#Komori Con

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We had a ton of fun attending Komori Con, a super cool, brand new anime convention run on the UT campus! Our super talented artists drew over a hundred fursonas for attendees over the course of the day. A very special thank you to the Komori Con staff for putting on an incredible and impressive first ever showing. Hopefully we'll see some of y'all there again next year! ❤️

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trespass // sakusa kiyoomi

tw ⇢ non-con, somnophilia, unprotected sex, creampie, grinding, public sex, implied voyeurism, getting caught, minor manga spoilers, sakusa is lowkey delulu

wc ⇢ 2.5k

a/n: this was heavily inspired by a mista fic i read

Sakusa's skin crawled as he stared at the bus, a sense of dread rising in his throat. The vehicle loomed before him, its doors open like the maw of some great beast waiting to swallow him whole. Inside, two full teams from Itachiyama awaited, their bodies packed together in a claustrophobic nightmare due to a last-minute transportation issue.

As he stepped onto the bus, Sakusa's mind reeled at the thought of being trapped in such close quarters with so many people, each one a potential vector for illness. He had always prized his personal space, a carefully maintained barrier against the chaos of the outside world. Now, that barrier was about to be breached.

He should've just taken the train to their away games without batting an eye. Perhaps it was because he didn't want to be crammed into another vehicle with strangers, which seemed slightly worse than getting on a bus with people he actually knew. Or maybe a tiny part of him felt uneasy about leaving you, his precious little manager, in a bus full of hormonal and sweaty teenage boys.

Sakusa had sucked it up and gotten up extra early to secure a spot in the back of the bus, already claiming the corner seat as his own. By sunrise, the bus was filled to capacity, the vehicle swaying precariously from side to side. He was sure that the tires were probably inflated to their limits, ready to burst at any moment.

As the rest of the team filed in, Sakusa curled into himself, but you were nowhere to be seen. Were you not coming? Or were you sensible enough to find another way there instead of willingly entering this lion's den?

No, apparently not. You were just as reckless as always. Sakusa jolted slightly in his seat as you suddenly emerged from between two burly basketball players, yelping softly as the imbalance in your overloaded duffel bag caused you to stumble and fall.

Iizuna, ever the attentive captain, quickly helped you to your feet. He dusted you off and checked for any injuries, keeping you close by his side, practically nestled between his legs as everyone finally settled into their seats. It was going to be a long six-hour ride, and there was no way anyone would be left standing, no matter how cramped it got.

Iizuna glanced apologetically at Sakusa as he asked you to sit next to him, closer to the window. But upon realizing there was no space, Iizuna suggested you sit on his lap instead. In a flash, Sakusa reached out and pulled you in, his hands almost aggressively wrapping around your waist as he tugged you onto his own lap, leaving a dumbfounded Iizuna and the other third years staring in shock.

Beside him, Komori snickered, watching in amusement as you awkwardly adjusted yourself on Sakusa's lap, apologizing profusely as if you had committed some grave offense. Sakusa offered no verbal reassurance, instead silently guiding you to sit more comfortably between his legs as he spread them slightly to accommodate you.

Just as Sakusa was about to ask if you were comfortable, the bus lurched forward and began moving. At that moment, he heard the familiar chime of an incoming text message.

Pulling out his phone, Sakusa saw that Komori had sent him a single line: "Make a move on her."

Rolling his eyes, Sakusa shot his cousin a pointed glare before pocketing his phone again. Of course Komori would be aware of his not-so-subtle crush on their manager. After all, you were the only person aside from Komori that Sakusa allowed to touch him freely. He had even permitted you to feed him once, using the very same chopsticks you had just eaten with yourself.

Sakusa's mind wandered to the time he had gotten injured during practice. The team nurse had already gone home for the day, but luckily, you had the knowledge to tend to his type of injury. He vividly remembered how you looked kneeling between his legs, gently hiking up his shorts to press your fingers against the taut, sinewy muscles of his inner thigh.

He had felt his breath catch as you unknowingly leaned in closer, your exhales ghosting over his sensitive skin. Sakusa had to forcibly banish the less-than-pure thoughts from his mind, knowing that any physical reaction would be glaringly obvious given your proximity.

All the moments he had spent alone with you were precious to him. He treasured each and every one, locking them safely away in his heart. So of course he wanted to make a move, to let you know how much you meant to him.

But as he looked down at your peaceful, sleeping face, Sakusa had to stifle a sigh. Somehow, you had already dozed off, a cute habit of yours whenever you were in a moving vehicle with hours to go before reaching your destination. It was adorable, but at this particular moment, rather frustrating.

Gently tugging his mask down to rest below his nose, Sakusa leaned closer and protectively wrapped his arms around your middle. He held you securely against his chest, ensuring you wouldn't slip off as the bus jostled along the highway. Burying his nose in your hair, he breathed in deeply, the soft scent of lavender from your shampoo flooding his senses and awakening a primal urge deep within him.

Almost unconsciously, Sakusa's hands tightened their grip on you as he nuzzled further into your silky locks. His fingertips skimmed teasingly along the hem of your shirt, dancing just underneath the edge of your jacket. He knew that with the slightest movement, he could brush against the bare skin of your stomach.

The thought alone sent a thrill down his spine. Sakusa couldn't help but wonder if your skin was as soft and smooth as it looked. It had to be. Throwing caution to the wind, he finally slipped his fingers beneath the fabric, grazing them ever so lightly over the warm, supple flesh of your belly.

You shivered slightly in your sleep, your stomach dipping at the barest touch. So you were ticklish. That knowledge made Sakusa's heart swell with adoration. Fuck, could you be any cuter?

Emboldened, Sakusa continued to gently rub your lower abdomen, reveling in the velvety softness. As you relaxed further into his embrace, a hum of contentment rumbled deep in his chest.

Tightening his thighs on either side of you, Sakusa held you firmly in place, determined to savor this fleeting moment of intimacy. His fingers ceased their exploration, now simply brushing lazy circles over the enticing curves of your hips.

As the bus rolled on, Sakusa let himself get lost in the feeling of you in his arms. He knew he should probably feel guilty for indulging in this intimate touch without your knowledge, but the temptation was too great to resist. He had waited so long for a chance like this, to feel your softness under his hands, to breathe in your scent until it filled his lungs.

He promised himself that this stolen moment would be the catalyst he needed to finally confess his feelings for you. He would do it right, court you properly until you understood the depth of his affection. But for now, he would allow himself this one transgression, this fleeting glimpse of what could be.

As he held you close, your gentle exhales tickling his collarbone, Sakusa let himself dream of a future where you were his. His to hold, his to cherish, his to love. And with that sweet fantasy playing behind his closed eyelids, he drifted off to sleep, your name a whispered prayer on his lips.

The glaring sun pierced through the window beside him, rousing Sakusa from his slumber. Sweat drenched his body, causing his shirt to cling uncomfortably to his skin. A soft groan of annoyance escaped his lips as he registered the weight on his lap, only for his eyes to flutter open and realize it was you. With a gentle sigh, Sakusa attempted to adjust your position, but a sudden, muffled moan slipped out as he became acutely aware that something was terribly amiss.

Sakusa froze, his heart pounding frantically against his ribcage as the realization dawned on him - the incessant vibrations of the bus, combined with your warm, pliant body pressed intimately against his lap, had coaxed his treacherous body to stir in a most inconvenient manner.

Sakusa's breath caught in his throat, a heated flush creeping up his neck as he desperately willed his body to behave. The last thing he needed was for you to wake up and feel his shameful arousal pressing insistently against your ass.

Clenching his jaw, Sakusa tried to focus on anything else - the passing scenery, the low hum of the engine, the quiet chatter of his teammates. But every subtle shift of your weight, every gentle exhale that tickled his skin, only served to further stoke the embers of his desire.

He cursed silently, his fingers digging into your hips as he fought to maintain control. It was torture of the sweetest kind, having you so close, yet being unable to act on his longing. Sakusa knew he should wake you, put some distance between your bodies before the situation escalated, but a selfish part of him wanted to bask in your warmth just a little longer.

As if sensing his internal struggle, you stirred slightly, your head lolling to the side to rest in the crook of his neck. Your lips brushed against his heated skin, eliciting a shuddering gasp from Sakusa. He bit back a groan, his resolve crumbling with each passing second.

Sakusa swallowed thickly, his Adam's apple bobbing against the shell of your ear. He couldn't take it anymore, his cock throbbing painfully in the confines of his pants. If he didn't do something soon, he was going to lose his mind.

Taking a deep, steadying breath, Sakusa reluctantly untangled his fingers from your hips. He hesitated for a moment, steeling himself before carefully sliding his hand over your clothed pussy.

Sakusa's breath hitched as his fingers brushed over the damp material, his eyes widening in shock. Was this... for him?

Heat coursed through his veins, his head swimming with lust as he dared to apply a little more pressure. The lewd sound of his fingers dragging against your slick panties elicited a choked whimper from him, his cock twitching impatiently beneath you.

Sakusa couldn't believe what he was doing.

Touching you like this, even if you were asleep, was completely unacceptable. He should stop while he still could.

But when his fingers found your clit, circling the bundle of nerves with agonizing precision, you arched into him, your ass grinding down on his cock and sending sparks of pleasure coursing through his veins.

With a low growl, Sakusa tightened his hold on you, his other hand fumbling to reach his zipper. The metal teeth gave way easily, allowing him to tug the stiff material down, his leaking cock finally springing free.

A shuddering sigh of relief escaped his lips, the cool air of the bus doing little to quell the heat raging within him. He was painfully hard, the head of his cock already leaking precum.

With one final glance at your blissful, sleeping face, Sakusa lifted his hips, nudging his cock against your panty-clad core. His pulse was racing, his breaths coming in short, ragged pants as he teased the soaked fabric.

Unable to resist any longer, Sakusa pushed the soaked panties aside, the swollen head of his cock rubbing tortuously against your aching clit. You moaned softly, arching into him, your body instinctively seeking the pleasure he was so willing to give.

His chest heaved as he struggled to catch his breath, the anticipation almost unbearable.

Sakusa's cock throbbed insistently, his hips rocking slowly against your dripping cunt. The need to bury himself inside you, to feel your velvety walls clenching around him, was almost overwhelming.

He was so close, the tip of his cock poised at your entrance, ready to claim you as his. Just one push and he would be sheathed inside you, buried to the hilt. All he had to do was thrust his hips and you would finally be his.

The bus jerked, throwing you back against him, his cock sliding into your soaked cunt, and Sakusa groaned, his eyes rolling back as he felt your warm walls flutter around him. Fuck, you felt better than he had ever imagined.

With a shaky exhale, he sank deeper into your heat, his cock throbbing as you stretched to accommodate him. You felt like heaven, and Sakusa couldn't stop himself from thrusting his hips, his cock sliding in and out of your tight pussy.

Sakusa knew he should be gentle, take his time and savor every delicious inch of you. But the overwhelming desire to claim you, to mark you as his, overpowered any sense of restraint he may have had.

His grip on your waist tightened, his fingers digging into your soft flesh as he rutted into you, his cock massaging your aching cunt.

The air was thick with the heady scent of your arousal, the soft, subtle sound of your slick pussy being stretched by his cock filling the space between your bodies.

Sakusa's head fell back against the seat, his jaw clenched as he fucked into you, the coil of pleasure tightening in his gut. He was close, his balls tightening as he felt his orgasm rapidly approaching.

Just as he was about to pull out, his cock twitching with the promise of release, you came with a soft moan, your walls clamping down on him. With a strangled cry, Sakusa buried his face in your neck, his cock pulsing as he spilled himself inside you, painting your walls with his cum.

As the last waves of his orgasm washed over him, Sakusa let out a satisfied sigh, his body slumping against yours. You were still asleep, your soft breaths tickling his skin, and Sakusa couldn't help but smile, his heart swelling with affection.

He knew it was wrong, taking advantage of you like this. But the feeling of euphoria that came from being inside you, knowing that he had claimed you as his own, was worth any guilt that may come later.

As he basked in the afterglow of his release, Sakusa vowed to confess his feelings once he returned home. No matter what, he would make sure you were his, and his alone.

Sakusa's phone chimed again, abruptly pulling him from his reverie. Glancing down, he saw a new message from Komori: "That is not what I meant by making a move." Confused, Sakusa quirked an eyebrow and turned to his side, only to be met with Komori's appalled expression, though that did nothing to deter him from noticing the very prominent hard-on his cousin was sporting.

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Sight

Suna Rintarou x F! Reader

Sometimes, it takes losing someone to finally see them. He wished he knew this before, but Rintarou had to learn this the hard way. WARNINGS: Cheating, Explicit Smut, Rape/Non-Con, mentions of abortion, use of derogatory terms

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. This is no way represents my views of the original anime/manga characters.

WC: 5.5k Genre: Angst, Romance, Hurt/Comfort Other Tags: Forced Marriage, Developing Relationship, Denial of Feelings, Emotionally Repressed, References to Illness, Angst with a Happy Ending, + more to be added.

part two part three part ???

leave me love?

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

You never imagined you would find yourself in a situation like this: married at twenty-six with two children, a big house, a job that fits your time, and a husband who doesn’t love you.

Clicking the book you’re reading into the next page, you take a sip from the orange juice that you made, making sure not to drop anything on the Kindle. The faint sound of Blue’s Clues is playing in the background. It can be a perfect Saturday afternoon, save for the fact that Rintarou, your husband, still hasn’t come home from his company’s event last night - the one he didn’t even ask you to attend.

But can you blame him, though? You know very well that if he could, he would erase every single proof of your marriage. He hates you. And if it weren’t for his parents threatening to disown him and strip him off his inheritance, he wouldn’t have married you in the first place.

Your thoughts go back to where everything started.

You were somewhat of a goody-two-shoes. You never went to parties while you were studying, never missed a class, never missed a violin lesson. Sure, you did date a boy before but you never went beyond hand-holding. However, a week before your graduation from university, you were pressured by some of your friends to attend a house party. You decided to go, telling yourself that you should at least try before you officially graduate.

That’s where you met Suna Rintarou.

Dark hair, greenish eyes, a small smirk. You were instantly captivated. He was friends with the host of the party - Komori Motoya - which explained why he felt so at home in the place. He was with other friends and they certainly exuded a kind of air that would draw people to them. Upon noticing your intrigue about the man, your friends warned you to stay away from the “rich playboys” to stay out of trouble.

You had listened to your friends but little did you know, you already caught the eye of Suna. Atsumu had nudged him the moment you entered the house with your friends and when Komori welcomed them, the older twin asked about you. The host only shrugged and said that someone must have brought you with them. Suna only raised his brows and observed you the rest of the night.

The next morning, you woke up in bed with the guy who caught your attention at the party the night before. The two of you were undressed and there was a dull ache in between your legs. You hastily left the house, not even thinking of contacting or looking for your friends.

You cried when you went home, never imagining that your first time would be with a stranger. You never should have gone to the party… you shouldn’t have let yourself get drunk… maybe you wouldn’t have been taken advantage of.

Graduation came and it was a big milestone in your life. The celebration and jovial atmosphere for days distracted you from what happened a week prior. You were excited to begin a new chapter in your life. Everyone around you was excited as well. You had a bright future ahead of you.

Until two weeks later, when you found yourself inside your bathroom, with a stick and two lines glaring at you.

The squeal of your children brings you out of your reverie. You look at the living room and see your husband crouching down to let your kids hug him. You almost laugh as the two step back from their father. They must have smelled the liquor on him. Rintarou, however, lets out a small chuckle at the kids’ reaction.

You expected him to go straight to the stairs but you’re surprised when he goes over to you and makes a kiss sound without meeting your lips or cheeks. A facade. To let your children believe that their parents are in love. You appreciate the little gesture from Rintarou, even though most of the time he forgets to do it. However, the action allows you to get a whiff of a woman’s perfume. He doesn’t even bother to try to hide anymore that he’s seeing other women. And, despite it being an open secret between you two, it doesn’t make the pain any less.

Because in spite of all his meanness and nasty treatment of you, you had grown to love your husband.

As he pulls away, you try to give him a smile. “Do you want me to prepare anything for you?”

He holds your hand, aware that your children are watching you two. In a whisper, he says, “I want you to leave me the fuck alone for the rest of the day.”

You sigh, close your eyes, and nod. “Okay.”

After he left to go to your shared room upstairs, you turn to your Kindle and close the case’s cover. You leave it on the counter and go to your children. “Risa, Ryuu, let’s get you changed before Grandpa and Grandma come to pick you up.” Every other weekend, Rintarou’s parents loved to have the kids over, being as they are the first grandchildren. You watch as both of your kids pout and give you the puppy eyes, wanting to extend their telly time.

You smile fondly at them. When you learned that you were having twins, you were so scared. You didn’t grow up with a mother and suddenly the world was telling you that you’re going to be a mother of two for the first time?

You pinch each of their cheeks and say, “If you’re not ready by the time your grandparents are here, I’ll ask them not to give you chuupets.” The twins gasp and run towards the stairs, only stopping at the bottom and asking for your assistance. You giggle and guide them up the stairs to their room.

You take the time prepping your kids and packing their bags for the overnight stay at their grandparents’ home. Humming, you brush your daughter's dark brown hair which was the same shade as her dad’s, as she tried to fix her brother’s hair, which was as black as yours. Besides the hair colors, though, Risa resembled you and Ryuu resembled Rintarou.

“Mommy, so excited for birthday next week!” Ryuu exclaims. “Gifts?”

“Of course, honey,” you reply to your son, making his eyes twinkle. Eyes that looked so much like Rintarou’s. You inwardly sigh and wish that Ryuu’s father would at least look at you like that someday.

“Food? Games?” Risa adds.

“Yes, darling, mommy has everything planned out already.”

“Yay!” The kids squeal and goes around the room doing their ‘happy dance’. You watch with teary eyes as your children dance happily. You may not be loved by your husband, but at least you have your children.

 ---

Suna is on the balcony of your shared room when you come in. He had just seen his parents’ car drive off. Good, another night without the children, another night of not needing to tolerate your presence.

“You could have at least seen your parents off,” you comment, gathering the robe from your dresser, and preparing to take a shower for the night.

Suna rolls his eyes. “I thought I told you to leave me the fuck alone.”

You ignore his comment and say, “You’re smoking. Again. That’s bad for your health, you know.”

“Stop acting as if I care about your opinion. In case you forgot, you mean nothing to me.” Still, he stubs the cigarette in the ashtray and stands up from the chair, entering the room and sliding the door shut behind him. “Also, why the fuck are you here?”

“This is my room, too, Rintarou,” you reply softly, not wanting to make the argument bigger. The two of you have established that on the nights when your children are away at his parents’ house, you would stay in their room. That’s how much Rintarou couldn’t stand you. However, there are times when you don’t want him to always get his way. Tonight’s one of those nights.

“Fucking hard-headed bitch,” he says out loud, making sure you hear, before slumping on the king-sized bed and throwing the covers over him. He hears your sharp intake of breath but chooses to ignore it.

He stays on his phone the whole time you’re taking a shower. He’s almost at the end of the homemade video that Atsumu had sent him when the door opens and you come out with your body wrapped in your cotton robes, some drops of water adorning your face. He goes back to his phone to type a quick reply to the blonde twin.

[ tell Mina her moans sound good if only she wasn’t faking them half the time ]

Despite the fake moans that Atsumu’s girlfriend let out in the video, Suna can’t deny that he is horny. Sure, he can contact one of his girls at the moment but that will take time and his cock cannot wait anymore. And here you are, freshly out of the shower, looking so ready to be fucked.

 ---

 You feel his eyes watch as you make your way around the room. He stands from the bed, approaches you, and just as you are about to sit in front of your dresser, he stops behind you, meeting your eyes through the mirror.

“W-What do you want?” you ask softly, though you already know by the look in his eyes. He cups your left breast with a hand while the other makes its way under the robe. You hate the whimper that escapes you.

“Hmm… I haven’t done anything yet and you’re already this wet?”

“Rintarou,” you start to protest. “I’m not in the mood.”

“Your pussy says otherwise.” He inserts two fingers immediately, making you moan. You aren’t really in the mood but your body is a traitor, always giving in to Rintarou. His hand cupping your breast begins to undo your robe as his lips start a trail across the expanse of your neck and shoulder. He turns you around, sucking a harsh mark on your collarbone before throwing you to the bed.

When he crawls over to you, you feel his hard member against your folds as he ravages your chest. He kisses you everywhere in your body. Everywhere but your lips. You’ve long accepted that no matter how often you let Rintarou take you, he would never kiss you on the lips; he didn’t even kiss you on your wedding day.

“Shit,” he curses as he slaps his dick against your folds. “You’re so fucking wet.” He aligns his member to your slit and you widen your eyes.

“Ah, Rintarou, I’m not yet--” your sentence is cut off by a shriek as he thrusts all the way inside. It stings, you weren’t prepared and he didn’t give you a chance to adjust as he begins slamming his hips relentlessly against yours.

“Fuck,” he groans. “Such a tight pussy. Moan for me, slut.”

You try to put your hand against his pelvis, asking him to slow down. “Please, Rin, I - Ah - It hurts!”

He chuckles. “Really? But I just felt your pussy clench tighter around me. Just be glad I’m fucking this cunt.” The bed starts to creak and your body is slowly inching upwards at the harshness of his thrusts.

You lay there and take it all, clenching your fists on the sheets, for Rintarou hates it when you leave marks on his body. It doesn’t mean he hates leaving marks on yours, though. Oftentimes he would litter your body with bruises and he didn’t even care whether or not they were in visible places. More than once did you get flustered when Ryuu or Risa asked about some purple marks on your neck.

He doesn’t even let you breathe through your orgasm as he starts fucking you harder after you came, pursuing his own release. After steadying his breathing, he pulls out of you and leaves you alone as he goes to get himself cleaned up. A few minutes later, he emerges from the shower room and goes straight outside to the balcony.

All while you remain on your back, trying to fight the tears from falling. That’s it. No aftercare, no asking if you were alright. You hate yourself for letting him use you like this; like you aren’t his wife. Just someone to use for his own needs. You close your eyes and scold yourself. You should’ve just decided to stay in the kids’ room tonight.

 ---

 He may be a good liar but there’s one thing that Suna cannot lie about: he likes having sex with you. He would never admit it to anyone else, though, not even the Miya twins, certainly not to the Miya twins.

He couldn’t quite explain it to himself either, but the first time after he fucked you as his wife, he had the urge to cuddle with you. He thought it was just the rush of things but it happened again the second time… and the next… and the next… Until he developed a habit of leaving you alone and staying away from you every time after sex.

Suna isn’t the insensitive bastard that everyone thinks he is. He could tell how hurt you are every time when he pretends as if you didn’t exist again. As if he didn’t just share his body with you.

But he has to. He has to not feel anything for you. Not even guilt, not even pity. He cannot afford to feel anything for the person who ruined his life.

 ---

 Monday mornings are for Ryuu and Risa. You liked taking them to the nearby playground to play with other kids and socialize as well with the other parents. Your children were able to make friends but you’re still having a hard time fitting in with the parents. You couldn’t blame them; you were five to ten years younger than them.

“Somebody had a good time last night,” a deep voice comments beside you. You look to your right and see a tanned man take the space with his broad body.

“Iwaizumi-san,” you say, “Nice seeing you too. Who had fun last night?”

The man smiles at you. “I told you to call me Hajime, Y/N.” He looks at his son who’s playing with your children. Iwaizumi is your only friend among the parents in this playground. You two had gotten close as he’s only a year older than you. He’s a single dad, left to raise his son alone after the mother decided that she did not want anything to do with him.

“O-okay, Hajime,” you respond, then repeat the question. “Who had fun last night?”

Hajime laughs and points at your jaw. “You.”

You quickly pull out your phone and check your reflection. Sure enough, there is a faint mark from Rintarou from the night before. He didn’t leave the house yesterday and after you tucked Risa and Ryuu to bed, he joined you in the shower and took you against the slippery walls. You blush at the memory and refuse to look Hajime in the eyes. “It’s a…. mosquito bite.”

At that, Hajime laughs even louder. “I’m not your kid, Y/N. No need to lie to me.”

You’re still blushing. “I’m so embarrassed.”

“Come to think of it,” Hajime says after a few moments. “How come I’ve never seen your husband here?”

You blink, surprised at the sudden question. “He’s a very busy person.”

Hajime only hums in response.

“Is Kenta joining the party on Saturday?” you ask, eager to change the subject.

“Of course,” Hajime replies. “He’s been bugging me about what gifts to buy for the twins.”

You laugh a little. “I’m sure the twins will love whatever gift you give them.”

“Of course,” Hajime replies, “They are as sweet as their mother.”

The compliment makes you blush but you tell yourself not to dwell too much on it.

 ---

 It’s eleven in the evening when Rintarou arrives home. You are in your room, finalizing the last details for Ryuu’s and Risa’s birthday party.

As usual, your husband ignores you, and you would have let it go if only you didn’t need to ask him something important about the party. “Rintarou, what’s your guest count for the party on Saturday?”

He scrunches his forehead. “Party on Saturday?”

“It’s the kids’ birthday,” you say. “You forgot?”

“Ah,” Suna sighs. “How do I even pretend that I’m sorry?”

You close your eyes, trying to reign in your anger. “I can stand it if you hate me, but do not hate my children. You can hurt me all you want, but don’t you dare hurt Risa and Ryuu.” You are starting to have a headache again, something that has been frequent for the past week.

“I don’t hate them; I didn’t intend to forget, okay?” he barks back. “I just hate the fact that they’re the reason I’m married to you. Once the company has been fully turned over to my name, I’m going to file for divorce and get custody of them.”

The laugh that escapes your lips surprised even you. “Hell, I would allow that! You? Custody? Of my children? No way in hell! You’d have to kill me first!”

He opens his mouth to retort but you jab your pointer finger against his chest, making him stumble back, not at the force but at the surprise. “For all I know, you just want custody to please your parents. You don’t care about the kids; you care about how you can weaponize them. Do you think I forgot about the time I told you I was pregnant and you straight up told me to get an abortion? You think I’d leave my children in your care?” The pounding in your head has worsened but it is nothing compared to your heartbreak. Whatever hopes you had in having a somewhat okay relationship with Rintarou have just been doused by the ice-cold reality that he’s a horrible person. A horrible, horrible…

 ---

 Suna, for the second time that night, stumbles back in surprise. One moment you’re repetitively jabbing at his chest and the next, you’re falling against him. He gets his footing and catches you in time.

He ignores the way his heart leaped when you fell. He quickly convinces himself that the only reason he was a bit worried about your fall is that he knew his parents wouldn’t let him hear the end of it. “Hey,” he tries to shake you but you are unconscious.

He heaves a sigh as he carries you to your shared bed. He places the back of his hand against your forehead and upon feeling that you’re not feverish, Suna scratches his nape. If you don’t have a fever, then what caused your collapse? He debates calling for a doctor; this shouldn’t be such a big deal.

Then what should he do? He looks at you again and sighs. Maybe he should just let you sleep it off?

He sighs and pulls out his phone. About to text the family doctor, a message from Osamu pops up on his screen.

[ sorry for the late msg, browsing online for ur kids’ bday. y/n told me not to overthink what gift to buy but what do u think they’d like? ]

Of course. Osamu fucking Miya remembers his children’s birthday. He knows his friend has a little crush on you; he even got a scolding when he confided about getting you pregnant. His gray-haired friend was actually the one to rat him out to his parents, but it backfired when his parents forced him to marry you.

He's still good friends with the younger of the twins and the only time they argue is when his friend lectures him about morals and how he should start treating you better. If only Osamu knew...

[ they have a lot of toys, i think. better go with books ]

[ okay, what books do they like? ]

[ i don't fucking know, samu. u think i read them stories to sleep? ]

[ ok rin, relax. god u r so irritable these days ]

He does not reply, not in the mood to argue with his friend. He looks at you still lying on the bed. You look so peaceful and all with the purple blanket that he has thrown over you. Maybe you're just tired. Sighing, he locks his phone and places it on the bedside table. 

No need to call the doctor, you're fine.

 ---

 You wake up sweating a lot. Looking up, you notice that the AC has been turned off. You slowly sit up, letting the blanket slide away from you, and then turn to your right and see Rintarou sleeping shirtless.

The last memory you can remember is having an argument with him before passing out. Did he bring you to your bed and cover you in sheets? Is that why the AC's turned off?

Your eyes soften at the realization, bringing back memories of a time in your pregnancy that you treasure so much. Memories that feel like dreams, given your current situation with your husband. You carefully get off the bed to change as your back is drenched in sweat. As you look through your clothes in the closet, you take a mental note to schedule an appointment with the doctor after Risa's and Ryuu's birthday party this weekend. You pick a thin camisole, deciding that it's best if you leave the air conditioner off since Rintarou's half-naked.

You mentally hear your friend, Sacha, telling you about how you should stop being nice to your shitty husband. You stifle a laugh.

Around fifteen minutes after situating yourself back on the bed, you sigh and sit up. Sleep isn't coming and what else can you do than pick up your journal and write another entry? However, as the pen is in your hand, you only end up staring at the blank, white page. You can't bring yourself to write down tonight's thoughts, for you're still hurting over it.

Rintarou's a horrible person.

A lot of your friends have said it to you and yet you refuse to listen. But then... what he told you about planning to get custody of the kids... you know he has lots of money and connections and the law sides with the likes of him. If he's being serious about it...

"Can you stop?"

That's when you notice you have woken up Rintarou by the rhythmic tapping of your pen on the notebook. You clear your throat and begin to apologize when he sits up and groans before throwing you a glare.

"Don't even try to say shit like you're sorry or something."

You bite your tongue and only nod meekly at him. You're not sure whether to bring up the argument or not.

Rintarou turns his gaze away from you before mumbling something.

“What?” You carefully ask, failing to catch what he said the first time.

His voice when he replies is so low that it’s barely audible. “Are you okay?”

To say you’re surprised is an understatement. Not that this is the first time he has asked you this question. You just thought you’d never hear it again from him. “Yes. I don’t know what happened.”

“Cool. If you ever do not feel well, go to the doctor. I can't have you passing out. My parents will never forgive me if something bad happens to you.”

Of course, it’s his parents. Any semblance of concern that Rintarou shows to you is always rooted back to his parents.

The two of you remain silent for a while before your husband speaks again. “The twins… some friends from high school club, college. Say, maybe around fifteen to twenty people?”

It takes you a moment to realize that he’s talking about his guests at your children’s birthday party. You try not to smile. “Noted, thank you.”

You two don’t talk after that. Rintarou leaves to smoke on the balcony and you remain in bed, deciding on rereading your journal.

 ---

 The house that Rintarou’s parents gave to the two of you has a backyard garden. It’s not decorated much, save for the numerous ornamental and flowering plants. Gardening became one of your pastimes during your pregnancy. A swing set with a slide is placed neatly in a corner.

You watch as your kids’ friends play on the slide and your heart clenches, thinking about the backstory of that particular display. 

“Great party,” Hajime bumps you playfully, a tall glass of juice in his hand. “You’re a good organizer.”

You smile at your guest whose son is playing happily with your children. “You always compliment me, Hajime. Sometimes I think I don’t deserve it.”

He raises an eyebrow. “I mean my compliments, though. You shouldn’t be too hard on yourself, Y/N.”

The smile remains on your face. The two of you begin to talk about another kid’s party in the next month when Rintarou joins you.

“I don’t believe we’ve met,” he says curtly to Hajime and you wonder about his rather unfriendly demeanor.

Hajime gives your husband a kind smile. “Iwaizumi Hajime, a friend of your wife.”

Rintarou ignores Hajime’s outstretched hand. “How did you two meet?”

“Playground,” Hajime replies, gesturing towards the kids. “That little boy over there is my son.”

Rintarou only hums in response. You think of how he probably did not know about the playground and for a moment, you start to question yourself whether or not it was rude to invite Hajime to come to the party in a house that was technically Rintarou’s. But then again, you remind yourself that the older guy is a parent of your kids’ friend, and the celebration is for your children, not yours.

“Well,” you awkwardly break the silence that has taken over. “I’m going to make sure the cupcakes are ready to be served. Enjoy your time, Hajime.” You give your friend a smile before walking away, at the same time Rintarou sighs and leaves as well.

The rest of the party goes well. All the children had fun. Towards the end, right after Rintarou’s parents had to leave earlier, you notice an unfamiliar woman arrive. You briefly wonder who she is, that is, until your husband welcomes her with too-friendly arms.

She doesn’t even bother to greet you nor the kids. She just trails along Rintarou, pretty much ignoring everyone else. Hajime gives you a curious look and you wave him off by forcing a smile before turning away and bumping into Osamu.

“He’s a jerk,” the gray-haired twin says lowly, an arm on your shoulder. “Are you okay?”

You give him a small nod. “She’s just his friend.”

Before you can hear Osamu’s disagreement, you hurry towards the kitchen so you could distract yourself for a while. Before rejoining the rest of the party, you decide to go the to the restroom to freshen yourself up. It’s at that exact moment that the door opens and you’re met by your husband and the woman, him still breathing heavily, her trying to manage her disheveled hair.

You feel like throwing up.

Rintarou only rolls his eyes at you before leaving, the woman following behind him. You would have just ignored them but you hear her whisper, “Pathetic” and the next thing you know, you’re grabbing her hand tightly, pulling her towards you. Once she’s facing your direction, you slap her. “Get out of here.”

She’s baffled and looks to Rintarou for help. He only watches the two of you in amusement. “What do you want me to do? You heard my wife. Get out of our house.” The woman looks at him in disbelief before marching away, leaving you and Rin alone. He smiles at you. “Happy?”

Taking a deep breath, you shake your head. “You’re horrible.”

 ---

 Rintarou is angry. You can feel it with every harsh thrust of his hips against yours, with every rough bite he leaves on your body. He’s mad, and he’s not holding back.

The thing is, you are just as mad as him.

How dare he bring one of his women to your children’s birthday party? How dare he do lewd things with the said woman in the restroom of your house? Sure, the house is his per se, but his audacity to do the filth in a celebration of your children’s day is too much.

“Harder,” you groan out, not bothering to mask the bitterness in your voice. “Is that all you can do?”

His response is a particularly hard thrust, making you scream. “Shut the fuck up,” he says irritably. “Fucking whore.” He hoists your left leg up around his waist and starts to drill into you harder as he busies his lips on your collarbone.

You scratch at his back. Tonight, you don’t care that he hates when you leave marks on him. Tonight, you don’t care that he doesn’t love you. Tonight, all you care about is how good he’s making you feel. He’s not using your body, you’re the one using his. 

Another hard bite on your shoulder makes you whine and Rintarou pulls back, glaring at you. “You probably let that man fuck you, huh?” He says and for a moment, you’re confused. Who is he talking about?

“Friend my ass,” Rintarou continues as his pace becomes more unforgiving. “You probably set playdates for the kids so you two can fuck.”

Oh.

You let out a laugh, which immediately gets swallowed up by a moan. “Really, Rin? You’re accusing me of sleeping with a friend when you’re the one who brought one of your whores to the party? Hajime’s only a friend.”

“Don’t say his name!” He spits and thrusts into you deeply.

“Are you jealous?” You ask the question before you can stop yourself, making Rintarou’s movements halt. He doesn’t answer and only looks at you coldly before pulling out and manhandling you so you’re all on fours.

He doesn’t even give you time to steady yourself before he plunges his cock back in and starts jackhammering against you, pulling your hair in the process. You were shamelessly moaning now. You can hate yourself later, you tell yourself. For now, you’re going to let Rin fuck the frustration and anger out of you.

Three orgasms later, you lie on your back with Rintarou beside you, panting heavily. Now that the rush of ecstasy has subsided, you feel empty again. Instead of trying to talk to your husband about your problem, you resorted to having hate sex with him. It’s normal for Rintarou, he hates talking to you; but for you to do it, too…

“Don’t do it again,” you say softly. “Bringing your women here.”

“This is my house,” Rintarou answers matter-of-factly. “I can bring whoever the fuck I want.”

“Look, I don’t care if you’re seeing other women,” you lie through your teeth, “But can you at least protect the kids? They’re still your children. They don’t deserve to be tangled up in our problems.”

He doesn’t answer for a long time that you’re convinced he’s ignoring you when he sits up and groans. “Fine. I won’t bring other women here. But that friend of yours should never step foot here again.”

The way he spits out the word ‘friend’ reignites the anger within you. “Why are you accusing me of something I’m not doing? Of something you’re doing? Why do you care about –”

“Wow, so bold of you to assume I care!” He retorts, cutting you off. “Are you really still in delusion that I give one fuck about you?”

You closed your eyes, heat building up behind them. Due to anger or hurt, you’re unsure yourself. “What happened?

“What do you mean?” His voice is still filled with venom. You open your eyes to see him standing up and lighting a cigarette.

“What happened, Rintarou?” You repeat as you also stand up, wrapping a robe around your sore body. “Just when we were getting along back then, you suddenly turned cold towards me. Why?”

“Fuck off,” he spats and while his words are like daggers to your heart, you stand your ground.

“I deserve to know. We’ve been married for five years and through it all, I stood by your side even when I knew you weren’t mine.” Your voice cracks and it’s as if your walls have broken down. “I endured everything: your cold treatment towards me, you sleeping around with other women, your blatant disregard of my feelings. I-I… Why? I just want to know, Rintarou. Why did you make me fall for you only to break my heart?”

His back is still turned towards you so even though you can’t look at his expression, you see him tense at your confession. You finally did it, laid out all your feelings. It’s all up to Rintarou now on what to do with them. Your heart is in his hands.

“Fuck,” he mutters before stubbing the cigarette in his ashtray. Before hastily getting dressed. Before leaving your room, shutting the door behind him. And just when you thought it couldn’t break further anymore, your heart shatters to even smaller pieces.

TO BE CONTINUED.

[animeyanderelover]

How would Yandere Mukami brothers and Yui be with a hypersexual darling who has an almost never ending stamina?

I had to read a bit about hypersexuality, also called compulsive sexual behavior, to feel more confident about this. If I still misunderstood something, as always, please inform me. This did turn out more dark than initially anticipated.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, clinginess, stalking,abduction, bullying, Nsfw, non-con, hypersexuality, therapy, medication, depression, self-harming tendency

Hypersexual darling

Yui Komori

💎Yui is a difficult case since she's been abused by the Sakamaki's and Mukami's alike so the topic of someone forcing themselves sexually on her is sensitive and possibly triggering for her. Yet she loves her darling too much to initially tell them about that since she's very empathetic so she realizes that something doesn't seem to be right with them. It's going to be really shattering when you eventually figure out that she was sexually harassed and yet endured hours of hours trying to satiate your arousal, especially since you have troubles controlling your urges. Chances are good that you already feel ashamed enough about your compulsive arousal that interferes with your daily life, your job and even your relationship. Yui attempts her really best to soothe you, help you somehow yet when you start crying out of shame, guilt and disgust she also starts crying and promises that she'll help you with your problem and that she won't leave you.

💎The girl is so supportive. She goes to therapy with you to encourage you and to educate herself about your condition and Yui will always help you if you relapse on your treatment plan and succumb to your sexual desires. She's so sweet, always tells you how much she admires you for hanging on even if it tends to be hard for you. If potential triggers for her darling are stress, anger or sadness she starts searching for hobbies and activities to find healthy ways that don't involve sexual release to blow off some steam and relax. The most heart-breaking part for her darling is probably that she will forgive them even if they can't control themselves and sweetly try to help them in a moment of weakness even if she physically can't keep up with their stamina. She always tells them that it's alright, that she's gone through worse and that she loves them and will never leave them. She's terrified of being alone.

Ruki Mukami

📘 Ruki has caught on to your tendency to feel aroused easily even before the abduction and initially he finds it a bit disgusting and low yet is undeniably also aroused by it. Obviously he isn't really someone who can talk like that about you but your livestock and with the way you are unable to control your sexual desire, he honestly compares you to a wild animal in heat. There are multiple times where he followed you home only to see you spending hours trying your best to satisfy yourself. A sight that has always made him grow tight in his own pants and whilst you must never find out, he masturbated during such times to the sounds and the view of you relentlessly pleasing yourself. He's never considers that this might cause you to feel deeply ashamed and that this might not be normal. The phase after abduction is for that reason only more of a blow to darling's mental condition as Ruki almost relentlessly bullies them and puts them down for all the things he's seen them doing.

📘 For a while he has his fun with the things he does which also include sexually torturing his s/o by forcing himself on them only to deny them an orgasm and have them plead and scream for him to help. It isn't until you actually try to harm yourself and scream at yell at him that you're more disgusted with yourself for being unable to deny him because of you're too sexually driven and that you hate yourself more than he could ever know that his perspective changes. You're restricted shortly after as Ruki's paranoia to be left gets triggered and for the first time he actually starts searching for other reasons why you're still so aroused even after abduction as his previous arguments of you just being a major masochist doesn't count anymore. He eventually diagnoses you with hypersexuality after he's read about possible explanations and decides to help you. He hopes that you might depend on him more if he does so, although he does enjoy the fact that sexually you can keep up with his stamina.

Kou Mukami

🎤 He's a pervert although in front of his fans he surely doesn't come over that way. He's a stalker too and whilst he is a bit shocked when he one day discovers the magazines you keep and the stuff you watch online, he's slightly thrilled too. My, who would have known that his kitten would be so dirty-minded? He's less mean about it than Ruki is though although he surely is mentioning it in a teasing tone to his darling soon after the abduction, enjoys the ashamed and embarrassed reaction he elicits out of you. Quite honestly, he never considers that the amount of times you need sexual release as something unhealthy as he has the time of his life. He gladly helps you if he catches you masturbating and finds your endurance when it comes to sexual acts admirable. He thought that you'd collapse after a few rounds but you seem to be very greedy and something about that excites and arouses him so much more and ends in him pressing you down with a grin, curious to see how far you two can go.

🎤 He initially doesn't want to believe Ruki when the male points out that your hyperfixation on sex doesn't appear to be normal. It's only when he catches his darling having soon after the abduction a mental breakdown and confessing in their fragile state that they suffer from hypersexuality and don't want to act on their urges like that. Kou is partially confused as he has never heard of hypersexuality before and partially too dense to really see the problem you have with that. As you start acting very depressed though, he in the end decides to do his best to help if it makes you feel better. Ruki has to help with the research for treatment they can do in the mansion as obviously Kou won't and can't take you to a real therapist which makes things a bit harder since no one from his brothers is a specialist. Kou is mostly trying to cheer you up though as your sadness and disgust with yourself doesn't sit well with him. He has his needs though so you better keep up with him the next time you feel comfortable.

Yuma Mukami

🌱 Yuma has a similar mindset as Ruki has in the beginning. Once he has found out how horny you are, he automatically sees you as dirty, someone who just thinks with their genital. He does have a hunch that this seems to be serious problem though as even in public or in your daily life you get aroused for seemingly no reason, leaving him hanging there with the scent of your arousal penetrating his nostrils and fogging his brain, he has to leave the place with a noticable bulge in his pants as quick as possible before he loses control. The tall man is condescending about it as soon as he has abducted you as he still sees you as someone under him, you're a human after all. At the same time he's not holding back now that he has you though as you very quickly fall under your unstoppable needs and masturbate, causing him to yank the doors open and stare at you with lustful and hungry eyes. Honestly, he's impressed that you can keep up with him and makes it a challenge to try to tire you out, even if just a little bit.

🌱 He has his suspicion but for some reason always pushes it back and for that finds out during the worst timing. Whilst you're pinned under him and his rough words of how much of a bitch in heat you are for getting off of him, your abductor, taking you like this. You just break, start bursting out in tears and sobbing that you can't do anything against it since your body is out of your control and that you're well aware that you have problems. But now that you're kidnapped, your last chances of treatment are forever gone and that you honestly feel like dying at times. You successfully pause him in his rough movements, conflicted eyes watching you bawling your eyes out beneath him, too uncomfortable to just ignore your tears and words and continue. You're surprised when he offers to help you as good as he can, although he also makes it very clear that he still wants to take you for himself over and over again. He has urges and might lose control too, especially if he smells your own arousal.

Azusa Mukami

🔪 You've left the silent man at times terribly needy too when he caught a whiff of your arousal in public at times and was left awkwardly and uncomfortably trying to take care of the growing tightness in his pants. He's anxious when you're taken forcefully into the mansion of the Mukami brothers as he fears that you might hate him even if he would understand why. He's a creep after all. Yet your extreme sexual tension leaves you irrational at times and make you desperate enough to take Azusa who offers himself when he notices your problem. Even if you only look at him and acknowledge him during sex, he's happy nevertheless. He's even begging you to use a knife on him, show him that you love him in the only love language he knows, pain. He's slightly surprised by your stamina but never complains. His own stamina is despite his appearance and behavior anything but weak and the more you use him to please yourself, the more you acknowledge him, notice him.

🔪 He never protests, never complains, just happily takes whatever you give him and never questions you since he believes that you're perfect. So it's a very unpleasant shock when you one day start crying on top of him after you've chased your orgasm, after the euphoria is replaced by the deep feeling of shame and guilt. You know he's weird but the clear concern he shows when he notices your tears and his soft voice asking what's wrong push you into telling him about your problem and that you need help with it. This entire situation is so toxic in your opinion although you are aware how Azusa sees things. As expected, the vampire is confused what is so toxic about the relationship you two have going on right now yet his heart hurts seeing you so sad so he gets his brothers involved who do know that you're not well but were unable to say that to Azusa without breaking his heart. He does everything he's told to help you, unfortunately he has a twisted sense of love so if you relapse, he always offers himself for you to use.

[romanticvampiric]

Revista Conexión Manga | Diabolik Lovers More, Blood: un sangriento romance (2015)

(Notita: Esta revista la adquirí en el año 2015, eso quiere decir que es posible que tenga algunos daños y este bastante desgastada; de hecho, ya no tengo en mi posesión el póster de los diaboys que venía con ella. De igual forma, tengan en mente de que trataré de mostrar lo más que pueda de la edición para que puedan ver la información que proporciona. ♡ )

Autor: Izzaki.

Año de publicación: 2015.

Título: Diabolik Lovers More, Blood: un sangriento romance.

Lugar de publicación: México.

Editorial: Editoposter.

Número de la revista: 327

© Rejet/Zexcs/2015

Para los que desconocen a Conexión Manga.

Está saga de revistas son exclusivamente mexicanas, tenían el propósito de dar un lugar exclusivo al anime, manga y la cultura japonesa dentro de sus diferentes secciones. Sin embargo, lamentablemente —chispas y más chispas— dejaron de producirse ya que recibieron múltiples quejas de la enorme desinformación que daban; no sólo de las franquicias presentadas, sino que también de la cultura a grandes escalas. Aquí yo pondré la revista tal y como viene escrita (eso incluye posibles errores ortográficos) sin ninguna especie de cambio. ¡Ahora sí! A darle.

La historia de Diabolik Lovers está basada en una serie de juegos tipo visual novel para el PS Vita, que ya ha tenido dos adaptaciones al anime; la primera en 2013 y la segunda temporada, de la que hoy nos ocuparemos.

Esta serie tiene mucho de oscuro, algo de misterioso y mucho de sensual. Si ya jugaron el juego encontrarán muchas similitudes en la historia, y si no, no se preocupen, pues Diabolik Lovers nos lleva de la mano al interior de las vidas y motivaciones de este sexi grupo de vampiros.

Viviendo entre vampiros.

Como recordarán la protagonista de esta historia es Yui Komori, una chica de 17 años con una vida normal, hasta que su papá, que dirige una iglesia, debe mudarse por su trabajo y ella comienza a estudiar la prepa de noche y a vivir en la mansión de los hermanos Sakamaki.

Los seis chicos son algo extraños e intimidantes, pero lo que más destaca de ellos es que son vampiros. Todos tienen interés en Yui y en su sangre, y una vez que ella hace este descubrimiento su vida no vuelve a ser igual.

Ha pasado ya un mes desde que la chica vive en la mansión de los Sakamaki, entonces empieza a tener extraños sueños en donde una voz la llama Eva.

Se despierta algo agitada, sólo para encontrarse los trillizos Ayato, Kanato y Raito junto a su cama, observándola. Los chicos quieren beber de su sangre, los tres a la vez, y están a punto de hacerlo cuando Reiji los interrumpe diciendo que es muy temprano para esas cosas.

Los Mukami al ataque.

Camino a la escuela todos van juntos en el auto y las discusiones y comentarios pervertidos no se hacen esperar, mientras que Shu se aísla escuchando música en sus audífonos. De pronto el coche hace un brusco giro, choca y se incendia. Nadie sale herido, pero los hermanos saben que éste no es un accidente normal. En la distancia se ve a cuatro chicos: los hermanos Mukami, responsables de lo que acaba de pasar.

El secuestro.

Yui queda algo perturbada por los eventos del día anterior y, como no puede dormir, da un paseo por el jardín; de pronto escucha de nuevo la voz que le dice Eva, y al voltear se topa con Kou, Yuma y Azusa los hermanos Mukami, que le cierran el paso. Ella huye como puede, sólo para encontrarse con Ruki, el mayor de los Mukami, que la secuestra.

La chica despierta en la mansión de los Mukami, quienes se presentan ante ella y le dicen que ahora vivirá en su casa, pues es portadora de la sangre de Eva y estando con ellos podrá encontrar un Adán.

Ahora, al menos Yui sabe el significado de sus extraños sueños, pero no quiere quedarse con estos chicos. Más tarde, Ruki la acorrala y bebe de su sangre mientras un extraño murciélago los observa por la ventana. Mientras tanto, los Sakamaki se preguntan por el paradero de Yui, pero creen que de algún modo regresará sola.

El placer del dolor.

En la mañana Yui se sorprende al ver lo cercanos que son los hermanos Mukami, a diferencia de las constantes riñas y distanciamientos de los Sakamaki. Sin embargo, su sonrisa se borra pronto, pues los chicos Mukami le prohíben ir a la escuela, pues podría escapar.

Azusa, el menor de los Mukami, se queda a vigilar a la chica y la lleva a su cuarto, donde le enseña su colección de preciados cuchillos. Pero las cosas empiezan a ponerse extrañas cuando Azusa quiere ver a Yui cortarse con un afilado cuchillo o bien que lo corte a él.

En el forcejeo Azusa resulta herido, lo que le da placer y desconcierta a Yui. La verdad es que cuando Azusa era niño era maltratado constantemente y al ver que al sufrir los demás eran felices, empezó a relacionar el ser lastimado con sentirse bien. Después, a cambio de la cortada que recibió, él succiona la sangre de Yui, preguntándose si es el elegido.

Humanidad perdida.

Después, Yui pasa el día con Yuma, quien la lleva a su jardín y le enseña sus cultivos, al final termina bebiendo de su sangre. El turno siguiente es de Kou, quien aprovecha su atractivo y trabaja como idol. Él cree que todo en la vida funciona dando algo a cambio, y le regala rosas a Yui esperando su sangre a cambio, pero ella no lo entiende y Kou se desespera y destruye las flores, para después beber de la chica a la fuerza.

Lo que Yui aprende es que cada uno de los hermanos Mukami tiene un pasado tormentoso que de algún modo los llevó a convertirse en vampiros —sabemos que Karlheinz está detrás de esto.

Los Mukami dejan que por fin Yui vaya a la escuela, y ella aprovecha para volver con los Sakamaki. Subaru confronta Yui en el techo de la escuela, exigiéndole respuestas, como si hubiera sido su decisión irse con los Mukami.

Pero entonces Kou interrumpe.

La libertad de Yui dura poco pues pronto vuelve con los Mukami. Yuma, después de recapturarla le pregunta por Shu y ella cuenta lo que sabe. Yuma parece ser alguien que Shu conoció hace mucho tiempo. Esta vez Yui es encerrada y usada como fuente de sangre hasta que es rescatada por Ayato, quien se enfurece al ver las marcas que cubren su cuerpo. A estas alturas es obvio que habrá pleito entre ambos grupos de vampiros, con Yui, como siempre, en medio de todo.

En conclusión.

Esta segunda temporada de Diabolik Lovers sigue la línea argumental del juego, siendo una adaptación fiel. Esta vez la serie se centra en profundizar más en las personalidades de los hermanos Mukami.

Diabolik Lovers: More, Blood es una serie interesante, visualmente muy atractiva y con buen transfondo que te invita a conocer al juego, y a dejarte llevar por la oscura seducción de estos vampiros. ¿Aún no caes? ¡Sólo mírala y déjate llevar!

¡Hasta la próxima y que la Fuerza los acompañe!

Ficha técnica.

Anime: shojo

Género: drama, harem inverso, romance, sobrenatural

Idea original: Rejet

Director: Risako Yoshida

Diseño de personajes: Yuuko Kahiro

Música: Saki

Estudio: Zexcs

Episodios: 12

Seiyuus:

Yui Komori: Rie Suegara

Shu Sakamaki: Kosuke Toriumi

Reiji Sakamaki: Katsuyuki Konishi

Raito Sakamaki: Daisuke Hirakawa

Ayato Sakamaki: Hikaru Midorikawa

Kanato Sakamaki: Yuuki Kaji

Subaru Sakamaki: Takashi Kondo

Kou Mukami: Ryohei Kimura

Ruki Mukami: Takahiro Sakurai

Asuza Mukami: Daisuke Kishio

Yuma Mukami: Tatsuhisa Suzuki

[xjulixred45x]

Jujustu Kaisen

English

Series: Crossover Diabolik Lovers x Jujustu Kaisen

CrackShip idea: Yui Komori x....Itadori Yuji/Crossover Diabolik Lovers x Jujustu Kaisen

CrackShip idea:¿Yui x Gojo?¿Yui x Sukuna? Both.

CrackShip idea: Yui x Megumi, Yui x Nobara

Yandere! PLATONIC!Satoru Gojo x Oc(background Yandere Gojo x Yui Komori BRUTE END)

Itadori/Fushiguro/Kusigaki x Reader with PAS

Gojo and Gero with a S/o who does Tango

Dumb question: why Kenjaku never use Riko Amanai's corpse?(i got a Answer)

Satoru Gojo/Suguru Geto x Reader with a Twin

Yandere! Poly Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto x Darling! Reader Part 2! Additional Headcanons

Satoru Gojo Suguru Geto x Idol! Reader

Suguru Geto x Disabled Reader

Kinda Second part of Geto x Disabled Reader bc i can't have enogh (Drabble)

Bully!SatuSugu x Bully!Reader?(Drabble)

Nobara Kusigaki x Reader from our times

Series: Platonic Yandere Kenjaku for Geto's child

Platonic Yandere Kenjaku for Geto's child

Geto's child escapes + Kenjaku yandere tendencies more explained

How would be Choso with Geto's child?

When/if Kenjaku gets Geto's child Back...

If Geto's child meet Gojo

MEMES

Satoru Gojo with a older brother Reader(Drabble) Part 2^: Big bro with Megumi and Tsumiki (and the Students)

Suguru Geto with a Younger Sister Reader(Drabble)

Satoru Gojo/ Suguru Geto x Carrie White like-Reader

Satoru Gojo/Suguru Geto with a little Sister Reader like Carrie White

SatoSugu x Reader with past and Personalilty like Subaru Sakamaki

Suguru Geto x Kotoha Hashibira like-Reader (long Drabble?)

Yandere Gojo x Sorcerer Killer reader

Platonic Yandere Gojo x Teenage! reader: grounding

SatoSugu x Douma! Reader

Platonic Yandere Nanami x Adoptive Daughter Reader

Platonic Yandere Satoru x Demaryius!Reader Additional Ask

Choso x Little Sister Reader (PLATONIC)

Ryomen Sukuna x Douma! Reader

SatoSugu x Special Grade Sorcerer/Yuki Tsukumo! Reader

Yandere Nanami x Frail! Reader x Yandere Gojo

Choso x Yui Komori like-Reader

Platonic! Yandere Choso x Kianna! Reader

Platonic Yandere Nanami Drabble: Hide and seek

Yandere Satoru Gojo: Open the Door

Yandere Choso Kamo General Headcanons

Yandere Higuruma?

Platonic Yandere Nanami x Necromancer! Reader after Shibuya

Atsuya Kusakabe General Dating Headcanons

Yandere Toji x Reader Drabble: a Step ahead

Platonic Yandere Nanami/Platonic Yandere Higuruma x Reader Drabble: please, eat Darling

SatoSugu x Boiling Islands Reader

Platonic Kiyotaka Ijichi x Adoptive Daughter Reader

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Serie: Crossover Diabolik Lovers x Jujustu Kaisen

CRACKSHIP: Yuji Itadori x....Yui Komori

CRACKSHIP: Yui x Gojo, Yui x Sukuna

CRACKSHIP: Yui y Megumi, Yui y Nobara

Yandere! Platónico! Gojo Satoru x Kianna Komori(menor Yui x Gojo, Brute End)

Itadori/Fushiguro/Kusigaki x Lector con PAS

Nobara Kusigaki x Lector neutro de nuestro mundo

Satoru Gojo/Suguru Geto x Lector/a que hace Tango (Drabble)

Pregunta tonta:¿Porque Kenjaku nunca poseyó el cuerpo de Riko Amanai?(respondido)

Satoru Gojo Suguru Geto x Lector/a con un/a Gemelo/gemela

Yandere! Poly! SatoSugu x Lector

Satoru Gojo/Suguru Geto x Lectora Idol

Suguru Geto x Lector neutro Discapacitado

Segunda parte de Suguru Geto x Lector Discapacitado porque no puedo tener suficiente

Bully SatuSugu x Lector/a Bully?

Nobara Kusigaki x Lector neutro de nuestros tiempos

Serie: Yandere Platónico Kenjaku por el hijo de Geto

Kenjaku siendo un yandere platónico por el hijo de Geto

El hijo de Geto escapa+Tendencias Yandere de Kenjaku más explicadas

Choso con el hijo de Geto

Que pasaría si Kenjaku recuperará al hijo de Geto...

Si el hijo de Geto conociera a Gojo..

MEMES

Satoru Gojo con un hermano mayor (Drabble)

Satoru Gojo con un hermano mayor parte 2: Lector conoce a Megumi y Tsumiki. Ft Kugisaki e Itadori

Suguru Geto con una hermana menor (Drabble)

Satoru Gojo/Suguru Geto x Lectora como Carrie White

Satoru Gojo/Suguru Geto x hermana Lectora como Carrie White (PLATONICO)

SatoSugu x Lectora con personalidad y pasado de Subaru Sakamaki

Yandere Gojo x Lectora asesina de hechiceros

Yandere Platónico Gojo x Lectora Adolescente: castigo

SatoSugu x Lectora Douma

Yandere Platónico Nanami x hija adoptiva lectora

Yandere Platónico Satoru Gojo x Demaryius Lector

Lector Demaryius, pregunta adicional.

Choso y hermana pequeña Lectora

Sukuna x Douma Lectora

Choso Kamo x Lectora Yui Komori

SatoSugu x Hechicera de grado especial! Lectora

Yandere Platónico Choso x Kianna Lectora

Yandere Platónico Nanami: escondite(Drabble)

Yandere Satoru Gojo: Abre la Puerta

Yandere Choso: Headcanons generales

Higuruma yandere?

Yandere Platónico Nanami x necromaga Lectora

Atsuya Kusakabe Headcanons generales

Yandere Toji Fushiguro x lector@: un paso adelante (Drabble)

Yandere Platónico Nanami/Yandere Platónico Higuruma x Lector(Drabble): porfavor come..

SatoSugu x Lectora de las islas Hirvientes TOH

Kiyotaka Ijichi x lector@ adoptad@(platonico)

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PART 2

Couples:

Yandere!MSBY 4 x Kageyama Twin!Reader

Side couple:

Komori Motoya x Kageyama Twin!Reader

Warnings: Cheating, non-con(not too much), obsessive and possessive behavior, general yandere tendencies. This is my first time writing explicit content like this, sorry if it's boring:/

PS: Send in requests if u have any...

Part 1:

"So how have you been? Everything going ok with Komori-san?" Tobio's voice sounded through (Y/n)'s apartment as she cooked her dinner.

"Yeah! Everything has been great with us, tho the distance is really killing me, but we phone each other every day." (Y/n) answered back, waiting for Tobio to speak up again.

"Well, you did pick pretty far away cities, Shizuoka and Osaka I mean. But as long as you find time to call each other, it should be fine." (Y/n) smiled bitterly, nodding her head Kageyama's words

"Yeah, but enough about my love life, what about you? With how many fangirls and those fansites you have, you must have someone in mind." She teased, already imagining her brother blushing at her words.

"You know I am not interested in that, at least not now. Volleyball is more fun."

"You should honestly think of marrying it at this point." (Y/n) joked, not surprised by his answer.

"Shut it! But anyways, I need to go now. You will be off to Shizuoka this weekend?" Tobio wondered as (Y/n) went to pick up her phone and turn off the speaker.

"Well I was planning to, but Motoya told me he will come. Something about getting away from Shizuoka and all." The med student answered, recalling the conversation she had with the pro athlete a few days a

"Well at least you won't have to travel after the exam then. By the way, did Hinata text you at all in the past 2 weeks? Since the game with Komori-san's team, it's been radio silent from him."

"Hmm? Now that you mention it, I didn't hear anything from him either. Could that loss bumped him out so much?"

"Who knows. He can be off at times, but I am sure he will come around. Anyways, I got to go now. Hoshiumi-san wanted to take Hirugami-san and I out for a drink."

"Have fun! Give them greetings from me!"

With that, they ended the call and (Y/n) went back to making her noodles so that she can return back to studying as soon as possible. Groaning, the med student went through her phone, trying to find the last few notes she needed to revise.

"Just this one more exam and then I will have some time for myself..."

She yawned, looking at the clock on her wall, groaning.

"I will barely catch any sleep these days..." (Y/n) groaned as she put the phone away and went to eat her dinner, her mind going from her exam to the orange haired volleyball player.

'He really has been acting off... ever since graduation to be honest...'

She thought in worry.

With Hinata...

The man tossed and turned in his bed. He was supposed to go to sleep hours ago, but he just couldn't. Every time he closed his eyes, the image of (Y/n) and Komori flooded his mind, and he just ends up angry.

"Stupid Komori...is it his height that makes him attractive? His looks are average at best.. or his money? If (Y/n) was in need of financial support, she could have called me-"

Hinata's rambling was cut off by his phone ringing, so he quickly went to answer it.

"Sakusa? Why are you up so late?" The orange haired man wondered.

"I was talking with my aunt over some family meet up later this month, and she let the information about Motoya visiting Osaka slip out... do you know where I am going?"

Sakusa said sternly, clear annoyance lacing his voice as he mentioned his cousin.

"Do...do you think it's the right time?" Hinata wondering, his eyes going wide as he remembered the plan.

"Another time we won't have. We need to break them up... Aunt told me that he plans on proposing to (Y/n) soon."

Hinata's eyes widened and he clenched his fists.

"Ok...did you think of a plan to break them up?"

"Yeah, I will handle that."

"Good, I can't wait till that pest is gone."

"You and I both."

Sakusa sighed from the other side.

With Atsumu...

Atsumu groaned as he kept on stroking his cock as he went through the pictures he saved of (Y/n). The pictures were nothing special, just some from the beach he found on her Ig, but those were enough to rile him up. The image of the young woman underneath him, panting, crying and begging for release kept playing inside his head.

'(Y/n)... please...'

Groaning, the faux blonde as he came all over his hand. Panting, he got up from his bed and went to clean himself up. Once he was done he went back to his bedroom, sighing sadly as the images he had were just pure fantasies, the kind he wanted to be true.

Huffing, he sat down on his bed and scrolled through (Y/n)'s social media, smiling when he saw a new story was posted.

But, that smile faded away as soon as he saw that it was a picture of her books and a cup of coffee.

'Why is she up so late? It's nearly 1 in the morning. Shouldn't that useless boyfriend of hers make sure she is sleeping?!'

"Stupid! I knew that guy was no good! Why did she pick this prick of all?"

Atsumu's stare hardened as he thought of the brown haired libero. Back when he met Komori at the training camp, he thought of him as a possible friend. But now...now that he was with the girl of his dreams, there was no way for him to have that position.

"I wanted to so desperately see him cry that night. Show him and (Y/n) who the better one is...better player and better boyfriend, but..." Atsumu sighed as he rubbed his face, feeling like crying.

"But the whole time (Y/n) kept distracting me. That smile and her cheers, wonder how it would feel like to have her cheer on me, wear my jersey-"

Atsumu stopped his monolog as a message popped up. Quickly opening it, he saw that it was Bokuto.

'Komori is coming to Osaka tomorrow. We need to break them up this weekend. Sakusa said he is planning to propose.'

The message set an already frustrated Atsumu on fire. There was no way he will let that Komori put a ring on her pretty little finger.

"Besides, he can't afford what (Y/n) really deserves, unlike the rest of us. And Komori (Y/n) just sounds wrong."

The next day...

"I honestly don't know if I will pass this one, but the most important part is that it's over!" (Y/n) cheered as she walked out of the building.

"I am sure you will pass. When will the results be?" Miwa asked from the other side of the phone.

"In like...5 days or so. Unless the professor starts grading them today."

The med student yawned, already dreaming of her soft bed.

"Sleepy? Are you off home?" Miwa asked, worried for the youngest sibling.

"Yeah. Motoya will arrive in Osaka later tonight, so that gives me some time to rest."

"Alright. I have to go now since a client arrived. Have fun you two, but not too much~" The older woman teased, causing (Y/n) to blush a little as she said her goodbyes.

'She can be too much at times.' (Y/n) groaned. All of a sudden, the young woman felt someone grab ther shoulder, causing her to jump away and turn around.

"Easy there (Y/n), it's just us!" Sighing in relief, (Y/n) noticed the familiar golden and black eye.

"Bokuto-san, Sakusa-san, what a surprise! What are you two doing here?" (Y/n) asked, smiling as the two athletes took off their masks.

"We were just walking by after practice! Do you live here somewhere?" Sakusa asked flatly, already knowing all the information.

"Oh no, my university is in this location tho! How are you two? Has practice been going well?" (Y/n) asked while smiling, causing Bokuto to blush a little, meanwhile Sakusa hid his by putting his mask back on.

'Adorable...my (Y/n) is so adorable.' The black haired thought as Bokuto spoke up.

"It's been great. Today we were let go a little sooner than usually. The coach and captain were a little easier today, after all the hard training before."

"Yeah, they got a lot stricter after our match with Komori's team." Sakusa explained, getting more annoyed at his cousin than he already was. (Y/n) blinked for a moment, and then remembered what he was talking about.

"Sorry to hear that you two, but you guys were still amazing. I guess it depends on the luck you have that day."  She answered back, trying to lighten up their moods. Which seemed to work, as Bokuto stopped pouting, sending her a grin soon after. Sakusa seemed to lose his annoyed demeanor, but his eyes stayed as passive as possible, so she wasn't sure about him.

"Really?! Did you see that service ace I delivered at the beginning?! Worked on it for a while." Bokuto boasted.

"Yeah! That was pretty cool! I am happy that you hard work paid off. Hope the next time you performed it, it will be the winning points."

Bokuto grinned at the praise and continued talking to the younger. Sakusa clenched his fists are the sight, envying how easy the conversation between the two was. How familiar they are to each other. It's not like Sakusa didn't talk to her before, she visited his place often with Komori, but he always had a hard time talking to her.

"Hey uhmm... the two of us, Atsumu and Hinata are free tonight, want to go out for dinner?"

The black haired boy's question surprised not only (Y/n), but Bokuto as well.

"Well that sounds nice Sakusa-san, but Motoya will come over tonight, so I really can't. And I don't think it's that much of a smart idea, I don't want to piss some of your fangirls off."

(Y/n) shuddered, remembering how some of the girls from her class came into her, after pictures of her and Atsumu talking surfaced on social media.

Sakusa and Bokuto ignored the part with Motoya, as they were more concerned over the 2nd part.

"Say...none of the fans caused you any trouble?"

"Ahh...all I can really say is that Atsumu-san's fans love him a little too much." Was all she said, which made alarm bells go off in both of them.

"But nothing to worry about! I already handled it! Anyways, I need to go now, gotta rest a little till Motoya arrives! Bye!" (Y/n) said, walking off quickly, trying to avoid any form of questioning from either of the two.

"What are you doing?" Bokuto wondered, his gaze switching from (Y/n) retreating form to Sakusa's, who was dialing a number on his phone.

"I will call my dear cousin over for a drink... the plan is going in action tonight."

"Alright! Let me go and call Hinata then." The Fukurodani alumni grinned, excited about tonight.

"You are meeting up with Sakusa-san? Why didn't you tell me earlier?" (Y/n) asked the brown haired libero over the phone.

"Sorry, it came out of the blue, I will try not to stay for too long with him... you are not mad?" Komori asked from the other side, gulping as he thought of her reaction.

"Why would I be mad, Sakusa-san is your family after all. Just, tell me sooner next time." She asked softly. There was really no reason for her to be annoyed, aside from him not informing her sooner.

"Sorry, I really am. But I have something for you, which might make it up for my mistake." Komori said sheepishly, causing (Y/n) to grow curious.

"What would that be?"

"You'll see! But I need to hang up now, sorry."

"Ok, have a safe trip! And have fun."

Turning off her phone, (Y/n) sighed and went to her living room, opting to watch a movie or two till Komori arrives.

A few hours had passed and (Y/n) was beginning to get nervous, not only was Komori supposed to arrive at her place an hour ago, but he also wasn't answering his phone.

"Should I call Motoya again? I have been calling him for the past 20 minutes and nothing... Maybe Sakusa-san will answer me." (Y/n) muttered nervously as she dialed the athlete's number.

She didn't have to wait for too long, as he answered his phone quickly.

"Hello? (Y/n)?"

"Sakusa-san! Thank God you answered, is Motoya with you? Why isn't he answering his phone?"

'I probably come off as controlling, but fuck it!' She gulped, waiting for an answer from the man.

"Motoya? Why would he be with me? I am out with Hinata."

(Y/n)'s heart dropped at those words.

'There... But why would he say?'

"Hello? (Y/n), you still on your phone?" Sakusa's voice interrupted her thoughts and she quickly answered him.

"Uhmm...I... Motoya isn't with you 100%? He said you two would meet up for a drink."

"No, we never agreed to that. I have practice tomorrow, so that's out of question-"

"I need to go. Bye, sorry for interrupting you two." (Y/n) didn't let Sakusa finish as she hung up and went to call Komori again, her heart racing and alarm bells ringing.

"Come on...answer please....Motoya..." She desperately begged, thinking of the worst possible scenario.

'He wouldn't... Motoya wouldn't cheat. There is no way, but why else would he lie?'

"Why aren't you answering?!" (Y/n) screamed as she threw her phone on the couch, tears escaping her eyes.

"Please...let this be all a prank, I swear I won't be mad. Please-"

A notification popped up on her phone, and (Y/n) quickly ran to her phone, thinking this might be Komori. Unlocking her phone, (Y/n) read the name of a private Ig account, which sent her a few pictures. With a heavy heart, she opened the message, only, to her horror find pictures of Komori sleeping next to a unfamiliar girl. The sight of the woman smiling next to a seemingly naked Komori made her heart break and she quickly turned of her phone.

Shaking and sobbing, she plopped on the couch and started crying harder, the pathetic feelings of sadness and betrayal taking over her body.

"Motoya...why?"

"Should we go now?" Hinata asked as Sakusa finished his call with Atsumu.

"Yeah, the woman sent those photos to (Y/n) and already left. With how much Motoya drank, it will be a wonder if he remembers anything." Hinata nodded his head as they walked of to Sakusa's car.

"All the better for us, (Y/n) will just think that he is lying and trying to pretend nothing happened."

Sakusa silently nodded his head, grinning like a madman that this years old nightmare is coming to an end.

'Finally she will be mine...tonight is the night.' The black haired man hummed as him and Hinata walked off to the meeting spot.

A few hours passed by and (Y/n) was sound asleep in her bed, all the crying drained her, and she just wanted to shut off everyone. So much so that she didn't even answer her brother or sister's calls. The silent apartment was soon disrupted by the sound of the entrance door being opened, and two figures walked inside.

"Shouldn't we wait for Hinata and Atsumu?" Bokuto whispered as Sakusa nodded his head.

"I really could care less where those two idiots are right now. Besides, we should go and prepre our little princess." The Itachiyama alumni muttered as he walked to (Y/n)'s bedroom, his whole body shaking in excitement along with Bokuto's.

"Finally, I have been dreaming of this moment for so long." Bokuto grinned as Sakusa slowly opened the bedroom door. Breath hitching up, Bokuto walked inside and up to (Y/n)'s bed. The man gulped as he looked at her sleeping face, her puffy, red cheeks and pout causing his cock to harden.

Groaning, Sakusa slowly removed her covers, enjoying the sight of her vulnerable figure. Bokuto let out a a sigh as he sat on the bed and caressed (Y/n)'s hair.

"I can't wait for those two." Sakusa finally said as he hovered over the woman, and slowly grabbed onto her pajama pants, pulling them down.

"Finally." Bokuto grinned as Sakusa pulled off her pants, licking his lips when he saw her panties. Quickly unbottoning her pajama shirt, he was more than pleased to see her bare boobs.

"Naughty girl~" Bokuto giggled as Sakusa started kissing up (Y/n)'s leg, her soft skin turning him more and more on.

'And that bastard Motoya kept all of this to himself?! And with how he is, he probably didn't please her to the fullest.'

Bokuto was meanwhile kneading (Y/n)'s nipples, watching in pleasure as the woman started groaning and moaning, her eyes slowly opening, looking at her surrounding in confusion.

"Looks like my little slut is finally up? Look Omi!"

"Wh-what th?!-" (Y/n) shrieked as she realized what was going on, desperately trying to wiggle her body out of this. But all of this was to no avail as their grips on her body tightened.

"Shh baby, we will take great care of you. Just be compliant."

"Get off of me! What the hell?!" (Y/n) glared up at Bokuto as she tried to push him off. This pissed the white/black haired man off, causing him to grab her arms and pin them down, sending the woman a warning growl.

"Don't make it so unnecessarily hard, baby. We know you want this, you are all wet just from our touch." Sakusa cooed as he inserted a finger inside, enjoying the surprised expression and her attempts to hide her moan.

"Don't hold back baby, I want to hear all of the noises." The black haired man laughed, insisting a 2nd and 3rd finger shortly after.

"Stopp~" (Y/n) moaned out as Bokuto played with one of her nipples and sucked the other, moaning at how soft she felt.

"Good girl, just lay back and enjoy it." Sakusa smirked as he pumped his fingers faster and faster, enjoying how hee moans were getting louder and louder.

"You smell so nice... I have been waiting for so long. We all have." Bokuto muttered in between of kissing her neck, leaving a bite mark or two in the process.

"Wha-what are you t-talking about~" (Y/n) panted as she felt her climax approach her.

"We all have had our eyes set on you since high school, and it really enraged me...us to see you with my cousin of all people. But you will soon learn not to mess with us, baby~" Sakusa chuckled as the younger came onto his finger, enjoying the moan she let out.

"So sensitive... Atsumu and Hinata will sure enjoy this." Bokuto teased as he wiped her tears away, kissing her cheek right after.

"Please...please don't go any further... Sakusa, Motoya will be-"

(Y/n) flinched as both men glared and let out low growls.

"Still thinking of that pest? While two of the most sought after athletes in the country are about to give you the night of your life?" Sakusa said as her got up, signaling to Bokuto to change positions. (Y/n) was about to use the moment her hands were free to get up, but Sakusa stopped her.

"You are not going anywhere. The fun is just starting." Sakusa said as (Y/n) watched in horror as Bokuto started taking off his pants. Then suddenly, the younger heard her bedroom door open, and a familiar voice fill up the room.

"Hey! Why didn't ya wait for us?!" Atsumu growled as Hinata whined at the betrayal. The black haired man rolled his eyes along with Bokuto.

"Next time don't take so long. Now wait till Omi and I are finished."

"Not fair! I know (Y/n) longer than any of you, I should do it first!"

"Deal with it, Hinata." Sakusa said, looking down at (Y/n)'s teary eyes, the sight causing him to grow harder than he already was.

The next day, (Y/n) woke up feeling sick and body aching from all the bruises and bite marks the 4 left on her body. But besides that, a weird form of relief washed over her body as she noted that neither of the men were with her. Perhaps, she thought, they left or something. But, just as she started hoping that, her door opened and revealed Hinata's smiling figure. (Y/n) cringed at how normal he was acting, as if he and his friends didn't force themselves on her last night.

"You are awake! Just in time too, Omi made us breakfast." Hinata said cheerfully as he approached her bed, causing the woman to flinch away as he touched her shoulder.

"Huh? Was I that rough with my marking last night? Sorry baby, I will be gentler next time." (Y/n) looked at the grinning man in horror as he said that.

"N-next time?"

"Of course, did you think this was a one time thing?" Gulping, she felt Hinata grab the back of her head and rest his forehead against hers.

"We all are in love with you for years, and if you thought we would leave after we got a taste of how sweet you are...you are dead wrong." Hinata said, the crazy and lovesick look in his eyes made her realize in just how much trouble she was in.

"Besides...of you don't want Komori's career to end in a cheating scandal, you will play the role of the obedient little kitten." Atsumu said from the doorway. (Y/n) moved to look at him in shock as Hinata started kissing her neck, moaning at the pleasant smell.

"How do you-"

"How do we know? Easy, we set him up. You should have seen how much we had to make him drink to convince him that woman was you." Her eyes widened as Atsumu chuckled and walked up to her bed, patting her head and kissing the top of it.

"Remember, your body and soul belong to us from now on, so better not look at any other man, or else these pictures of Komori are going into the public."

(Y/n) felt tears start rolling down her cheeks as Atsumu showed her those again. She knew there was no way out, if only she knew sooner how crazy these 4 were...maybe she would have been more careful. Maybe she would have stayed in Tokyo or even in Miyagi to study,but with the way they were, (Y/n) doubted this distance would have prevented any of this. Atsumu chuckled at the hopeless look the younger had on her face and leaned in to lick some of the tears away.

'Finally I have you hopeless and desperate, just like I always wanted it.'

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WHAT I FIRMLY BELIEVE THE HQ BOYS' CANONICAL FAVORITE DRINK (AND SOMETIMES FOOD) ORDERS ARE WITH LITTLE TO NO EXPLANATION

SAWAMURA DAICHI - regular hot drip coffee, probs with a bit of ordinary cream/milk

SUGAWARA KOSHI - iced brown sugar oat milk latte with light ice

AZUMANE ASAHI - a bottle of apple juice but then he gets laughed at so he puts it back and orders a hot honey citrus tea

NISHINOYA YUU - grape frappuccino with extra whipped cream and pistachios on top

TANAKA RYUNOSUKE - bro gets a chocolate croissant and an iced water usually, but sometimes he'll get hot chocolate with extra whipped cream and a warmed cheese danish with strawberry jam on top on the side when he's in a good mood

KAGEYAMA TOBIO - blueberry milk tea latte with cheese foam and tapioca is his fav but sometimes he can't speak properly and just orders a cup of steamed milk

HINATA SHOYO - strawberry acai refresher with extra berries and one of those cheese and grapes and crackers boxes

TSUKISHIMA KEI - hot oolong tea with honey usually, but he'll also get the occasional twice-a-year java chip frappucino

YAMAGUCHI TADASHI - vanilla creme frappucino

KUROO TETSURO - hot black coffee

KAI NOBUYUKI - hot hazelnut soy milk latte

YAKU MORISUKE - peach green tea (switches if he wants iced or hot based on mood and weather) with 2/3rds of a sugar packet or half a pump of cane sugar

YAMAMOTO TAKETORA - prides himself in having never gotten an overpriced cafe drink

KOZUME KENMA -large strawberry creme frappuccino with extra extra whipped cream, extra strawberry syrup, extra freeze-dried strawberry powder, and an extra pump of simple syrup

FUKUNAGA SHOHEI -lemon tea (changes if he wants iced or hot based on his mood)

INUOKA SO - mango dragonfruit refresher with strawberry base, light ice, extra dragonfruit bits

HAIBA LEV -says"i'll take whatever your favorite drink is!" then records it, and doesnt give it to the worker and just keeps it (he never understood the vids where they would give it to the worker. hes just like bro why'd u order it if u werent gonna drink it)

SHIBAYAMA YUKI - strawberry frappucino with extra freeze-dried strawberry bits

OIKAWA TOORU - vanilla creme frappucino or iced sugar cookie latte in the winter (will scream at u if u call him a basic white girl)

MATSUKAWA ISSEI - homie goes to the convenience store across the street and gets some weird cheesey beef sandwich with relish on top and a giant slurpee

HANAMAKI TAKAHIRO - homie goes with matsukawa to get a nasty pork sandwich with mustard but then runs back to get an extra hot quadruple shot upside-down caramel macchiato with soy milk

IWAIZUMI HAJIME -hot soy latte

YAHABA SHIGERU - espresso con pana

WATARI SHINJI - iced peach green tea lemonade with no ice

KYOTANI KENTARO - gets nothing when with the group but comes back after to get a pinkity drinkity with cold foam

KINDAICHI YUTARO - pistachio frappucino with a shot of espresso

KUNIMI AKIRA - hot soy half-caff pistachio/hazelnut latte with caramel drizzle at 120 degrees

BOKUTO KOTARO - either a unicorn frappucino or a chocolate cold brew

AKAASHI KEIJI - a quad

KITA SHINSUKE - a hot americano

OJIRO ARAN - a hot matcha latte

AKAGI MICHINARI - iced matcha latte

MIYA ATSUMU - pink drink with extra berries and no ice

SUNA RINTARO - hot caramel macchiato

MIYA OSAMU - hot chai tea latte with pistachio foam and a warmed brownie

KOMORI MOTOYA - iced matcha latte with strawberry jam

SAKUSA KIYOOMI - a single shot of espresso

[fleurdelily]

— DIABOLIK LOVERS AS SONGS : marina edition

characters. shu, reiji, ayato, kanato, laito, subaru, yui

warnings. suggestive content, dark content

୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ ⊹ SHU SAKAMAKI

family jewels - marina

i can't break the cycle, am i just a fool ?

falling down like dominoes, hit by family jewels

pass it down from kid to kid, the chain will never end

less i decide to go to it, will i see the end ?

oh, don't you find it strange ?

only thing we share is one last name

Did i beat you at your own game ?

typical of me to put us all to shame

୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ ⊹ REIJI SAKAMAKI

are you satisfied ? - marina

it’s not my problem if you don't see what i see

and i do not give a damn if you don't believe

my problem, it's my problem

that i never am happy

it’s my problem, it's my problem

on how fast i will succeed

are you satisfied with an average life ?

do i need to lie to make my way in life ?

high achiever, don't you see ?

baby, nothing comes for free

they say i’m a control freak

driven by a greed to succeed

nobody can stop me

୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ ⊹ AYATO SAKAMAKI

oh no - marina

don’t do love, don't do friends

i’m only after success

don’t need a relationship

i’ll never soften my grip

one track mind, one track heart

if i fail, i'll fall apart

maybe it is all a test

cause, i feel like i’m the worst

so i always act like i’m the best

if you are not very careful

your possessions will possess you

tv taught me how to feel

now real life has no appeal

୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ ⊹ KANATO SAKAMAKI

obsessions - marina

sunday, wake up, give me a cigarette

last night's love affair is looking vulnerable in my bed

silk sheet, blue dawn

colgate, tongue warm

won't you quit your crying?

i can't sleep

one minute, i’m a little sweetheart

and next minute, you are an absolute creep

we’ve got obsessions

i want to wipe out all the sad ideas that come to me, when i am holding you

we've got obsessions

all you ever think about are sick ideas involving me, involving you

୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ ⊹ LAITO SAKAMAKI

teen idle - marina

i wanna be a bottle blonde

i don't know why but i feel conned

i wanna be an idle teen

i wish i hadn't been so clean

i wanna stay inside all day

i want the world to go away

i want blood, guts, and chocolate cake

i wanna be a real fake

feeling super, super, super suicidal

the wasted years, the wasted youth

the pretty lies, the ugly truth

and the day has come where i have died

only to find, i’ve come alive

i wanna be a virgin pure

a twenty-first century whore

i want back my virginity

so i can feel infinity

i wanna drink until i ache

i wanna make a big mistake

i want blood, guts, and angel cake

i’m gonna puke it anyway

i wish i wasn't such a narcissist

i wish i didn't really kiss

the mirror when i’m on my own

oh god, i’m gonna die alone

୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ ⊹ SUBARU SAKAMAKI

numb - marina

i can't breathe, and i can't smile,

this better be worth my while.

i feel numb most of the time,

the more I get the higher,

i’ll climb, and i will wonder why,

i got dark only,

to shine.

far gone families, far gone friends,

that's how it started, and how it ends,

i can't open up and cry, cause i've been saddened all my life.

୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ ⊹ YUI KOMORI

ancient dream in a modern land - marina

our ancestors had to fight to survive

just so we could have a chance of a life

ancient dreams in a modern land

i’m trying to get back as fast i can

back to a time before i had form

back to a time before i was born

you don't have to be like everybody else

you don't have to fit into the norm

you are not here to conform

i am here to take a look inside myself

recognize that i could be the eye, the eye of the storm

i am not my body, not my mind or my brain

not my thoughts or feelings, i am not my DNA

i am the observer, i’m a witness of life

i live in the space between the stars and the sky

[sapphirecatgirl]

So yeah 10 years of cosplay. I never thought I’d be in this position now. Tbh I thought I was going to be “cosfamous” at 19 or 20 but real life stepped in. Lol

So what do I do now? Answer: keep cosplaying! My goal is to eventually compete at New York comic Con or even find someone to work with and compete for World Cosplay Summit! But my skills in sewing need refinement, my wig styling skills need major improvement and finding someone to work with for WCS is a challenge on its own.

I want to thank everyone who has been supporting me and the cosplay community as this 10 years has gone by. Cosplay as a hobby and field are so much more known in the public eye today when it was more niche a decade ago. Hell even NYCC still had tickets available the week of the con in 2013. I’m always looking to learn and improve on my work and I’m excited for what the next years have in store!

2013 Elesa photo shot by @blackiechuu

Maria photo shot by @komori

Sapphire photo shot by@candiiphotography

Seraphine photo shot by @hickekriphotography

Elesa photo shot by @linsanphotography

Maetel photo shot by @ongstanleyque

Gijinka Umbreon pic shot by @adorables

[fallingdownhell]

Request Info!!

So, what follows is a little overview for the fandoms, characters and 'genres' i will write and which ones I won't write.

Also, I'll be adding a character limit. No more than 4 characters per request! If there's more in them, I'll pick out some of them to get to the mentioned number!

The fandoms:

- Genshin Impact

Honkai Star Rail

- Haikyuu

- Demon Slayer

- Vanitas no carte

The Characters:

Both NSFW and SFW:

Genshin Impact: Zhongli, Yoimiya, Yelan, Xiao, Wanderer, Tighnari, Aether, Thoma, Shenhe, Rosaria, Raiden, Ningguang, Nilou, Kazuha, Kaeya, Itto, Heizou, Gorou, Ganyu, Diluc, Dainsleif, Cyno, Childe, Beidou, Baizhu, Ayato, Albedo, Alhaitham, Dehya, Neuvillette; Wriothesley; Chlorinde; Navia; Lyney, Arlecchino

Honkai Star Rail: Gepard; Blade; Aventurine; Dr. Ratio; Gallagher; Argenti; Black Swan; Kafka; Dan Heng; Sunday; Boothill; Jing Yuan; Sampo; Acheron; Natasha

Haikyuu: Daichi, Sugawara, Asahi, Tsukishima, Kiyoko, Keishin Ukai, Saeko Tanaka, Kuroo, Kenma, Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Matsukawa, Hanamaki, Bokuto, Akaashi, Semi, Tendou, Terushima, Sakusa, Komori, Kita, Osamu, Atsumu, Suna, Aran

Demon Slayer: All the Hashiras (except Muichiro), Muzan, Akaza, Kokushibou, Douma

Vanitas: Vanitas, Noé, Jeanne, Dominique

Regarding NSFW Requests:

- I write both Top/Dom AND Bottom/Sub reader, but I do prefer to write for Top/Dom Reader, since I don't really see that too often around here

-Regarding NSFW works, I will either write in gender neutral/non binary terms or with female pronouns. No male reader, since I don't feel comfortable with that

- I also write for character x character ships (counting all of them would be too much for here, but I am a Multishipper, so I'm okay with most stuff so long as it's not something with a huge age gap or illegal)

- I am pretty much okay with most kinks (except for the very, very heavy stuff, like piss kink, scat, non con, rape, etc....)

ONLY SFW

Genshin Impact: Bennett, Chongyun, Collei, Faruzan, Fischl, Razor, Hutao, Jean, Kokomi, Kuki Shinobu, Layla, Nahida, Sucrose, Venti, Xiangling, Xingqui, Yanfei, Yunjin; Furina; Freminet; Lynette

Haikyuu: Nishinoya, Tanaka, Yamaguchi, Hinata, Kageyama, Yaku, Kyotani, Ushijima

Honkai Star Rail: Bronya; Seele; Himeko; Huohuo; Jingliu; Luocha; Ruan Mei; Silver Wolf; Topaz; Welt; Yanquing; Guinaifen; Luka; Serval; Yukong; Tingyun

Demon Slayer: Tanjirou, Zenitsu, Inosuke, Tamayo

Vanitas: nothing to be added right now

Some of these are just personal preferences for what I feel comfortable with. I ask of you that you please don't ask NSFW stuff for characters that I don't feel comfortable writing for.

If a certain character is not mentioned at all, than that just means that I DON'T write for them.

I DO feel comfortable writing heavier topics like self harm, depression, suicide, death and stuff like that, as long as it is not glorified or romanticised. Stuff like that should always be taken seriously, never be taken lightly, made fun of or be glorified. That is just wrong.

What I don't write, ever:

Obviously illegal stuff like Incest and rape, etc.

I won't write for children characters (i.e Klee, Diona,...), especially not explicit stuff. If anyone were to ask something like that off me, that person will be immediatly blocked.

Also, I won't write anything including pregnancy or stuff with kids, since I don't feel comfortable with these topics, at all.

Okay, I think that should be all for now. If I did forget anything or you still have questions, just ask away and I'll answer them as soon as I get to them.

With that being said, I wish you a pleasant rest of your day/night!<3

[soranihimawari]

Kiss Me before Sunrise

Pairing: Sakusa Kiyoomi x reader//platonic!komori x reader x sakusa

Rating: SKF [sakusa kiyoomi fluff]// [lunch] friends-> lovers// komori being a super sleuth

Word Count: 4.3 K

Warnings?: Itachimiya shenanigans, mentions of deprivation tanks, learning to appreciate the connections made; talks of crushes; dealing with schoolyard fans

his neutral face always is my favorite

Lunch breaks in the past were supposed to be just that: a break. You often enjoyed those moments to yourself, but alas, peace was not meant to last considering your deskmates this term with a rather rambunctious set of terrors. Why on earth did anyone think this was a good idea? You seemed to space out one day with your heads in the clouds until you were approached by the class representative with a rather intriguing question: “would you rather be stuck in rush hour traffic for an hour and a half or would you rather be stuck in a deprivation tank overnight?”

Apparently, the game had been gaining popularity and from what you have been told, the social circle surrounding your class rep had pushed them to ask you. You snap back to reality and weigh the pros and cons while you keep a very neutral expression on your face when you deliver your answer.

“Deprivation tank.”

Two words cause your class rep to look at you with a sullen expression. You just roll your eyes before drawing out a sigh; you clarify your answer via mentioning sometimes it’s good to be alone with your thoughts. Even if it’s overnight.

“The dark and I are very good friends, Shio-kun,” you speak with an air of sarcasm. 

“Scary,” you hear them mutter when they turn to leave your desk alone.

Three weeks pass and now, during another break, you find yourself standing in front of the drink vending machine. You pay no mind to the student conversations that melt into the background noise. There are clubs scattered here and there rehearsing for the upcoming festival. You insert your coins and make your selection. What you don’t see is the set of onyx-eyes observing you from a distance. You think it not worth making a mental note of when you lean down to pick up the canned coffee from the tray before walking away. 

Life falls back into a steady rhythm of exams and new course units; another lunch session is about to begin. This time, however, you are not alone at your desk–you are somewhat welcomed into the group your class rep is a part of. They are a little too loud for your liking, but when you keep to yourself, it must have been projected onto the outside that you were a lonely soul. Someone calls out to you and you turn your head to your right so you could face the person properly.

“Mind repeating what you said?” you ask.

“Yn, always spacing out,” they chuckle. 

Your lips that were once in a state of pressed line neutrality seem to tremble lightly before they naturally fall into a frown. 

“Then count me among the stars,” you whisper. It is cryptic, as one believes, yet you further explain it was something your grandparents had said to you since you were young. Just like a stream must join the mighty rivers, you too seemed to have been lured into opening up to this group of acquaintances.

“This is why I hate this place, there’s too much light; you can’t see the stars from here,” your voice cracks. “You can’t see the stars, but I know they’re there.”

You stand abruptly, apologize for the inconvenience of ruining the break period, as the conversation switches topics. You chose to reseal the cracks once the light shone through just a bit. Adolescence and the lessons it brings causes at least one member of the semi-circled group to give you a once over. That classmate sees a lot of you in someone else he knows, so before everyone departs to move back to their original assigned seats, he passes you a note with a series of numbers. He gives you a slight wave of his hand paired with a small smile. Thus this was how your impromptu friendship with one Motoya Komori begins. 

Surely over the years you’ve been seen coming and going out of his family home. You’ve been invited to study and at the behest of his family to stay for dinner. On one such occasion, you were formally introduced to his cousin, Sakusa Kiyoomi. For reasons beyond your comprehension at the time, you thought the elusive athlete at the time was seeking tutelage under your classmate. Who would have known it was the other way around? 

You learn despite their varied upbringings, you notice the passion they have when it involves volleyball. If you were being honest, it was fun to listen to their banter. Though you were all the same age, both boys found it amusing (just a little bit) that you were older than them both. You make a mention of starting schooling late since you were a winter’s babe when you were packing up your course materials; you helped clean up the study table in Motoya’s room a bit afterward. Excusing yourself for a moment, you leave the cousins to their own devices.

“...so, what do you think?” Motoya gives his cousin an encouraging nod.

“They’re nice,” Sakusa seems to not overthink his answer. His cousin gives him a sheepish grin.

“Sure you do.”

“What’s that supposed to mean Komori?”

“Nothing.”

You hear whispers about this supposed conversation, but you choose to not pry. Actually, you don’t get a true chance to pry because on the first week of midterm examination, you catch wind of one of your new friends being invited to the all-youth camp. It was the height of autumn break, but it truly was the talk of every grade level. Of course, once word spread about who it was, you were consistently bombarded with fans of Itachimiya’s Volleyball Club. Sometimes, Komori confesses to his cousin, he sees your desk in class filled to the brim with well-wishes and gifts. Often your strategy wavers between the following, yet amicable excuses: ‘I’ll pass these off to him when I see him next’ (you put the sweet smelling envelopes in the trash when you’re on classroom duty); ‘Oh? For Sakusa-san?… I’m sure he’s too busy preparing for the training camp. Yeah, no worries’ (a false smile and a polite nod usually has the hounds as you nicknamed these type of people in your head walk back to their respective classes hoping to even catch a glimpse of their affections); and this last one (it was truly Komori’s favorite), “Wouldn’t it be better if you were the ones to give these all to Sakusa himself? … In person? I’m not some courier pigeon.” 

The final bell rang, thankfully to your good conscience, and you begin to pack your belongings. You also figure it was a good time to clear the unnecessary clutter in your desk. Envelopes ranging from small paper origami stars to cute stationary start piling; roughly ten minutes pass and with practice having been canceled so the players could have a day of rest before conditioning training begun over the course of the extended weekend, you pay little attention to the two familiar footsteps headed your way.

“Yn?” Komori’s voice makes you pause for a moment. 

He picks up a few of the letters, reading the name on all the envelopes; he doesn’t deny the popularity of his cousin among the students, yet seeing you deal with this side of your amicable friendship was rather annoying. Every day, Komori understands the reasoning behind your answer of spending time in a deprivation tank, even if you meant that as a sarcastic answer, it was a plausible one. Maybe introducing you to his cousin who is also weary of too much human contact was a bad idea? Komori begins to backtrack a little bit, but alas when you catch on to his rather oddly quiet demeanor, you make a joke saying last time you checked Valentine’s Day isn’t for another three (or “was it four?”) months away. Komori’s delayed chuckle is heard shortly after you extend a greeting to him and the intended recipient of the letters some few short feet away. 

Now what does Sakusa think about this outcome? Well, for him, he is mystified as to why anyone in the student population would be so obsessed with him. He’s just trying to get by in his classes just to remain on the path of participating in team sport his cousin had him hooked on to. When they were younger, the two of them would often get into mischief only to be scolded later at their respective home. Eventually this led to a certain fineness in Sakusa’s formidable years. As the years went by, Sakusa began to withdraw into himself, thus making him present his pride of pristine cleanliness to his peers only to be branded a germaphobe to a degree. Certainly Komori doesn’t think that way and aside from keeping to himself, Sakusa lets his cousin talk him into joining an athletic club in early middle school to “make new friends.” Fast-forward to the present and here Sakusa is watching you exchange words with his cousin and he catches on that the envelopes are not confessions for you, nor are they for Komori. 

Those obscene envelopes of pink, white, and lime green were addressed to him. So now Sakusa Kiyoomi, at the age of seventeen, learns to deal with his first set of love confessions and or fanmail. If Sakusa was being honest with himself the whole thing from start to finish was a trifle annoyance. And yet, just like Komori said to him in private: “it’s quite easy to draw the outside hitter’s attention especially if it’s yn (i.e. you).” 

Does his cousin want to rat him out about his growing fondness over you? Of course. Will Sakusa Kiyoomi ever let that happen? Absolutely not. Somehow working with an agency of chaos must have been added to Komori’s lengthy list of accomplishments.

Walking home with the two athletes is nothing of the ordinary. Asking about how the team is fairing since you’ve come to terms with practices being held and whatnot. Komori, as you’ve known him to be, is quite talkative. He fills in the blanks while Sakusa speaks when necessary. You hum along when appropriate. Fifteen minutes later, you notice Komori’s phone light up several times, prompting him to open several messages from his sibling at home. He says a quick goodbye before mentioning he was tasked to cook dinner tonight at his mother’s request.

Preoccupying your mind with an upcoming sketch you wanted to complete before handing it in for a contest to the art department. Komori waves over his shoulder before breaking out into a steady jog, hoping the pair he leaves behind would come to their own senses, shedding a little of their sturdy and stoic selves to let enough light pass through the cracks. Slowly, out of the corner of his eye, Komori sees the growing potential, you raise an eyebrow as if to challenge his cousin’s peculiar actions; and when Komori continues walking, he is glad to have been the one to befriend you first..even if you think your time is well spent in a deprivation tank.

You nearly knocked into Sakusa when he blocked your path. You were perplexed by his abrupt turn on his heels, thus a startled, “huh!” manages to pass through your lips. When Sakusa takes a small step back, you tilt your head up a bit to ask if he’s feeling ok only for it to come out as an invitation to your house. You’re about to retract the invite until he nods. 

“The Sakusa Kiyoomi wants to come over to my house?”

Since when were you so shy? He wonders, but he just nods again, this time his heart beats a little out of rhythm. Is that what Komori warned him about two months ago? You cover your smile, hyper aware of how the tall statuesque classmate falls into a steady pattern with you. 

Reaching the doorstep to your childhood home of nine years, you intake a deep breath. Your keys are about to be placed inside the knob, and you turn to face Sakusa asking him silently if he does wish to not come in. He shoots down the idea when he stands next to you in front of the door. If you weren’t apprehensive before, you sure were now, but alas once the deadbolt has been turned and you push the door open, you hear one of your siblings’ old records play in the kitchen. Sakusa follows your lead when you enter your home. His eyes observe the entrance hallway: there’s a fishbowl painted in lilac atop an end table (it’s where your keys joins the rest); magnificently imperfect hues of burgundy line the walls dividing the painter’s designs with the inhabitants; on one such corner past the entrance corridor there are several markings on the corner caps displaying your height and age. Much to your amusement, Sakusa wipes his hands before tracing over the knicks in that specific part of the wall. 

“You can put your belongings in my room,” you say with a gentle tone. You reach out to place a hand on his shoulder. It’s an act he doesn’t mind when he turns to face you (though his comfortably built walls were always quaking when you were nearby).

 “C’mon, I’ll give you a tour after.”

Twenty minutes pass into the next hour and within that time frame, Sakusa learns of all the intricacies of your person outside of Itachimiya walls–you love epic poems as detailed on your overly stuffed bookshelves; there is as grid system you use for organizing your art supplies including one for your paper swatches; then there is, dare he say, a normal study desk complete with your laptop closed and charging on the dockett; all of this and more is a little overwhelming, but alas necessary in order for him to make a stunning thought:

“Komori’s right,” he mumbles. “I’m so fucked.”

And the Sakusa elicits a sound you personally haven’t heard before. Rather, you have yet to hear his laugh, you’ve certainly heard him scoff before, but laugh? Not in the cards as Komori would note.  Oh, but when Sakusa Kiyoomi laughs, you’ll know–it has him reveling in this saccharine melody. It is beautiful and mirthful and so full of life. You think he’s actually lost it when the face mask (his security blanket to the public eye) is taken off and he clutches it in his hand.

You’re amused by this, but alas finally hearing the chuckles he elicits, all for you. Selfishly, you keep this secret. His eyes crease into the crescents you rarely see and you, yourself, are taking a series of snapshots in your mind. You want to freeze this twilight sun in your room illuminating his figure; you’re staying decidedly still when his free hand grazes your arm, igniting a million to one fires in your impulsive heart. Shit, you were going to be in so much trouble. And it was all Komori’s fault because of course it was. How could neither of you see it the gods of fate only know, but alas like the saying goes, the truth is stranger than fiction. 

Milliseconds, that’s all it takes when the impulses take over and your lips meet. It was such a  quick, fleeting moment you might have had to pinch yourselves a bit. He still lingers above you equally as flustered as you, yet for whatever reason he can’t locate a reason to be angry at this development. Sakusa doesn’t back away, although he couldn’t explain why he’s so eager to kiss you again. Your breathing stutters and yes, your cheeks gain a rustic hue. Your fingertips trace intimate lines over the veins on his closed hand. The mask gains more wrinkles in the fabric when he readjusts his hold on it before letting it fall to your floor. You want to continue, will he let you?

“Humor me,” your lips ghost over his, still in a haze. 

Gods above, you sound so eager. 

“Gladly,” he muses. 

With his hands free of any debris, he makes a move to cradle your head in one swoop before sliding his right one past your ear to hold your neck firmly, raising your head altogether. This second kiss is just as intense as he is–you show him your tenacity of how well you’ve paid attention to how the lines blur. You chase the feeling, he drowns in this pool you carve into his soul; your lungs are on fire and the more you burn, the more he keeps you grounded. When you turn your head the other way mid-kiss, you warn him with a playful nip on the corner of his mouth. He pulls back, sinister canines on full display just for him when you see him mirror your expression. 

“That’s enough for now,” your voice is quite demure. 

Sakusa pecks the space between your brows, not letting you detach yourself from him just yet. 

“For someone who despises germs, are you sure you’re ok with this?” 

This is a loaded question, yet it yields the proper answer from him.

“With you here, I’ll always be ok,” is the last thing you hear prior to being granted leave from his embrace. 

You intend to uphold what he claims. In lieu of sounding pretentious, you instead lean forward against his chest, moving your arms around his toned middle. This was comfortable, being in this state post-kiss. Would you avoid asking each other about this whole enchantment? Perhaps. Is this a route want to join each other on? Sure. You wiggle free a minute later, noting how hope rides on this curvature of his lips. You can’t go back to being whatever label defined your companionship with Sakusa just as before, right? Touching your lips with your fingertips, you nearly trip when you sit down on your study chair. Sakusa internally panics and his own thoughts are filled with curses no one has heas before. Wrong, it seems you both have a few issues to get sorted, and one thing is sure: Komori is going to have to receive two interesting phone calls later.

“You’re my first,” why you blurt that out is beyond you. Sakusa takes this as a sign to sit on the edge of your bed. He leans forward much like a king would upon his throne, hands folded above to hide his face, back bent into a C shape; blush fiercely spreading across his features. Suddenly the air in the room teetered between spry innocence to a concoction of vengeful lust with one call of his name. 

Your voice warps the letters in a confident cadence of sound all the while whatever Sakusa’s pulmonary condition at rest suddenly elevates when he gridlocks eyes with you. You who makes the day just a little more bearable because there will be days when Komori isn’t there; you whose cynicism is just as beautiful as the sun during the mid-morning breaks; who as of three thirty-eight, threw out some letters from peers who just liked him that day versus learning and respecting the blunted edges of his personality, etc. He runs a hand through this curls when his typically menacing auras shift like rain clouds dissipating to let the sunshine is the basis for all those times and more he wants to experience with you. 

“If this is how you’re going to be after we kiss,” you are testing his patience at this point just by swiveling your chair to face him, bending your elbow to stay still on your desk and resting your cheek against a closed fist. 

“Then kiss me before sunrise,” his voice is just as deadly, waking up something in you which causes you to almost become deceased. 

Those beauty marks above his brow move with his expressions so often you wonder if he knows you’re reading his tells just as an efficiency test. 

“You can’t just say things like that!” whisper yelling is an inherited trait you got from your gran (according to your family unit). You really want to wipe the shit-eating grin off his perfect face, you really did. Subconsciously, both of you lean in further, more curious than before. Your eyes are closing just a smidge, giving him the opportunity to drop his faux guard around you wondering if this series of firsts will be shared with him as a highlight of the season; alas you lean back in your chair at the last possible moment much to his dismay. His face crumples in true Sakusa fashion right as he reaches to grip your armrests on your chair and jolt you forward with such momentum you let out a sharp breath. His coal eyes spark into life, a bit apprehensive of what he might have done wrong. He’s still learning, you check yourself. 

“Be patient (with me),” his voice volume barely above the steady run of the music downstairs. 

This turn, you see him start to retreat within himself, however things come to a grinding halt the second you maneuver your arms in order for your hands to graze by those two infernal marks. Sakusa closes his eyes, surrendering to the kindness you present; you guide him to rest his forehead against your shoulder instructing him to take it easy. For some reason, whenever he was told those words from family, they had an air of arrogance, yet with you, he finds those words permit a sense of serenity. 

“Look at me,” you say into his ear. 

When he does, your demure gaze is replaced with an impish sheen. You omit giving him a proper answer because your lips are preoccupied with pressing the promise of tomorrow on the corner of his mouth. Your lips are sweeter than any tea he’s had and the thought of keeping you by his side made his heart race; Sakusa feels more driven since you kissed him back, securing the answer to his confession with a final peck of his lips. You tell him to pick you up at your house before going to the youth camp. When he asked why, you simply state you want to go on a date with him before volleyball takes over. He kisses your cheek mentioning he would.

The sun sets, eventually Sakusa leaves your abode with a phone filled with unanswered texts from Komori and his siblings. Sakusa bluntly tells them all off except for Komori who just receives a cryptic, ‘i have a date.’

You, when you have your room to yourself again, you sit atop your bed texting an old friend of yours if she wants to go shopping tomorrow. The coursework can wait, this was a smidge more important. When your friend had asked why, you are quick to say you’re probably going to need more concealer.

Later that evening, your phone vibrates with Sakusa’s name on the text notification. Curious one you are, you open it to reveal a screenshot of your new contact name: the kanji for patience with a partly cloudy emoji (⛅️) is there. 

At the very least, you figured Kormori was right: Sakusa Kiyoomi is going to be the death of you. 

___________

Science Hall:CHEMISTRY LABS/3.5 MONTHS AGO

“And I’m telling you’re wrong,” you haughty cross your arms over your chest. 

“Why’s that?” Kormori stubbornly pushes. 

“Because there’s no way your cousin would do something that extreme.”

“Yn,” his countenance softens. 

You slump in your seat in the chemistry lab bit exasperated from the whole exchange which lead to here. You drop the stack of lab notes for your teacher to grade later, but Komori shakes his head. 

“Yn, listen,” he wrings his hands like he’s about to betray his fellow countryman. “Sakusa doesn’t just let anyone approach him, believe me. But lately, he’s been acting differently.”

You claim it’s because the tumultuous rumors are starting up again about the so-called prince of his year. 

“And you think it’s my fault? Komori,” you sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. “If Sakusa Kiyoomi, your cousin, and one third of our small, but mighty lunch trio’s in love with someone, he might have to do one of the many things that terrifies him.”

Komori’s eyes almost roll to the back of his head when you tap your lips with your fingertips. He lets out a ghastly, “oh no.”

“Mmhm.”

“That’s absurd.”

“Totally Komori… Komori Motoya, I swear to god if you find out before I do, don’t tell me. I’m sure Kiyoomi would want to navigate this on his own.”

Komori closes his eyes while deep in thought . Suddenly, he stands with a jolt of strict certainty: Of course! He packing his things all the while having this great epiphany moment by the invitation of his crowning grin. Before he leaves, he crushes you into a firm bear hug making sure to elaborate: “the absurd part is quite possible to achieve. Yn, you’re a genius. Now if only I knew who it is.”

“Get sleuthing,” you chuckle. 

Komori is too far gone in this development he accidentally stumbled into his answer. You organize the papers a little bit, turning into a small pile on the teacher’s desk. You keep yourself rather busy, wiping and cleaning some of the equipment that was safe to touch, even plugging in the hot plate attachment to brew yourself an instant cup of coffee in a graduated glass. You use a glass stirrer to mix the drink on occasion. 

Komori’s mental image of a cobwebbed lightbulb that was labeled ‘omi’s crush’ completely decides to burn on all its LED goodness when a highlight reel of memories of previous talks play. He has seen the way you two are around each other after the initial meeting—you respect the boundaries and if you cross the line, you amend your behavior just as Sakusa does;  Komori senses the sublime expression on each of your faces and though neither you nor Sakusa say much to begin with, you still circle each other. 

Now all Komori needs is plan to bring you up in candid conversation. The cousins talk about anything and everything, so from then on, Komori makes it his mini-mission to corner his cousin to confront his feelings. It was a good thing you were invited for a study session at Komori’s that weekend, huh?

[the-sky-is-my-home]

Endless list of things I love about post-ts haikyuu (various teams ver.)

Seijoh

iwaizumi's godzilla phone case

the whole seijoh team not giving a shit about their home country's national team or iwaizumi hajime (27) athletic trainer. oikawa is playing for argentina so they're cheering for argentina and that's that

funeral home employee mattsun

oikawa getting his banner at the olympics, the last one shown in the regular manga chapters, really makes it feel like this is HIS success story even if he lost during high school and was out of the story for so long because of it

I watched the original "petty pride" exchange when s2 came out. the amount of satisfaction I got from reading "What do you think of my petty pride now?" "I think it's fantastic." is unrivalled. it's one piece levels of delayed gratification good. I may love and be obsessed with other characters, but my heart will always be with oikawa tooru and rather than a win or a spot at nationals or whatever, this is what he deserves.

the last page of haikyuu canon we ever got featured oikawa being stupid and petty and cute and iwa bickering with him and it's like. what more could I ever ask for

Shiratorizawa

ushiwaka's relationship with kids. all of it

ushiwaka wanting his dad to watch his games being the reason he works so hard to get good, only to hear his dad being all excited and always watching any games he can it's just so sweet

shirabu still being so intense about ushiwaka all the time always

the shiratorizawa team still going to goshiki's to watch stuff together, just like they used his tablet and his dorm room back in the day. boy will never know peace

the documentary about chocolatier tendou with ushiwaka in it. look at them!!! they're best friends!!! I love them so much! and it's just perfect when tendou was the one assuming he'd be in ushiwaka's documentary

tendou's lil volleyball chocolate <3

Fukuroudani

bokuto's stupid chest receives. my boy hasn't changed at all lmao

that lil montage of hs age bokuto causing problems for his team

bokuto still doing a feint, the "special attack" he taught hinata ages ago

fukuroudani still supporting him so so much and calling him "our ace" just makes me emotional

akaashi interviewing bokuto and udai tenma just sitting there like "what in the fresh hell are these two talking about???"

someone (yaku) finally understanding and translating when bokuto makes some insane statement about what "normal" is wasn't necessary but I love it so so much you don't even know. my boy bokuto is understood and among his kind. he belongs. this is all I need in life

Others

hoshiumi asking hinata's height even tho he already knows

sakusa being on the same team as hinata AND atsumu AND bokuto. you know this man is getting roped into so many shenanigans against his will

sakusa meeting ushiwaka for the first time and being impressed not because of volleyball but because of his pocket handkerchief that he folds with the damp side in

also sakusa (presumably) choosing his (and komori's) high school based on a guy with a lint roller

hoshiumi seeing hinata as a rival but also more as an ally. short kings unite!!!

kanoka being the ace of japan's women's volleyball team and tanaka being so so supportive of her. like yeah that crush didn't work out for her but she's thriving and there's no resentment between them, she's not defined by romance. queen.

Nekoma

nekoma's "connect" flag being taken from the context of connecting in volleyball to connecting through volleyball is just. chef's kiss

kuroo's con man vibe even though he just genuinely loves volleyball and wants to spread that love to as many people as possible

yaku being the one who plays in russia when you could assume lev would, but no. yaku returns from russia and the first thing he does is make fun of model lev. it's perfect

kuroo in the special baiting everyone exactly with what they want like this man knows what kinda idiots he has at his disposal

yaku next to yoffe

also ending on nekoma's flag is perfect

[natriae]

“i’d rather have suna leak the worst photo he has of me”

Sakusa x reader

a/n: i had the idea and i need to get it out. I dont write so this is probably shit. I also haven’t proof read.

warnings: swearing, miyas being evil, skinny dipping

also tall y/n i guess, female y/n, described as European but doesn’t mean “white”

“who’d have thought we’d all be together like a big family,” atsumu said as he looked around the group. The large fire between us roared, lighting up my face. Komori let out a small giggle till suna voice rang through.

“atsumu shut the hell up” Suna and Osamu came hiking up the hill from the lake. The cabins far out of sight leaving us to do whatever shenanigans we-atsumu- pleased.

Osamu’s large stature came to sit down next to me, s’mores supplies in hand, and a grin that i will never get used too. Knowing the miya’s since middle school is a blessing and a curse. A blessing that Atsumu introduced me to Sakusa Kiyoomi, and obviously my best friend's ,miya Osamu, wonderful food. Although if i didn’t love them so much the cons might have outweighed the pros. Through them i met suna. Only god knows how many terrible photos he has of me. Both of them use me as their fake girlfriend leading to many many uncomfortable rumors back in highschool. And lastly, both of them know about my “crush”, is it still called that when you’re 23, on Kiyoomi, and as you can guess they tease me everyday about it. Immediately I was able to guess what Osamu was going to say the minute he sat down with that ruthless grin on his face. “aww you’re little Omi-Omi can stop starting at you,”

“Osamu shut up what if he hears you,” I responded through gritted teeth. Blush engulfed my face which thank god i could blame it on the fire. Trying the change the conversation i bugged Atsumu if he came up with any games. Both ex-inarizaki and ex-itachiyama teams were here to celebrate everyone’s progress as adults. How did Atsumu get everyone together? I’ll never know. Clearly not everyone was here, like Ren and Aran were to busy, and shockingly the only ones of the itchiyama team still in contact was Kiyoomi, Komori, and Iizuna.

“yes as a matter of fact i did, TRUTH OR DARE,” boos could be heard around the fire. I glanced at Kiyoomi to see what he was thinking, but his face stayed the same. He seemed zoned out looking at the fire. How can someone be that handsome after all these years. ‘that haircut really made him even sexier’ i thought. “welp to bad were playing.” Atsumu’s words cut me out of my very very lovely daydream. “okay so were going to go around the circle starting with komori then Iizuna, suna, osamu, y/n, and then omi-omi. I’ll go last,”

“no fucking way piss head. Why do you go last,” suna snapped back.

“ because i picked the game e-boy. The dares and truths you skip will be tallied up. The two losers have to go skinny dipping in the lake,” camping with a man i thought could end up being an arsonist( *cough cough*suna) and kiyoomi next to me you would’ve thought it would be harder for me to develop more anxiety. But nope once again Miya Atsumu found a way to test my limit. The man who knows every dark secret is leading truth or dare. Either way i played this it will end up with me embarrassing myself in front of kiyoomi. “okay tiny man truth or dare,” Atsumu started the game.

Several uncomfortable dares and unusual truths later we found ourselves with a weak fire, and two mischievous myias giggling to one another. During the game i had wimped out and skipped most of my turns, because i realized maybe skinny dipping in front of the guy i liked wouldn’t be as bad as telling him i liked him…in front of all our friends when he hasn’t said a single word tonight. Osamu at some point left my side to go whisper something to his brother, and the stayed there. I should have known how this would have end up, but nope i had to be hopeful. Atsumu started speaking in a ridiculous announcer voice letting us know who won, “with Suna not backing out of a challenge for 7 straight rounds he is the champion!!..and sadly our poor y/n’s 4 skips put her in 2nd to last place meaning she will have to jump into that her lake over there,” while pointing over to the lake a little too excitedly, “wwwwwiiiithhhhh our very own Sakusa kiyoomi who skipped every single one of his turns because he would not respond. Is that right Mr. Miya”

“you are correct Mr.Miya,” Osamu responded in the exact same annoying voice. “chop chop little ones we don’t have all night,” Sakusa looked at me with pleading eyes as he stood up from the ground. Although i was pretty tall for a female, standing at 5”10(177cm), sakusa with out a doubt stood over me like a giant… i’d be lying to say i didn’t love it. Especially living in japan. We slowly made our way to the small ragged dock that lead deeper into the lake.

“go on strip,” Atsumu suddenly appeared behind us with his thumbs up and the widest smile gracing his features. I turned my head and glared at him. ‘i’ll get back at you,’ i thought to myself. Atsumu had a crush on Aran’s cousin from America. Her beautiful curly hair that she often styled in box braids made Atsumu go feral. I have too many stories, but thats for another time. Right now i have to worry about getting naked in front of sakusa…and i guess the camerA SUNA HAD OUT.

“SUNA PUT THAT WAY-“

“sorry bestie,” Suna responded putting the camera way. Atsumu was now by his side with everyone else. When i turned back around i saw sakusa grasping his shirt not quite moving it up to take it off yet. He just stood there with it in his fist.

“are you okay sakusa? you know we don’t have to do this,” i told him to help easy his nerves.

“i’m fine just waiting for them to leave I know they’ll get bored of us just standing here,” and although that wasn’t completely a lie he’d told me he was right. With in moments the young men got bored, and quietly trailed back to their respected cabins. With in moments Kiyoomi had pulled his shirt off about to untie his athletic shorts to take them off. Whoa whoa whoa- I knew Kiyoomi was blunt. but i was not prepared for this.

“oh we’re actually doing this…okay,” i pushed out mainly to myself. I turned the other way now back to back with Kiyoomi and began stripping.

“it would be to awkward of we just stood here. Waiting for someone to start. As much as I didn’t want it to be me it seemed like it had to be,” I felt Kiyoomi walk closer to the edge of the dock about to jump in. I was to nervous to turn around because 1) he was naked and 2) I was now naked and what if he was looking at me… i mean i want him to but- ugh whatever it’s to much to be worrying about that. I jumped in quickly before my mind could run anymore laps. It seemed that Kiyoomi had already gone since when i came up I saw his head above the water looking at mine. “i’m sorry you had to do this,”

“Kiyoomi it’s okay i knew it was punishment. Plus at least i’m doing it with you,” why did i say that.

“yeah but I’m sure you're mad Osamu left you with me,”

“what why would i care if he left,”

“well i mean you’re dating. I feel like i’d be pissed if my girlfriend left me,Let alone naked, with another guy. Well i mean you guess have been together since highschool i’m sure he trusts you,” Kiyoomi rambled out not looking at me in the eye.

“ wait wait wait, first Osamu and I are not dating. I’d rather have Suna leak the worst photo he has of me then be caught dating a miya-Who told you that,” God he’s thought this since highschool. What how? Why? shit.

“oh… i just thought since you guys are so close,” he turned towards the vast lake the moon shone upon. “i remember seeing you guys at nationals. I mean I didn’t know you then, but i wanted too. You were always so close to him and called him ‘Samu , and I to this day have never heard of either one of you dating, so i just assumed. I'm sorry," Kiyoomi responded to my out burst. 'but i wanted too', 'but i wanted too' holy shit did i hear that right. Now i may be over dramatic or Osamu's words really are getting to be, but did Kiyoomi just admit that 16 year old him-super cute, quiet, pro volleyball player-want to know, 15 year old me, the annoying, European transfer student with braces, that definitely stood out in japan, BEFORE I KNEW HIM. okay maybe its just late, and i’m hearing things.

“Oh…well i’m not dating anyone, and Osamu has a crush on this customer- it’s a long story- but did you really want to get to know me back then,” ‘please say yes please’.

“yeah, I thought you we’re beautiful… not saying you aren’t anymore. You still are, even more beautiful- shit um,” he sighed and paused, “i’m just gonna be honest we’ve already gotten this far. I like you, and i have for years, and i was really jealous when i saw osamu whisper in your ear earlier,” he quietly chucked at that. ‘please do it again’ I thought.

“i don’t know what to say. I’ve liked you too. I don’t even know how long.” we smiled at each other. Excited to see what the future held for us.

idk how to end this im sorry

[blvckdress]

𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐤 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐀𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐀𝐔

Collab with @iheartkomori-deactivated2022072

u will be missed :,(

Eight actors are chosen for the corresponding roles and each season will be a new 'route' where the heroine, Yui Komori, chooses which boy will suck her blood.

Social media goes absolutely insane when a live action adaptation of the series is announced (cough cough booktok and book twitter) and the controversy of whether the books romantacize abuse re-emerge, creating more traction for the show.

People come up with all sorts of fancasts (with some insisting the actors have to be romanian) but are general depictions of how the characters look like in the books.

Anyways, fan opinion does have a little influence on the casting and the eight actors are revealed to the public.

Shu Sakamaki:

Everyone lived for his casting 

Like it was the same way people felt when ben barnes was casted for shadow and bone 

It was absolutely perfect 

He’s of greek descent and has been in a few indie films 

Nepo baby 

He was def in baby diaper commercials and a child model for a while 

Think bjorn andreson in that one movie 

His mom was a big 80s/90s actress and his dad is a popular screenwriter 

Style gives very much greek, mediterranean wealthy 

People constantly make tik toks of how he invented old money 

People also make edits with the audio ‘glimpse of us by joji’ with scenes of him and edgar/yuma 

He is super different from shu in real life but likes to call him a mood because he lies down, listens to music and vibes

Very much gives older brother energy with the rest of the sakamaki actors

His real life little brother gives very much iris apatow who’s a fashion icon and constantly feeds fans content 

Is a big shu x yuma shipper and constantly talks about how he would definitely be willing to explore that in interviews 

Is straight but def gives fruity vibes 

popular achilles fancast and knows it oop 

Gets the most set candids because he is such a natural 

Has a highlights on his instagram of him sleeping on set 

Him as shu is undeniably sexy and my guy has the most expressive eyes despite being a mostly chill character 

Ocean eyes from billie eilish automatically becomes associated with him

Reiji Sakamaki:

Bro

This guy absolutely slays at playing Reiji 

Lowkey unintentionally funny 

But for real though his screen presence is top notch and he carries such charisma

When it is shu’s season, he gives major second lead syndrome 

Out of the entire cast reiji’s actor is the most like his character minus the sadism and trauma 

He is also a nepo baby with his mom being a 90s supermodel, think Kate Moss or Vanesa Paradis 

Used to be in this one disney original movie as the snarky little brother and people didn’t realize it was him till it was brought up 

Extremely professional on set 

Like deadass 

He is always on time with 99 problems and green chai 

He is always seen reading the script

The paparazzi always takes pictures of him and no matter where he is, he is either annotating or skimming pages 

It becomes a tiktok trend to read a random script at random places for the aesthetic 

Dark academia king 

Wears light kohl that matches with his tim burton eyes 

Is not super close with his co stars or crew but occasionally has brunch with them individually and wishes them happy birthday along with getting them a gift 

In general he is a very private person 

Has a girlfriend who he loves with his entire being 

Keeps his relationship on the down low to avoid annoying paparazzi 

She is a lawyer and activist with a teenage son (single mom) who later becomes the product of edits and is widely used in the ‘i want my mommy , i want your mommy too’ audios used to refer to reiji 

Popular fancast for cardan greenbriar 

His girlfriend and yui’s actress are super close and yui is also super in love with her 

He jokingly says ‘team reiji’ during interviews but is very vocal about how the series and the relationships should not be romanticized

A little kid once comes up to the comic con panel and he nearly shits himself

Ayato Sakamaki:

Fans will not leave this man alone 

Especially when he is with yui’s actress 

Like there will be an interview where they look at each other and you will see people trying to analyze their body language and raving about how they are soulmates 

Is the funniest member in the cast and you never know if half the things he does are ironic

Bro will dress like a nike highlighter one day and the next day he will be dressed by tom ford himself 

Nike loves him 

When he was casted as ayato people were skeptical because while he was good looking, booktok and twitter are nit picky as hell 

But when they saw him in the ryotei uniform and red hair they gave him a massive apology because the man delivered 

A fan favorite for sure 

Has a bfa in acting which he received in florida state university

He has had credits in theater and television but this show was his big break 

Like it was destined for him 

He is also romanian 

Memes 

Memes everywhere 

Kanato Sakamaki: 

By far the most underrated and seasoned actor in the show amongst the younger cast 

Brings the horror and vibes to the max 

Posts pictures of the prosthetics in the show 

Casually eats sweets on set 

Has voiced jason todd in a batman movie and people were surprised at how well his voice can change 

Alas kanato requires a lot of tone changes 

His season is one of the scariest 

Like jumpscares come super naturally to him 

Yui’s actress is taller than him so they are the poster couple for  “tall girl x short boy” ships 

Is currently dating a costar from a previous project 

Lowkey a nepo baby 

His mom is a celebrity makeup artist oop 

There’s pictures where he randomly shows up in pictures with other celebrities and events he has no business being in

think alexa demie

naturally blond

Laito Sakamaki:

Best actor in the show

It is a generally prodigious cast but laito steals the show 

His season is one of the most controversial but critically well received 

Is nominated for an Emmy award for as lead actor in drama series 

Like ayato he also holds a bfa in acting from the carnegie mellon school of drama 

Is a newcomer to television but has been in off broadway shows and the broadway revival of “death of a salesman” 

Extremely versatile 

Is mixed (he gives me very mixed vibes in general im sorry) 

Is mom is french and his dad is afro-brazilian 

Acts fruity, is fruity 

Bisexual 

Him and Yui are best friends 

The epitome of sky by playboy carti ("she my best friend yeah we not a couple")

Think olivia rodrigo and conan gray 

#freelaitofromhisstylist goes viral because his fashion sense on the show is horrendous 

Debates on whether the fedora is necessary exist on twitter 

The green leopard print seals the deal 

Gives very much harry styles trying to fight gender norms but it ends up looking trash

When asked about how he gets into character he says that he plays laito “with a little bit of gayness” because that is the vibe he got when he read the books 

Like reiji he states very clearly how the show shouldn’t be romanticized and frequently calls out people dumb enough to believe the show does on twitter 

Very unapologetically might I add 

Does this with kanato and ayato on instagram lives since the three of them hang out together a lot

Subaru Sakamaki:

No one can do it like he does 

Bro embodies subaru to a T 

Him and ayato smoke weed and dance together in thier LA homes 

Is a london based actor 

One of those actors who had frequently played the younger versions of other characters 

Is wasian

finds subaru trying to act like a gangster the funniest thing ever and will always make fun of it during interviews

does the 'his eyes darkened' and 'he growled' like its in his blood

for readers that were never able to visualize it

here he is

Yui Komori:

this girl literally jumped out of the books

she looks exactly how one would picture yui looking in live action

everyone absolutely loves her and vows to protect her from all harm

acts fruity, IS A BIG FRUIT

is nominated for lead actress in a drama series

a huge huge book nerd

has talked about being a huge fan of the series and always posts little easter eggs in her insta posts to tease fans

the actress is Romanian

has a deeper voice in real life and carries a more snarky chill demeanor

her and ayato's actor lowkey have beef

but not the kind of beef one rlly takes seriously

mostly the kind where the rest of the cast and fans laugh at how idiotic it is

no one ever knows why they have beef

they just do

even ayato's actor who is an open book still to this day will not talk about why they occassionally give each other stank looks in interviews which fans make analysis videos of

that being said her chemistry with ayato on screen >>>