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This is a fic/headcanon/meta/whatever else blog for Diabolik Lovers, run by an eleven-year (and counting!) member of the fandom who remains thoroughly captivated by these terrible, terrible boys.

Though most of you have been here long enough to already know me; I'm Liz, I'm 26, and I've been a reader-insert writer here on tumblr for about ten years now. I like angst, xenobiology, Aus, reader-inserts with dubious morals, pathetic men, rotten women, and putting characters through the worst suffering I can come up with!

I write for a lot of other things. @invertedphantasmagoria is my main, while @arrancxr, @phantasmiafxndom, @senjuushi, and @kxizoku-ou are more of my notable fandom blogs. Due to mental health incidents and generally being a bit distractable, updates to any individual project/blog of mine tend to be sporadic. If I'm quiet for a while, I'm not dead, I promise, and I'll be back to write soon enough!

Lastly— consider this an open disclaimer that my writing frequently includes a wide variety of mature, dark, and disturbing topics. #Lemon is my general nsfw/smut tag, and I try to tag warn for common triggers as well, so please blacklist as needed.

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Suzuki

Her underwear is plain. Boring. All drab gray fabric and unflattering cuts. She peels off her shirt first, exposing a shapeless sports bra so tight that it's digging angry red lines into her skin.

"Trying to hide your tits, are we?" you tease, delighting in how Suzuki's face heats up with a furious flush.

"Sh-Shut up, asshole—!" she snaps, but still obeys. Too scared of what you'll do if she doesn't— perhaps strip her down to nothing anyway, and shove her out into the hallway to be found.

She wiggles her tight black jeans down her hips next, revealing the loose little shorts that show absolutely no appealing curves. You roll your eyes. "Maybe I need to start getting you better lingerie. Your taste in this stuff is terrible."

You cut off her sputtering reply by grabbing her chest through the bra.

"Oh, quit your whining," you scold. There's hardly even anything here." You pinch one tender nipple beneath the fabric, smirking as she yelps and jerks. Poor thing. It must be awfully tender.

And of course, her face is getting so delightfully red. Poor thing just can't handle being teased— too bad.

Kanako

Kanako peels off her dress inch by inch, sniffling all the while. Her wide, doll-like eyes are fixed on you in a vicious glare, shining huge and wet with sticky tears.

"I h-hate you..." she's mumbling, over and over under her breath, but you're far more distracted by other things...

The poofy layers of her clothes were apparently hiding soft, pillowy curves, more than her scrawny body would imply. Her chest sits heavy behind a frilly, pastel bra, the exposed upper edge jiggling like pudding as she viciously wrestles out of her sleeves.

Of course, you can't help but have a squeeze.

Kanako screeches when you roughly paw at her still-clothed breasts. She tries to shove you away, but vampiric strength means she doesn't get far. "Disgusting—! Unhand me, you brute—!!"

You cover her mouth with your palm, none too gently. "Shush. Get that skirt the rest of the way off, or I'll make you regret it."

Her sobs bubble up all over again, but she obeys. You give her chest a few more none-too-gentle squeezes, delighting in the faint, birdlike flutter of her heart beneath your palms.

Kyouko

Underneath her tight, black top, Kyouko's bra is a bright hot pink. Thin and strappy, more decoration than support when it has so little flesh to frame. She pouts at you as she peels the shirt out of the way, cutesy unhappiness concealing something darker.

"Isn't this enough?" she whines. "C'mon, you're already getting a VIP view. Can't we call it good?"

You run your palms up her pale, tiny waist. Her skin shivers under your touch, all concealed, nervous energy that she's surely hoping you won't see. "Nope. Keep going. Everything off."

Reluctantly, she wiggles her shorts down past her ass, exposing a tight little thong in a matching shade of vivid pink. It frames her skinny rear so nicely, you can't help but take a squeeze— and delight in the squeaky little yelp the sudden touch earns.

"Cute. Maybe I should get some pictures..." you muse.

Kyouko's eyes go wide with horror. "Don't you dare! Come on, I'm being good. I did exactly what you said. You can touch me all you want, okay? J-Just, no pictures, please?"

Poor thing. You almost feel sorry for her. Even so, she flinches when your palm wanders up to her chest to cop a rougher squeeze.

Ayako

"Go on. All of it," you order. Ayako pulls a face like she'd rather stick her own hand onto a hot stove burner.

Still, she obeys, perhaps for fear of what will happen if she doesn't. She untucks her pretty white uniform shirt, and slowly shimmies her skirt's waistband past her hips, face screwed up in a nasty little glare all the while.

Her panties are black, fairly plain, with a little bow in the center and thin, lacy trim. She pauses there, hesitating with her shirt.

"Hurry up, or I can take you to the living room and strip you there instead," you remind her, and get a snappish fuck you in response.

When she shrugs off her unbuttoned shirt, you realize why.

"No way, is that thing padded?" you laugh, standing up to grope roughly at the obviously too-stiff bra. "You've been pretending like you have tits, holy shit! That's so pathetic!"

Instead of a most-to-least list of everyone (too many characters, not enough nuance), I'll pick a couple of interesting reactions~ :3c

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Azuka — Whatever fear pushes her to that point registers more so as exhilarating than something to resist. She's so detached from the concept of shame that she doesn't quite think to react to the mess in a normal way. However you're planning to hurt her, her focus is entirely on that. Aren't you happy that you forced her body to react?

Laiko — Tries so hard to make it a sex thing, both to cover up her embarrassment and in an attempt to defuse whatever terrifying situation led to that response, in the first place. The rapidly cooling wetness on her thighs feels the farthest thing from desirable, but she'll do anything to avoid having to admit how scared she really is.

Suzuki — The sharp, painful contrast between the strength she normally relies on and the sheer crushing terror that led to the mess soaking through her jeans is agony. Not only is the shame of it all absolutely killing her, she feels dirtier than ever, both inside and out. She's humiliated and (for once) scared past the point of lashing out.

Same request of the girls humping their pillow but now with the Mukami babes and the Tsukinami babes 🙏

The first part can be found here~

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Ritsuki

She has to be awfully desperate to break down to that point, and if so, she's hoping to get the whole ordeal over with as quickly as possible. That focus must be the reason why she doesn't notice your knock on her door until it's too late— until you've already caught her flushed and squirming, grinding roughly on the pillow between her thighs. You'll pay for walking in on her, but for now, just get out—!

Kyouko

She falls asleep wrapped around a pillow and scrolling on her phone, and only stirs back to the waking world after her dreams have wandered to new, lewd places, and you're lightly nudging her shoulder to shake her awake. She tries to play off the whole incident and act like nothing ever happened, but even her excellent acting skills can't hide how flustered she is that you caught her in the act.

Yuuna

She's tired and horny, and just wants to get off without having to make a fuss about it. So what if you keep slipping into her mind as she grinds against the squishy fabric— it doesn't mean anything. Still, Yuuna's face is on fire when you catch her. She all but shoves you out of the room, slamming the door behind you... and yet, despite the embarrassment, she still just wants to finish.

Azuka

She's half asleep, her mind is wandering, and it just so happens to end up dwelling on some especially lewd fantasies about you. She doesn't quite realize what she's doing until her hips are already moving, aimlessly rubbing against the pillow because her arousal-melted brain didn't think to shove a hand down her panties instead. It feels so good, she's not inclined to stop even if you walk in...

Karla

If she resorts to something like that, it's because she's either truly desperate or not thinking clearly. A mindless moment of exhaustion after a sick day left her exhausted and dazed, perhaps. She's halfway to sleep and not thinking about what you just saw when you first walk in to check on her— the hazy memory of it only catches up with her later, and along with it, the horrible, crushing shame.

Shion

Their approximate physical ages are the same as canon. Their actual ages... there could be a couple of answers.

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More doll pics, just for you:

Going with the regression Au for this one~

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I thought about this one for a while, and I don't think the best answer I have is exactly what you're aiming for. >.> If we're talking about what is the most genuinely humiliating thing you can do to the Diaboys, I believe the answer is more or less the same across the lot of them—

Expose any longing for tenderness, any of those old childhood wounds and wantings, any softness or desire to be loved that's still left in their wretched, trauma-broken little souls, and mock them for wanting it. :) How silly, how pathetic, that there would still be any part of their cold, dead hearts that aches to be treasured and wanted. How weak, that they haven't killed off the last shreds of longing quite yet.

Uhhhhh... well, this happened today. No idea where the motivation came from, but I'm certainly not complaining. >3>

….I can see it. XD

Hmmm… I’d say that Cordelia is definitely still dead (Reiji and matricide work out in any universe…), Beatrix is likely alive (unless some external factor took her out), and Christa could go either way (the triplets are awfully attached to her in this setting, but with their general level of instability, you never know).

Shizuka

It’s all too easy to push Shizuka’s baggy sweatshirt up out of the way. She hasn’t bothered with a bra (again), so her tits spill free obscenely, sagging to each side.

“Seriously? It’s like you want me to play with you,” you tease, groping the tender flesh against your palms.

Shizuka hisses through her teeth and arches into it. “Not my fault you’re a pervert,” she bites back, even though you can tell she’s struggling not to moan.

“Such a smart mouth on you. Don’t you know talking back will only get you in trouble?”

You pinch a plump nipple cruelly between your forefinger and thumb in punishment, and watch her body jerk, reflexively trying to escape the sensation. It’s hard to tell if the ragged little gasp that escapes her is from pleasure or pain.

By the time you let go, she’s panting. Flicking your thumb over the reddened, abused little bud makes her hips jerk.

No matter how much she complains, at least her body is always honest…

Kira

The high, whiny noise that Kira makes when you flick a nail over her nipple is cute. Somewhere between desperately aroused and still uselessly trying to hide it.

“Hold still, silly girl. I can’t be gentle with you if you’re squirming around,” you scold, pinching lightly at her chest in warning.

“You try holding still,” Kira snaps back. “It’s not my fault. You’re the one m-messing with me!”

“Too bad.” You flick her nipple again, just roughly enough to make her flinch and squeal.

Seated in your lap with her back to your chest, there’s no room for Kira to wriggle away. She always gets fidgety when you touch her like this, flinching at every little touch like that would somehow save her from the barrage of teasing that drives her nearly to tears.

Her moans get higher, nearly breaking off, when you switch to rubbing rough circles around the hard little buds. Biting her lip does pathetically little to contain them.

Poor thing. Her tits get all red and puffy when you play with them for this long. She must be unbearably sensitive… oh well.

Karla

The warm, solid weight of her chest sags across your palms. Despite the impressive mass, the skin is porcelain-pale and terribly tender, so soft and smooth it feels like any too-rough handling would leave darkened bruises behind.

“You’re surprisingly fragile, hm?” you tease, as Karla grits her teeth.

Poor thing, trying so hard not to let you see her react. Clinging to her dignity desperately, even when she’s so totally at your mercy.

You stroke lightly over the thin, tender skin, soft back-and-forth motions that must be a horrible tease. Her nipples have hardened into stiff little peaks, practically begging for your touch.

“What’s wrong? Do you want something~?” you ask, even though the answer is obvious

Karla merely bites down harder on her lip, stifling any pathetic noises that threaten to escape.

Suzuki likes the rose garden, you’ve noticed. She wanders out there alone whenever she gets the chance, hiding alone with her thoughts in the maze of thorn bushes where no one will reach her.

This time, though, you followed.

When you suddenly appear behind her, Suzuki flinches. Her shoulders go tense, her fists clench, and she eyes the nearby bushes like she’s debating making a run for it.

Unbothered by her fear, you pluck a single, half-bloomed rose between your fingertips.

“These suit you, you know,” you tell her.

“The hell is that supposed to mean?”

“Soft. Pretty. Surprisingly delicate, despite the prickly exterior.” As you get a little closer, you can see the crimson flush rising faintly on her cheekbones, dusted along the tips of her ears.

Suzuki rolls her eyes. “Are you blind? There’s nothing delicate about me. Sappy shit like heat won’t get you any—“

Her words cut off as you tuck the rose between a few locks of fluffy white hair, soft as bunny fur against your fingertips. “There you go. It looks good on you.”

(I would like to say since you give off mom vibes you could add some comforting words but a hug seems like it would stir a funny enough reaction)

Can you also add the ones you would want to hug as a new bride?

More self-insert stuff, yayyyy~ Once again, these are completely un-serious. XD Assuming I would not die for trying, etc, the scores should indicate well enough who I'd want to hug.

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Shuu — 6/10: Tolerates it? He’s not participating in this hug, but at least he’s not actively doing anything to ruin the moment. Might refuse to let me leave afterward (nap timeee).

Reiji — 7/10: Objectively mid as an experience, but his reaction makes up for it somewhat. The tense, stiff, trying so hard to be disgusted with this and not enjoy it part is awfully cute…

Ayato — 4/10: Tries to squirm away. Makes unpleasant comments about my boobs. Might try to bite me just to be spiteful.

Kanato 7/10: He’s tiny and VERY clingy. The cuteness is somewhat spoiled by the fingerprint bruises his grip is going to leave behind, however. Might try to bite me out of sheer possessiveness. Also might launch into a tantrum.

Laito — 3/10: I give it 5 seconds before he turns a hug into sexual harassment. :/

Subaru — 5/10: It’s cute af while it lasts (that blushy, flustered, panicky expression…), but quickly devolves into shouting, swearing, and attempts to punch something to feel tough again.

Kino — 6/10: Initially resistant to the idea of being hugged (and fights it like a stiffarming cat), but gets weirdly clingy if he doesn’t immediately escape. Tries to lean into the “Ugh, fine, if you INSIST 🙄” attitude to spare his dignity.

Ruki — 4/10: Hates It. Will not let me properly hug him because that involves my hands going near his back. Escapes the situation as quickly as possible because ew, vulnerability.

Kou — 6/10: Good while it lasts! But who knows what he'll demand in return afterwards...

Yuuma — 2/10: Too big. Too tall. Hard to hug unless he cooperates enough to bend down for it, which is mildly irritating. Probably squeezes back too roughly. :(

Azusa —10/10: Best boy for hugging! Narrow and kind of sharp, but melts into hugs so sweetly. Very appreciative of the affection, might be unsteady on his feet afterward (got too relaxed).

Carla — 9/10: Whatever the objective downsides may be, the sheer satisfaction of giving this emotionally constipated dumbass a hug makes him a winner. Probably hasn't been hugged in uhhh... a while, and is thus all stiff and awkward about it. Cute...

Rules: make a poll with 10 of your favourite shows (they can just be 10 shows you loved watching or your top tv shows of all time) then tag 10 people

Watch me try not to have every one of these be anime...