I recently was forced back into the Diabolik lovers fandom, I even made an OC. 🤣🤣
I’m sure it’s been done before, but here’s my prompt (that I may write a whole fic for one day … if I can make time) mainly for the triplets, but if you add the others I certainly won’t complain (should you wish to write it)
The sakamaki brothers and Yui had to take about a month leave from school for one reason or another, and they just got back. While walking in the hall, the triplets, specifically, smell an incredibly familiar scent as a young woman walks by them with her own friends. Kanato is the one who reacts first grabbing the girl by the wrist, causing her to spin around and face them properly.
Turns out this random girl is the spitting image of what Cordelia would look like if she was in high school. Even the way she smells is similar. Immediately, Yui, Ayato and Laito freeze, and Kanato causes a scene, crying and hugging her while calling her “Mama”. And the random girl kinda just… takes it in stride and lets him? Clearly seeing that he’s upset and mistaking her for someone she’s not. Not pretending to be his mother or anything, but just goes quiet and lets him cling to her without trying to pull away. Looking at her own friends and sakamaki brothers with concern, shock and more than a bit of bafflement.
It takes Reiji scolding Kanato to snap him out of it, and Kanato freezes and goes quiet when he realizes this girl is - in fact - not his mother. She smiles in a way their mother never has as she kindly says it’s okay, no harm done. Before very carefully untangling his arms from around her and rejoining her friends. Saying that it was nice to meet them. Seeming to respect that this was a private family matter, and excusing herself without a further comment.
Reiji and Laito of course do their own separate investigations right away regarding the mystery shadow of their past. But as it turns out, she’s not related to them, nor is she related to “that woman”, not even remotely. In fact, she’s Just a foreign exchange student who transferred to their school due to academic reasons and nothing else. There may be something in her scent that hints that’s she’s not fully human, but it’s so deeply buried and so far back her ancestral line that she might as well be a normal human. And given how she carries herself, there’s no knowledge of the supernatural world to this girl. She’s just a human.
And what’s kinda shocking to all of them… is that she’s actually a genuine person. She’s not a people pleaser by any means, and she has no qualms about dragging bullies into a classroom and then leaving while they’re bloody and passed out on the floor. But if someone needs help, she helps. If someone is upset, she comforts them. She’s the mom-friend in her group of friends, helping with hair and make-up, making sure they eat, calling them out if they don’t act right. Even helping with studies... And it’s wild and jarring seeing those actions from a girl who has the younger face of a woman who was quite literally a nightmare.
The main request;
How would the Sakamaki Brothers react to seeing the type of woman that Cordelia could have been, had she actually been a decent person/Mother.
And how would they interact with her? Whether willingly or if they were forced to, like they had to do a school project together or something.
(This turned out longer than I thought, my apologies)
Hii!!! I am SO SORRY for not writing this sooner! I’ve had so much going on this past year and this blog has just been put to the side 🥺 I love this idea! Thank you for taking your time and thank you for your reuquest!!!💕
Sakamaki brothers x reader! Who looks like Cordelia
Shu
At first, Shu barely reacts. When Kanato causes a scene in the hallway and grabs the girl, Shu only lifts his head slightly from where he had been half asleep against the wall. His expression remains unreadable, bored even… until he actually looks at her.
For a moment, Shu genuinely freezes. Not because he thinks it’s Cordelia. But because the resemblance is uncanny. The same eyes. The same shape of her mouth. The same soft tone in her voice.
It feels like a ghost of the past just walked into the hallway. And Shu hates ghosts.
He doesn’t say anything while Kanato clings to her, crying and calling her “Mama.” Instead, he simply watches. Observing the way the girl reacts.
What surprises him the most is that she doesn’t panic. She doesn’t shove Kanato away. She doesn’t scream. She doesn’t look disgusted.
Instead she gently lets him cling to her, clearly recognizing that he’s upset and confused. When she smiles softly and reassures him that it’s okay, Shu feels something unfamiliar twist in his chest.
Because Cordelia never smiled like that. Not once.
When she carefully untangles Kanato’s arms and leaves with her friends, Shu closes his eyes again like nothing happened. But he doesn’t sleep.
He thinks.
Later, when Reiji and Laito begin looking into the girl, Shu listens quietly while pretending not to care. When they confirm she isn’t related to Cordelia at all, he isn’t surprised.
In fact, part of him is relieved. Still… the resemblance bothers him more than he admits.
Because every time he sees her after that, he catches himself comparing.
The way she helps a friend with homework. The way she calmly shuts down bullies without cruelty.
The way she comforts someone who is crying in the hallway.
And every single time, the same thought crosses Shu’s mind, “So this is what she could have been.”
It doesn’t make him angry. It makes him tired.
If they’re forced to work together for a school project, Shu would initially try to avoid doing any work at all. He’d lie down somewhere and expect her to handle it.
But she wouldn’t tolerate that. She’d simply walk over, nudge his shoulder with her foot, and say something like, “If you don’t help, we’ll both fail.”
And for some reason… Shu would actually sit up. Not because she reminds him of Cordelia. But because she doesn’t.
And that difference is enough to quietly capture his attention.
Over time Shu becomes oddly comfortable around her. She never pressures him, never demands anything dramatic, never tries to manipulate him.
She simply treats him like a normal person. Which is something he rarely experiences. He’ll never say it out loud, of course.
But sometimes, when she’s talking to someone nearby, Shu will glance at her from where he’s lying down and think,
“If things had been different… maybe we wouldn’t have turned out like this.”
And then he closes his eyes again. But he isn’t sleeping.
Reiji
Reiji is the first one to truly understand what he’s looking at. When Kanato grabs the girl in the hallway and calls her “Mama,” Reiji’s immediate instinct is irritation. Public scenes are unacceptable, and Kanato’s behavior is embarrassing. He’s already preparing to reprimand him when the girl turns around fully.
And then Reiji stops. For a brief moment, a very brief one, his composure cracks.
The resemblance to Cordelia is unmistakable.
Not identical, but close enough that it sends an uncomfortable chill down his spine. The tilt of her head. The curve of her eyes. Even the way she carries herself holds echoes of someone Reiji spent centuries trying to forget.
His glasses slide slightly down his nose as he studies her more closely. Yet something is… wrong. Or rather, different.
When Kanato clings to her and begins crying, Reiji expects panic, disgust, or perhaps manipulation. That would have been Cordelia’s reaction, either cruelty or theatrical affection meant to serve herself.
But instead, the girl simply pauses. She lets Kanato hold onto her. Not indulgently. Not dramatically. Just patiently.
When she softly reassures him that it’s alright and gently untangles his arms, Reiji feels a quiet, unsettling realization forming in the back of his mind.
Cordelia never had that kind of patience. Never that kind of warmth.
When she leaves with her friends, Reiji immediately restores order, scolding Kanato sharply for his behavior. His tone is strict, controlled, and authoritative as always.
But internally, his thoughts are already moving elsewhere. Reiji does not believe in coincidences. So naturally, he investigates.
Within a few days he learns everything there is to know about her.
Foreign exchange student. No known supernatural connections. No relation to Cordelia or their family. The results should have been reassuring.
Instead, they leave him… unsettled.
Because the more he observes her afterward, the clearer the contrast becomes. She studies diligently. She helps classmates who are struggling.
She comforts her friends without expecting anything in return.
And when someone tries to bully one of those friends, she doesn’t manipulate the situation or pretend innocence.
She simply drags the bully to a classroom and handles the problem directly. Reiji finds this strangely… respectable. Though he would never say so aloud.
If they were assigned a school project together, Reiji would initially approach it with rigid professionalism. He would expect incompetence and prepare to do the work alone.
Instead, he quickly discovers that she is organized, capable, and surprisingly intelligent.
Even worse, she is unimpressed by him. While most students are intimidated by Reiji’s presence and authority, she treats him like a perfectly normal classmate.
She’ll correct him if he overlooks something. She’ll disagree with him without hesitation.
And when he begins to lecture her about efficiency or discipline, she’ll calmly respond with something like,
“You know, you don’t have to act like the entire world will collapse if someone makes a mistake.”
The audacity of such a statement would normally infuriate him. Yet for some reason… it doesn’t.
Instead, Reiji feels a strange sense of quiet fascination. Because looking at her feels like staring at an impossible alternate reality.
A version of Cordelia who used her intelligence for kindness instead of cruelty.
A version who raised children instead of tormenting them.
Reiji would never admit it aloud, but occasionally when he watches her interact with her friends, a single thought crosses his mind, “If she had been like this… would we have been different?”
The answer irritates him. So he adjusts his glasses, buries himself in work, and pretends the thought never existed. But despite that, Reiji finds himself paying attention to her more than he ever intended.
Ayato
Ayato is the second one to notice the scent. At first he just wrinkles his nose, confused. The smell is familiar, painfully familiar, and for a second his instincts flare up in a way he can’t explain.
Then the girl walks past. And Ayato’s entire body goes rigid. He knows that face. Or rather, he should know that face.
It’s like seeing Cordelia through a distorted mirror, younger, softer, and without that cruel smile that haunted most of his childhood. The resemblance hits him so suddenly that his brain almost refuses to process it.
Before he can react properly, Kanato has already grabbed her.
When Kanato starts crying and calling her “Mama,” Ayato’s first instinct is anger. Not at the girl. At the situation. At the memories.
At the fact that something so messed up just happened in the middle of the school hallway.
He clicks his tongue loudly and snaps something irritated like, “Oi, Kanato! Quit making a scene!”
But he doesn’t pull Kanato away. Because Ayato is watching her. Carefully. Expecting her to react the way Cordelia would have.
To laugh. To manipulate the moment. To shove Kanato away like he’s annoying. Instead, she jus, lets him cry.
When she gently comforts him and tells him it’s okay, Ayato’s stomach twists in a way he hates.
Because Cordelia never comforted anyone. Especially not them.
When the girl eventually leaves with her friends, Ayato scoffs loudly and acts like the whole thing was stupid.
“Tch. That was weird.”
But he doesn’t forget. Not even close.
After Reiji and Laito investigate and confirm she isn’t related to them, Ayato pretends he doesn’t care. He shrugs it off like it’s meaningless.
But every time he sees her at school after that, his eyes automatically follow her. At first it’s pure suspicion. He’s waiting for the act to drop.
Waiting for her to reveal she’s secretly manipulative or fake.
Because someone who looks like Cordelia shouldn’t be that nice. But she never changes. She helps people with homework. She fixes her friends’ hair in the bathroom.
She gives someone half her lunch because they forgot theirs.
And when a bully tries to start something, she doesn’t cry or run away. She handles it confidently.
Ayato finds himself getting weirdly annoyed watching it.
Because the more he sees her, the more obvious the difference becomes.
Cordelia loved attention. This girl doesn’t care about it. Cordelia manipulated people. This girl protects them.
Cordelia made them feel small. This girl lifts people up without even thinking about it.
If they get forced into a school project together, Ayato’s first reaction is loud complaining.
“Tch! Why do I gotta work with you?”
But he quickly realizes something unexpected. She doesn’t treat him like he’s intimidating. She doesn’t act scared.
And she definitely doesn’t treat him like royalty the way most students do.
If he slacks off, she’ll shove a paper toward him and say something blunt like,
“Stop whining and help.”
Which immediately irritates him.
“Oi! You got a lotta nerve talking to the Great Ayato like that!”
But… he still helps.
Because somehow, arguing with her is more interesting than ignoring the project entirely.
Over time Ayato becomes weirdly competitive with her. Not in a hostile way. More like he wants to prove he’s better. That he’s smarter. That he’s stronger.
But occasionally when she laughs with her friends nearby, Ayato catches himself staring a little too long.
And a thought slips into his head before he can stop it.
“If Cordelia had been like that… would she have looked at us differently?”
The idea makes him uncomfortable. So he immediately buries it under his usual arrogance.
“Tch. Whatever. Who cares.”
But the truth is, Ayato notices her. A lot more than he wants to admit.
Laito
Laito notices the resemblance almost immediately. While Kanato clings to the girl in the hallway, crying and calling her “Mama,” Laito is watching very carefully from the side. Unlike the others, he doesn’t react with shock or anger right away.
Instead, he smiles. Not because the situation is funny. But because it’s interesting.
The resemblance is undeniable. Anyone who knew Cordelia would see it instantly. The same soft features, the same delicate expression.
For a moment it almost feels like someone dug up an old ghost and placed it in the middle of the school hallway.
But the illusion breaks quickly. Because Cordelia would never react the way this girl does.
When Kanato clings to her, she doesn’t recoil. She doesn’t play along for attention either. She simply lets him cry for a moment, gently patting his shoulder until he calms down.
Laito tilts his head slightly while watching. Curious. Because Cordelia’s affection was always sharp, dangerous, suffocating, twisted.
This girl’s warmth is quiet. Natural. And completely unfamiliar. When she leaves with her friends, Laito hums thoughtfully.
Later, when he and Reiji investigate her background, Laito already suspects the answer before they even finish.
Of course she isn’t related to Cordelia. If she were, she wouldn’t be like that. Still, Laito becomes oddly fascinated with observing her afterward.
At first, he treats it like a game. He’ll casually lean against a wall while she passes by, smiling in that playful way of his.
“Bitch-chan~ you know, you look awfully familiar.”
Most girls would get flustered or embarrassed by the attention. She doesn’t. Instead she might simply look at him, confused, and say something like, “Have we met before?”
Which only makes Laito grin wider. Because she genuinely doesn’t understand what he means.
The more he watches her, the stranger it feels. She’s kind to her friends. She’s protective when someone is upset. She’s patient when helping someone study. None of it feels calculated. None of it feels fake. And that’s exactly what unsettles Laito the most.
Because Cordelia’s affection was always a trap. Every smile had a purpose. Every touch had strings attached.
But when this girl comforts someone, there’s nothing behind it except simple concern.
If they’re forced to work together on a school project, Laito immediately turns the situation into entertainment.
He’ll lean too close while they’re reading. Rest his chin on his hand and watch her work instead of helping.
Drop teasing comments just to see how she reacts.
“Ne, ne~ are you always this serious?”
But something strange happens. She doesn’t blush. She doesn’t flirt back. She doesn’t get nervous. Instead she might calmly slide a notebook toward him and say:
“If you’re done talking, you can help with this part.”
For once, Laito is the one slightly surprised. Most people either fall for his charm or become uncomfortable around him. She does neither.
She just treats him like a normal person. Which is, incredibly unusual. And strangely refreshing. Over time, Laito’s teasing becomes less sharp and more curious.
Sometimes he watches the way she interacts with her friends and a quiet thought crosses his mind.
“If our mother had been like that… would we still be broken?”
The thought lingers longer than he likes. So he laughs it off like everything else.
“Fufu~ what a strange girl.”
But deep down, Laito keeps observing her. Because seeing a version of Cordelia that isn’t cruel feels like staring into an alternate world.
One where things might have turned out very differently.
Kanato
Kanato is the one who reacts first. The moment the girl walks past them in the hallway, the scent hits him like a wave. It’s faint, diluted, but painfully familiar. Something deep in his memories recognizes it instantly.
His head snaps toward her. And when he sees her face, everything else disappears.
For a moment, Kanato isn’t in the school hallway anymore. He’s a child again.
A very small child, looking up at the woman who once held him, praised him, and told him he was special. Before everything became twisted.
Before everything became cruel. Before she stopped looking at him like he mattered.
Without thinking, Kanato grabs her wrist and spins her around. His heart is racing so fast it almost hurts.
Because the girl standing in front of him looks so much like Cordelia that his mind struggles to separate the two.
The same eyes. The same softness. And suddenly the word slips out before he can stop it.
“Mama…”
The moment Kanato hugs her, clinging tightly to her like he used to long ago, the hallway goes completely silent.
Kanato expects many things. For her to laugh. For her to push him away. For her to tell him he’s pathetic.
Because that’s what Cordelia eventually would have done.
But instead…
She simply freezes for a second, clearly confused. Then she gently relaxes. Slowly, carefully, she lets him hold onto her. Not encouraging it. But not rejecting him either.
Her hand hesitates before lightly patting his shoulder.
“Hey… it’s okay.”
Her voice is soft. Concerned. And completely sincere.
Kanato doesn’t understand why, but hearing those words makes his chest ache. Because Cordelia never comforted him like that. Not without expecting something in return.
When the girl eventually realizes he has mistaken her for someone else, she carefully untangles his arms.
She smiles gently and reassures him that everything is alright before leaving with her friends.
Kanato just stands there. Frozen.
Later, when Reiji explains that the girl isn’t related to Cordelia at all, Kanato refuses to believe it at first. He insists they must be lying.
There has to be some connection. Because someone who looks that much like her can’t just exist randomly.
But the more Kanato observes her from a distance afterward, the more confusing things become. She laughs with her friends. She helps them with homework. She comforts them when they cry.
And when someone bullies one of them, she immediately steps in. Not cruel. Not manipulative. Just protective.
Every time Kanato sees it, something inside him tightens painfully.
Because this girl behaves like the kind of mother he once believed Cordelia was.
The kind of mother he wanted her to be. If they’re forced to work together on a school project, Kanato is initially furious.
He refuses. He yells. He demands someone else take her place. Because being around her is too confusing. Too painful. But if he eventually has no choice, the project becomes… strange.
Kanato constantly watches her. Analyzing every movement. Waiting for the act to break. Waiting for her kindness to turn cruel the way Cordelia’s always did.
But it never happens. Instead, when Kanato lashes out or insults her, she simply sighs and keeps working.
Sometimes she even says something calm like,
“You seem really angry today.”
Which only makes him more frustrated. Because she isn’t scared. She isn’t offended. She just… understands that he’s upset.
And that makes Kanato feel emotions he absolutely hates. Confusion. Frustration. And something dangerously close to longing.
Sometimes, when she isn’t looking, Kanato will quietly stare at her.
And in those moments, a single thought echoes in his mind:
“Why couldn’t Mama be like that?”
The realization hurts. So Kanato quickly turns away, hugging Teddy tightly to his chest. Because it’s easier to believe his mother loved him… Than to face the possibility that she never did.
Subaru
Subaru is the last one to react.
While Kanato clings to the girl in the hallway, crying and calling her “Mama,” Subaru is standing slightly behind the others, his hands shoved deep into his pockets like always.
At first he doesn’t even bother looking. Kanato making a scene is nothing new.
But when he finally glances up and sees the girl’s face… Subaru immediately looks away again. His jaw tightens.
Because he recognizes that face instantly. He spent centuries trying to forget it. Cordelia.
The woman who treated him like a monster the moment he was born.
Seeing someone who looks so much like her standing in the hallway makes his stomach churn. But something is wrong.
Subaru slowly glances back.
Because the expression on the girl’s face isn’t what he expected. She isn’t smirking. She isn’t annoyed.
She isn’t mocking Kanato. Instead she just looks, worried. Confused, yes, but mostly concerned about why a stranger is suddenly crying and clinging to her.
When she gently reassures Kanato and lets him calm down before carefully freeing herself, Subaru feels something twist uncomfortably in his chest.
Cordelia never comforted anyone. Especially not her own children. Subaru says nothing when she walks away.
He simply clicks his tongue quietly and mutters something under his breath like, ”…Tch.”
But the image sticks in his mind longer than he likes.
Later, when Reiji confirms she isn’t related to them at all, Subaru isn’t surprised. In fact, he’s almost relieved.
Because if she was connected to Cordelia somehow, Subaru isn’t sure he’d be able to stand being around her.
Still, the resemblance continues to bother him every time he sees her at school.
At first Subaru avoids her completely. If she walks into a room, he leaves. If she sits nearby, he moves somewhere else.
Not because he’s scared of her. But because looking at her reminds him too much of someone he hates.
But eventually Subaru starts noticing something strange. She isn’t anything like Cordelia.
She helps people without mocking them. She stands up for her friends without humiliating them.
She laughs easily, warmly, like kindness comes naturally to her.
And the more Subaru sees it, the more uncomfortable he feels.
Because the contrast is impossible to ignore. Cordelia hurt people for amusement. This girl protects them without thinking twice.
If they end up forced to work on a school project together, Subaru is immediately irritated.
“Tch. I’ll do it myself.”
He tries to take over the entire project just to finish it quickly and leave. But she refuses. Not aggressively. Just stubbornly.
She’ll grab half the papers and say something simple like,
“We’re both doing the work.”
Subaru expects her to eventually get scared of him. Most people do. But she doesn’t.
Even when he slams his fist on the desk in frustration or raises his voice, she simply sighs and continues working.
Sometimes she’ll even calmly tell him, “You know, yelling isn’t going to help.”
Which usually makes Subaru glare at her. Hard. But strangely, he listens. Because she isn’t saying it to control him.
She’s saying it because she genuinely believes it. Over time Subaru becomes quieter around her. Less aggressive.
Not friendly, he’s still Subaru, after all. But the hostility fades slightly. Sometimes he catches himself watching the way she interacts with her friends.
The way she comforts someone who’s upset. The way she smiles when they thank her. And every single time, the same bitter thought appears in his mind.
“Why couldn’t she have been like that?”
Subaru hates the thought immediately. So he shoves his hands deeper into his pockets, looks away, and mutters something irritated under his breath.
But the truth is, out of all the brothers, Subaru might be the one most disturbed by her existence.
Because she proves something he spent centuries denying. That Cordelia didn’t have to be cruel. She simply chose to be.
Make more of the Sakamakis groupchat please it’s hilarious 🙏🙏
hiii! I’m so happy you like my work!!! Sorry for taking so long 😭😭 I’ve had so much going on in life I haven’t been able to write for such a long time. I hope you will enjoy anyhow!!!
Sakamaki brothers x reader x Mukami brothers
Groupchat edition part 3!
I know this might not make fully sense, but I do love some chaos😜
Group Chat: “Sakamaki Household (DO NOT CHANGE NAME)”
Ore-sama🌟: OI SNACKPACK WHAT IS THAT ON YOUR NECK??
SnackPack🩷: what
Ore-sama🌟: DON’T PLAY DUMB THAT’S A BITE MARK
HoleInTheWall🥀: …
HoleInTheWall🥀: who the hell bit you.
RulesAndRegrets📚: Explain. Immediately.
LoverBoy💋: Oh my~ looks like someone had a very exciting night ❤️
Teddy4Life🧸: WHAT?!
Teddy4Life🧸: WHO DID IT 😭
SleepyFang😴: …why is everyone yelling.
Ore-sama🌟: SOMEONE BIT SNACKPACK
Ore-sama🌟: AND IT WASN’T ME
HoleInTheWall🥀: you sound disappointed about that.
Ore-sama🌟: I AM
SnackPack🩷: you guys it’s not a big deal—
RulesAndRegrets📚: It absolutely is.
RulesAndRegrets📚: Unauthorized feeding is unacceptable.
LoverBoy💋: Mmm~ “unauthorized,” he says.
LoverBoy💋: Are you jealous, Reiji-kun? ❤️
RulesAndRegrets📚: Don’t be absurd.
Teddy4Life🧸: SHE’S MINE YOU CAN’T JUST BITE HER!!
Ore-sama🌟: WAIT WAIT WAIT
Ore-sama🌟: WHAT IF IT WAS SHU
SleepyFang😴: …
SleepyFang😴: i just woke up.
Ore-sama🌟: THAT SOUNDS SUSPICIOUS
HoleInTheWall🥀: yeah actually it does.
SnackPack🩷: IT WASN’T SHU
LoverBoy💋: Oh? So you do know who it was~
SnackPack🩷: I—
Ore-sama🌟: AHA
Ore-sama🌟: CONFESSION TIME 😈
Teddy4Life🧸: TELL US RIGHT NOW
RulesAndRegrets📚: Y/N.
SnackPack🩷: …
SnackPack🩷: maybe it was one of you
Ore-sama🌟: IT WAS ME WASN’T IT 😎
HoleInTheWall🥀: shut up
LoverBoy💋: Oh my~ this is getting interesting ❤️
RulesAndRegrets📚: I am going to regret this conversation.
Ore-sama🌟: OKAY EVERYONE CALM DOWN
Ore-sama🌟: we can figure this out logically 😎
HoleInTheWall🥀: you don’t even know what logically means.
Ore-sama🌟: RUDE
Ore-sama🌟: but seriously SnackPack it was me right
SnackPack🩷: why do you want it to be you so badly
Ore-sama🌟: because I’m ore-sama obviously
LoverBoy💋: Fufu~ Ayato-kun… wouldn’t you know if you bit them? ❤️
HoleInTheWall🥀: yeah.
HoleInTheWall🥀: ayato wouldn’t you know if you bit them?
Ore-sama🌟: …
Ore-sama🌟: NOT NECESSARILY
RulesAndRegrets📚: That makes absolutely no sense.
Ore-sama🌟: WHAT IF I BIT THEM AND FORGOT
HoleInTheWall🥀: you’re an idiot
SleepyFang😴: agreed
Teddy4Life🧸: THIS ISN’T FUNNY
Teddy4Life🧸: someone BIT them
Teddy4Life🧸: THAT’S VERY IMPORTANT
LoverBoy💋: Oh? Are you jealous, Kanato-kun?
Teddy4Life🧸: YES 😭
RulesAndRegrets📚: Enough.
RulesAndRegrets📚: Y/N, describe the bite.
SnackPack🩷: …describe it?
RulesAndRegrets📚: Depth, placement, timing.
Ore-sama🌟: REIJI WHAT KIND OF QUESTION IS THAT
LoverBoy💋: I’m actually very interested in the answer ❤️
Ore-sama🌟: AND SNACKPACK’S TYPE WAS “TALL QUIET AND MEAN”
HoleInTheWall🥀: shut up
HoleInTheWall🥀: I didn’t bite them
LoverBoy💋: Oh? You sound very defensive~ ❤️
HoleInTheWall🥀: because you’re all idiots
Teddy4Life🧸: I THINK IT WAS LAITO
LoverBoy💋: Ara~? Why me?
Teddy4Life🧸: YOU BITE PEOPLE ALL THE TIME
LoverBoy💋: Well that’s just slander~
Ore-sama🌟: nah that’s literally true
RulesAndRegrets📚: Enough childish accusations.
RulesAndRegrets📚: If we approach this rationally—
Ore-sama🌟: OH MY GOD REIJI IT WAS YOU
RulesAndRegrets📚: WHAT
Ore-sama🌟: you’re being WAY TOO INVESTED IN THIS
HoleInTheWall🥀: he does sound suspicious
LoverBoy💋: My my~ Reiji-kun sneaking around at night? How scandalous ❤️
RulesAndRegrets📚: This is absurd.
SleepyFang😴:
SleepyFang😴: maybe it was snackpack
Ore-sama🌟: what
SleepyFang😴: maybe they bit themselves
SnackPack🩷: shu that’s not how that works
SleepyFang😴: worth asking
Ore-sama🌟: OKAY NEW THEORY
Ore-sama🌟: IT WAS KANATO
Teddy4Life🧸: WHAT?!
Ore-sama🌟: YOU’RE OBSESSED WITH SNACKPACK
Teddy4Life🧸: THAT DOESN’T MEAN I BIT THEM 😭
LoverBoy💋: It kind of does~
RulesAndRegrets📚: We are wasting time.
RulesAndRegrets📚: Y/N clearly knows who it was.
Ore-sama🌟: YEAH
Ore-sama🌟: SNACKPACK
Ore-sama🌟: CONFESS 😈
SnackPack🩷: …
SnackPack🩷: maybe I liked it
Teddy4Life🧸: WHAT
Ore-sama🌟: WHAT
HoleInTheWall🥀: WHAT
RulesAndRegrets📚: WHAT
LoverBoy💋: Oh my~ ❤️
SleepyFang😴: interesting
Teddy4Life🧸: WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU LIKED IT 😭
Ore-sama🌟: HOLD ON
Ore-sama🌟: SOMEONE HERE BIT YOU
Ore-sama🌟: AND YOU LIKED IT
HoleInTheWall🥀: that’s not helping
RulesAndRegrets📚: Y/N, your wording is extremely concerning.
LoverBoy💋: Oh my~ our little SnackPack enjoyed themselves ❤️
SleepyFang😴: this chat got loud again
SnackPack🩷: you guys are overreacting
Ore-sama🌟: OVERREACTING??
Ore-sama🌟: SOMEONE STOLE MY—
RulesAndRegrets📚: Finish that sentence carefully.
Ore-sama🌟: …
Ore-sama🌟: MY OPPORTUNITY
(system message: Ruki Mukami has joined the chat)
(system message: Kou Mukami has joined the chat)
(system message: Yuma Mukami has joined the chat)
(system message: Azusa Mukami has joined the chat)
MetalBat📚: Good evening.
Ore-sama🌟: WHAT
HoleInTheWall🥀: why are THEY here
RulesAndRegrets📚: Who added the Mukami brothers to this chat?
BoomStar🎤: Oooh~ looks like we walked in at the perfect time 💙
Teddy4Life🧸: GET OUT
SleepyFang😴: annoying
MetalBat📚: My apologies for the intrusion.
MetalBat📚: We were invited.
SnackPack🩷: …
Ore-sama🌟: SNACKPACK
Ore-sama🌟: WHAT DID YOU DO
HammerFarmer🌽: heh
HammerFarmer🌽: ya really wanna know where they were last night?
HoleInTheWall🥀: …
RulesAndRegrets📚: Explain.
BoomStar🎤: Oh, this is fun already~
MetalBat📚: If you must know…
MetalBat📚: Y/N spent the evening with us.
Ore-sama🌟: WHAT
Teddy4Life🧸: WHAT
HoleInTheWall🥀: WHAT
RulesAndRegrets📚: WHAT
SleepyFang😴: …
LoverBoy💋: Oh my~ ❤️
Ore-sama🌟: YOU HALF BLOODS BIT THEM??
MetalBat📚: I never said that.
BoomStar🎤: But someone definitely did~
HammerFarmer🌽: yeah
HammerFarmer🌽: question is
HammerFarmer🌽: which one of us
Teddy4Life🧸: YOU MONSTERS 😭
HoleInTheWall🥀: which one of you did it
Ore-sama🌟: YEAH
Ore-sama🌟: WHO BIT SNACKPACK
ScarBaby🩸: …
ScarBaby🩸: I could tell you
ScarBaby🩸: but
ScarBaby🩸: it’s more fun watching you argue
Ore-sama🌟: I KNEW IT
Ore-sama🌟: I KNEW YOU HALF BLOODS WERE INVOLVED
MetalBat📚: Such hostility. We only joined a conversation.
RulesAndRegrets📚: You joined a private household chat.
BoomStar🎤: Relax, glasses~ we’re just enjoying the drama 💙
HoleInTheWall🥀: stop dodging the question
HoleInTheWall🥀: which one of you bit them
HammerFarmer🌽: heh
HammerFarmer🌽: ya act like we’d just hand that info over
Ore-sama🌟: BECAUSE YOU WILL
Ore-sama🌟: SNACKPACK IS OUR—
RulesAndRegrets📚: Finish that sentence very carefully, Ayato.
Ore-sama🌟: …
Ore-sama🌟: OUR FRIEND
LoverBoy💋: My my~ such restraint ❤️
Teddy4Life🧸: THEY BELONG WITH US 😭
BoomStar🎤: Oh? Possessive much?
MetalBat📚: Fascinating.
SnackPack🩷: you guys are making this way bigger than it is
Ore-sama🌟: BIGGER THAN—
Ore-sama🌟: YOU GOT BIT BY THE ENEMY
SleepyFang😴: this chat got loud again
SleepyFang😴:
SleepyFang😴: did you enjoy their company
SnackPack🩷: shu why would you ask that
SleepyFang😴: curious
BoomStar🎤: Ooooh~ now that’s an interesting question
MetalBat📚: Indeed.
SnackPack🩷: …maybe
Ore-sama🌟: THIS IS A DISASTER
HoleInTheWall🥀: unbelievable
Teddy4Life🧸: TRAITOR 😭
RulesAndRegrets📚: Control yourselves.
HammerFarmer🌽: look
HammerFarmer🌽: if it helps
HammerFarmer🌽: they came willingly
Ore-sama🌟:
Ore-sama🌟: I’M GOING TO YOUR MANSION
RulesAndRegrets📚: You are doing no such thing.
Ore-sama🌟: I’M GONNA FIND OUT WHICH ONE OF YOU DID IT
How they react to your being turned into a vampire
Sorry for not posting in so long!!!! I’ve been so busy!!!!!!
Shu
~When he first finds out, Shu doesn’t say a word. Just stares at you in silence, eyes heavy lidded, like he’s trying to decide if it’s a dream or a nightmare.
~He never admits it aloud, but there’s a flicker of relief. You won’t die before him. You won’t slip away like all the humans he’s lost.
~Still, he acts indifferent at first, muttering something like, “So now you’ll be just as annoying forever.” But you hear the softness under his tone.
~He’ll test your senses, asking if you can hear his heartbeat, smell his blood, notice small sounds. It’s his quiet way of helping you adjust.
~When you struggle with your thirst, Shu doesn’t stop you. Instead, he tilts his head lazily and says, “If you need blood, take it from me. Don’t go to anyone else.” His voice low, possessive.
~Feeding from him becomes something strangely intimate, he doesn’t flinch or push you away. Sometimes his hand finds the back of your head, holding you there longer than necessary.
~If you panic about losing your humanity, he’ll sigh and brush his thumb under your eye, murmuring, “Human or not, you’re still you. Stop thinking so much.”
~You catch him watching you sometimes, when you sleep, or when the moonlight hits your skin differently. He won’t say it, but he’s memorizing this new version of you.
~He jokes that now you have “no excuse to wake him up during the day,” but still lets you crawl into his bed whenever you want.
~Deep down, he’s grateful. Eternity isn’t so terrifying anymore, not when he knows he won’t have to spend it alone.
Reiji
~When you tell him, Reiji goes silent, not out of shock, but calculation. His eyes narrow behind his glasses as if assessing the damage and potential in equal measure.
~“So… it’s done, then.” His tone is smooth, but you hear something sharp beneath it. Regret? Relief? Maybe both.
~He won’t let you see how deeply it unsettles him. Instead, he busies himself, preparing blood substitutes, organizing lessons on restraint, crafting a feeding schedule. Structure is how he copes.
~“You will not let hunger control you. Do you understand?” he says, yet his fingers brush your cheek with rare gentleness as he hands you a crystal goblet of blood.
~Privately, he’s furious with himself for not preventing it. He was supposed to protect you from this cursed eternity, not join you to it.
~Still, there’s a spark of admiration when he watches you adjust, you adapt faster than he expected, and he finds that… intoxicating.
~When you catch him studying you too long, he clears his throat and looks away. “Merely ensuring your condition remains stable. Don’t misinterpret my attention.”
~But his composure fractures the first time you feed from him. His breath hitches when your fangs pierce his skin, the scholar undone in an instant.
~ ”Control yourself,” he whispers, though his hand is gripping your shoulder tightly, voice trembling against your hair.
~Later, he admits, in the quiet of his study, that eternity doesn’t frighten him anymore.
~“If this is what must be,” he murmurs, “then at least I’ll have someone who understands the weight of it.”
~You catch a faint smile then, small, rare, and meant only for you.
Ayato
~When he finds out, Ayato laughs, not out of mockery, but because he can’t believe it. “Heh, you really went and did it, huh? Now you’re just like me.”
~He’s thrilled, not scared, not worried. To him, it’s proof that you belong to him completely.
~He’ll brag about it endlessly. “Guess even your blood wanted to be like mine. Typical, everyone wants to be Ore-sama.”
~But beneath that ego, there’s a flash of raw emotion he doesn’t want you to see. He’s never had anyone who could stay with him forever, not without dying or leaving.
~You notice it when his laughter quiets down and he mutters, “…You better not regret it, okay?” His voice softer, eyes avoiding yours.
~The first time you bare your fangs, he grins wide, fangs flashing back at you. “Cute. You look dangerous, I like it.”
~When you get your first taste of blood, he insists it’s from him. He tilts his neck, smug and challenging. “Go on. Take it. You think you can handle me now?”
~You bite him, and he groans, half in surprise, half in pleasure. His hand shoots up to your hair, keeping you there as he smirks through a hiss of breath.
~Afterwards, he teases endlessly: “See? Told ya you’d like it. You’re hopeless without me.”
~But when you fall asleep later, he watches you, quiet for once, brushing his thumb along your jaw.
~“Now you can’t leave me, right? You’ll be with me forever.” It’s not a question. It’s a vow.
Kanato
~When you tell him, Kanato freezes, expression blank for a long, uncomfortable moment. Then he laughs. Too softly. Too sweetly.
~“You’re joking, right? You wouldn’t do that without telling me first.”
~When he realizes it’s true, his hands tremble, not from anger, but from the panic creeping up his throat.
~“You were supposed to be mine… my precious, fragile human…”
~He can’t decide if he’s angry or heartbroken. He paces, mutters, asks if you still love him, if your heart still beats for him.
~Teddy is in his arms the whole time. He presses the stuffed bear to his chest and whispers, “She’s different now, isn’t she? She’ll forget us, Teddy…”
~When you reach for him, he flinches, then suddenly pulls you in, clinging tightly, as if you might vanish.
~“Don’t leave me. Don’t change too much. Promise me you’ll stay exactly like this.”
~He studies your fangs, your eyes, your scent, fascinated and horrified. “So beautiful… so terrible.”
~Eventually, curiosity wins over fear. He insists on seeing your bite. “If you can take blood, you’ll take it from me. Only me. Understand?”
~ When your fangs sink in, he gasps, the mix of pain and pleasure enough to make him shiver. Tears slip down his cheeks, but he smiles through them.
~“See? You still need me. You still love me. You’ll never stop.”
~Later, he’ll lay with his head in your lap, eyes glassy but peaceful for once.
~“Now we’re the same… If eternity means staying like this with you, then maybe it’s not so bad.”
~Teddy sits beside you both, the silent witness to his madness, and his love.
Laito
~The moment he finds out, Laito chuckles softly. His smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes.
~“Oh? So my little Bitch-chan decided to become a monster too?”
~He says it playfully, but there’s a tremor in his voice, a quiet disbelief. He never thought you’d really choose eternity, not with him.
~He leans in close, eyes glinting. “Ne~ Tell me, how does it feel? The hunger… the power? Does it make your heart race, or did you lose that too?”
~You see through the act, his questions are his way of testing you, of asking if you’re still you.
~When you admit you’re scared, his façade softens instantly. “Ah… so you still tremble. Good. I like you better when you shake in my arms.”
~He makes you laugh to ease your nerves, teasing, tracing your fangs with his finger. “You look delicious like this, you know? Now you’re the temptation instead of the tempted.”
~But when you ask if he’s happy, his eyes flicker, amusement fading.
~“Happy? Hah… I don’t know, Bitch-chan. I think I liked it better when I was the only sinner in this story.”
~Still, when you bite him for the first time, he moans softly, leaning into you instead of pulling away. “Mmm~ So greedy already. I’ve created a little demon.”
~Afterwards, he presses a kiss to your neck, where his own bite marks shimmer faintly. “Now we’re the same, hm? I guess I can’t play the bad guy alone anymore.”
~When you sleep beside him later, he traces invisible shapes on your skin and whispers, so quietly you almost miss it, “Don’t disappear on me too, okay?”It’s not a tease this time. It’s a plea.
Subaru
~When he finds out, Subaru doesn’t speak. He just stares, jaw tight, eyes wide, a storm behind his silence.
~ The first words he finally manages are a growl, ”Who did it?” His voice cracks halfway through.
~When you tell him it doesn’t matter, that it’s done, he clenches his fists hard enough to draw blood. “Of course it matters! You shouldn’t have to live like this!”
~He turns away from you, not because he’s angry at you, but because if he looks too long, you’ll see the tears he’s fighting to hold back.
~“I wanted to protect you from this… not drag you into my hell.”
~For days, he avoids you, afraid he’ll say something cruel out of fear. But when he finally comes back, he’s quieter, defeated, almost tender.
~“You still look like you… still smell like you. Maybe I’m just selfish, but… I’m glad you’re here.”
~When your thirst takes over for the first time, you expect him to stop you, but he doesn’t. He simply tilts his neck, voice low, ”If you have to drink… take it from me. I can handle it.”
~You bite him, and he gasps, not in pain, but in surrender. His hand finds your back, holding you steady. When you pull away, his eyes soften.
~“Idiot… you’re supposed to take care of yourself, not me.”
~Later, he lets you curl up beside him. You rest your head on his chest, and he finally admits, barely above a whisper, “At least now I don’t have to watch you die. Maybe… maybe this isn’t such a curse after all.”
~His arm tightens around you as if afraid you’ll vanish. And for the first time in his life, eternity doesn’t feel so lonely.
Hiii Can I have a one shot of Reiji with a reader who is bullied or is a loser?
p.s i love your projects they are so good! ;)
Thank you so much for your support and your request! I have been so bussy I haven’t been able to write for a while, so sorry for the wait… I hope you will enjoy!
Order in the chaos
Reiji Sakamaki x Bullied! Reader
Angst/fluff
The storm had followed you home.
The streets were slick with rain, the wind slicing through your soaked uniform as you hurried down the path toward the Sakamaki mansion. Your backpack hung from one shoulder, sagging from the weight of drenched notebooks and shame. You didn’t even try to shield yourself anymore, the damage had been done hours ago.
You could still hear them laughing. Still feel the sting of the soda they dumped over your head, the snide comments about how “someone like you doesn’t belong here,” and the cold edge of a locker door slamming against your shoulder.
They always found something to pick at. The way you kept to yourself. The way you looked. The way you clung to books and silence like they were armor.
But nothing ever protected you.
Except maybe him.
You weren’t sure what drove you to his mansion each time, what part of you thought seeking out a vampire known for discipline and control was safer than staying in your own skin, but your feet always carried you back here. Back to him.
The grand doors opened with a low creak, echoing through the elegant stillness of the house. You stepped inside and tried not to wince at the sound of your wet shoes squelching on the polished marble floor.
“Dripping all over the entryway, are we?”
His voice was unmistakable, smooth, sharp, and laced with a familiar mix of disappointment and curiosity.
Reiji stood at the top of the staircase, book in hand, framed by the soft glow of candlelight behind him. His crimson eyes locked onto you, sweeping from head to toe with a slow, calculated gaze. Your heart skipped.
“Honestly,” he muttered, beginning his descent with the calm authority of a man who never rushed. “You look utterly pathetic.”
You opened your mouth, maybe to defend yourself, maybe to explain why you didn’t fight back, why you let them shove you again, but the words stuck in your throat. There was no dignity left in you to defend.
By the time he reached the bottom step, your hands were trembling, fingers clutching the strap of your bag with white knuckled shame. Reiji stopped just inches from you, his height and posture casting a long shadow across your hunched form.
“Your uniform is ruined. Your posture is disgraceful. And you didn’t even have the courtesy to call ahead.”
He took a long breath, setting the book aside on a nearby table before reaching for you. His gloved hand tilted your chin upward, not cruelly, but firmly, as though daring you to look him in the eye.
You did. Slowly. Shame burned in your chest.
“You allowed them to do this to you again, didn’t you?” His voice lowered, the disapproval colder now, but behind the sharpness was something quieter. Protective. Possessive.
You swallowed hard. “I didn’t… I didn’t want to cause trouble. I thought it would stop.”
Reiji’s lips curled into something dangerously close to a smirk.
“You continue to underestimate the value of fear, little one.”
His hand dropped from your chin, trailing lightly along your jaw before withdrawing altogether.
“I’ve told you before,” he continued, turning away just long enough to remove his glasses and polish them with a silk cloth. “Being mine means no one touches you without my permission.”
His words struck something deep in your chest, something that both comforted and scared you. No one had ever claimed you like that. Not until him.
Reiji looked back over his shoulder, red eyes gleaming like blood under glass.
“Come. We will not tolerate this disgraceful state any longer.”
You felt a shiver crawl up your spine at his words. It wasn’t just the cold of the storm creeping through your clothes anymore. His tone, so commanding and certain, wrapped around you like chains. A strange mix of fear and longing settled into your chest.
“I—I’m sorry,” you whispered, your voice small against the weight of his presence. You could feel the heat of his gaze on you, the disappointment that only made you feel smaller.
Reiji’s eyes narrowed slightly, studying you with that same, unflinching intensity. “Sorry?” he repeated, his voice laced with a hint of amusement, though the edge remained sharp. “Do you think an apology will undo what they did to you? Do you think it will erase your weakness?”
You didn’t know how to answer. The truth was, you didn’t want to be weak anymore. But every time you faced that cruelty, every time you thought about standing up for yourself, you were paralyzed with doubt. Reiji seemed to sense that hesitation, and his expression shifted just slightly.
“Enough of this.” He stepped forward, his boots clicking against the floor with each deliberate stride. His hand was back on your chin, tilting it gently but firmly upward once more. “This ends now. No more apologies. No more excuses.”
You blinked, heart hammering in your chest as your eyes met his. Something in his gaze softened, a dangerous, possessive softness. “You belong to me now,” he continued, his voice a velvet promise. “And if anyone dares to lay a hand on you again…”
His words hung in the air, like a thread that could snap at any moment. The weight of them settled in your bones, filling the empty spaces where you had once felt alone and powerless.
Reiji took a step back, his gaze never leaving you. “Come with me,” he commanded, his tone no longer laced with the teasing edge, but with a quiet authority that left no room for argument.
You followed him, your legs heavy with both exhaustion and something else, something that tugged at the pit of your stomach. He led you down a long, dimly lit hallway, the flickering candlelight casting long shadows on the walls. The sound of his footsteps echoed in the silence, a rhythmic pulse that matched the quickening beat of your heart.
At the end of the hallway, Reiji opened a door and stepped aside, his hand sweeping in an elegant gesture as if inviting you into his domain.
The room was pristine, quiet, and suffused with an air of controlled elegance. A large, antique mirror hung on one wall, reflecting the faint glow of the candles scattered throughout the room. The atmosphere was a stark contrast to the chaos outside, the storm that raged on just beyond the walls.
“You are going to clean yourself up,” Reiji stated, turning to face you. His voice softened, but it still held that commanding tone. “You will rid yourself of this filth, both the rain and the shame that clings to you.”
You nodded, though you weren’t sure how to proceed. You had never been in this kind of position before, at his mercy, yet somehow feeling more safe than you had in a long time. Reiji’s gaze lingered on you for a moment, as if appraising you, before he turned away to pick up the book he’d discarded earlier.
As you moved to change into something dry, you could feel his eyes on you, always present, always watching. It wasn’t uncomfortable, not in the way you would expect. There was something protective in the way he observed you, something that made the world outside feel far less important.
“Do not ever let them see you like this again,” he murmured, his voice low but firm. “You are more than this. I will make sure they understand that.”
You stood there for a moment, the weight of his words settling over you like a cloak. It was hard to believe, hard to accept that someone, especially someone like Reiji, could care enough to change everything for you.
And yet, you found yourself believing it, believing in him, as you followed him deeper into the mansion, ready to leave the storm behind.
I’m glad you enjoyed it! I hope you’ll enjoy this second part! Thanks for your request
A Dangerous Bet - pt 2
Subaru Sakamaki x Reader
Tags: Subaru x reader, flirting, tension, sfw
You hadn't expected things to go the way they did.
The night had passed in a blur, your thoughts consumed by Subaru’s final words before he left you standing in the living room. “You’re an idiot,” he’d muttered with a frustrated sigh before walking out. But there was something more behind those words, something sharp, something raw in his eyes. You could feel it even now, gnawing at you, like a challenge you couldn’t ignore.
You spent the night tossing and turning in your bed, unable to shake the feeling that Subaru wasn’t the type to let things slide. Whatever had happened between the two of you, it wasn’t over. It was far from it.
And then there was the way he looked at you. Those crimson eyes, always so intense, had softened for just a moment, betraying something deep, something barely hidden beneath the surface.
But what was it?
The next morning, you woke up later than usual. The sun barely touched the edges of the room, and everything seemed quiet, almost too quiet. You had expected to feel uneasy about facing Subaru again, but as the minutes passed, you felt a strange anticipation building in your chest.
You couldn’t help it.
After getting dressed, you made your way down the grand hallway, the familiar mansion stretching out before you like a maze of endless rooms. As you walked toward the living room, you caught a glimpse of Subaru through the open doorway. He was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, eyes focused on something in front of him, a slight frown tugging at the corners of his mouth.
For a moment, you hesitated, your heart skipping a beat. What was he thinking? What was his next move?
You cleared your throat, stepping into the room. Subaru’s eyes flicked toward you immediately, his gaze hardening as if the thought of you being here, now, was almost an inconvenience. But you didn’t back down.
“Still sulking, huh?” you asked, voice light, though there was an underlying tension you couldn’t ignore.
Subaru didn’t answer right away. He just stared at you with those piercing eyes, his expression unreadable. Then, without a word, he straightened up, his posture changing, like he was preparing for something.
“I didn’t think you’d still be here,” he muttered, voice low. The words carried no affection, only an edge of warning. “What, do you think you can just waltz back in like nothing happened?”
You tilted your head, taking a step closer, your eyes narrowing just a little. “What’s the matter? Afraid I’ll actually stick around?”
His jaw tightened. “Don’t tempt me.”
The words hung in the air like a challenge. You didn’t flinch, though you could feel the tension building between you like a spark ready to catch fire.
For a long moment, neither of you spoke. Subaru didn’t look away, his eyes scanning you, evaluating you like you were some sort of puzzle. You could tell he wasn’t used to people who didn’t flinch under his gaze, and yet you couldn’t stop yourself from standing your ground.
Finally, Subaru pushed off from the wall and walked toward you. His steps were slow, deliberate, and with each one, the air seemed to get heavier. He stopped just a few inches away, so close that you could feel the heat of his presence. His eyes burned with something, something you couldn’t quite place, but it wasn’t just irritation.
“Is this how it’s going to be then?” he said softly, almost to himself. “You think you can just challenge me, walk in and out of my life whenever you feel like it?”
You swallowed, feeling a strange flutter in your chest. There was no escaping the way he made you feel, like you were drawn to the dangerous edge he carried with him. “Maybe I like a challenge,” you said, voice steady, even though your heart was pounding in your chest.
Subaru’s lips twitched, like he was debating whether to smile or scowl. But instead of answering, he reached out with surprising speed, his hand closing around your wrist before you even realized what was happening.
“Then maybe you should learn the consequences,” he murmured, voice dark, the hint of a smile barely visible on his lips.
Without warning, he pulled you into the room with a force that startled you. Your breath caught as you stumbled slightly, but Subaru held you steady, his grip still tight around your wrist. You could feel the heat of his touch even through the fabric of your sleeve, and your body went taut, unsure whether you wanted to pull away or lean closer.
The room seemed to close in on you. Subaru’s scent was everywhere, warm, dangerous, and familiar in a way that both comforted and unnerved you. His eyes flickered to your lips, just for a moment, before returning to your eyes, searching for something.
For a second, neither of you moved. The air between you was thick with unspoken words, with something that neither of you wanted to admit, but it was there, undeniable.
"Don't make me warn you again," Subaru said, his voice barely above a whisper, his breath hot against your skin. “This is the last chance.”
For a moment, you wondered if he was talking about the bet. Or if he meant something else entirely.
“I don’t need your warnings,” you said quietly, your voice betraying more than you intended. It was an invitation. A challenge. But you weren’t sure if you were ready for whatever came next.
His grip on your wrist tightened, and for the briefest moment, you thought you saw something flicker in his eyes, something softer, but still intense. Then, just as quickly, it was gone, replaced by the Subaru you knew: cold, calculating, dangerous.
“If you think you’re prepared for this, then I won’t stop you,” he murmured. “But don’t come crying to me when you get burned.”
Before you could respond, Subaru stepped back, releasing your wrist with a sharp tug. The sudden distance between you left your head spinning, as if the entire room was suddenly too large for both of you.
He turned away without another word, but not before you saw the faintest smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
The silence between you and Subaru stretched on for what felt like an eternity. The seconds passed slowly, almost painfully so, as you tried to process everything that had just happened. He’d walked away as though nothing had changed, but you knew better. You could feel it, the crackling energy in the air, the shift in the way he looked at you, like he was toying with something far more dangerous than the bet you’d made.
As you lingered in the room, heart pounding and breath slightly ragged, you realized that Subaru wasn’t just a guy who liked to win bets. He was something far more complicated. And the more you were around him, the more you wanted to figure him out.
You stood there, staring at the door he’d walked through, a little out of breath. There was still an unspoken promise hanging between you, one that neither of you had acknowledged outright, but it was there. And despite yourself, despite everything you knew about Subaru, you wanted to take the next step.
——————-
Later that evening, you found yourself drawn into the mansion’s halls once again. It wasn’t the usual routine, but something about the quiet emptiness of the house felt like a call to action. Subaru hadn’t exactly been warm after the last encounter, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that things had shifted. He had given you a glimpse of something, a crack in the icy armor he always wore.
You wandered the mansion, mind swirling with thoughts. Every room seemed to echo with memories, and every step you took felt heavier. You weren’t sure if you were drawn to Subaru or if you were simply pushing your own limits, testing how far you could go before everything exploded.
Just as you passed the grand staircase, a shadow fell across the hallway. A figure emerged from the dark, a figure you knew all too well.
It was Subaru.
He was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, his eyes glinting with that dangerous intensity you had grown so familiar with. The light from the chandelier above bathed him in an ethereal glow, making him look even more untouchable, more like a force of nature than a person.
“Back for more, are we?” Subaru’s voice was low, amused, but there was something colder in his gaze now. Something that made you feel like you were walking on the edge of a cliff, and one wrong move would send you tumbling.
You met his gaze head-on, determined not to back down. “Maybe I like living dangerously.”
A slight chuckle escaped his lips, but it wasn’t filled with humor. “You think you’re ready for this, huh? You think you can keep up with me?”
Your pulse quickened. There was a challenge in his voice, a dare that both thrilled and terrified you.
“Maybe I’m not trying to keep up with you,” you said, stepping closer. “Maybe I’m just trying to see if I can make you care.”
His expression flickered, almost imperceptibly, but it was there. For a split second, his guard lowered, just enough for you to catch the vulnerability in his eyes. And just as quickly, it was gone, replaced by that signature smirk of his.
“You’re playing a dangerous game, you know that?” Subaru’s voice dropped even lower, the words brushing against your skin like a warning.
“Maybe I like danger.” You didn’t break eye contact, not even for a second. You didn’t want to show any sign of weakness, even though your heart was pounding in your chest.
There was a long pause as Subaru took a step forward, closing the distance between you. His presence was overwhelming, suffocating, and it felt like the entire room was closing in on you. You could feel his warmth radiating off him, the tension in his muscles as he moved.
“I’m not like the others,” he said quietly, his voice now softer but no less dangerous. “You push too hard, and I won’t stop until you break.”
A chill ran down your spine. You were tempted to take a step back, to retreat, but you didn’t. You stood your ground, meeting his intense stare with defiance.
“I’m not afraid of breaking,” you whispered, your voice low but steady.
His gaze darkened. “You should be.”
Before you could react, Subaru grabbed your wrist again, this time with more force, pulling you into him. The sudden motion left you breathless, your body colliding with his, but you didn’t flinch. His grip on you tightened, and for a moment, the world seemed to slow down. His scent, spicy, dangerous, filled your senses as his breath fanned across your face.
You were so close now, too close to ignore the way your heart raced, the way the room seemed to spin with the weight of the moment. His eyes searched yours, like he was trying to decipher you, to understand you in a way that wasn’t possible.
“Subaru…” you started, but your voice caught in your throat.
He leaned in slightly, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke, his voice a low growl. “You think you can handle me? Keep pushing, and I’ll show you just how far you’re willing to go before you realize you’ve crossed the line.”
His words were a challenge, a threat, and yet, something about the way he said it made you want to go further. You didn’t know why. Maybe it was the danger in his eyes. Maybe it was the intensity of the moment.
But whatever it was, it had you hooked.
“I’m not afraid of crossing lines,” you said, voice barely above a whisper.
Subaru’s grip on your wrist tightened for a second, his lips curling into a smirk. “Good. Because we’re not done yet.”
It had been a few weeks since you first started talking to Subaru, or, more accurately, trying to talk to him. He still flinched every time you appeared beside him, still looked away when you smiled too brightly, and still muttered things under his breath that you pretended not to hear.
But he didn’t walk away anymore.
That alone felt like progress.
You had started sitting near him at lunch, just close enough to make your presence known but not enough to corner him. Your friends had begun to tease you, whispering behind their hands about your “new crush,” but you didn’t care. There was something about Subaru that felt real, raw in a way that none of your polished, charming classmates could ever compare to.
Today, you caught him slipping out of class early, again.
“Subaru!” you called out, jogging after him down the hallway. He stiffened, halting mid step like he’d been caught red handed. “You ditching again?”
“Tch. What do you want now?” he grumbled, not meeting your eyes.
You leaned against the lockers beside him, arms crossed, pretending not to notice the way his eyes darted to your tattoos peeking just under the sleeves of your blouse, subtle, elegant lines that added to your unique edge.
“You never stick around,” you said, tilting your head. “Starting to think you’re avoiding me.”
He turned his face away. “Don’t flatter yourself.”
You smiled, not phased in the slightest. “You’re cute when you get flustered, you know that?”
His ears turned red. “Sh-Shut up…”
You laughed softly, brushing your hair behind your ear. “Come on. Walk with me?”
He hesitated. Long enough that you thought he’d refuse. But then he sighed and fell into step beside you, quiet and awkward, but still there.
And that was enough.
You didn’t push. You didn’t pry. You just talked, about nonsense, your day, things that didn’t matter but made him glance your way, even if only for a moment.
And when your hand brushed his by accident, you swore you felt a spark.
You didn’t expect him to walk with you for long. Honestly, you thought he’d dip the second the hallway turned quiet, but he didn’t. He stayed.
Subaru kept his hands shoved in his pockets, his eyes flicking between the floor and the walls, as if looking directly at you might somehow burn him. You didn’t mind. You were used to attention, loud, constant, and mostly shallow. But this? The silence with him felt almost… sincere.
“So,” you began casually, swinging your bag over your shoulder, “do you ever do anything after school besides vanish?”
He scoffed. “I don’t vanish. I just don’t waste my time with useless crap like clubs.”
You gave him a playful nudge with your elbow. “You’re saying I waste my time?”
He looked flustered for half a second, and then rolled his eyes. “Obviously.”
You gasped dramatically. “Subaru! You wound me.”
He let out a barely-there chuckle. It was so soft you might’ve missed it if you weren’t paying attention. But you were. You were always paying attention to him.
As you exited the building together, the cool afternoon breeze ruffled your hair, and you turned to him again. “Hey,” you said, stopping in your tracks. “Wanna hang out for a bit?”
He froze like you just asked him to propose.
“Hang out?” he repeated.
“Yeah. You don’t have to, obviously. But I was gonna grab a coffee or something, maybe sit in the sun like a normal person. You could sit near me. Or ten feet away, whatever fits your aesthetic.”
His face turned bright red. “Why would you want me there?”
You blinked, then smiled, a little softer this time. “Because I like your company. Even when you’re quiet. Especially then.”
Subaru didn’t say anything for a moment. You could see him wrestling with himself. And just when you thought he might bolt—
“…Fine.”
Your eyes lit up. “Really?”
“But don’t make it a big deal,” he muttered, already walking ahead like he didn’t just agree to spend time with the school’s most sociable girl.
You caught up easily. “Deal. No big deal at all.”
But it was a big deal, because that day, as you sat beside each other at the café, you saw him glance at your hand again. This time, you let it rest between you on the table.
And after a long pause, Subaru’s fingers brushed against yours.
Not on accident this time.
The coffee shop wasn’t crowded, just a quiet place where you could talk without the constant noise of the school hallways. You sat across from Subaru, the tension between you two softer now, like the air before a storm.
You noticed the way his eyes flicked down to your hand on the table, the way he hovered just a little closer than usual. It was strange, this connection that had formed so quietly, almost unspoken. But you liked it. You liked the quietness he brought, the way he didn’t demand your attention the way everyone else did.
Subaru, however, seemed completely oblivious to the fact that his hand was just inches away from yours.
You were starting to get a little bold.
“So, what do you actually do after school then, Subaru?” you asked, your voice casual but the question curious.
He shifted, clearly not expecting the question. “Nothing… just go home.”
You raised an eyebrow. “That’s it? Just… go home and be broody?”
He shot you a look, but you could see the hint of a smirk on his lips. “Maybe. What’s it to you?”
You smiled, leaning in just a little, feeling the rush of warmth. “Nothing, really. Just… curious.”
The moment felt almost too perfect, you almost could reach across the table and just touch his hand, maybe give him the reassurance he didn’t know he needed.
But then, just as you were about to say something else, a loud voice interrupted, sending the two of you snapping back to reality.
“Hey, there you are, you idiot!”
You both turned, eyes meeting a new figure entering the café. A guy from Subaru’s class, someone you recognized but never really talked to.
The guy’s eyes flickered between you and Subaru before he grinned mischievously. “What’s this? The quiet guy finally found someone to hang with?”
Subaru’s face went red, his body going rigid. “Shut up, Kaito.”
You gave Kaito a polite smile, but you could feel Subaru’s tension growing. He shifted in his seat, visibly uncomfortable. You weren’t sure why he looked so… possessive, but something in his expression told you that this wasn’t just some casual hangout for him.
The guy didn’t notice Subaru’s discomfort, however, and kept talking.
“So, you two like… a thing now? Or is this just some kind of bet?” Kaito teased, laughing at his own joke.
Subaru’s eyes flashed, his usual reserved demeanor cracking for just a moment. “I said, shut up.”
There was a moment of silence. Then, Subaru did something you didn’t expect, he reached over and, without thinking, grabbed your hand.
His fingers were warm, and the gesture was uncharacteristically protective. It wasn’t like he was asking permission, just… taking hold, keeping you close.
The move didn’t go unnoticed by Kaito, who raised an eyebrow. “Whoa, okay. Didn’t think you had it in you, Sakamaki.”
You met Subaru’s gaze, his eyes wide for a second, as if he hadn’t fully realized what he’d done either.
But neither of you said anything.
The tension hung heavy, thick and unspoken.
And just as Kaito was about to speak again, Subaru’s voice, calm and dangerous, cut through the air.
“If you don’t leave, I’ll make you regret it.”
Kaito, sensing the seriousness in Subaru’s voice, hesitated. He glanced between you and Subaru once more, eyes narrowing before he finally shrugged and walked off with a chuckle. But the moment he was gone, the silence between you and Subaru felt… different.
You could feel his hand still around yours, and for the first time, you wondered if maybe you weren’t the only one with something to hide.
Subaru cleared his throat, quickly letting go of your hand and looking away, his face a deep red again.
“So, uh… I should go. You’re… probably bored by now,” he muttered.
You gave him a teasing smile. “You’re not getting away that easily, you know.”
He glanced at you, his usual shy demeanor returning, but this time, you noticed something more, something soft, something uncertain.
And as he stood to leave, you knew one thing for sure: this wasn’t the end of the story. Not by a long shot.
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A Lesson in Obedience pt 2
Reiji Sakamaki x reader
Smut
Tags: reiji x reader, nsfw, fingering, dirty talking
The air in the room was thick with anticipation, the tension between you and Reiji hanging like a fragile thread that could snap at any moment. His hand still gripped your wrist tightly, his cool, gloved fingers digging into your skin as he held you in place, forcing you to face him.
"Such defiance," he murmured, his voice as smooth as ever but with a dark edge you hadn’t heard before. “I wonder… How far will you push me before you learn your lesson?”
You glared back at him, refusing to show fear. You’d be damned before you let him see that weakness.
"I don’t bend to anyone’s will but my own," you retorted, your voice firm, despite the increasing tightness in your chest. “Not even yours.”
A soft chuckle escaped Reiji, but it held no humor. His eyes gleamed behind his glasses, calculating and cold. "Is that so? How amusing."
Without another word, he released your wrist, and you felt a sharp breath of relief pass through your lips before it was quickly smothered by the next command.
“Kneel,” Reiji ordered, his voice cold and sharp, the word a clear expectation, not a suggestion. His tone left no room for argument.
You hesitated. The command was simple, but your pride flared up again. You were not his servant. Not his plaything. Yet, the way he stood, so composed, so certain, stirred something deep inside you. You felt the weight of his gaze like a physical pressure, like he was waiting for you to make a choice, to submit.
You locked eyes with him and slowly, deliberately, dropped to your knees. You weren’t broken, not yet, but the humiliation burned in your chest.
Reiji’s lips curled into a satisfied smile as he stepped closer, now towering above you, his presence overwhelming. “That’s better,” he said, his voice like silk, but there was no kindness in it. “This is how it should be.”
You stayed silent, your body tense as his cold hand cupped your chin, tilting your head upward. His thumb brushed against your lower lip, his touch deceptively soft, but you could feel the subtle pressure in the way he held you, commanding, unyielding.
“You are stubborn, but you’ll learn,” he whispered, his breath cool against your skin. “You’ll learn, or you’ll break trying.”
Your heart hammered in your chest, a mix of fear and something darker, something that both disgusted and enticed you. You refused to let your body betray you, but every part of you was hyperaware of him, of the way his fingers held your face, of the way his eyes bore into you with a cold, calculating look.
Reiji slowly stepped back, his gaze never leaving you. “Get up,” he commanded, and this time, it was clear: you had no choice.
You rose to your feet, and as you did, your mind raced. Your pride fought against the need to give in. You were determined, but something inside you was starting to question just how far you could go before you completely surrendered to him.
Reiji seemed to read your thoughts, a slight tilt of his head giving him away. “You think you still have control,” he murmured, almost to himself. “But make no mistake, this is my game. And in my game, I always win.”
His fingers twitched, and without another word, he turned on his heel, heading toward the nearby desk. His voice cut through the silence, cold and demanding. “Stand there. Do not move.”
Your pulse raced, but you didn’t hesitate. You obeyed.
A strange sense of both frustration and anticipation settled within you, and despite the battle of wills, a small, dangerous part of you couldn’t help but wonder: Would you be able to resist him? Or was the moment you knelt before him the moment you lost?
Reiji’s voice broke through your thoughts once more. “You’ll learn, eventually. And when you do, you’ll understand your place here, with me.”
You didn’t respond, but the weight of his words was like an invisible shackle around your heart.
You stood still, the weight of Reiji’s commands still hanging heavily on you. The room was silent except for the soft rustling of his movements behind you, the sound of him preparing something. The anticipation, the tension, it was all too much.
Finally, he spoke, his voice low, almost contemplative. “You think you can defy me without consequence?” He was behind you now, just close enough that you could feel his presence without him even touching you.
You clenched your jaw but remained silent.
He chuckled softly, almost mockingly, before his fingers brushed against your back, just beneath your neck. The touch was light, but it sent a jolt of heat through your body, the sensation sharp and unexpected.
“Such a reaction,” Reiji mused. His hand traced a slow, deliberate line down your spine, teasing but not quite touching your most sensitive areas. His touch was so calculated, so precise, it felt like he was analyzing every part of you, every tremor of your body under his command.
“Do you like it?” His voice was soft but demanding, a gentle but sinister question.
You bit your lip, refusing to answer, and the air between you thickened with the unspoken challenge.
Reiji’s fingers tightened suddenly, gripping your waist with an almost possessive force. His breath was warm against your ear as he leaned in, his lips just brushing the delicate skin there.
“You will answer me when I ask you a question,” he purred, his voice dropping to a darker, more dangerous pitch. "Do you understand?"
The command was clear, and your mind fought against it. You weren’t ready to give in yet, not entirely, but his proximity, the heat of his body, the way his fingers pressed into your flesh made it harder to keep your resolve.
Your voice was small but defiant. “I won’t… let you control me completely.”
Reiji’s smile was cold, calculated. Slowly, he turned you to face him, his hands on your shoulders, guiding you into position with careful, deliberate control. His eyes, though sharp, held something darker now, a fire that had been hidden behind that icy exterior.
“You misunderstand,” he whispered, leaning forward, lips grazing your ear as he continued, “I don’t need to control you completely. I simply need to break you enough that you’ll want to surrender.”
His lips brushed against your skin again, moving from your ear to your neck, each touch lingering just long enough to tease but not satisfy. His hands slid down your sides, taking in the curves of your body with a possessive intensity that made your heart race.
“Tell me, do you want to submit?”
You opened your mouth to protest, but before you could respond, Reiji’s fingers found your chin, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. His eyes were heavy with lust and something darker, something that made you feel as though you were his plaything, meant only to obey.
You barely had time to react before he kissed you, slowly at first, the kiss deepening as his hands roamed down your body. His tongue traced your lips before sliding inside, and your body instinctively responded, warmth flooding through you.
But even as you kissed him back, even as your body betrayed you, your mind fought against it. This was wrong. You didn’t want to submit, not completely.
But Reiji wasn’t done. He pulled away, his breath hot against your face, his lips just a hair's breadth away. “I don’t need your words. I only need your body to understand.”
He moved behind you again, his hands sliding down to your waist. The fingers that had previously been teasing now gripped your hips, pulling you against him. The heat of his body against yours was enough to make you gasp.
“You’ll come to learn that resisting me only makes this sweeter,” he murmured, his voice low with a hint of satisfaction as he kissed the back of your neck, his hands slipping beneath your clothes.
Your body, betraying your resolve, melted into his touch. His hands explored your skin, his fingers gliding over the sensitive parts of your body with a practiced ease. He wasn’t rushing, wasn’t forcing you, but the way he touched you made it impossible to resist.
“You’re trembling,” he said with a smirk, his voice filled with dark satisfaction. “Tell me, are you still pretending you don’t want this?”
You shuddered, feeling the heat of his words and his touch overwhelming you. He wasn’t wrong. Your body was betraying you with every movement, every subtle moan that escaped your lips.
Reiji’s hands moved with purpose, one sliding beneath your clothes to caress the soft curve of your stomach, while the other slid lower, to where you felt the heat gathering between your thighs.
His fingers brushed against your skin, sending jolts of electricity through your body, and you gasped at the sensation. It was too much.
“I know you’re scared,” he murmured, his voice a silk thread of temptation. “But the sooner you accept it, the sooner this becomes pleasure instead of resistance.”
His lips found the sensitive spot on your neck again, pressing against it with a burning need. And as his fingers worked their way closer to your most intimate parts, you realized, no matter how hard you fought, no matter how much you swore you wouldn’t submit, you were already halfway there.
You gasped as his fingers brushed against you, moving with slow precision, each touch bringing you closer to the edge of your control. You could feel your body betraying your mind, your resistance crumbling under the weight of his touch. Every inch of him, every breath, every subtle movement was testing you in ways you hadn’t expected.
Reiji’s hand slid further, teasing the delicate skin just beneath the waistband of your clothes. The cool touch of his fingers sent shivers down your spine as he continued to explore your body, his movements deliberate, as if savoring the moment before taking full control.
“Do you still think you can resist?” His voice was low, dark, dripping with a dangerous mixture of desire and dominance. “You can deny it all you want, but your body is already responding to me.”
You clenched your jaw, trying to hold onto the last shred of your pride. You weren’t going to let him win so easily.
“I’m not like the others,” you managed, though your breath was heavier than you would have liked. “I won’t just fall for you like they did.”
Reiji’s lips curled into a small, amused smile, but his eyes were dark, intense. He paused for a moment, his fingers hovering just above your most sensitive spot, as if daring you to push him further.
“You misunderstand,” he whispered, his voice smooth like velvet. “It’s not about falling for me. It’s about knowing that you have no choice but to submit to me. The moment you resisted, you sealed your fate.”
Before you could respond, Reiji’s fingers dipped lower, his touch now skimming against the wetness that had gathered between your thighs. You couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped your lips, your body shuddering from the intensity of his touch.
He smirked, clearly pleased with your reaction, his fingers circling slowly, teasing the sensitive flesh as he explored further. “See? Your body already knows what it wants.”
The breath caught in your throat as he slipped a finger inside, the movement slow and controlled, his eyes locked on yours as if daring you to pull away. You didn’t. You couldn’t.
Reiji’s voice lowered to a husky whisper, his lips dangerously close to your ear. “You think you can fight this, but you want this. You’ve wanted this all along. Every time you looked at me, every time you dared to defy me... you were just begging for this moment.”
The words were both a taunt and a truth, and they sliced through you like a hot knife. You hated how right he was, how every part of your body responded to him despite your resistance. Your mind screamed for control, for a way out, but your body refused to comply.
Reiji’s fingers moved deeper, and you couldn’t stop the moan that escaped your lips this time. His pace was torturous, agonizingly slow, each thrust of his fingers a reminder of how powerless you were to stop him.
“Tell me,” he murmured, his voice almost a purr. “Do you want me to stop?”
You shook your head, the heat building inside you overwhelming. “No,” you whispered, barely able to find your voice. “I don’t want you to stop.”
A satisfied smile tugged at the corner of Reiji’s lips, and he quickened his pace, driving his fingers deeper as he pushed you closer to the edge. His thumb brushed against your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body that made you gasp.
“You are mine,” he said, his voice low and filled with possessiveness, as if claiming you in a way that went beyond physicality. “And when you finally admit it to yourself, you’ll know just how much you need me.”
You were trembling now, your body on the verge of breaking, the tight coil inside you threatening to snap with every thrust of his fingers. It was too much, too intense, but you couldn’t stop it. You didn’t want to stop it.
“Reiji,” you breathed, his name slipping from your lips in a broken gasp.
He gave a satisfied hum, his fingers pushing you further into the abyss of pleasure. “Good girl,” he murmured, the words laced with dark approval. “Let go. Surrender to me.”
And you did.
With one final, deep thrust, your body shuddered in his grasp as the pleasure overwhelmed you. Your vision blurred, your muscles tensing as you came undone beneath him.
Reiji held you steady, his fingers still moving, though slower now, coaxing you through the aftermath. His grip on you was firm, steady, a reminder that you belonged to him.
As you gasped for air, your body still trembling from the intensity of the release, Reiji leaned down, pressing a kiss to your neck—soft, almost tender, in contrast to everything that had come before.
“You did well,” he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. “You’ve learned your lesson.”
You couldn’t speak. Your mind was still reeling from the overwhelming pleasure and the realization of how completely he had taken control of you. You didn’t have to say anything, the look in your eyes said it all.
You had learned your lesson, but this, this wasn’t over.
Reiji stood back, his gaze lingering on you, his lips curling into a knowing smile. “Next time,” he said, his tone dark and full of promise, “we’ll see just how far you’re willing to go.”
Tags: Yuma x reader, enemies to lovers, bickering, softening, slow romance
You didn’t like him. Not one bit.
The first time you met Yuma , you didn’t even speak to him. You just slapped him.
He’d made a crude comment about your appearance, mocking the way you carried yourself, as if you were nothing more than a trophy to be admired. He did it in front of everyone, all while leaning against the doorframe, that cocky smirk of his tugging at the corner of his lips. You knew his reputation, the Mukami brothers were known for their arrogance, their sharp tongues, and their ability to get away with anything. But that day? You weren’t having it.
Without hesitation, you had stood up, walked right over to him, and slapped him across the cheek. The sound of the hit echoed through the room, and the entire atmosphere shifted.
For a moment, everything was silent. Then, a smirk appeared on his face, as if he had just won some sort of challenge. His eyes glinted with something dangerous, and you could feel that gaze on you even after you had turned and walked away.
“Oi, didn’t know you had that kind of fire in you,~,” he’d called after you.
But you didn’t turn back. You just left, the adrenaline still buzzing in your veins, heart pounding. It had been a reflex, really. You didn’t tolerate anyone talking down to you, no matter how charming or infuriating they might be.
The next few days, however, were a different story.
Yuma wasn’t the type to let things go. Oh no, far from it. From that moment on, he became an uninvited presence in your life.
Everywhere you went, there he was. Leaning against the doorframe of the dining room. Sprawled out on the sofa in the living room with his legs stretched across the table, eyes half-lidded as he watched you and your friends. Standing in the hallway, just far enough away that you couldn’t walk past him without acknowledging him.
His presence was a constant, like an itch you couldn’t scratch. He always looked at you with that smirk, as if the entire situation amused him. And he wasn’t afraid to make comments, loud ones. About your outfit. About your hair. The way you walked, the way you spoke. Every little thing he could find, he zeroed in on.
You hated it. You hated the way he seemed to enjoy annoying you. But you refused to show any sign of weakness. Every time he tried to get under your skin, you fired back. With a joke, with sarcasm, with a sharp look, you made sure to remind him that he couldn’t easily rattle you.
Except, well, maybe there were moments when you almost wanted him to.
It was a quiet afternoon when it happened again.
You were walking through the mansion’s long corridors, trying to escape the loud chatter from the kitchen and the chaos that seemed to follow the other Mukami brothers. You had hoped for a moment of peace, a little solitude in this mansion of oddities and loud personalities. But the moment you turned the corner, you saw him.
Yuma was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, his eyes already locked onto yours.
You sighed inwardly. Of course he’d find you.
“You again,” you muttered under your breath, not bothering to hide your irritation.
His eyes twinkled with that same mischievous gleam that had been there since the first day you met.
“Tch, I’m starting to think you’re following me around,~,” he teased, a smirk curving his lips.
“If you really think that, then I must be doing something right,” you shot back, narrowing your eyes.
Yuma’s smirk widened. He pushed off the wall, walking toward you with slow, deliberate steps. Every step he took seemed to close the distance between you, his presence almost overwhelming in the narrow hallway.
“Oh? Is that so?” he said, his voice low, like a challenge. “I didn’t know I had such an effect on you.”
You stood your ground, your heart rate quickening for reasons you refused to acknowledge.
“You’re delusional if you think I’m interested in anything you’ve got to offer.”
Yuma’s lips curled into a grin that could only be described as dangerous. He stopped just a few inches away from you, his tall frame looming over you, but he wasn’t touching you. Not yet. But the space between you was charged. You could feel it in the air, thick and heavy.
“I know you’re not,” he said, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “But it’s fun to watch you squirm.”
Your breath caught in your throat, but you held his gaze.
“I’m not squirming,” you snapped, your defiance rising up like a shield. “You just don’t know when to shut up.”
He chuckled, his hand brushing a strand of hair from your face in an almost teasing manner. His fingers were surprisingly gentle against your skin, but there was nothing soft about his expression.
“Oh, I know when to shut up,” he said, his gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. “But I like hearing you talk back. Makes it more interesting.”
You tilted your chin up, a mix of irritation and something else flickering in your chest.
“You’re unbelievable.”
“Tch, you’re the one who slapped me,” he reminded you, his voice a little quieter now, almost thoughtful. “I didn’t expect that.”
You looked away, trying to shake off the feeling that had crept up on you.
“I don’t take kindly to jerks.”
There was a brief silence, and for a moment, you thought maybe you’d said the wrong thing, but then Yuma did something unexpected.
He stepped back, letting out a small laugh.
“Tch, yeah. You’re not like the others, are you,?”
You blinked, caught off guard by the way his tone had softened, just a little.
“What does that mean?” you asked, narrowing your eyes, trying to figure him out.
Yuma grinned again, but this time there was something more genuine in it. Something almost like admiration, if only for a moment.
“It means you’re not as easy to break as the rest of them. I like that.”
You weren’t sure whether you should be offended or flattered. Probably both.
“Just don’t expect me to fall for your games,” you said firmly.
He tilted his head, eyes flashing with something unreadable.
“Oh, I’m not expecting anything,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “But you’re already interesting. And I’m not the type to walk away from a good challenge.”
Your pulse raced, but you stood firm, even as the tension between you thickened.
“We’ll see about that,” you muttered, turning away, but not before shooting him one last defiant glance.
For a brief moment, Yuma didn’t say anything. But you could feel his eyes on your back as you walked away. The game was just getting started.
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It had been weeks since the day Yuma had made that cryptic remark about liking your fire. Since then, the tension between you both had only escalated, and not in the way you’d expected. He was still relentless, still a thorn in your side, still making comments that got under your skin. But something had shifted.
You weren’t sure exactly when it happened. Was it after the third time you caught him watching you in the garden while you were tending to the flowers, that sly grin spreading across his face as he pretended to ignore the way your hands moved gracefully? Or was it after the evening when he had leaned dangerously close to you during dinner, his breath brushing your ear as he whispered something teasing, but with an edge of something deeper?
Whatever the moment was, you had felt it. Something changed between you two. The constant bickering no longer felt like simple banter. It felt like foreplay, electric, raw, filled with tension that neither of you was willing to release.
Tonight, you were trying to ignore it all.
The mansion was quieter than usual, most of the brothers off doing their own thing. You’d retreated to the library for some peace and quiet, curling up in a chair near the window with a book. But of course, the moment you tried to focus, you heard the unmistakable sound of boots hitting the floor.
Yuma.
You closed your eyes in resignation, not wanting to deal with him — not after the last time he’d barged in, leaning on the doorframe with that infuriating grin.
“y/n~,” his voice cut through the silence.
Your eyes snapped open, locking with his as he sauntered into the room with his usual swagger. The moonlight from the window bathed his face in a soft glow, highlighting the sharpness of his features.
“What do you want now?” you asked, not bothering to hide the irritation in your tone.
He didn’t respond right away. Instead, he just stood there, gazing at you with a strangely serious look in his eyes. His hands were shoved into his pockets, but there was an air of something different about him tonight. Something that made your heart skip a beat.
“I wanted to talk,” he said after a moment, his voice quieter than usual. “You’ve been avoiding me lately.”
“I haven’t been avoiding you,” you shot back quickly, even though you knew it wasn’t entirely true. You just didn’t want to admit that he’d been on your mind more than you’d like. “I’ve been busy.”
Yuma stepped closer, his usual cocky smirk slowly disappearing, replaced by something far more intense. “Busy with what?” he asked, his eyes narrowing in playful challenge. “I’ve noticed you’ve been keeping your distance. You’ve been acting strange,”
You didn’t move as he closed the gap between you, his body towering over yours. There was something magnetic about him tonight, something that felt different than all the other times he’d gotten in your face.
“I’m not acting strange,” you muttered, shifting in your seat uncomfortably. “I just don’t have time for your games tonight.”
Yuma’s lips curled into a sly grin, but this time, there was no teasing behind it. His expression was unreadable, as if he were contemplating something far deeper than just making you angry.
“You,” he said, his voice low and dark, “are a hell of a lot more complicated than I thought.”
You tensed. The words hit you harder than you anticipated, the vulnerability behind them something you hadn’t expected from the rough, cocky vampire.
“And you,” you said, trying to steady your breath, “are a complete pain in my ass.”
Yuma’s smirk returned, but this time it wasn’t just smug. It was knowing. His hand reached out, fingers grazing your cheek in a gentle, almost intimate touch. The sensation sent a wave of heat through you.
“I don’t know why you fight this so much,” he murmured, his voice soft, but intense. “You’re not fooling anyone.”
You flinched slightly at the touch, your heart racing. “What do you mean?” you asked, almost breathlessly.
He chuckled softly, stepping back just enough to give you space, though the air between you was thick with something unsaid.
“I know how you feel,” he said, his eyes locking with yours. “You think I’m just some jerk who annoys you, but you’ve got it wrong. I’m just trying to figure you out. Trying to see what makes you tick.”
Your breath caught in your throat, your pulse quickening. You opened your mouth to argue, but the words wouldn’t come. You weren’t sure what to say.
Yuma stepped closer again, his gaze never leaving yours, the intensity in his eyes palpable. “I’ve never met anyone like you. And it’s driving me crazy.”
Before you could respond, his hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling you forward in one swift motion. His lips crashed against yours, a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was hard, almost desperate, as if he couldn’t hold back any longer.
For a moment, you were frozen in shock, your heart pounding in your chest. But then, something in you shifted. You kissed him back, not hesitantly, but with the same intensity he was giving you.
The kiss deepened, his hands sliding down to your waist, pulling you closer until you were pressed against his chest. You could feel the heat radiating from him, the wild energy that you had been trying to resist now consuming you both.
When the kiss finally broke, Yuma’s forehead rested against yours, both of you breathing heavily, but neither of you backing away.
“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that,” Yuma muttered, his voice rough. His hands were still on you, but there was a tenderness to his touch now that hadn’t been there before.
You didn’t know what to say. A part of you wanted to protest, to push him away and remind yourself that he was still the same infuriating, arrogant bastard. But another part of you, the part you’d been trying to suppress, knew that this was different.
This wasn’t a game anymore.
“I’m not like the others,” Yuma whispered, his lips brushing your ear. “And you’re not just another one of my targets.”
May I have some Jealous and Yandere Azusa headcanons 😊
Of course! Love jealousy headcanons!!! Hope you´ll enjoy, Thank you for your request!
Jealous! Azusa x Reader Headcanons
Tags: Azusa Mukami x reader, obsessive azusa, possessiveness, jealousy, sfw
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~Azusa is completely and utterly obsessed with you. His love for you isn’t just affection, it’s a need, a hunger. The idea that anyone else could take your attention away from him is like a threat to his very existence.
~He’s not one for subtlety when it comes to his feelings, so expect him to constantly remind you that you’re his, especially when others are around.
~When Azusa gets jealous, it’s not in a loud, obvious way. Instead, his jealousy manifests in cold, calculated silence. His gaze will turn dark, and his usual soft smile will slip, replaced by something far more dangerous.
~He’ll watch you with eyes that seem to see everything, his body tense and rigid. Even if he doesn’t say anything right away, you’ll feel the weight of his jealousy hanging in the air.
~Azusa will keep you close, always making sure you’re by his side, especially when there are other people around. If someone even looks at you the wrong way, you’ll feel his hand on your arm, gently pulling you away from the situation. If you protest, his voice will lower, smooth as velvet but with an edge that suggests you should never argue with him about this.
~He’ll remind you that you belong to him, and he’ll do whatever it takes to keep it that way.
~If Azusa notices anyone getting too close to you, especially someone who shows interest in you, he’ll start subtly undermining that relationship. He might “accidentally” interrupt conversations, find reasons to keep you occupied so you can’t interact with others, or even make others uncomfortable around you.
~If someone keeps pushing the boundaries, Azusa may escalate things by isolating you completely. "You're all I need, Little One," he'll whisper, justifying his actions in his twisted mind.
~Azusa will give you gifts, often things that seem sweet at first. Soft blankets, delicate flowers, and trinkets that are meant to remind you of him. But as his jealousy grows, his gifts will take on a darker edge. You’ll start receiving things that feel possessive, like lockets with his name on them, or keys to rooms you aren’t supposed to enter. When you try to express discomfort, he’ll soothe you, telling you he’s just doing it for your own safety, because he can’t let anyone else near you.
~Azusa may not be the type to directly spy on you, but he will certainly know where you are at all times. His favorite thing is to watch you when you aren’t aware of him, observing your interactions with others from the shadows.
~His jealousy will rise when he sees someone getting too close or being overly familiar with you, and in those moments, he may approach you with that soft, loving smile of his, only for his words to betray his feelings. "Did you enjoy talking to them?" he might ask, the sweetness in his tone masking the underlying question of whether or not he should be worried.
~If Azusa’s jealousy finally gets the better of him, you’ll witness an outburst of possessive rage. It won’t be like a violent tantrum, but more like a breakdown, an eruption of all the emotions he’s been bottling up. His voice will crack with a pained desperation as he demands that you choose him, that you stop seeing anyone else, that you’re his and only his. In these moments, his true yandere nature shows itself, and he’s unpredictable. He might cry or get angry, but no matter how it manifests, he’ll always demand your attention, your love, and your full devotion.
~Despite his overwhelming need to possess you, Azusa is deeply insecure. He’s constantly questioning if you truly love him, if you want him as much as he wants you. When he sees you interact with someone else, his paranoia flares up. He’ll sometimes pull away, hiding his hurt behind that ever-present, melancholic expression, as if he’s afraid of being abandoned.
~He won’t admit it, but he’ll seek reassurance from you over and over again. “You love me, don’t you?” he’ll whisper, desperate for confirmation that his fears are unfounded.
~Azusa doesn’t just get jealous of strangers, his brothers are fair game too. If he catches even the slightest hint of affection or attention coming from any of his siblings, especially someone like Kou or Yuma, he’ll lose his temper.
~He’ll show up at the worst times, “accidentally” interrupting their conversations, pulling you away from them, or trying to isolate you from them. His jealousy knows no bounds, and even his own family is no exception.
~If someone dares to get too close or causes you any distress, Azusa will react without hesitation. His method might be indirect, manipulating situations to ensure the person is ostracized, creating misunderstandings, or quietly threatening them in a way that leaves them fearing for their safety. You’ll start to notice people avoiding you, whispering in corners, and though they don’t say it outright, you’ll feel the weight of Azusa’s silent threats in every word they don't say. No one gets to touch what’s his.
*hopefully you're okay with a final trilogy* I want a Yandere Azusa plot twist in Owned by obsession, if blood and murder is okay with you. *hopefully I'm not asking for too much lol*
This was really fun to write, i hope you´ll enjoy this final piece! Thank you for your request and support!
Owned by Obsession pt 3 - Final part
Azusa Mukami x reader x Kanato Sakamaki
Warning: azusa x reader, kanato x reader, obsessiveness, paranoia, fighting, arguing, murder, yandere azusa
Summary: You´re once again Kanato´s bride. However, Kanato´s paranoia is growing larger by day and Azusa´s small disturbances is not helping the situation.
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The silence in the mansion wasn’t comforting anymore.
It was suffocating, a living, breathing thing that wrapped itself around your ribs and made it hard to exhale. It was the kind of silence that pressed into your ears, filled your lungs, and left you listening for sounds that should have been there.
The ticking of the grandfather clock had stopped days ago.
The floorboards no longer creaked with Kanato’s pacing.
Even the dolls had fallen still, their once playful gazes now fixed and glassy, watching.
You walked barefoot down the velvet lined corridor, the cold marble floors biting at your skin. Every lamp seemed dimmer than it should be, every shadow stretched too far. The walls felt narrower lately. Closer. And sometimes, just sometimes, you caught a glimpse of something at the end of the hallway, a figure you couldn’t place, a flicker of pale skin and dark hair. But when you blinked, it vanished.
You told yourself it was just your mind playing tricks on you.
But your heart whispered otherwise.
Azusa.
His name curled through your thoughts like fog, a ghost of comfort wrapped in pain.
Kanato had grown... strange. Stranger than usual.
More possessive. Paranoid. Unstable. He barely let you out of his sight. His once-affectionate grip had turned rigid, fingers bruising your wrist when you pulled away too quickly, his voice laced with venom when you asked about the garden.
"He’s still watching you, isn’t he?" he spat one night, trembling as he clutched Teddy. "He’s sick. He thinks you’re his. He’ll take you back if I let him."
You tried to tell him there was nothing between you and Azusa anymore, that you had chosen him, hadn’t you?
But Kanato never believed you. And you weren’t sure you even believed yourself.
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It began with the scent.
Subtle at first, just a hint of something too sweet clinging to the air when you entered your room. Like roses left too long in stagnant water. Sweet, decaying… metallic.
You paused in the doorway.
The candle on your bedside table flickered low, casting shadows across the room like crawling fingers. You hadn’t lit it. You hadn’t been in here since this morning.
Your brows furrowed. Something felt off. Your eyes swept across the space, your books still neatly stacked on the desk, your blankets untouched, the dolls Kanato had gifted you all staring silently from their shelf.
And then you saw it.
Nestled atop your pillow like it belonged there, like it had always been there, was a small, delicate locket. Gold, worn, shaped like a teardrop. Its surface was scratched, as if someone had clawed at it with trembling hands. A single smear of something dark crusted along the edge. Your stomach twisted.
Blood.
Your breath caught in your throat.
You stepped closer, slow and hesitant, each movement deliberate, as though sudden motion might break whatever spell hung in the air. The locket glinted dully in the candlelight. Not new. Not recent. Old. The kind of locket a lover would leave behind after a funeral. The kind someone might wear in mourning.
With shaking fingers, you picked it up. It felt cold. Too cold. Like it had been left outside in winter before somehow finding its way to your room.
You hesitated before clicking it open.
Inside was a photograph.
Your chest constricted.
It was you, and Azusa.
Faded and grainy, like something torn from an old film reel. You didn’t remember it being taken. You didn’t remember ever smiling like that. Your face was turned toward him, soft and open, your cheek resting against his shoulder. He was looking at you, not the camera, with a rawness in his eyes that made your skin crawl. As if you were the only thing anchoring him to the world.
But that wasn’t the part that made your blood run cold.
Etched into the back of the locket, in jagged letters that dug through the metal like knife wounds, were three words:
Still mine.
You dropped it.
It hit the floor with a metallic clink, rolling onto its side and coming to a stop beneath the edge of the bed. You backed away slowly, your hands trembling, mouth dry.
No one else could’ve left it.
Kanato never kept mementos of Azusa. He burned anything that reminded you of him. He forbade you from speaking his name. And you hadn’t seen Azusa since—
Your hand rose instinctively to your collarbone, fingertips brushing the place where Azusa’s lips had once pressed a goodbye into your skin in the garden.
The scar still hadn’t faded.
Your heart pounded against your ribs. You suddenly felt exposed, like someone had been standing in the room just seconds before you arrived. Watching. Waiting.
You turned toward the window.
It was locked. But just beyond the glass, in the fogged-up pane, you saw the faintest imprint, like a fingerprint. Smudged into the condensation from the outside. A single touch.
A single reminder.
He had been here.
And he wasn’t gone.
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That night, you woke to the sound of breaking glass.
Your eyes flew open. The air in the room felt dense, thick with tension, with something wrong. The candle on your bedside table had burned out completely, leaving the room cloaked in a blue-black haze.
You sat up slowly.
More shattering.
Somewhere down the hallway.
Then came the voice. High-pitched. Sharp. Fragile.
“Don’t touch her. Don’t look at her,”
Kanato.
You slipped from the bed and moved quietly toward the door. The hallway was dark, lit only by the flicker of a dying chandelier overhead. You padded down the corridor in silence, drawn toward the sound like a thread pulling tight around your throat.
As you neared his room, you saw it, porcelain shards littering the hallway. A trail of doll limbs and blood spotted lace led to a half open door, where light spilled out in flickering gold.
You stopped in the doorway.
Kanato stood in the center of the room, surrounded by wreckage.
Dozens of his precious dolls lay torn, shredded like offerings to some unseen god. Feathers and porcelain dust clung to his hair, and his violet eyes shimmered with something unhinged.
He didn’t notice you. Not at first.
He was talking to Teddy again.
“He’s in the walls,” he whispered, his voice trembling with hysteria. “He’s laughing at me. She still thinks of him—I know she does. She’s pretending, Teddy. Pretending to love me. Just like Mother did…”
Your breath caught.
He suddenly turned, eyes locking on yours.
His lips stretched into a smile. Thin. Crooked. Desperate.
“Ah… there you are, my darling,” he said, stepping toward you. “Come in. Don’t just stand there like a ghost. Sit beside me. Sit with us.”
You hesitated, but obeyed. Something in you knew better than to defy him when he was like this.
He pulled you down beside him with trembling hands. His skin felt cold and damp, his grip too tight. You flinched when he pressed Teddy against your chest.
“He’s trying to take you away,” Kanato muttered. “Azusa. I can feel him. I see the way you look over your shoulder when you think I’m not watching. The way your eyes flick to the garden.”
“There’s nothing between us,” you whispered. “He’s gone.”
“Liar.”
His voice cracked like lightning.
He clutched your face with trembling fingers, digging into your cheeks until it hurt.
“Do you think I’m stupid? Do you think I don’t see it? You flinch in your sleep. You whisper his name. You smell like him again!”
His breathing was ragged now, wild with panic and grief and rage. For a moment, you feared he might strike you, but instead, he crumpled forward, sobbing into your lap like a broken doll himself.
You froze.
And in the doorway, unseen by Kanato, stood Reiji.
Later that night, as you wandered the halls in search of calm, you overheard the low murmur of voices in the library.
Reiji. Shu. Even Subaru.
“He’s unstable,” Reiji said, voice clipped, tight with frustration. “The dolls are one thing, but now he’s obsessively monitoring her sleep, tearing into rooms like a rabid animal. This goes beyond even Kanato’s usual… behavior.”
“Didn’t you see her arm?” Subaru growled. “That bruise wasn’t small.”
“You think Azusa’s really the one leaving those things?” Shu asked, eyes half lidded, but sharp beneath. “Wouldn’t be the first time one of us crawled back from the grave…”
“Azusa’s alive,” Reiji confirmed coldly. “I found traces of him. He’s been inside the manor. Likely watching her.”
“And she didn’t tell us?” Subaru snapped.
“She may not know how,” Reiji said, closing a book with a sharp snap. “Or… perhaps she doesn’t want to.”
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It started with a single doll.
You noticed her on the edge of Kanato’s display shelf, a tiny thing with golden ringlets, silk ribbons, and a blue velvet dress. She used to sit proudly near the center, untouched for months, perfectly preserved.
But now—
She was missing her eyes.
You didn’t say anything at first. Maybe Kanato had done it in one of his moods. You’d seen him unravel their threads before, sobbing, muttering about betrayal, tearing into porcelain like he was punishing them for some sin they couldn’t apologize for.
But this one was… different.
The gouging wasn’t from clumsy rage. It was surgical. Precise. The doll’s face was otherwise untouched, pristine except for the twin, hollow holes where her glass eyes once gleamed.
You told yourself it was nothing.
Until it happened again.
And again.
Within days, five more dolls were found maimed.
One had her mouth sewn shut with black thread, thick and cruel.
Another had been dismembered and carefully reassembled—arms where legs should be, head twisted backwards like some macabre riddle.
One had been stuffed with rose petals… and something sticky that smelled like iron.
Each time, Kanato grew more unhinged.
“Who did this?” he screamed into the walls, flinging one disfigured doll across the room. “WHO TOUCHED THEM?!”
You watched him crumble, unraveling like lace soaked in rain. His screams bled into sobs. He rocked back and forth, Teddy cradled in his lap like a corpse.
“She’s the only one who touches them,” he whispered one night, wide-eyed and trembling. “But she wouldn’t hurt them. Would she, Teddy…? Unless… he’s making her do it. Whispering in her head while she sleeps…”
His paranoia turned vicious.
He locked your bedroom at night. Searched your hands for scratches. Clutched your wrists and begged you to confess, to tell him you were being haunted, used. His grip hurt more every time. His nails dug in.
But worst of all, he was right.
Because every time you found a ruined doll…
A rose was left behind.
Crushed. Wilted. Still damp with dew. Sometimes tucked into the doll’s hollow chest. Sometimes beneath her like a funeral offering.
And once—
Once, you found one pressed beneath your pillow.
A doll’s eye beside it.
Cold. Watching.
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You had never heard Kanato that quiet before.
After screaming, after crying, after the storm in his voice had burned itself into ash, there was only silence.
Just the sound of his breath, fast and uneven.
And his grip.
So tight on your wrist it hurt, fingers trembling like he didn’t know if he wanted to pull you closer or crush your bones.
“You let him in,” he whispered.
His eyes were wild. Glassy. Half-shadowed by candlelight, half swallowed by darkness.
“He was always in you. I knew it. From the start.”
“You think I don’t see the way you look over your shoulder in the hall? How your voice goes soft when you say his name in your sleep?” He leaned in, lips brushing your ear. “Do you still dream about him touching you?”
You flinched, just a fraction. But it was enough.
He snapped.
The back of his hand struck your cheek so hard you stumbled, catching yourself against the vanity. Your reflection swam in front of you, tearful, shocked, red blooming across your skin like a bruise in real time.
You didn’t scream.
You just whispered, “I don’t want this.”
His face fell for a second. Almost childlike.
Then it twisted.
“Then go find him,” he hissed. “Go run to your little corpse lover. See what he’ll do when he breaks you, too.”
And you did.
You ran.
Through the halls, past the silence of the other brothers’ rooms, doors shut tight, eyes pretending not to see. The front door slammed open beneath your hands, and you tore into the cold night, bare feet scraping against stone.
The garden swallowed you whole.
It was the only place that still felt untouched.
Roses tangled in moonlight. Statues leaned with time. The broken fountain trickled faintly, water green with age. You collapsed to your knees beside it, sobs silent in your throat, shaking so hard you could barely breathe.
And then, You felt him.
The air changed like a held breath. A cold draft curled along your spine.
You didn’t hear footsteps. You didn’t need to.
“You always come here… when you want to be alone,” a voice murmured. Low, and gentle.
You looked up.
Azusa stood near the iron gate, hands dripping with blood, eyes too soft for the violence he wore. The moon caught in his lashes like frost. The chains on his waist rattled softly with every step he took toward you.
You couldn’t speak.
Could barely move.
He knelt in front of you, fingers feathering your jaw.
“He hurt you,” he said, simply. “I can feel it. Your pain… is louder than ever.”
Your lip trembled. “He thinks I still want you…”
Azusa smiled. It wasn’t kind. It wasn’t cruel. It just… was.
“Do you?”
He leaned in, forehead brushing yours.
“Do you still love me… Little One?”
You couldn’t lie.
“I don’t know what I feel anymore.”
He accepted that. Didn’t push. Didn’t demand.
“Then I’ll help you remember.”
But before his lips could meet yours—
“GET AWAY FROM HER!!”
The scream tore the night open.
Kanato burst through the hedge path like a demon let loose. Blood stained his hands, his own, maybe. Or not. His eyes burned like dying stars. His coat hung off one shoulder, shredded. He carried the broken porcelain like a dagger, sharp and gleaming.
“YOU DON'T TOUCH HER—YOU DON’T LOOK AT HER!!”
Azusa rose slowly.
Didn’t flinch.
“She’s not your toy,” he said. Calm. Deadly. “She’s not your doll.”
“SHE’S MINE!”
Kanato lunged.
The two collided like thunder.
Chains cracked against bone. Porcelain sliced skin. Azusa barely moved to dodge, he let Kanato come, let the rage do the work, and just absorbed it. Blood painted the roses, spattering leaves like rust.
You screamed for them to stop.
Kanato’s eyes gleamed with fury, and tears.
“She said she didn’t want this!” Azusa growled, pinning Kanato back with one arm across his throat. “But you kept her like a thing. A possession. You broke her.”
“SHE WAS FINE BEFORE YOU CAME BACK!” Kanato choked. “YOU RUINED EVERYTHING!”
Azusa's hand rose, porcelain shard gleaming in the moonlight.
“No, Kanato. I’m fixing it.”
You moved.
Too fast.
Too slow.
“AZUSA, NO!!”
Kanato was shrieking, pure, unhinged panic. His hands scratched helplessly at Azusa’s chest, his legs kicking against the dirt, but Azusa didn’t flinch.
Not once.
He was calm. Steady.
A statue made of flesh and obsession, pinning his brother down with a strength born not from rage, but from certainty.
“She doesn’t belong to you,” Azusa whispered, his breath fanning over Kanato’s cheek. “She’s not something you can dress up and cage.”
“You never loved her.”
Kanato’s head thrashed wildly, blood pooling under his back from the earlier scuffle, red soaking into the grass like wine into silk. His voice cracked under the weight of his own hysteria.
“NO—NO—NO! She’s MINE! She said she loved me!”
“She said she didn’t want this,” Azusa murmured. “I heard it in her voice. Every time she trembled. Every time you screamed at her. You only love the way she breaks.”
Kanato’s eyes widened.
Azusa raised the shard.
“You break dolls, Kanato.”
“Let’s see… how you break.”
CRACK.
The porcelain shard slammed down into Kanato’s chest, sharp enough to slice through the thin silk of his ruffled shirt, deep enough to pierce the flesh beneath.
Blood sprayed upward in a hot arc.
Kanato howled.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
The fourth strike made a horrible, wet sound, Azusa hit bone.
Kanato convulsed. His tiny frame spasmed beneath Azusa’s weight, hands clawing blindly at the sky, at the stars, at you, like you might still come save him.
But you didn’t move.
You couldn’t.
Frozen in place beside the blood-soaked fountain, your bare knees dug into the damp moss, fingers curled tightly around the stone edge, digging into it as if it might anchor you to this moment. As if anything could.
Kanato’s last cry was barely a breath.
His chest heaved once.
Twice.
Then it stopped.
Azusa kept going.
Even when the body went limp. Even when the light left his brother’s eyes, Azusa’s arm moved in a steady, brutal rhythm. Flesh tore. Blood bubbled. The sound of it, the wet crunch, the meaty squelch, would haunt your ears forever.
It wasn’t just murder.
It was ritual.
It was devotion.
When it finally stopped, Azusa just sat there. Blood dripping from his hands, chest heaving. Moonlight lit his face, his lips were parted slightly, his lashes damp, his expression soft. Blissful. Like something sacred had been fulfilled inside him.
Then he turned.
Slowly.
His eyes met yours.
And he smiled.
“It’s okay now…” he whispered, voice rough with quiet breathlessness. “You’re safe.”
He crawled to you, over grass matted with gore and petals. Blood left smeared trails behind him, like the garden itself was bleeding.
You didn’t move.
Couldn’t speak.
Your voice was caught somewhere between horror and disbelief.
Azusa’s hand reached for your face, gentle, so achingly tender. His thumb brushed your cheek, smearing warmth across your skin. You didn’t know if it was his blood… or Kanato’s.
“He hurt you,” he murmured, like it was a lullaby. “I had to… make it stop.”
“You don’t have to be afraid anymore. He can’t yell at you. He can’t pull your hair. He can’t lock you in that room like a pet. He’s gone.”
His eyes shone in the dark.
“You’re mine now.”
And then, he leaned forward and kissed you.
It was soft. Loving. Drenched in crimson.
His lips were warm and wet, trembling just slightly as they pressed against yours, not with lust, not with hunger. But with the kind of desperate need that only grows in the heart of a monster who believes he's done everything for you.
Your stomach twisted.
You should’ve screamed.
But your body wouldn’t obey.
His arms wrapped around you, pulling you into his lap, cradling you like something precious, as if he hadn’t just murdered his own brother.
“You’ll see,” he whispered against your ear. “You’ll love me again. I’ll make you happy.”
The garden around you was silent.
Only the soft rustle of leaves.
The gentle trickle of blood into roots.
And Azusa’s slow, steady breathing.
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Days passed in silence.
The mansion felt like a tomb now, empty and hollow. The other brothers, never seeing Kanato again, never asking where he went, never questioning the bloodstains that Azusa couldn’t hide. There were whispers, but Azusa’s hold over you kept you confined, like a doll placed back on its shelf.
Azusa never let you out of his sight.
Never let you breathe without him being there.
He’d moved you to a secluded part of the mansion, one with heavy curtains and bars over the windows. His touches were gentle at first. His words soft, almost sweet, as if he hadn’t just slit Kanato’s throat in front of you. But every passing day, the affection began to rot. His smile became more unsettling. His gaze more obsessive.
“We’re alone now,” he’d whisper, brushing his fingers through your hair. “You don’t need anyone else, Little One. Only me.”
And the walls of your world grew tighter.
You tried to speak to him, to cry out, to plead, to tell him you couldn’t live like this anymore. But his gaze would harden, and his touch would turn possessive.
“You don’t need them,” he’d say, voice darker now, when you tried to resist. “You only need me.”
You thought of escaping. Of running. Of breaking free. But where could you go? The world outside felt as distant as the stars, unreachable.
And the truth hit you like a blow to the chest: Azusa wouldn’t let you leave. Not now. Not ever.
One night, after he’d come to your room, staring down at you with that soft, sickly smile, you finally spoke.
“I can’t live like this. I can’t be yours forever. I… I’m not his. I never was.”
Azusa’s face twisted. His smile faltered just for a moment, and then… it was gone.
“But you are mine,” he growled, his voice a deep, aching thing. “You will be.”
The finality of his words crushed something inside you.
And then, before you knew what you were doing, you slapped him. Hard.
For the first time, his expression shifted, surprise, pain, anger.
His fingers tightened around your wrist, pulling you in closer, the sharp edges of his nails digging into your skin.
“You think you can break me?” he whispered, a dark laugh slipping from his throat. “You think you can run away?”
You trembled, tears streaming down your face. Your body shook with fear, but your heart was numb now. You didn’t feel anything but the weight of your choices.
“I just wanted to live,” you whispered, voice cracked. “Not be a prisoner in your world.”
He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. Instead, he leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear, as cold as death.
“Then you should have known better.”
With a final, soft caress of your cheek, Azusa pressed you down onto the bed. His hands were gentle at first, almost soothing as he ran his fingers through your hair. But you could feel the change in him, the slow, simmering fury that poured through his fingertips.
“I did this for you, Little One. Everything. Everything.”
And just like that, you realized.
There was no escape.
You didn’t scream. You didn’t run. Because even if you tried, you knew, Azusa would always be there.
His obsession was your cage.
And so, in the quiet, suffocating stillness of your life with Azusa, you found the only truth that mattered:
You were used to being noticed. Not in a stuck-up, shallow way, just in the effortless sort of way that came from knowing how to hold yourself. You walked with confidence, spoke with ease, and smiled like you weren’t afraid of being seen.
People gravitated toward you like gravity. Teachers liked you. Your classmates laughed at your jokes. You always had someone to walk with to class, someone to eat with at lunch, someone to text after school.
Maybe it was the way you dressed, always just a little put-together, just a little bold. Or maybe it was your energy, bright, social, full of life even on gray days. But either way, you had a reputation.
Popular. Friendly. Kind of intimidating in the way beautiful girls who know their worth often are.
And yet—
Even with the constant buzzing attention, with all the noise and chatter that came from being in the middle of everything, You noticed him right away.
It was a Tuesday.
Clouds clung low to the sky, and the courtyard was still wet from the morning rain. Students moved through puddles and dripping trees like ants in a maze, but you stood still for a second, just long enough to catch sight of him for the first time.
Leaning under the big oak tree by the outer edge of the school lawn.
White hair. Tall frame. Shoulders hunched like the world owed him a fight.
You hadn’t even realized there was someone standing there until he shifted slightly, and your eyes met, just for a second.
Cold, narrowed crimson eyes that dropped just as quickly as they met yours.
He looked away like he hated the fact that you'd seen him at all.
Interesting.
Later, you heard whispers about him in the hallway.
“Sakamaki Subaru. Total loner.”
“Transferred in from some private academy. Super intense.”
“He punched a hole in a wall last year.”
“Hates people. Never talks.”
“Hot though.”
You kept the last one to yourself. You’d already decided that.
There was something about the way he carried himself. The way he tried to take up less space while still somehow owning every inch of the air around him.
You didn’t approach him right away. But you looked for him. Quietly. At a distance.
He was always near the edges, slipping through crowds, keeping his head down, headphones in. Like he had no intention of being known. And for some reason, that made you want to know him more.
It wasn’t planned.
You were walking across the courtyard with your usual group, sunlight finally peeking through the clouds, conversation bouncing back and forth between you all like a game of verbal ping-pong.
But then you saw him. Same tree. Same headphones. Same stormy expression as he leaned against the trunk, eyes half-lidded, arms crossed like he was shielding himself from the world.
And maybe you didn’t think.
Maybe it was instinct. Or curiosity. Or the slight twist in your stomach that happened whenever you saw him.
“Be right back,” you told your friends, brushing off their confused looks as you stepped away from the crowd and crossed the wet grass.
He didn’t notice you at first. Not until your shadow stretched across his lap and the sunlight behind you dimmed.
He glanced up. Eyes sharp. Confused. And maybe just the tiniest bit startled.
“Hey,” you said, voice soft but steady. “You’re Subaru, right?”
Slowly, he tugged out one earbud, the music still faintly audible, some deep, heavy instrumental track.
“...What do you want?”
His voice was low. Rough around the edges, like he hadn’t used it in a while. You smiled easily, not backing off an inch.
“Nothing. Just saying hi.”
He stared at you like you’d just sprouted wings.
“...Why?”
You tilted your head, letting your hair fall over your shoulder as you answered, eyes gleaming.
“You looked interesting.”
A pause. A visible twitch of surprise across his mouth. He looked away sharply, the tips of his ears turning faintly pink.
“Tch… you’re weird."
“You’re the one hiding under a tree like a broody anime character.”
That got him.
His eyes snapped back to you, glare sharp, but there was something flustered underneath it, something that made your stomach flutter.
“I’m not hiding,” he muttered. “I just don’t like crowds.”
You nodded, hands slipping into your blazer pockets.
“Fair. I don’t either sometimes. But I’m good at pretending.”
He didn’t respond, but his eyes flicked toward you again, a little longer this time.
“You’re not gonna go back to your group?” he asked, not quite looking at you.
“Eventually,” you said. “They’ll survive without me for five minutes.”
“...Hmph.”
“Besides,” you added, smiling as you glanced at him, “I wanted to see what you were like.”
That made him pause.
Truly pause.
He stared at you, a frown tugging at his lips, not angry, just confused. As if no one had ever said something like that to him before.
“I’m not interesting,” he mumbled finally. “You’re wasting your time.”
You just shrugged.
“I’ll be the judge of that.”
And before he could say anything else, you flashed him one last smile, the kind that usually got you out of trouble, and turned back toward the school.
“See you around, Subaru.”
He didn’t reply.
But when you glanced back over your shoulder, he was still watching you, eyes thoughtful, a little guarded, but no longer cold.
The Sakamaki mansion was always cold in the morning.
Not just temperature-wise, though the air was crisp and heavy, like something was watching, but in the way everything felt so still. Lifeless. Too quiet. As if the walls themselves held their breath, waiting for something unpleasant to happen.
You’d been here long enough to know the calm never lasted.
Still, you found yourself drawn to the quiet moments. The early mornings, when the rest of the mansion still slept and you could tiptoe your way to the kitchen without being cornered by sadistic brothers with sharp teeth and sharper words.
That morning, you stood at the stove barefoot, wrapped in one of the oversized button-ups you’d swiped from the laundry room, sleeves rolled up as you focused on the pancake sizzling in the pan. The scent of butter and sugar filled the room, warm and gentle, almost nostalgic.
A simple escape.
Something normal in the middle of this twisted fairytale you’d been dragged into.
You hummed softly to yourself as you flipped the pancake onto a waiting plate beside two others. You weren't sure what drove you to do it , comfort? Habit? Hope?
Maybe it was just nice to make something that didn’t end in blood.
You were reaching for the syrup when—
“Oi. What the hell do you think you’re doing, Chichinashi?”
The sharp voice stabbed through the quiet like a knife.
Your heart jumped.
Spinning around, you found him leaning against the doorway, messy-haired and shirt half open, eyes gleaming with sleep and suspicion.
Ayato.
Of course it was him.
You tried not to shrink under his gaze, though his presence always made the air feel tighter somehow, like you were standing too close to a fire.
“I was just…”
You trailed off, suddenly self-conscious about the pan in your hand.
“Cooking. I didn’t think anyone would be up.”
He didn’t answer right away. Just stepped further into the kitchen, barefoot, shirt wrinkled, still radiating that chaotic confidence that only someone like him could carry this early in the morning.
Then he sniffed the air.
“Wait.” A blink. Another sniff. “Is that… food? Real food?”
You blinked, watching as he moved to the counter beside you like a curious cat who might bite you if you touched him wrong.
“You can cook?” he said, staring at the pancakes like they were some forbidden artifact.
“Kind of…” you mumbled, glancing away. “It’s just pancakes.”
“Pfft. ‘Just’ pancakes,” he mocked, snatching one straight from the plate and biting into it without waiting for permission. “Tch… You’ve been hiding this from Ore-sama?”
His eyes widened just a little, not that he’d admit he was impressed.
“Tastes good,” he mumbled around a second bite, licking syrup from his finger before flashing you a smug grin. “Guess you’re not totally useless.”
You rolled your eyes. He reached for another pancake. You smacked his hand. He looked personally offended.
You sighed, trying to stay calm, but a small laugh slipped out before you could stop it.
He froze.
Just for a second.
Then his gaze dropped to your mouth, sharp eyes watching you in a way that made your chest tighten.
“...You’re smiling,” he said, voice quieter, more curious.
“You never smile like that when I’m around.”
Your breath caught. For a moment, he didn’t sound like a brat. He just sounded... honest.
But then that teasing smirk curled across his lips again.
“Oi. Don’t go falling for me just ‘cause I liked your pancakes.”
And just like that, the moment was gone, replaced with classic Ayato arrogance as he plopped into a kitchen chair, propping his feet up like he owned the place (which, unfortunately, he kind of did).
“Make more. I want mine extra sweet. Like you, Chichinashi~”
Tags: Laito x reader, jealousy, nsfw, marking, posession, dirty talking
Masterlist
~He pretends not to care at first.
~Laito will act totally calm and amused if someone flirts with you. He’ll lean close, resting his chin on your shoulder, whispering with that smug tone. “Ara~? Bitch-chan, you sure are popular, huh?”
~But behind that playful grin? His eyes are sharp, he's already plotting.
~His touches get territorial. Suddenly he has a hand on your thigh. Or he's pulling you into his lap mid-convo. And if someone’s still watching? He’ll lock eyes with them while letting his fingers trail just a little too high.
~“Mmm, you’re mine, remember? Don’t forget that~”
~The moment you're alone, he drops the act.
That teasing tone turns dangerously low. He’ll pin you against a wall, lips brushing your ear.
~“You like making me jealous, don’t you? Naughty little thing…”
~He’s not mad at you, he’s mad at the idea of sharing you.
~He leaves marks. On purpose.
~If he feels like someone’s eyeing you too much, guess what? You're going to be covered in bite marks, hickeys, and bruises by the next morning. It’s not just possessiveness, it’s proof.
~“Now everyone will know who you belong to.”
~His jealousy is quieter when he's genuinely scared.
If he thinks he might lose you, not just someone flirting, but actually catching your interest, he gets more desperate. He'll cling to you more, kiss you harder, and whisper things like:
“Please… don’t leave me. I couldn’t handle it, Bitch-chan.”
~~ That’s when you realize that behind the playboy mask, there’s a very broken, afraid man.
~He will punish you if you push him too far.
Say you flirt back just to mess with him? Ohhh you’re in trouble. Expect a very long night , tied up, teased until you’re begging, all while he smirks.
“You made your choice, didn’t you? Now take responsibility~”
~He’s obsessed with reminding you who has control.
NSFW
~He lives to remind you who you belong to.
If someone dares flirt with you? Expect a long night. He’ll fuck you slow and deep, voice low in your ear as he murmurs, “You’re mine. Every inch of you. Don’t forget it.”
~He punishes you with pleasure.
~You think teasing him by being a little flirty with someone else is funny? He’ll edge you for hours until you’re shaking, crying, and begging, and even then, he might keep going just a little longer.
“If you want their attention so badly, maybe I should just stop touching you altogether… Would that make you behave, Bitch-chan~?”
~He loves marking you up. Not just hickeys, bites, scratches, bruises, and red, raw skin from being held too tight. Every time he sees the marks, he smirks like he’s satisfied all over again.
~“Mmm~ look at that… you’re such a beautiful mess when you’re ruined for me.”
~The more jealous he gets, the rougher he is. Hair pulling, neck biting, pinning your wrists down, all paired with soft whispers like,
“I could tear you apart, and you’d still come crawling back to me, wouldn’t you?”
~He’s not asking. He’s telling you.
~He'll force eye contact while he fucks you. When he’s jealous, Laito gets intense, and he wants you looking at only him. He’ll grip your face, keep your eyes locked on his while he pounds into you.
“Don’t look away. I want you to remember exactly who made you feel like this.”
