Very particular ask, but what about Shu thinking he's dating reader but reader is completely oblivious and only realizes when he says or does something that makes them go "wait huh". Plot twist it's been like a year or something lolll
Diabolik Lovers: The Mukami's Underwear (Requested)
If the pureblood vampire brothers wear undergarments, then the impure vampires do this as well. Due to this, the Mukami Brothers will be presented in their underwear. Please note: This features the underclothes for the diaboys' default outfits. These aren't full new attire sets. Source: Scans are from the Japan Diabolik Lovers More, Blood: Official Visual Fan Book.
The Sakamaki's underwear is here.
Ruki Mukami
First runner-up is Ruki. He's still wearing his black spiderweb choker around his neck. Ruki's undergarment is a pair of Boxer Briefs. The black underwear has a thick, black elastic waistband. However, the left corner contains two white vertical lines as decoration.
Kou Mukami
Second on the list is the pop star, Kou. He's posing in a pair of Trunks. These have a thick, black elastic waistband, too. Kou's undergarment is reddish pink maroon in color. His underwear is also adorned with a black checkered line down the left pant leg.
Yuma Mukami
The third brother is actively flexing in a pair of Midway Briefs. Yuma's underwear is a bleached green and dark green. They also contain a black elastic waistband. On the right side of Yuma's undergarment is a yellow, wide link-chain design. This chain is slanted, starting from the back of his hip to the front of his thigh.
Azusa Mukami
Azusa is dressed a pair of Cheeky Briefs, also known as a Thong; not to be confused with a G-String. Azusa's underwear is black-dark gray. Thus, the illustrators couldn't redraw him in a sideways stance or of him with his back turned. Otherwise, viewers would only see the thin, dark gray lines of Azusa's undergarment and his butt cheeks. Instead, the left picture is of his exposed body covered in scars. The right image shows Azusa's neck and forearms wrapped up in bandages with his waist and hips covered in unraveling bloody bandages.
Yui Komori
As a bonus, Yui is the final character to be presented. Unfortunately, her profile is only pictured from the mid-chest area and up. Yui still has the three flower hair-clip on the left side of her head. However, she's dawning a pale blue bra with blue straps. White lace embroidery appears to be across the top of Yui's breasts. Based on the top half of her undergarment, she's most likely wearing a matching pair of panties.
What do you think? Do you like the Mukami Brothers underwear? Which pair of undergarments is your favorite? Please share with me!
𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: Reiji Sakamaki, Female Reader (Reiji as Demon King AU) (Vampire Hunter AU)
𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲/𝗥𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴: nsfw. 18+ only.
𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 4.7k
𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: (If you are not comfortable with these themes please do not read.)
Vampire Hunter AU, drugging, use of a knife, degradation, threatening, begging, Master/Slave dynamic, use of “Master”, use of the name “Pet”, vaginal sex, fingering, Dubcon, slight mentions of blood
𝗔𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗡𝗼𝘁𝗲: I had this idea for a vampire hunter AU for a while now and I had a lot of fun writing this one!
Nervously your hands pulled at the sheer fabric of the crimson dress adorning your body. You did not belong here. You thought. Yet no one was any wiser to the human presence. The pheromones you had sprayed yourself with, like a spritz of expensive perfume, had them all fooled. You were sure that He would be fooled as well. The ballroom swirled with waltzing couples. The floor was painted with the swaying of expensive fabrics of ball gowns. The deep red of your gown certainly stood out. But that is exactly what you planned for. Your eyes met a magenta gaze from across the sprawling room.
The Demon King.
Reiji Sakamaki.
You swallowed nervously, hand feeling for the silver blade you brandished at your thigh. It remained concealed by the thickened layers of your gown. You would be needing it tonight. No matter the cost… you would succeed. For your family, you thought. For the Church. You would succeed.
The King will fall tonight.
And just as you had planned, he approached. Like a pawn in a game of chess he was destined to lose.
“What is a lovely lady such as yourself doing without a dance partner?” A deep, velvety voice mused.
You clutched the sides of your gown before gracefully lowering yourself into a curtsey.
“Your majesty, it's a pleasure to meet you,” you responded, the words that dripped from your tongue making you sick.
It was most certainly not a pleasure to meet him. He was hardly a king, much more of a corrupt demon. A corrupt demon who would meet his end tonight. You were sure of it. But for the sake of your plan, you must play the part. To play the part of the perfect lady. Seductive, yet sweetly innocent, to lure the King right into your trap. And when the curtain falls, he will be King no more. Just a memory. A disease rid from poisoned lands.
“Would you care for a dance?” The King asked, holding his gloved hand out to you, kindness painting his sharp features.
You could think of nothing better. He was playing right into your hands. It was almost too easy.
“Yes, your Majesty. I would be honored to,” you answered him sweetly, placing your own hand into his larger one.
He led you into the sea of couples, who danced in unison to the melody of violins. It looked to be reminiscent of a renaissance painting. Every vampire around you, a painting of sheer perfection. The King himself was no exception, his ruby eyes perfectly suiting his pale complexion. The locks of dark purple hair which framed his face painted him as an angel. But you knew much better. You waltzed with The King. Perfectly following the three count beat in unison. All around you, curious eyes followed. Locked onto your graceful movements. It was as if at that moment, this masquerade was dedicated to you. But you knew the grim truth. This was not a dance of shared passion. It was a dance of death. A carefully plotted game.
Reiji gracefully secured you into a dip, arm lacing around your back ever so gently. He pressed his lips against your neck, then upwards. Until his lips interlocked with your own. It looked to be a tender moment between lovers, shared at a moonlit ball. A scene straight from a fairytale.
But you knew better.
And as the clock struck midnight. You reached under the many layers of crimson fabric adorning your body. Your fingers searched for a familiar silver handle.
Nothing.
The dagger at your thigh was no longer there.
Panic filled your now widened eyes. Something sweet slipped into your parted lips. A thin, watery liquid. You tried to pull away. But he kept a hand firmly around your back, forcing the kiss to deepen. You were forced to swallow the strange liquid which seeped into your mouth.
Suddenly the room grew hazy. The dancing of couples surrounding you turned into one swirling mass of color. The moon beaming through the arching of glass windows grew into a single beacon of silver light. The clock chimed once more, and you fell weightlessly into the arms of The King.
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Reiji watched your sleeping form sprawled on a king sized bed. He observed the way your chest rose and fell slowly under the intricate lace of your ballgown. Your wrists were bound with a silken material. Delicate yet strong enough to impede your struggling if you so chose to. You were almost beautiful with your wrists bound above your head like that, he thought. Almost.
Growing tired of pointless waiting, a sharp smack echoed throughout the dimly lit bed chamber. Reiji’s gloveless hand made contact with your soft cheek. You jolted awake, gasping for breath.
“I was going to begin once you had awoken, but it seems I lost my patience,” Reiji spoke, bitterness evident in his words.
You quickly began to survey your surroundings. A large, high ceilinged bedroom. Decorated pristinely, most likely for a guest. You noted your wrists bound above you, secured firmly to a gold polished bed frame. You squirmed, testing the silk materials strength. A sharpened silver object under your chin stopped your futile movements. Reiji held the dagger under your chin, leveraging your head until your fearful gaze locked onto his own. The very dagger you had attempted to take his life with was firmly held your head up, its sharpened point threatening to pierce into your throat.
“Would you like to explain to me what this is? By that fearful expression I believe you know very well what I’m holding,” He spoke slowly, his grip on the silvered handle never once wavering.
You wordlessly gazed into his magenta eyes. They were darkened, completely unreadable. You were sure he was seething with anger. Would this be the last day you would live? Whatever fate the King had crafted for you was not going to be a pleasant demise. How would the Church react? When would they find out that their very best was slaughtered by The Demon King himself?
“Not going to answer?” The King inquired. “Very well, I don’t mind slitting your throat open right now. In fact, it would bring me great pleasure.”
The dangerous point pressed into the thin layer of skin protecting your throat. It burned as a bead of crimson liquid painted the silver tip of the blade.
“Wait!” You gasped out in sudden pain.
His movement ceased. The blade now pressing dangerously close into your skin but not leaving another mark.
“So she is ready to speak,” Reiji commented.
“I-it’s a dagger…” You began.
“And what were you planning with such a dainty little dagger, hmmm?” He inquired.
“I-I was planning on killing you…” You choked out with fear.
Uncertainty painted your features. You did not know what he was planning on doing, or how much longer you even had to live.
“Planning to kill me with such a pathetic excuse for a weapon? Did you truly think you could just walk in and I would gladly hand you my life? I suppose I couldn’t expect more from a glorified altar girl.” The King remarked.
“Al-Altar girl? How did you kn-” You began with deepening confusion.
“Do you believe you were the only one to have made an attempt on my life? There have been very many. Just none as foolish as you.” Reiji responded.
“Even if y-you kill me now… The Church will come looking. They will hunt you down. And even if I can’t kill you, they will.” Your voice shook.
Your confidence had long worn off, just like the pheromones sprayed onto your skin. It had tricked the other vampire inhabitants, but you were sure that Reiji had known all along. You had played into his hands. And it could not have been easier for him.
“Then I will gladly welcome them. With the same fate as all of the others.” He stated in response.
“You underestimate them. They will have your head. My death will only be the beginning,” You spat.
“If I underestimate them so greatly… Then why don’t I allow you to show me your skill, hmmm? You are the best hunter they have to offer, are you not?” He taunted before placing the dagger on the velvety duvet.
Suddenly, the bindings around your wrists loosened. You hastily pulled them free from the knotted loops. Your hand grasped at the cold handle of the dagger. Shakily at first, you arose to your feet. The dark material of your gown swayed as you stepped towards the man. He towered over you still. The harsh metal of the hilt shook in your nervous hold.
If you were fast enough… you could run. Out of the door, all the way home. But you were sure that the door was locked. And there was no guarantee that you would ever be able to run fast enough. Decisions bogged your fragile mind. But as a member of the church… as a vampire hunter, you knew that none of your fellow followers ran from their fight. Even the ones who fell before the King. If you would die by him either way, you would rather it be like this. Because at least this way, your death would not be a dishonor.
You padded towards him, now barren feet on the polished hardwood surface of the floors. He stood still. An amused smirk painted on his features. Eyes clearly entertained from behind silver spectacles. Your hand shook, you willed your body to stand taller. You would not show him any more fear. You would not be weak.
“Well… Are you going to continue shaking like a pitiful lamb or are you going to show me why exactly I should be afraid of the Church? Since you wanted to kill me so very badly, now you have your opportunity, Dear.” Reiji mocked.
His very presence caused your stomach to churn. His ego, his air of confidence, everything about him made you utterly sick. You longed to bury your blade deep into his heart. And to watch as the light faded from his eyes.
“What unladylike thoughts you have, Dear. Maybe instead of a hunter, the Church sent me a little sacrifice instead… A pathetic, weak little thing like yourself could never even dream of killing someone like me,” He chuckled, tone still dripping with insult.
Anger flooded every sense in your body. It boiled with a ferocity you had never felt before. It clawed at your nerves, begging you to take action.
You obliged.
Surging forward, you aimed the blade to his heart, fueled by burning hatred.
But instead of the soft squelch of flesh being plunged into, you felt nothing.
A moment of sheer tranquility. Stillness. Before you were thrown backwards with unimaginable force. Such a force you had never felt before. Your back collided with a wall. The dagger, flung from your hands, skidding to an unknown portion of the room.
The breath was sucked from your very lungs. You gasped harshly as your body thudded onto the flooring beneath you. Every muscle burned. Your bones felt fragile, as if they were about to snap at any moment. You coughed in desperation, struggling to bring air to your aching lungs.
Through your haze you could hear a dark chuckle. Mocking in tone, almost inhuman. Reiji strode carelessly past your struggling body on the floor. He walked to one of the arching windows of the room and began to pour himself a strange dark liquid from a pot. One you could only guess was tea. He swirled the dark liquid in the porcelain tea cup before taking a deliberate sip, eyes still locked to your weakened state on the floor. He sat himself atop a plush armchair, one of the few that decorated the sprawling room.
“Crawl,” He demanded, taking another slow sip from his cup.
“W-what?” You choked, still gasping for precious air.
“Crawl. To. Me.” He ordered once more.
Your head blurred with confusion. Why did he want you to do this? It was pointless if he was only going to kill you in the end. But wordlessly you obliged his ridiculous request. You could not bear another impact like the one he had bestowed upon you. On your hands and knees, you crawled. Making your way to his sitting form. Your muscles begging for pause, but you did not listen. Only continuing your slow crawl to where The King sat. You paused at his feet. Taking a kneeling position you raised your head. Hoping to meet satisfied eyes.
But instead a force shoved your head to the ground. It was his shoe. Firmly planted against your skull, now pressed harshly against the cold hardwood floor. You gasped in pain.
“Have you learned any manners? It is incredibly disrespectful to make eye contact so expectantly with those who are higher than you.” Reiji stated matter of factly. “I would’ve thought that manners would be at least one thing a pathetic woman like yourself was capable of. But I suppose not.”
The bottom of his shoe applied further pressure before removing itself from your head entirely. You heard the sound of liquid spilling onto the floor. You searched for its source, spotting a familiar darkened liquid pooling in front of you.
“How careless of me,” Reiji spoke, “Because of your incontinence I spilled some of my precious tea.”
You stared wordlessly at the tea that puddled onto the wooden floor.
“Are you going to stare at it? Or will you begin asking me for forgiveness?” He questioned you.
“F-forgiveness,” you quietly answered him, eyes remaining glued to the floor.
“A very wise decision,” Reiji noted. “Well then, clean it up.”
You glanced around the room, not spotting a rag or any sort of material to wipe the spilled tea with.
“But… There is no rag or anything to wi-” you began.
“Then use your tongue.” He stated.
“M-my tongue?” you asked, voice heavy with shock.
“Yes. Is there a problem with that?” Reiji asked.
“No there isn’t.” you replied complacent.
You lowered your body to the floor, tongue pressing against the floor as you felt the spilled tea against it. It had long been cooled by the floor. It tasted strong, yet slightly sweetened. A bold flavor enhanced by floral notes. It pooled onto your tongue as you lapped at the liquid.
“Perhaps I found another use for that filthy little mouth of yours, Pet.” He spat out the humiliating nickname to you.
You continued to rid the floor of the spillage until no more remained. You raised yourself back to a kneeling position, keeping your head lowered. You had no desire to look him in the eyes if given the choice anyways. You did not wish to see the satisfaction painted on his features from your humiliation.
“Now then. What to do with you.” The King pondered.
“A-are you going to kill me now?” Your voice shook in fear.
“Oh Dear, do you want me to?” He asked amusedly.
“A-Anything is better than being humiliated like this!” you sniffled.
“So you do wish for death then. While I’m at it, why don’t I just destroy your precious little Church as well.” Reiji responded.
“No! Do-don’t do that!” You begged.
“And why not? You wouldn’t be alive to see the Church in flames would you? Or hear the pathetic screams of your little sister, or that bastard you call a father?” He retorted.
“H-How did you know I had a sister,” you asked in confusion.
“You underestimate my knowledge, Pet. Oh how I will have such great fun destroying every last chapel that bears allegiance to those pesky little hunters.” He resounded, deep voice echoing from the walls.
“No! Please! Don’t hurt them!” You cried out.
“Say it again,” He commanded.
“Please… Please don’t kill them, or hurt them. I-I’m sorry for what I did but please don’t do anything to them.” you said tears now escaping your pleading eyes. They rolled down your cheeks.
You could not bear even the thought of your father, sister, or any member of your Church being brutally tortured by this vile demon.
“Your begging is the only good thing to come out of that mouth all night,” Reiji commented.
He was sick. Evil. Twisted. You did not want to face this shame yet you could not put your very family at risk. They meant too much to you. They loved you. You could not subject them to such a dark fate.
“And what would you do to keep them safe, Pet?” He asked you, tearing you away from your desperate thoughts.
“I would do anything!” you pleaded.
“Anything?” He asked.
“Y-yes! Anything and everything!” Tears pooled from your eyes.
“Think about what you are offering me, Pet. Is a few mortal lives truly worth an eternity of suffering?” The King raised yet another question.
“Yes it.. It is. I just don’t want them to get hurt,” you continued to plead.
“Very well.” Reiji said. “On your feet, mortal.”
You obediently rose to your feet, shakily. Your gown, now stained with tea, clung to your scared body.
“Unzip your dress.” He ordered.
“W-what?” you asked hesitantly.
“Do not make me repeat myself.” Rigidity stiffened his deep voice.
You reached to the back of your dress. Fiddling for the cold dainty zipper until your fingers clasped at it. You shakily pulled it down, feeling the dress slide down your body and pool at your feet. Dark crimson on the floor, the color of spilled blood. Yet thankfully the floor remained barren of your blood. The dress on the floor, a reminder of your life, balancing in the hands of a sadistic king.
He continued to stare expectantly. And so you began to remove the undergarments you wore under your gown. With your bra unclasped, garters unclipped, and panties discarded, you now stood before The King. Completely and utterly exposed. You felt the need to cover your nude body from his gaze. But you knew he would not allow such an action. You awaited his next order, shame flooding your emotions.
“Now… I want you on that bed, hands and knees. Present yourself to me, Pet.” Reiji instructed, his current emotions remained unreadable to you.
You nodded your head and carefully made your way to the bed in which you had awoken on. Climbing onto the soft mattress, the bed frame creaked slightly in protest. You lowered your front, ass now in the air, presented fully to him. You were ashamed. Humiliated. With your face hidden against the soft, velvety sheets you were glad he could not see the burning embarrassment plastered to your face. However, he was most likely more than aware of your shame. He enjoyed it.
You heard the floorboards creak as he walked to the front of the bed. You were thankful for the covers burying your face. You did not want to see his reaction. You knew he was enjoying every second of this sick humiliation.
Without warning, Reiji brought his large hand to your core, cupping it gently.
“N..no!” you whined. You attempted to pull yourself away but he kept his hand firmly against your heat. “P-please not that.”
“Humans are pathetic little creatures.” He said. “They say things with such ease… and then change their minds immediately after. Truly such fickle creatures.”
You felt the weight of another body on your backside. You whimpered.
Was this truly worth their safety? A promise you did not know if he would even fulfill.
Your thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of something long, and hard pressing against your clothed cunt. He was getting off on your humiliated state. You heard the movement of material behind you. You did not wish to look, you couldn’t.
“Now remember, Pet. You asked for this,” He spoke, voice now much closer to you. “You begged me for this.”
“N-no! I didn’t ask- I mean I… I didn’t think-” you sobbed, tears soaking the reddish sheets of the bed that your face pressed against.
“No. No you didn’t think, did you?” He mocked. “As much as you do so deserve it, I do not wish to tear you in half, though quite an appealing thought. I shall offer you some assistance. Take it with pride, I do not have to offer such a kindness to someone as pathetic as you.”
You were confused at his words until you felt a single digit being pushed into your cunt. You whined against the sheets, hands twisting in the material dampened from your tears. He slid his lengthy finger in and out of your cunt, pushing further each time. You stifled your whines, not wanting to give this monster the satisfaction of hearing you. He added a second finger. Stretching you slightly around his digits. His thumb pressed against your clit. Circling the bundle of nerves with precision. Still you held your whimpers, you did not want to show him even the slightest ounce of your pleasure. You were disgusted at the fact that you were enjoying this.
He increased his pace, pushing his fingers faster in and out of your slickened folds.
“Don’t stifle your noises. No one can hear you. And even if they could, who do you think would help you, hmm?” Reiji said.
“No-no one,” you choked out.
“Exactly,” He chuckled. “No one would help such a pathetic little Pet. You should be honored that I’ve found another use for you.”
He quickened his actions further. You could feel your orgasm building deep within your core. A tightening feeling, taking over every last rational thought your brain had left to offer.
“Would you like to know what your new purpose is, Pet?” He asked you.
You whined in response, sparks of pleasure shooting from your dampened core. The unbearable sound of squelching filled the space around you.
“Your new purpose is to be my little slave. To serve your new God.” He laughed deeply.
“I-I’m not your slave!” you cried out.
“Then why are you so close then? Such a desperate little whore.” He degraded.
A small moan escaped from your lips. You didn’t want this. You didn’t. But as the pleasure became so unbearable you became unsure. You felt yourself clench down on Reiji’s slender fingers. Your orgasm overtook your shaking body, ripples of pleasure coursed through you. You cried out from the aching pleasure.
His fingers were then replaced by something much larger. Your eyes widened with shock as he began to push his hardened tip against your entrance. You buried your face further into the bedding, stifling a sharp scream from your lungs. He pushed himself further into you. The stretch was unbearable. Even with his preparation you felt as if you were going to split in half around the girth of his cock. Through desperate pleas, Reiji’s actions did not falter. He pushed himself further and further until you were sure that you couldn’t take any more. When his pubic bone pressed against the soft flesh of your ass, you knew that he had fully bottomed out within you.
He began slowly, experimentally thrusting into your tight heat. You cried out, balling your fists into the sheets once more. You felt as if you would never get used to his size. There would never be enough time to adjust to his size. You could only pray that it would be over soon. That this would all end.
You couldn’t help but tense as his thrusts grew in strength. You could feel every inch, every ridge of his cock as he slid himself in and out of your throbbing cunt. His head dragged against your g-spot making you buck your hips back against him. You did not want this to feel as good as it did. But you couldn’t resist as the searing pain from being stretched to your very limit began to turn to sheer ecstasy.
Reiji could just devour you whole, listening to your begging whines and pleads as your cunt swallowed his cock deliciously. He let out his own unashamed grunt at the sight of your little hole stretched around him. He watched as he continued to sink himself in and out of you, over and over again.
“You belong to me, isn’t that right?” Reiji asked, his question punctuated by sharp thrust.
“Y-yes!” You cried out, voice slightly muffled by the sheets.
A strong hand embedded itself within your hair pulling upwards, forcing your head back.
“What was that? I didn’t quite hear that Pet,” He grunted.
“Yes! I belong to you!” You admitted.
You just wanted this torment to be over, but the way he was reaching even the deepest places within you had you savoring every second.
“And what am I to you?” He demanded, increasing his pace.
“You’re my M…Master!” You practically shouted. You could feel yourself growing ever closer by the second. The way his length massaged your cunt at every thrust.
“That’s exactly right my little Pet. Just an obedient little fucktoy for her Master,” He praised. “So here’s what’s going to happen… I’m going to use this pathetic little hole whenever I want… And you are going to allow me to do so.”
The sound of skin slapping skin echoed throughout the room. The lewd sound almost lost as you let out a scream of protest.
“No! You sai-” Your cries were cut off
“Then say goodbye to your family and Church,” Reiji grunted.
You did not want to endure this another time. Just once was enough.
He pressed his upper body against your back, never slowing his movements.
“Those are my terms, Pet. There will be no negotiating. You lost that opportunity the second you decided to use that little dagger on me.” Reiji’s voice whispered against your ear.
Chills were sent down your spine at his words. You knew you had made an irrefutable error by coming here, made worse by your foolish assisnation plan, but you could not endure an eternity of being owned by Reiji. But for the sake of your loved ones you did not have a choice in this. Your well-being was minuscule compared to their lives.
“You will either be my little fucktoy for eternity, or I will slaughter all of them and make you watch. Is that clear?” Reiji’s voice was still a harsh whisper in your ear.
“Y-yes Master!” Your words left your throat as a cry.
You weren’t sure how much longer you could take this. You felt your walls fluttering around his cock. With a desperate plea you felt yourself reach orgasm, your walls tightened around him. Reiji’s thrusts only increased in intensity as he began to reach his own high. Your aching walls milked his cock as he filled your womb with thick ropes of cum. You felt even fuller than before.
Reiji remained panting above you as he withdrew his softening cock from within you. His seed dripped from your abused hole onto the already sullied sheets below. Your shaking body collapsed, unable to hold yourself on your hands and knees and longer. Tears still leaked from your eyes, your vision was blurry and clouded.
“I’m very glad we could come to an agreement, Pet.” Reiji mused.
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Those were the last words you heard when you awoke again. Except you were not in that room. Nor were you in Eden.
Instead you lay in your own bed. The sheets pulled snug around your body. You would never mention the price of your family’s lives to them. Nor would this ever be spoken to the Church. They were only relieved that you had returned unscathed. They would remain blissfully unaware of the heavy burden that lay upon your shoulders.
All you knew for certain was the fear that overtook you in the midnight hours. How your blood ran cold before you tried to close your eyes to go to sleep. Because you knew. You knew when you heard your name echoed in a midnight breeze, that The King had summoned you.
Headcanons about Sakamaki and Mukami hands please 🙏
touch by touch: sakamaki and mukami hands headcanons
tw: a bit nsfw
SHUU
-his hands are rough... but not as rough as what you'd imagine cause he carries this small tube of hand cream that he uses as his mini perfume
-however, you can feel his calluses due to playing the violin. well he doesn't play that much anymore but the calluses are still there to remind him of the child he was back then
-but boy what he does with his fingers will make you wild (I'll leave it up to your imagination 😉)
REIJI
-one might think Reiji's hands are soft bcos he always maintains cleanliness everywhere he goes
-nah his hands are dry like the Sahara desert cause of his frequent usage of alcohol c/o of the things he experiments
-would even try to compensate for these dry hands by using gloves while washing the dishes like those Asian moms (mommyreijiinthehouse)
-so yeah he's the typical rough hand that could touch your skin and make you melt as he chokes you into oblivion bcos he wants you to subject to him
AYATO
-hmm sometimes his hands are sweaty especially when he's nervous and that is really rare or maybe his hands are sweaty due to excitement or adrenaline rush cause our red boy's full of spunk
-he actually takes care of his hands tho, especially his nails bcos basketball players aren't allowed to have long nails
-would even go as far as to apply a clear shiny coat on them bcos he doesn't like seeing them chipped off
-even got Yui into doing this kind of thing bcos couple goals ✨
KANATO
-as someone who is a fan of fingers and such, this purple gremlin takes care of his hands
-after all, he knows how hands can have a significant impact on the way you touch and tease someone
-doesn't matter if his hand is composed of paper pale skin or bony fingers that look like they can easily bend and break as long as he manages to ghost you with his touch
-yeah like his touches and carrases are gentle but the way he skins you alive with his knife is harsh and painful
-also uses a hand cream with the same brand like Shuu's
LAITO
-HOARDER OF HAND CREAMS
-this guy has prob the most beautiful hands out of all bros like he really takes care of them
-yeah bcos this beautiful boy wants to do anything that would make him the center of attention
-diva
-his hands are not too bony nor muscular??? they're just the perfect fit
-well until he decides to do something terrible to you with them
SUBARU
-you know those hand descriptions that say "rough and muscular with veins protruding"?
-yep that's our bby car right here
-like his whole body, even his hands, should show any amount of rage he always keeps inside like the constipated man he is
-ofc there are a few bruises here and there
-as if they don't heal cause pureblood vampire genes
-guess how many people he has killed with them
RUKI
-papercuts, lots of them
-I wanna say something interesting like rough with a few bony fingers and veins popping up every time he cuts a vegetable
-but nah all this guy has are papercuts
KOU
-the same with Laito
-like btch he has an idol image to maintain so might as well take care of any part of his body so he could sell well
-talk abt exploitation jk
-he actually practiced giving himself manicures for years until he can finally flaunt them btchass fingernails 💅
-even got the signature Doja Cat nails bcos he found out some idols use them to pick their nose
-eventually removed them cause it only makes his nose bleed
YUMA
-BIG 👀
-like I swear when he spreads it out, it covers Azusa's whole face and his bros would reprimand him to be careful with them
-cause one tight grasp of his hands and he'll be sending someone to the hospital soon
-he accidentally broke one of his classmates bones by trying to pull them when they're about to get bumped by the crowd during cultural festival
AZUSA
-wounds everywhere
-I swear all of em are traced like constellations in the sky but this time constellations on his bony hands
-prob even named them after constellations too
-"Ruki what does this one look like?"
-"like Spica"
-"okay your name is Spica"
-but he will realize soon enough that it's futile to have wounds in his hands bcos it hinders movement
-so he went back to his bff Justin and added more friends there so he won't be lonely 🫂
It’s Lai-hoe Again could I get a request for a friend of a Kanato holding teddy 🧸💜
Ayo here is Kanato uwu. hope your friend likes it! Despite his questionable personality, I do really enjoy drawing him a lot. Out of all the diaboy I think he has the most distinct and unique features that make it easy yet interesting for me to draw. Very good to capture the mood? with as he has such a special vibe hehe... plus it was a stressful week so kinda nice to vent art through drawing him too (i feel u Kanato... sadge man sadge)
