We're All Naughty Here | Diabolik Lovers x Reader

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"{y/n}? Why are you here?" He seemed drunk and dazed out from Wonderland, he smoked like you always saw him doing. The big blue bags underneath his red eyes worried you every time you visited, as they were getting bigger. "Can't you see I'm busy?"

"I'm sorry to interrupt you Kino—I mean—Mister Caterpillar, but do you know who to get there?" You pointed to the white tips of The White Castle in the distance, the tips glowing lighter as the night got darker.

"Now, how would I know?" He blew another hoop.

"Well—I would like to meet the The White King and the rest, you see."

"Why?"

"Agh—forget it... beside that, have you seen TweedleShin and TweedleCarla passing by, by any chance? I would like to speak with them."

"Why?"

You scoffed, this blue caterpillar was completely and utterly impossible!

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"Miss, oh please wake up."

"You must open your eyes!"

Low and elegantly strained voices ringed through your mysterious memory. Flashes of red and blue flared your vision with tints of white.

You snapped your eyes open, instantly shooting up from your lying down position on the floor and examined the two women that stood above you.

Their staring was intense and somewhat unsettling with you. You took a few scoots back from the females.

They were very sophisticated indeed. Stylish red victorian gowns, you've always wanted to own one yourself. But the very weird and unnatural appendage that would stick out to anybody was their chests. The overly revealing cleavage.

The breasts were unnaturally massive.

You took another scoot back, "who are you?"

Their eyes wide, "Who are we?" They looked to each other with puzzled features. "who are we..?" One said mockingly pointing to oneself.

After their obvious question they both bursted up in huge gasps of laughter. A loud and unattractive laughter that anyone would get annoyed of after hearing. Their mouths gaped open and pointed their long fake nails to your direction in a taunting manner. "You are too funny, child!"

The obnoxious giggling came too much. You furrowed your eyebrows, "I am not an object of ridicule," The tone you mustered became low.

"Hmm~ we have come to give you your dress," one said. It was then you noticed the red cami sheath dress that lied neatly on the bed behind you. You jumped to your feet and picked up the crimson silk, scanning it in your hands. It did not look that bad of a pick.

While staring at the red—you thought of the King. That King...

The two timing scumbag that shoved a paint brush between your lips and painting your walls red. Again, it was strange you did not feel any limits of shame nor regret. It was queer. But not ever would you say you hated it.