for my bad English)

Punishment | Mukami Yuuma/Reader

46. “Do you know what happens when you misbehave?”

Warning(s): nsfw (minors dni), gn!reader, size difference, size kink, teasing, enthusiastic consent, blood drinking, biting, groping, spit kink, choking, mild breath play, nipple play, possessive behavior, creampie (mild breeding kink if you squint), overstimulation, etc.

Notes: brief descriptions of Yuuma’s body are inspired by @gingerall’s body headcanons art. Please go check him out! Also this was written while listening to a Doja Cat playlist lmao

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Your boyfriend was big.

Over six feet of muscle on muscle, he towered above everyone in the academy, his own brothers included. With freckled, sun kissed skin and a head of sandy brown hair tied in a messy bun at the back of his head, Yuuma was — simply put — your obsession. You could go on and on about how breathtaking he looked when he was working on his garden, the thick bands of muscle in his arms rippling as he pulled unwanted weeds from the soil with his fingers. You could fill books with poetry about the way he stretched his arms above his head, thick pectorals straining against the fabric as the bottom of his shirt rode up to give you a peek of the muscled planes of his abdomen and the sprinkle of hair trailing down into his pants. You’d dare preach that his body was carved by the gods themselves, a well endowed blessing made to be worshiped with everything you had.

He was massive.

And you loved it.

So, who could blame you for teasing him throughout the night? Brushing against him as you walked past him in the hallway on the way to your next class, coyly running your fingers down his arms and shooting him a smile over your shoulder. Was it wrong to press your lips against the little dimple on his chin and nip at the curve of his jaw before ducking out of his reach? Was it a sin to place your palm over the firm swell of his chest, gently squeezing your fingers around the delicious plushness of his pectorals? He was so easy to annoy, that warm flush of pink and that smug grin of his falling into an annoyed scowl when he realized you weren’t going to continue touching him. No, it wasn’t wrong.

Not when it got you pinned against a desk in a lonely classroom with Yuuma’s large body covering yours.

Your breath came out in excited pants as you looked up at him, unable to keep a helplessly enamored smile off your face. God, you were so in love with him. His large fingers wrapped around your wrists, keeping them pinned against your sides as he glared down at you with those pretty brown eyes. “Ya think it’s funny, little lamb? Teasing me like that?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. You bit back a groan when he wedged a thick thigh between your legs, bumping against your crotch. Yuuma’s lips brushed against your ear, his cool breath causing gooseflesh to rise along the length of your body as he leaned down, “Do you know what happens when you misbehave?” His voice was a low rumble that you felt as much as you heard. “You get punished.”

All the air in your lungs left you in a rush at the feeling of his fangs nipping at your earlobe. You hissed at the sting before releasing a shaky breath when the flat of his tongue collected the little crimson droplets. He hummed at the taste, ducking down to sink his teeth into the column of your throat. One of his hands left your wrist to bury into your hair, fingernails scratching at your scalp. You tilted your head back to give him more access, your newly freed hand gripping at his uniform to pull him even closer. The sounds of him swallowing mouthfuls of your blood, every slurp and quiet groan of enjoyment, made your hips thrust against his thigh in hopes for some relief for the throbbing heat of your core.

Yuuma pulled his fangs out of your neck, his fist retching your head to the slide to lick a broad stripe over his bite. Pleasure shot down your spine. “Fuck, Yuuma—” You whined, pulling helplessly on his shirt.

You heard him laugh at you before he was stepping away, always a little mean when it came to these things. Faster than your eyes could follow, his hands made quick work of your shoes along with your bottoms, heaving you up on the desk to settle between your spread thighs like he belonged there. Yuuma put a hand around your throat, adding just a little bit of pressure to change your breathing pattern, and leaned down to cover your mouth with his. You eagerly parted your lips for his tongue, sighing when the taste of him and your own blood met your tastebuds.

His other hand slid down to grip at your thighs, fingers digging into your soft skin with the intent of leaving an array of dark bruises come morning, so obviously Yuuma-shaped that no one could deny you were his— and he was yours. Yuuma’s head tilted to the right, lips pursing over your tongue as he sucked on the length of it, his thumb stroking over your pulse. He greedily swallowed up your moans and groans, and you squirmed against him, wanting more, more, more, more.

You snuck a hand between your bodies with the intention of giving yourself some relief, but his hand left your thigh to pull it away. Yuuma pulled away from your mouth with a lewd smack, leaving your lips and chin glossy with a mixture of your combined saliva and residues of your blood. He smirked down at you, tutting, and tightened his hold on your throat until you wheezed. “None of that, lamb. This is your punishment, remember?” He licked up the spit on your chin, laughing against you when you chased after his lips.

With a final squeeze, Yuuma’s hand left your throat to undo his belt, and you watched eagerly as he shoved his pants and underwear down to his knees. His cock, large and thick like the rest of him, was flushed and drooling a pearly stream of precum. You made a disappointed sound when he batted your hands away from him. Yuuma fished out a familiar bottle from his pocket, pouring a generous amount of lube along his length. He curled a hand around his cock, lathering himself up with firm strokes, the schlick schlick schlick sounds of it making your toes curl. It didn’t matter if you were going to be punished or not, he would never force himself inside you without lubrication— and even then he was careful. Your arousal was dripping onto the desk under you at this point, his eyes zeroing in on your core with a filthy grin.

“Was this what you were thinking about all day, lamb?” Yuuma asked you, letting out a small hiss as he ran the pad of his thumb over the flushed tip of his cock. You caught your bottom lip between your teeth, swallowing the excess saliva in your mouth. He paused suddenly, making your eyebrows furrow, before he was pulling off the top of his uniform. “Or was it these?” He cupped his chest with his hands, grin only growing when you let out an unabashed groan at the sight. “Ha, you little pervert.”

“Yuuma!” You cried out, body trembling with the effort of keeping your hands on the desk. “If you don’t fuck me right now, I am going to die, okay? I’m gonna fucking die!” You wouldn’t, of course, but it sure felt like it.

His body shook with his laughter, and he moved closer. “Okay, okay,” Yuuma’s cock was pushing into you then, the sheer girth of it making your walls sting pleasantly. He kept going, slow and steady, until the entirety of his length was inside you. Your mind always felt a little foggy when he was inside you, helplessly drunk off him. Yuuma let out a breath, his eyes fluttering at the snug fit. There was a soft, wet squish from where you were joined as he experimentally rolled his hips, heavy sack settling against your ass. He buried his nose in your hair, humming, “Oh, lamb, always so greedy for me.”

“Always,” You nodded desperately, struggling to lock your ankles behind his back. The reminder of your size difference made you clench around his cock with a moan. “God, you’re so big, love.” You pawed at his chest, leaning in to catch a caramel colored nipple into your mouth while fondling the other with greedy fingers. He hissed, a hand tangling in your hair to keep you against his chest.

“Fuck.” Came the choked curse, and his hips slowly drew back until only the tip of his cock rested within you. Another experimental thrust had you moaning into his chest, peering up at him with glassy eyes as your lips busied themselves with bruising those pretty nipples of his. He looked down at you with flushed cheeks, sandy brown curls messier than before as he gently scratched at your scalp with the sigh of your name. That was your only warning before he was fucking into you with enough force to make your thighs sting. The tip of his cock jab-jab-jabbed at that wonderful place inside you that made stars burst across your vision.

Your eyes threatened to roll into the back of your head when one of his hands came down to rub you in time with his thrusts. Your legs shook around him, and you let go of his nipple with a pop. “Yuuma,” You tilted your head up to press heated kisses against the curve of his jaw, “you feel so good, love. So fucking big.”

Yuuma let out a strangled groan at your words, turning his face to capture your lips. Like always, he’s quickly suckling your tongue into his mouth, head bobbing as he eats up every moan and sigh and cry of his name. You part for breath, but you’re quickly brought into another utterly filthy kiss by his hand in your hair. You ran the tip of your tongue along the length of his fangs, a hand still groping at his chest while the other traveled down his muscled back to grab a handful of his firm ass. “Ah, coming—” He panted into your mouth, his hips losing their steady rhythm for something desperate and frantic, and you nipped at his bottom lip.

“Please,” You found yourself begging, nails digging into his arse as you try to pull him impossibly closer. “Inside, please.”

Yuuma pressed his forehead against yours, eyes screwing shut and mouth falling open with a loud groan. You cooed at him, pressing sweet kisses around his face even as you’re coming apart at the feeling of his cum flooding your insides. His hips flexed with every pulse of his cock, seemingly endless ropes of cum spurting inside you until they drip from where you’re joined, making a mess of your inner thighs as it drips down to pool on the desk. A sense of satisfaction settled within you like molasses, making your limbs heavy as they curl around him. He shuffled for a moment, and you heard him typing something on his phone— probably ordering a limo for the two of you. You rubbed your cheek against his own, content.

Until he started rubbing your bundle of nerves with slick fingers, laughing into your ear when you made a confused noise. “This is a punishment, remember?” Yuuma pressed a mocking kiss on your temple even as you squirmed at the near painful pleasure, your eyes stinging with unshed tears. He started rocking his hips, slow and steady as his cock hardened inside you. “Get ready, little lamb, ‘cause I’m gonna make you come until you’re begging me to stop.”

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