#sadist brain grabbed the controller

[whump-queen]

The aspec whump thing is so real cause when ppl are like “are you into bdsm?” I’m like yes but if there was no sex. At all. And I feel like every here understands!

YES—like, that’s really it.

i just wanna beat the shit out of a pretty boy and then make him clean my fucking house.

[nanaslutt]

Self love is the best love

cont: sukuna sucks himself off, masturbation, nipple play, trueform!Sukuna

note: anon who requested this, I love ur brain this is filth

MDNI

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Sukuna didn't always have the energy to fuck some concubine and treat them roughly, sometimes he needed to get himself off slow and lazily, but the king of curses couldn't just expose that side of himself to some other being, which is where his unique body comes in handy.

When Sukuna had first discovered this special talent of his, he had been eating a dish Uraume had cooked for him. A slab of meat slid off his plate and landed square on his crotch. Without a second thought, the king opened the mouth on his stomach and used his tongue to scoop up the discarded food. Only at that moment, when the tongue licked up the food on his lap, the wet and warm appendage slid over his clothed crotch in the process, nearly making him choke on his food from the unexpected touch.

When Sukuna was alone that night, he decided to recreate his little accident, this time with the intent of touching his cock on purpose. Untying the night robe his impressive body was adorned in, he let the cloth fall to the side of him, exposing his already hard cock, poking through the thin material of his underwear. 

Sukuna stared at his cock, watching it twitch as he slid one of his four arms down his body and pulled the fabric down his legs, making his hard cock spring up and land on his tummy. Sukuna hadn't paid it much attention before, but the length of his cock actually reached past his stomach mouth. 

Hesitantly and ever so slowly, both unusually uncharacteristic movements of the king, he opened the mouth on his abdomen and let his tongue fall out, cradling the underside of his cock. Sukuna felt things in his second mouth a little differently. He could taste the same, which would prove unfortunate in a situation like this, but he didn't feel as much with this mouth. It felt dull, numbed almost, meaning when he licked his cock, although he was in control, it almost felt like someone else was doing it for him.

He winced at the bitter taste of his own cum when his excited cock spurt out a bead of pre, dripping onto his tongue. Relaxing into the bed, Sukuna spread his legs apart and flexed his arms behind his head, cradling it. The other two lay idly on his torso, crossed over his body. 

Once he registered the feeling of his hot tongue on his cock, he poked it out more, licking a fat stripe up the underside of his length before toying with the tip. The king groaned softly, he was already getting used to this. Ignoring the bitter taste of his skin and arousal, he decided to push forward. Scooting his legs up on the bed, he placed his feet firmly against the mattress, angling his cock perfectly against his second mouth.

Legs spread wide, he slowly thrust his cock upwards, as if he were fucking someone. At the same time, he stuck his tongue completely out, letting his cock rub against it, not closing his lips around it just yet. At this new angle, Sukuna was able to slide his cock deeper in his mouth, his entire cock down to his balls reaching inside the mouth.

Sukuna arched his back against the sheets briefly, situating himself more comfortably in his bed. The thin red canopy that surrounded his bed did little to conceal his filthy acts. If someone were to walk in right now, they would see everything through a red tint. Not like Sukuna would let them live after witnessing him in a state like this. 

Biting his bottom lip between his teeth, Sukuna thrust his hips upward in his mouth before he finally closed the lips, engulfing his cock. He groaned, slightly registering the feeling of a cock in his mouth, but the sensation was too dull to be unpleasant. Uncrossing his arms from over his torso, Sukuna reached down with one hand to grab his balls, massaging them in his large hand as he thrust his cock in his mouth.

If Sukuna wasn't such a sadist and didn't love and crave the feeling of his concubines squirming and crying underneath him as he fucked them till their breaking point, he would be completely satisfied with getting himself off like this for the rest of his time alive. He cursed himself for not trying this sooner. 

His breathing started picking up as he lazily thrust his cock in and out of his mouth, his length getting completely engulfed by his second pair of lips. Each time his fat tip hit the back of his soft tongue when he thrust his hips inside, his eyes fluttered in his sockets, threatening to roll back in his head. It was so warm and so wet. He swirled his tongue around his cock in a circular motion, making it feel like someone was jerking him off and sucking his cock a the same time, it was heavenly. 

His sharp nails grazed the skin of his taint as he massaged his balls, squeezing a little tighter whenever he felt a particularly delicious sensation. His other hand had been toying with his nipples, flitting back and forth between the two. He flicked his nipple up and down, making his abdomen clench with his arousal each time he did so. Pinching them made him groan out loud, but it also made his cock leak, meaning he had to taste the cum dripping from his head. A necessary sacrifice.

Sukuna snarled, his jaw flexing under the weight of his teeth as he bit down hard, suppressing a loud groan that wanted to slip through. Sukuna was getting more and more worked up the longer he sucked his cock, taking his shaft in deep. A hand behind his head left its position and started tweaking with his other nipple, making sure both had attention at all times, his fourth hand still cradling the back of his head.

His eyes had long been shut now as he pleasured himself, focusing on how warm his tongue felt around his cock. Sukuna felt his orgasm creep up on him faster now. Truthfully he had felt himself get closer to orgasm when he started giving both his nipples attention. Sukuna was quite sensitive up there, and he was even more so when he got himself off because of how neglected they had been.

Sukuna didn't let his prey anywhere near his chest, not wanting to expose such a weakness to someone far inferior to him. The wait was always worth it though, his chest never failing to bring him close to orgasm each time he jerked himself off, this time being no different. 

Sukuna's groans were now falling from his lips more freely, his hips losing their already sloppy rhythm as he fucked his mouth, just on the verge of orgasm. Sukuna made a last-minute decision, begrudgingly from his body's wish, and pulled his cock out from between his lips. Grabbing it with his fourth hand, he started jerking himself off furiously, making sure to keep his stomach mouth shut.

As much as Sukuna would love to suck himself off to completion and cum inside something, he couldn't fathom eating his own cum, so this would have to do. His jaw fell open as he massaged his balls, his hand stuttering over his cock before stilling as he reached his orgasm. "Ohhhhh- fuuuuck" Sukuna grit through his teeth, his lips pursing around them as the first hot rope of his cum shot out of his dick, landing on his abdomen. 

He pinched his nipples harder, tweaking them as he came hard. His body spasmed and his body jerked inward on itself as his orgasm wracked through his body, shot after shot of his cum spilling on his hot chest, cradled in the dimples and ridges of his chest and abs. His hands gripped his balls harshly as he continued milking himself, cum coating his hand as the ropes got weaker, spilling over his fingers.

Sukuna shook his cock back and forth, tapping it against his abdomen as he ensured each and every last drop of his seed was freed from his balls. Sukuna's breathing started to even out, his hand leaving his cock to rest on his thigh. His other hands left his now sore nipples, one resting on his forehead, the other cradling behind his head once more, his fourth hand staying gripped around his balls as he basked in the aftershocks.

Even though Sukuna had come down from his high, he could sense no shame for what he had just done, he was only relaxed and impressed. The king was looking forward to putting this new trick of his to good use in the future after experiencing an orgasm like that. 

[mechaknight-98]

Full Circle (NSFW) Ft MiChaeng

Authors note: inspired by the picture…you know the one. @smutoperator your turn

Two weeks before your relationship anniversary and Chaeyoung's birthday you ask her what she wants,

“Hmm I want a threesome with you and Somi,” she says plainly. You blink multiple times. You, Somi, and Chaeyoung have hung out loads of times. Somi was cool that you liked her but this was a massive and intense step for your relationship. He’ll it caused you your last one. You gulped trying to figure out how to respond.

“Huh,” you ask.

“You heard me. I want a threesome. I want my two favorite people to take care of me all day. I want to be pampered and fucked all day and all night,” Chaeyoung said her voice oozing the sexy confidence you fell for. She knew you were going to say yes, despite your reservations because she knew you. You were invested and to you, that transcended your past feelings about them. Knowing this you were momentarily put at ease about it.

“Okay, Tiger. I trust you.” You relent and Chaeyoung’s eyes grow wide with joy.

“You won’t regret this?” Chaeyoung assures you that she knew your sordid history with threesomes. As the day nears your dread increases. flashes of your old relationship begin to haunt you as each day nears. Chaeyoung notices of course and reassures you when she can but also gives you decent space to parse and constructively deal with your feelings, and music. Now you didn’t possess her level of talent but you had become quite practiced and skilled in a few instruments she helped you learn.

“What if she leaves you for Somi? What if Somi seduces you? What if a meteor strikes you down before the appointed time,” your mind raced as you tried to find a solution or an out to this circumstances. Yet whenever you broach the subject you just see Chaeyoung’s eyes go so wide with joy anytime she mentions the “experience”.

The week before is stressful as she left you sexually ravenous and frustrated. A far cry from the sexual satisfaction you mutually enjoyed. She had forbidden you from touching yourself or touching her but she would touch you and make a great show of masturbating in front of you with reckless lewd abandon. This torture lasted seven nights. On the day before her birthday while you were getting ready for work you asked “Hey Chae why all the edging,” Chaeyoung smiled

“I want you feral so that you destroy my pussy. I want you so feral you fuck Somi and my brains out. I want you feral that all you can think about is using us for your pleasure,” Chaeyoung said with a lustful tone. This led to the most diabolical edging sessions she’s ever done to you. Before work, she grabbed your cock and began to stroke you as she said all of the things she wanted done to Somi and her. You stand helpless in her grip, like putty in arms hoping she releases some of the tension, and just like that she stops. She kisses your cheek and says, “See you later Rocky please get home safely,” She did just enough to rile you up but nothing to satisfy you. You grind your teeth. You could and should demolish her right now for what she did but no. It was her birthday and as a good boyfriend obeyed, but damn could she see it in your eyes. Her eyes seemed to egg you on then her mouth followed,

“Oh has it gotten to you,” she says, “you better go or you’ll be late for work,” she said with a sadistic smile.

The night before you had to avoid Tiger. for fear of losing control as her touch was enough to drive you mad at this point. You stayed out on something you don't do trying to take your mind off things. You went to the bar where you met Chaeyoung. You order a straight whiskey hoping the alcohol will ease your nerves. it doesn't. you sit alone until a familiar voice talks to you

"Hey stranger," You turn to see a smiling Somi. You wave,

"What brings you out Mr Workholic?" Somi playfully teases

"Oh you know just wanted a drink ya know," you lie. Somi sees right through it and replies

"Chae told me she's been subjecting you to torture in preparation for her birthday bash of us three," Somi smiles. You nod

"I just need a break. for a couple of hours at least. She's got me on edge. I almost called in just so I could fuck that smirk off her face," You reveal

"Yeah, Chae told me that you had reached your limit, but if it's any consolation she has also told me that she has also reached her limit not being able to fuck her "favorite cock and balls" like you did something to her. I have never seen her so down bad for a guy before," Somi teases

"I'm glad. She's so smart and talented and I just want to watch her succeed," You elaborate.

"I know now come on. it's time we give the birthday girl everything she has been wanting," Somi says.

you groan get up and head to your place.

you open the door and Somi and you are run over by the overwhelming scent of Arousal and lust in the air. both of you hear moaning and echoing but no sign of Chaeyoung.

"Oh babe Somi texted me she's on her way. Please fuck me before she gets here. I haven't been able to cum all week. I need your cock," Chaeyoung moans. At that point everything Chaeyoung has been doing to you. A light in your brain turns green that hasn't been green since your first night with Chaeyoung. without a word and in a flash you strip and your body moves on its own with a hunger you didn't know you had.

"Wow," Somi says seeing you move like a demon to her. you find her fucking herself with a toy desperately trying to cum but can't.

you spread her already open legs and line up your erect cock with her moist cavern. the two of you lock eyes as images flash through both of your minds about what you would do to the other.

When you plunge in she's tighter than the first time you tasted her.

"Ahhh," Chaeyoung moans. Normally you'd ask if she was okay but you are too far gone at this point. you rear back and slam into her with a violent intensity. Chaeyoung moans turn into screams. Thank God the two of you soundproofed your little love nest because otherwise the two of you would have woken the neighbors.

You thrust in and out of Chae as she is reduced to a blubbering mess.

"Fuck Tiger keep moaning for me. I am going to murder this cat," You groan as you thrust into her. out of the corner of your eye, you see Somi sneak to your girlfriend's side, and before Chaeyoung can moan Somi shoves her sizable bust in Chaeyoung’s haeyoung's face

"Suck on my fat tits Chae. I know you want to," Her friends say lewdly. the scene only serves as fuel for your already considerable fire. You keep thrusting in and out of Chaeyoung and watch as she sucks on her friend's tits. You smile at the lewd scene only one thing is missing. Nearing your release you pull out of Chaeyoung who whimpers pathetically before you cum over the ladies’ bodies. Ropes upon ropes of white semen paint both of them as you watch with perverse pleasure. Chaeyoung and Somi moan in pleasure. They begin to make out and lick your cum off of their bodies. You’re still hard though and you start to stroke your cock.

“Where do you want it, Tiger,” you ask

“Fuck Somi stuff her with that fat cock,” Chaeyoung moans as she breaks from the kiss switching Somi and her position.

“Yes please fuck me with that fat cock,” Somi agrees. Chaeyoung moans as she breaks from the kiss switching Somi and her position.

“Yes please fuck me with that fat cock,” Somi agrees. You watch as Somi spreads her legs while Chaeyoung sucks on her tits. Without a thought, you plunge into Somi who moans. While you fuck Somi you yank Chaeyoung up to you and kiss her. You force your tongue down her throat as she gives in the pleasure.

“You like how I fuck your best friend,” you ask as you pump in and out of Somi. Chaeyoung breathlessly nods as you plunge into her friend

“You want my cock to mark her womb as mine like yours?” You ask and Chaeyoung nods aggressively. You turn to Somi and grab her right tit and begin to knead it.

“What will it be Somi? You also wanna be my slut?” Somi screams yes in response

“Fuck me with that fat cock. make cum,” she screams as her wet cavern sloshes around. Where Chaeyoung is Tight and wet Somi is wet and slippery. Her pussy almost pushes you out with each thrust as you go in and out of her. It’s pleasant though but not as much as Chaeyoung’s tight snatch. Speaking of Chaeyoung you move your hand to her left breast and massage hers with your left hand while massaging Somi’s with your right hand. Somi’s pussy seems to open up before she cums. Squirt comes out forcefully pushing you out of her cavern. Not wanting to stop you pick Chaeyoung up and put her into a full Nelson before plunging into her. Chaeyoung moans as she watches Somi keep cumming, she laughs, before saying,

“I think you broke her babe,” she says as she watches Somi unable to stop herself from cumming. You watch concerned for a moment until Chaeyoung pulls you into another kiss.

“Cum in me babe,” she says when you break it “fill me.” She whimpers. Her soft look sends you hurdling to your orgasm as you finally cum in your girlfriend. Chaeyoung also has her first orgasm of the night as the two of you continue to fuck each other through each other’s orgasms. After calming down the two of you fall next to Somi. Chaeyoung passes out in between the two of you. You’re still hard though and try to fight your urges. The three of you had been fucking for three hours. It was 3 am and you knew Chaeyoung needed a little rest she was such a tiny thing after all but your body demanded one more release. You trace Chaeyoung's back tattoo hoping to calm yourself down but your mind races with more ideas more ways to fuck her and have Somi watch. Unable to control yourself you lift Chaeyoung’s leg and plunge into her. Chaeyoung jolts awake in shock Somi smiles

“I told you Chae that you were playing a dangerous game,” she says as she’s watched Chaeyoung’s mind melt. You marvel at Chaeyoung she moans for you and you thrust faster. It was then that you realized you were fucking her ass. Somi watches before she starts touching herself as Chaeyoung's tight ass constricts around your cock. You tightly grip Chaeyoung’s wrists as you plunge into her tight hole.

“Oh fuck tiger I can’t stop,” you moan. Chaeyoung moans her brain overloaded from pleasure as she tries to talk you down but both of you are past the point of no return as you both cum again. Somi watches in glee, and for the first time that week you feel back to your normal self. You finally relax and go to sleep.

[thedevilspearl]

awkward moments during sex — younger bros

a/n: a continuation of funny and awkward moments that happen during sex with the brothers, but this time with the younger brothers (older brothers here).

tags: 2.5k words. female reader x satan (edging, orgasm control), asmodeus (no warnings), beelzebub (manhandling, breeding kink, mating press, minor injury) + belphegor (mild somnophillia). minors do not interact!

𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐍

your fingers slip nimbly through his blonde hair, gliding through the strands as if they’re made of the finest of silks. satan leaves an entourage of nips and bruises along your neckline, each of them planted with more desperation than the last.

his hips roll against yours; not fast enough, and not slow enough. and yet, he seems to find the perfect combination of pace and rhythm which drives you crazy.

it keeps you in limbo, with hope on one side and despair on the other. a purgatory of sorts.

he loves to torment you like this; his teething grin tells you that. and with his head buried in the nook of your shoulder, he peeps up only to appreciate the overwrought look on your face. your brows furrow in such a way that he doesn’t know if you’re about to cry, or if you’re about to cum.

you suppose that’s why he loves it so much — satan has always been fond of a good mystery, always wanting to discover what comes next in earnest. he’s enthusiastic to say the least.

his rutting hips grow a little more fervent, earning a most dulcet moan from your lips. he captures it in his own, swallowing it whole and locking it away deep in the ravenous hollows of his body. you fill him up in ways he never expected, and he can’t get enough of you.

“satan,” you whimper, evoking a sadistic smirk on his face. “please…”

“please what, my dear?”

the endearment in his voice alone is enough to make your guts feel like they’re being rearranged — though, his cock is doing a perfectly fine job of that already.

“i wanna cum!”

every one of your senses tosses you back and forth over a very thin line. one second, you’re free to fall into a sea of bliss, ready to be washed away by the intensity of the orgasms he brings upon your body. and the next, you’re tied up in the confines of satan’s control. he decides when you finish, not the other way around.

the nerves in your body are working overtime, analysing each second and anticipating whether or not he will give you what you so desperately desire. your brain is moments away from turning numb from the overload of feelings, both physical and emotional.

so much that the creaks of satan’s old, wooden bed go unregistered.

he thrusts harder, faster with the promise that he’ll soon be done with you, and you can finally succumb to the ecstasy you’ve been reaching for.

“satan!” you squeal, locking your trembling legs around his hips. “i’m close!”

“me too, baby,” he grunts with each rut and grabs your cheeks, making sure of the eye contact between you. “we’re almost there.”

he makes a point of driving his cock to the hilt of your pussy, and his strength passes straight through your body into the foundations of his bed. all it takes is one more thrust to break apart the timbers of the worn out wood.

the mattress beneath you softens your land as the bed collapses, but the impact from satan’s body falling on top off you knocks the air out of your lungs. his limbs dig into you and you groan.

“shit,” he mutters, and his hands fly to your face, inspecting your pained expression. “are you okay?”

“not really,” satan rises with you, arms delicately holding your frame until you’re sat upright on the wreck of what was once his bed. “are you?”

“yes,” he chuckles, leaning his head against you before planting a kiss on your cheek. “because the sex was literally bed–breaking. and no, because lucifer is going to have a lot to say about this.”

𝐀𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐔𝐒

asmo has tonnes of attention and he loves to give it away freely, just as much as he loves to receive it. you’re special, though. he makes a point of that every time your insecurities begin niggle away at you.

whenever he feels you drawing away, he’ll pull you closer than ever before, never letting you out of his sight. with all the fame and love, most people tend to forget how lonely a person can become. and that’s why he chose you.

you took that loneliness from deep inside and destroyed it in the palm of your hand. you filled all the void parts of his body and soul with your existence alone; no one thinks about the demons a demon can have, and all it took was one smile from you to scare them all away.

you helped him in more ways than one, so he never wants you to feel alone or inferior — you’ll always be his number one despite his fans and fame and ego.

he must say, though, he is quite proud of how far you’ve come. asmo had immediately picked up on those small traits of yours, the ones that signal you spiralling into the pool of your greatest fears. the nervous fidgeting whenever he spoke to other demons at school, the daylight dazing out when you find yourself lost in thoughts, and the sudden silence when he’s livestreaming to his fans, like right now.

asmo was fully prepared to pepper you with praises and kisses as soon as he finished — he’s more than willing to give you attention. but the fact is, you stole it already, along with his breath.

he freezes for a second before licking his lips and glancing back and forth between your teasing and his screen. he mumbles and stutters whilst trying to hide his growing erection from his fans. meanwhile, you sway your hips seductively behind the camera, slipping the silk gown from your shoulders to reveal your naked body.

“today was really fun, my darlings,” he waves and blows a kiss to the screen immediately. “i’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

he taps his screen rapidly before jumping on you, grabbing your ass and lifting you. your lips intertwine in seconds and he drops you onto the mattress with out breaking contact.

“someone’s feeling bold,” he teases between kisses. “i like it.”

“mmh, i figured i should be more forward with my needs,” you say with a daring smile. “i think it seems to be working, don’t you?”

“oh, it’s working,” asmo expertly removes his clothing, and occupies himself in the meantime by kissing up and down your body, burning patterns into your skin until he meets your lips again.

“asmo… hurry.” you whine and he heeds your words, aligning himself with your soaked entrance.

“i love you, my darling,” he feeds you one last kiss before pushing in, and the two of you groan in unison. “i love you so much.”

“i love you too, asmo.”

you gasp loudly as his cock stretches your walls, and your clench around his length as if he was made perfectly for you to take. you’re seconds away from screaming his name when—

knock, knock, knock.

you freeze and the knocking is followed by lucifer’s commanding voice.

“asmodeus, you might want to end your livestream before continuing with your… activities.”

“what?!”

scrambling, you gather the blanket against your chest, tucking your legs underneath to hide your nude body. this can’t be happening…

“oh, my,” asmo tuts. “it looks like i pressed the wrong button.”

he makes his way back to his ddd set up on his desk, dragging a blanket to cover himself from the hips down. you expect him to turn it off immediately, but instead he starts reading the flying comments that you’re too embarrassed to even think about.

“hhm, everyone seems to be enjoying it,” he looks to you with a seductively intriguing glint in his eyes. “what do you say, honey? why don’t we give them a show?”

𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐙𝐄𝐁𝐔𝐁

“oh my goodness, beel!”

juices flow from your pussy and his mouth finally parts with it after bringing you to your umpteenth orgasm. your mind is foggy from the highs and beel rises, hands roaming your body and placing you exactly how he sees fit.

the back of your knees rest against his arms and his hands sneak under your body, locking you in place. he has you folded in half, literally. his feet are planted flat in the mattress and his immense weight pushes you down further.

you haven’t fucked in this position before, but you have a feeling beel is going to destroy your needy cunt. you take a liking to this inner beast controlling him right now; he must be so hungry…

his lips are coated with your essence, the one that works like a spell, entrancing him in such a state that he can only think about how much he needs you.

this is going to be good.

the tip of his enormous cock prods at your entrance and eagerly pushes in. hissing from his girth stretching you out, you wonder if it’s possible that you’ll ever get used to beel splitting you open on his cock.

“ngh,” you groan gutturally, unable to form a decipherable sentence. “s–so big!”

“i’m gonna fill you up, baby,” he growls and pushes in deeper. “gonna fill you with my cum.”

he slams into you, and an unbridled yelp escapes you before he raises his hips, only to slam them back down again. each of his thrusts rattle the entire bedframe and you’re afraid the brother next door might storm in with noise complaints.

a cacophony of sinful sounds fill the room — beel’s animalistic growls, your wanton moans, the obscenely lewd noises coming from your bodies, and of course, the shaking of everything around you.

he’s fucking you so hard it might cause an earthquake.

the mattress bounces along with both of your bodies, fucking like animals in heat. his cock drags in and out of your pussy and you’re losing count of all the orgasms he’s forcing you to endure. you’re extremely sensitive from him eating you out for hours and you don’t know how long it will take for beel to feel some sort of satiation.

being both starved and gluttonous is a dangerous combination, and this version of beel is a prime example of that. he pushes your thighs down further, allowing himself to explore deeper and you feel another orgasm creeping on you.

and it’s only a matter of time before beel finishes too, and he’s going to fill you to the brim with his cum before using it to fuck you some more, pushing his seed deep inside you. you can’t wait for the day he finally breeds you.

“fuck, beel!” you screech, not caring how ridiculously desperate you sound. “come on, stuff me full with your cum! want you to knock me up!”

“gonna fill you up,” he grunts with every thrust. “i’ll fill you with my—”

“aah, i’m so tired… wait, what’s going on here?”

before you can look in the direction of the door, beel literally flips you over and flings your body to the side, unknowingly using his full strength which causes you to collide into the wall.

“what the fuck?!” you yelps, tears brimming your eyes from the impact.

did he just throw you across the room?

but you have no time to yell at him because belphegor is standing in the doorway with his eyes locked onto your naked body. your hands fly to hide your private parts, but you are stark naked and daring not to move.

meanwhile, beel sits nonchalantly on his bed, covering his crotch with the sheets. “nothing. nothing is going on.”

belphie doesn’t seem convinced, which doesn’t come as a surprise and he slowly backs out, closing the door behind him.

not a second after he leaves, you throw the dirtiest, most disgusted look of betrayal at beel. “every man for himself, huh?”

“i’m so sorry, mc,” he glooms. “i panicked.”

“panicked? you threw me across the room!”

𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐑

“belphie,” you whisper, shaking the shoulders of his sleeping form. “belphie, wake up.”

a grumble sounds from his limp frame, and you roll your eyes, shaking him harder.

“belphie, please wake up,” and with a sigh, you add, “i’m horny.”

again, nothing.

chewing on your lips in thought, your hands mindlessly graze over your body — your breasts, squeezing them with a gasp; your hips, grabbing them exactly where belphie loves; and your thighs, digging into your flesh with desperation.

you don’t realise your pitiful actions, nor the broken moan that escapes you until belphie rolls onto his other side, his back now facing you.

a pout forms on your lips and you grab him again, shaking him with all your might. but your frustration passes right through his sleeping form.

“belphegor, wake up right now! i need you!”

“keep it down…”

giving up, you flop onto the mattress beside him, unable to remove your eyes from his peaceful face. as unsatisfactory as his response is, your body still needs to be put at ease. and you can’t do that without some form of relief.

before you know it, your fingers slip below the line of your underwear and a shaky breath escapes you. you make work of yourself, thrusting your fingers in and out while imagining belphie’s cock driving hard into your pussy.

what you would give for him to open his eyes and plant his fingertips into the softness of your hips, holding you in place beneath his sweating body as he slams into you, his cock making its mark all along your walls.

“fuck…” you whimper, with a hint of his name among your quiet moans as you cum.

belphie has yet to move an inch, completely ignorant to you and your orgasm. so much for quality time. with your eyelids drooping, you allow yourself to sink into the sheets and pillows, carefully snuggling into belphie’s body as to not wake him.

an hour passes, or maybe two, possibly more and belphegor finally stirs. he yawns with little energy and rolls onto his back, but his arm stays wrapped around you, tucking you into his chest. all it takes is one look for that swirling sensation in his stomach to come alive.

he looks down at his crotch and sees that the problem goes further than so–called butterflies; his hardened cock stretches the material of his pants. morning wood has never been so persistent since you came along.

every remnant of sleep is gone in an instant and he’s on top of you, lips pressed against your neck and hands sneaking up your shirt, squeezing your hips on their way to your tits.

“hah…” small gasps and moans escape him as his hips jut against you. “what are you doing to me?”

he hates that innocent look on your face, so oblivious to the effect you have on him and to what he is doing to you. but that innocence is also what turns him on. god, he could just devour you whole like the sick demon he is and you wouldn’t know a thing because you’re far to busy dreaming something sweet.

it’s almost like he can smell it, the dream. or, a more logical explanation would be the sweetness between your legs. your glistening slit has him drooling when he pulls your panties away and he soon makes work of freeing his aching cock from his own clothes.

“mc,” he whispers against you with a kiss. “wake up, i’m horny.”

your eyes open slightly, and as soon as you register his hot, naked body above you, you roll over to the side with a huff.

“not now, belphie. i’m tired.”

well, he supposes this is what he deserves. it’s a taste of his own medicine, after all.

[rubra-wav]

That hc you made a while back about mirror sex with Vox has not left my brain. Can we get some top Vox fucking into reader in front of a mirror?

The Person In The Mirror : Vox x reader smut

A/N Any Naethen Apollo fans here? 🫡

Wav writing domtop Vox twice in a row 🤨 Likelier than you'd think (Next req is domtop Vox as well actually lmao)

Cw: NSFW/18+, gn!reader, mirror sex obv, domtop Vox/bottom reader, humiliation/degradation, light pain play, sadism

- There is not much that Vox would enjoy more than the filthiest mirror sex on the planet with his partner where he's in control.

- Vox's go-to position for mirror sex where he's top would undeniably be something where he could see everything.

- He'd be fucking into you while you're in his lap, facing you towards the mirror with both of his claws gripping hard into your thighs and spreading them wide open so he could see his dick pumping in and out of you again and again.

- You'd be second fiddle for being watched because it would just be this asshole watching himself more than you through everything, or at least most of it.

- Vox's eyes would be fixated on himself as if mesmerised.

- Dominating you roughly would drive him absolutely crazy on a normal day, but actually getting to watch himself as he does it does things to him.

- Just being some random sex friend or one night stand doing this would absolutely suck because the chances you actually get off in that situation are pretty low.

- He would be entirely self-focused and would be fucking you with absolute abandon as he chases his own release, rutting and panting as he stares into his own eyes with a drooling grin.

- If you are his S/O and he actually cares to look to you during it, he would focus on trying to get you there too however.

- As his S/O, I hope you're ready to receive an utterly dizzying mixture of possessive degradation and praise in that position.

- He'd take one hand off of your thigh, revealing brusies and indents from where his claws have been kissing your skin roughly, to scrape over your scalp before grabbing your hair hard to pull your head back and growl into your ear.

- Calling you his, telling you how filthy you are for taking him like this, praising you for how good you feel around him. Calling you his doll and meaning it.

- Whatever pulls humiliated whines from you, he would be saying it.

- He would be making you kiss him open-mouthed and messily, wrapping his tongue around yours as he urges your own to do the same with no form of shame at all.

- He'd force you to look ahead at yourself in the mirror while you came, telling you what a beautiful fucked out mess you were for him, running his tongue up your neck as he feels you clench down onto him with even more pleasurable tightness then you had been throughout.

- When he orgasms inside of you, he'd keep you in that same position for bit just so he can watch his come slowly drip out of you and onto the sheets below with a breathy laugh.

- Afterwards, you would be cared for, but you'll be feeling the aftermath of it that's for damn sure.

- He would love to see you struggling to walk properly afterwards too.

- He'd likely treat you like you're annoying for 'making him help you', but he would be going wild internally about it. He'd like to act like you're so dependant and needy for him that you're unable to be without him.

Him being the sadistic cunt he is 💀

Bro even if he was significantly changed for the better this situation would bring the absolute worst out of him imo.

Feeding the bottoms omfg

Masterlist

[r3n0-5]

I think I need a pet, I mean, another human who feels comfortable acting like a pet, like I do, I used to have one and it was so much fun, just the fact that they liked being collared for my satisfaction was enough to turn me on, controlling everything they did, obviously with consent, and supervising the execution of it to determine if they deserved a treat, if they deserved appreciation, they were craving love to the point they wanted to display their whole to me, for what? Some head pats? Hell yeah, there’s nothing better than validation and attention and they know it, even when I may seem as a complete degenerate sadist, which I am, I also am thoughtful, respectful, love to take care of my pets, give them the right amount of love to make them feel satisfied for a while, but I make sure to not give it all at once, so they’re desperate to get more later, just like the needy bitches they are, love teasing them, overstimulating them, making their little puppy brain rot ‘til they can’t think about anything else but my cock, how much you want it pup? You have to show me, tell me how much you’re obsessed with me, ‘cause I also need some validation from you, we’re a team after all, there’s no pup without an owner, right? So roll over the floor and show me your tummy, let me give you some toys to play with to feed myself with the image of you being a good boy before I tear you apart, tell me how you like it, rough or soft, I can do it the way you prefer, also let me test your limits, how much of my love can you take? I want to bite you, mark you as my property so no one would steal such a pretty thing from me, grab you by the hair to make your butt come close to me, for me to turn you into a whiny fucktoy, and then, after you cum, I can lay on the bed with you giving you cuddles and tell you how good of a puppy you were, you need some water? Take my spit, it can count as a reward too, right? But like, for real, if you need water you can tell me, or just nod your head when I ask you, it's fine, I could tell you bed stories, you can tell me the infinite number of kinks you have, or let me know about your weirdest fantasies, so we can try to make them true the next day, is whatever you want, in exchange of what I need from you, I love every pup on earth, they deserve to be taken care of, there’s bad owners too, maybe they are still healing from things they don’t wanna talk about, bad experiences with other human beings, friends or family, everyone has their own problems in their heads, that’s why I always try to take care of my pets and ask what they like a dislike and make sure I know their boundaries, their limits even before starting sexual intercourse, they need to feel safe, would you treat a dog bad? You wouldn’t, if they feel comfortable enough, eventually they will be good boys, and spread their legs for you, and be ready to be bred, without using a single finger in them, ‘cause they trust you, they trust me, and want me, as much as I want them.

Yes, I do need a pet.

[highdefhoetry]

cw: nsfw!! female reader x nanami, gentle femdom, male submission, marking, collar & leash, light pet play, objectification, edging, forced oral, subspace, possessiveness

sub!nanami, who’s so very, very tired. he’s always picking up extra shifts and working overtime, rarely taking breaks or vacations despite all of the PTO he’s accumulated, and it’s running him ragged. he’s sick of being in charge, having so many people rely on him, always having to be the responsible one. he comes home every night completely exhausted, slipping off his shoes and loosening his tie before collapsing on the couch with a heavy sigh. he finds comfort in your arms as they wrap around his shoulders, and groans in relief when your hands rub his tense shoulders. he relaxes under your touch, slowly forgetting the stresses of the day.

sub!nanami, who submits to you willingly without a fight. the moment you speak to him in that tone, ordering him to fall to his knees, he does so without protest or complaint. he gazes up at you with his weary brown eyes, waiting patiently for your next command. whatever it is, he will obey you without question. he lets out a gasp when you grab a fistful of his blonde hair and pull his face in between your hips. you’ve trained him well; he immediately starts eating you out, moaning softly as he tastes you. you reward him by running your fingers through his silky hair and shoving his face further into your mound as your own moans grow louder and louder. he gives the best head. 

sub!nanami, who makes the prettiest sounds when you run your hands over his body. he whimpers when you trail your fingers up and down his chest, yelps when you rake your nails down his back, grunts when you finally take his cock in hand and tease the tip with soft circles and gentle flicks. he’s not allowed to cum, not yet, but god it’s hard holding back when you’re tormenting him like this. you relish the sight of his face turning red, his eyes squeezing shut, the way he’s biting his lip so hard it almost bleeds. you watch with sadistic pleasure as his cock throbs and pulsates. he starts thrusting his hips forward, begging quietly for release. you take his shaft in hand and tell him to speak up. you love it when he begs.

sub!nanami, who doesn’t mind when you mark him up a bit. he cries out when you leave small bite marks and hickies on his neck, whimpers when you run your tongue across his ear. he’s much more sensitive than he lets on, and you know each and every one of his errogenous spots. he may hide the damning marks behind stiff white collars while he’s on the job, but in private he smiles as he counts the red and purple bruises on his pale skin. he’s happy to be claimed by you.

sub!nanami, who wears his collar proudly, the one you two picked out together, the one that tells the world that he’s your property. he lets you lead him around on a chain leash, smiles shyly when you call him your “toy” or your “dog”, blushes when you praise him for his obedience. he loves when you're possessive. he will be whatever you want him to be. 

sub!nanami, whose mind goes blank after being edged for hours. his eyes are vacant as if he’s lost in a dream. his voice is distant and airy. he gets so deep into subspace that you often have to shut down the scene and gently guide him back to reality. the vision of him in such a state makes you fall in love with him even more. you’re happy to bring him here, to help him turn off his brain for a while, to provide a safe space for him to relinquish control and succumb to his desires. 

sub!nanami, who feels safe with you, enough to let his guard down and share his vulnerable side. something that very few people bear witness to.

sub!nanami, who melts every time you call him a “good boy” and kiss his forehead.

sub!nanami, who belongs to you and you alone.

[sacredslovr]

𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝

→ in which you peg gojo as a gift for his birthday and christmas, and for good fortune for next year. ᡣ𐭩

→ gojo satoru x reader

→ WARNINGS: extremely nsfw.

→ a/n: happy new year!

Satoru could barely keep his eyes open as your strap nudged against his prostate for the nth time this night.

When you promised him a gift, he didn’t expect this. Well actually, he doesn’t remember what he expected—but he isn’t complaining.

“Satoru,” you cooed—practically purring as you laid your body on top of his, pressing kisses on the back of his neck as he choked out a moan from the new position.

You stifle a laugh as drool trails down from the corners of his slightly open mouth. You innocently pull yourself closer to his face, your sadistic smile growing as your fake dick presses against his prostate causing your dear boyfriend’ eyes to roll to the back of his head.

“My love,” you coo again, “How are you feeling?”

Satoru forces himself to gain some self control—forces his body to obediently look at you, and tears nearly fill his eyes when his brain fails to keep up with him; too fucked out of his mind to be able to see you clearly.

He opens his mouth a little wider, he wants to answer you, wants to tell you that you feel good, but all that leaves his mouth is a pathetic moan; another load of his cum leaves his body.

You press kisses over his nape, caressing his toned back as his body starts to shake and the arms holding him, and you, up suddenly go limp.

Strongest sorcerer, huh?

A laugh escapes you as his head hits his pillow with his face turned to you despite his eyes being unfocused. “Did that feel good?”

He stupidly nods, beginning to push back against the strap still inside his ass.

You tsk, feigning annoyance, “Wait. You’re drooling baby. Here, suck on this so you’ll stop.”

It was a lie, you knew it, Satoru if his still had his wits about him would’ve known it too. Yet, he still opens his mouth when your middle and ring finger tap on his lips—a grateful moan leaves his mouth as he eagerly begins to suck; your hips begin to move in a steady pace in unison with the thrusts of your fingers.

Your other hand trailed up to his neck, your fingers dancing around his neck and collarbone before wrapping around the base of his neck—the pace of your fingers and thrusts slightly quickening.

Satoru arches his back as your tempo quickens, he chases your fingers as you try to pull them out of his mouth—both his hands grabbing onto your wrist. When you don’t fight against his grip, he drops his hands, obediently sucking your fingers as a dog would to their treat.

You think about stopping, teasing him. But it’s been a few hours since you started giving him his gift, and he has been good.

He moans for the nth time, your fingers do nothing to muffle how loud he is.

“Satoru—“

He cuts you off with a gasp, his body tensing as he tongue circles around your fingers. “Ba—by,” he says in between drawn out whines, “clo—close. Don’t stop, please don’t stop, please, please, please—“

He babbles as he meets your thrusts, the bed starts to creek as you feel drool start to trail down your hand.

You chuckle, “You’re such a brat Satoru,” you tease as you press a kiss to his cheek.

He begins to press kisses against the palm of your hand as your thrusts get quicker, and harsher. He swears his breathing stops as the hand previously wrapped around his throat grips onto his waist.

He stops meeting your thrusts suddenly; body completely tensing as your strap hits his prostate for the last time this night—and what he swears to be stars enter his vision.

A soft chuckle leaves your mouth as Satoru falls onto the bed once again, his head tucked against his pillow as you slowly pull your strap on out of his ass.

You begin to take your harness off as your gaze lands on the puddle of cum under your man, taking you off guard.

…You’d like to assume that means he liked his present.

You give Satoru one last kiss before running off to get towels and a clean change of bed sheets, “Happy New Year, Satoru.”

[koenigsbleachedshirt]

OKAY HEAR ME OUT.

READER AND KEEGAN HAVE BEEN DATING FOR A WHILE NOW AND KEEGAN USUALLY DOMS BUT READER WANTS TO TRY SOMETHING NEW AND AFTER A TALK BETWEEN READER AND KEEGAN THEY EVENTUALLY CAME TO THE CONCLUSION THAT THEY’D TRY IT OUT WITH KEEGAN SUBBING OR THE FIRST TIME

This one just scratches my brain real good.

Warnings: praise, handjob, nipple play, whiny and good boy Keegan, edging/orgasm control, slight overstim

His hands are on your hips, pulling you tightly against him with a smirk. "Well, hello there, cutie." Keegan rasps, face so close to yours his lips almost brush yours as he speaks. "I've missed you."

You smile, hands clasped together behind his neck, "Hello to you too, handsome. I've missed you just as much~"

He chuckles lowly before hungrily kissing you, his lips moving against yours with a hungry passion. Keegan's grip on your body turns a little rougher, tongue entering your mouth and eagerly tasting you.

You hum into the heated kiss before pulling back a little, laughing softly, "Whoa, easy there, tiger." You say, "Someone's eager."

"How couldn't I be when I have you right here, my love?" Keegan replies, eyes completely lovestruck.

"Hmm, I've got an idea..." You say and look into his eyes with a glint.

He raises a brow at this. "What is it?"

"I want to.. try domming you." You say and trace your finger along his neck.

Keegan looks surprised and hesitant by your statement, but also a tad bit intrigued. "I.. guess we could try."

Your eyes widen, and then you squeal happily, kissing him quickly. "I promise I'll make it worth your while, babe!"

"You better do." He playfully rolls his eyes, smirk tugging at his lips.

You grab him by the wrist and push him on the bed, "Pull your pants down, babe."

Keegan blinks but obliges, slipping his pants and boxers down just enough to free his already semi-hard dick. You chuckle and join him on the bed. "Good boy~"

His eyes widen at your praise, and a faint blush coats his cheeks. Then, you move to sit against the headboard and pull him close, so his back is to your chest, sitting between your legs. "What are you doing?"

"Oh, I'm going to loosen you up." You say and wrap a hand around his cock, slowly pumping it. "Just relax and take it like a good boy, hm?"

Keegan's breath hitches and his fingers dig slightly into your thighs. "Oh fuck-"

You chuckle sadistically and slide your other hand under his shirt to graze his nipple. "You'll take what I give you, yes?" You speak lowly.

"Y- Yes.." He whimpers, hips bucking when you start playing with his nipples. "Feels.. weird... but so good.. hah..." He leans his head back onto your shoulder with his eyes clenched shut while you slowly pump his cock and tease his sensitive nipples.

"Hmm, you'll get used to it, babe." You say and press a kiss to his bared neck, "Just be my good boy and take it."

He moans lowly when you say that and pick up your pace on his leaking cock. "O- Okay..!" He quips back, grabbing your thighs a little harder.

You smirk and pinch his nipple before rubbing circles on it while jerking him off at a moderate pace. "You're doing so well for me, love, taking what I give you so obediently~"

"Hah... yes, yes, yes! Feels so good, mhh.." He replies shakily, "Please don't stop..."

You jerk him off a little faster, his leaking tip lubricating your hand on his dick and producing slight squelching noises as you do. "Oh, I wouldn't..." You say and kiss his cheek, your ministrations on his nipple also picking up the pace before switching to his other one.

"Oh, fuck!" He hisses, bucking up into your hand, "I'm gonna-"

You immediately cease your jerking motions, slightly squeezing the base of his cock to stop him from cumming just yet. "Oh, no, darling, not yet."

Keegan heaves an exasperated breath through clenched teeth and glares at you slightly, "Why, you!"

"Watch it." You warn him and slightly slap his dick.

He tenses at this and whines, "Sorry.."

"That's my good boy." You say and kiss his cheek again before slowly starting your motions once more. "Be good for me and I'll let you cum, yeah? Ask for permission next time."

He hastily nods against your shoulder, "Y- Yes! I'm sorry.."

"Good.." You mumble and quicken the pace on his sensitive nipple while jerking him off fast. "Show me how good you are, babe."

Keegan's eyes roll back, body tense and fingers digging into your thighs. "T- Too fast! Ngghh fuck! Slow.. Slow down!"

You laugh and don't let up, "Why?" You ask, smirk on your lips, "You want to cum, don't you?"

"Y- Yes! But- But not so fast! Fuck-" He replies through quick intakes of air and breathy moans.

"Ohh, love, don't be embarrassed.." You chuckle, "Embrace it."

He tenses up further, slightly bucking into your hand, "I- I'm gonna.. please, can I cum?"

"Hmm.. go ahead, babe.." You reply, keeping the almost brutal pace on his hard cock and your ministrations on his sensitive nipple.

"Ugh- Fuck fuck fuck...!" He clenches his eyes shut and grips your thighs so hard it kind of hurts. Thick, white ropes of his cum leak from his angry red tip, onto the bed and onto your hand.

And you continue to jerk him off slowly, making him ride his intensified orgasm out, his cock twitching in your hand. "Oh- Oh God.. stop! Fuck! I'm too sensitive!" Keegan pleads, voice strained as he tries to get you to stop.

You chuckle at the way his body twitches violently as he tries to escape your ministrations before stopping when he sobs dryly. "My good boy... did so well for me.." You coo, and pepper his cheek with kisses. "Came so much for me.."

Keegan pants heavily, trying to calm down from the intensity of his orgasm and your overstimulation on him. He hums happily, body lax as he leans back into you. "Liked it..."

"That's good to know, babe." You say and gently caress his chest and stomach from under his shirt still. "Let's get you cleaned up, hm?"

[wawawawawawawawawawawawawa]

can we have more aspd izaya posts please please please please please please please please pl [ i am taken by the fog ]

*grabs u by the leg and pulls u out of the fog* yes of course u can my fine fellow :)

so!! i was talking to a friend about izaya having aspd and whether or not it was an intentional coding on narita's part or if it was a completely unintentional yet still valid way to view the character. honestly, evidence exists for both ways- the emphasis put on izaya's impulse control issues ans disconnect from the rest of humanity, as an example that comes to mind. but there could also be a case that narita didn't mean to invoke a deliberate coding of aspd while placing emphasis on these aspects of him

theres also the whole "two brain scans" thing. was this plot point narita trying to say that he didn't intend for izaya to have any mental illness whatsoever? but then again, brain scans are not exactly the most reliable source of diagnosing mental illness- if it was, we'd just use that. there are studies about aspd and brain differences regarding it, but i have no way of knowing if narita... read them. i don't know the man and i have no idea what studies are available in japanese, since i read mine solely in english.

there's also the study that throws a wrench in brain scan studies as a whole- specifically fMRI studies. it was one of those classic "subject put in brain scan and asked to identify what emotion a person in a photo is showing" except the subject was, ironically since this is a post on izaya..... a dead fish. so did narita see THIS? the study IS from 2009, but to comfirn if its even possible, i'd have to cross-reference the book the two brain scans thing shows up in with the date the study was published, and EVEN THEN the answer is still a big ole "i dunno!"

although, thru all this, i think i settled on an idea of what Might have happened. keyword MIGHT, it's not like i can go ask narita himself. well i mean i guess maybe if i tried really hard.... but i am not going to do that. it sounds scary and frankly i am a weenie, and i don't speak japanese

so, durarara.... is a story largely about the underbelly of society. ergo, there are a lot of tropes present in other works about these kinds of people, but they're subverted here. like, for instance, shizuo- he's the "dumb muscle" trope; an angry fighter who lives for the thrill of violence and that's why he's involved in the underground. except, shizuo hates violence, has tried to hold down regular jobs and is only in the underground out of desperation, and is very perceptive and philosophical. he's a subversion of the dumb muscle trope.

i think izaya was meant to be a subversion of the sociopath as a trope... and imo, you kind of can't really subvert that trope well without giving your character aspd.

"the sociopath" as a trope refers to a character with, essentially, zero humanity. they love nobody, care about nothing but their own gain and destruction, are sadistic for sadism's sake... et cetera.

taking a character and going "they ACT like a sociopath, but they're NOT one!!" is a common subversion of the trope... but it's not really a subversion, is it? it's a bait-and-switch. if a character seems like X but is not X, they are not X. the trope of X does not apply.

imo, for a subversion to really be... y'know... subversive, the character must still possess the original traits of The Sociopath, but they're twisted around and expanded upon

The Sociopath can't love? izaya loves all of humanity... though it doesn't stop him from disregarding their rights and autonomy, ergo still hitting ASPD criteria and still being a sociopath

The Sociopath can't care about anything but their own personal gain? izaya clearly cares about and loves his sisters, but it doesn't negate everything else he's done, or the other times where he has put his own personal gain first

The Sociopath can't feel or express emotion? izaya is demonstrated to be a coward and to have genuine phobias- thanatophobia, the fear of death, IS an anxiety disorder, as are all phobias. shinra describes him as fragile-hearted, and this description is accurate. but, izaya puts on a facade for the rest of the world- ergo, he can't express emotion (at least, not in the way someone without aspd could- it's... hard and scary to Drop The Act; vulnerability is scary and removes the subject's control of a situation, so it stands to reason that it would be difficult for us to do)

The Sociopath is a sadist for sadism's sake? izaya actually has weight behind what he says and does- sure, some of it IS for entertainment, but why he chooses specifically this as entertainment (namely, suicide) has enough bits of info for us as readers to extrapolate. the text doesn't make it explicit, but durarara is a series where paying close attention to minute details is expected and rewarded, so this is par for the course, honestly. and a lot of the things he does, although they result in hurt for the rest of the cast, isn't izaya being a sadist Just Because- at the end of the day he's a scared, lonely man, trying very hard to avoid the thing he's most afraid of in life- the cessation of it.

that's not to say that anything he does is OKAY, obviously, but there's weight and nuance behind it. izaya is treated as a whole human being, just like everyone else. but a lot of core aspects of his character parallel the sociopath trope so cleanly that it's hard for me to believe that it was completely unintentional. was he meant to have specifically aspd, the disorder? i'm not sure. probably not? but "the sociopath, as a trope, but fleshed out and given humanity" is kind of... what aspd.... is. as a disorder. which is why i think you can't truly subvert the trope without giving your character it, inadvertently or not.

anyway yeah this was A Bit different, although i prefer to do watsonian anaylsis i absolutely can do doylist too. i might do more stuff like this if yall like this one idk

[dissociation-station123]

Random Suguru Smut One Shot

Reader discovers their switch trait-Dominant Reader

“Baby…” His low voice had an unfamiliar whine to it, “Look at me.” You scoff and walk away. Heading to the small bar near the kitchen. You hear him follow on your heels. You watch him reach out but pull away, cautiously.

You grab a glass and the clink of the ice was the only sound heard. The tension was heavy throughout the room. You grab the bottle of whiskey and pour. Taking your time you lift the drink to your lips and sigh.

“Please…” The begging man was now lowering himself to you. His large frame is less intimidating as he kneels. “It’s not what you think.”

“Suguru…” You glare down at him, authority clear in your tone. Those dark eyes lower, a pretty pout on his lips. “You know I always take your shit. I never get mad or upset. Let me be upset.”

He nods solemnly and you lift his chin with your finger, your manicured nail digging into his flesh just a bit. He hisses and his jaw clenches. “Yes baby… But…”

You squeeze and he winces. “What Suguru? What the hell kind of excuse do I get now?” You lean down your lips inches from his. “You reek of alcohol and forget about our plans.” You take a longer sip shaking your head in disappointment.

Suguru doesn’t speak again, letting you scowl at him. You let out an exasperated groan and release your hold. “I always have to look for the redeemable qualities in everyone I meet!” You cackle and finish off your drink, you slam the glass back down on the bar.

“Did you have a good time?” You ask, crossing your arms. Suguru lets out a breath he was holding. “We’ll speak…” You order frustration building.

“No, it was business related. You know how Satoru is.” Suguru says this time taking hold of your wrist. “He doesn’t know how to not mix business and casual. I should have warned you.”

You roll your eyes. “I sat at the restaurant for over an hour. I texted and called but it went straight to voicemail. Maybe if this was the first time but Suguru it’s not.” Your voice does shake a bit as your emotions begin to surface. You yank back your arm from his grip.

“I know… fuck baby I know…” Suguru looks defeated. But you refuse to give him any reprieve. You were back to refusing to speak and you could tell it was killing him. “Just smack me… I deserve it…” You clench your fist tightly, you feel anger bubbling to the surface. “I’ll take any punishment.”

You glare into those dark eyes seething, the soft vulnerability in his gaze was hard to ignore. The soft sad expression was so desperate for forgiveness. Your anger sizzled out but another dark impulse replaced it.

“You want me to punish you…” You say a sadistic smirk spread across your face. Your hand wraps around his throat and his eyes widen. “Put your hands on the ground, all fours like the dog you are.” You whisper harshly and feel him swallow, a soft whimper escapes his lips.

Your stomach flutters at the image before you as he crawls to the position requested. This man who was always so confident and arrogant now looks up at you waiting for your command. Willing to do anything for your forgiveness. Groveling at your feet. He was the one always in control but look at him right now. Something clicks in your brain, like a switch.

“Please…” he pleads and you frown. You step on his fingers and he practically snarls. He does not get defensive, he merely looks at you, what an expression it was. You see his brow scrunches in pain but he licks his bottom lip seductively. “I’ll do anything. You can do anything. Just don’t leave…”

You tilt your body forward grabbing a fistful of long black hair and pull his head back. Suguru groans, his eyes rolling back. “How pathetic…” You watch as a dark look shadows his features but he bites his cheek to cause it to disappear. “You should make yourself useful. Prove to me why I shouldn’t walk out that door right now.”

“What do I need to do… I’ll do it.” Suguru says without any regret. You stand up straight and look down at him with a sneer.

“Stay.” You order as you walk towards the dining room table. You move the chair away and casually jump up on the table's surface. You glance over, still on all fours he waits for your next command. Your stomach flutters at the sight. “Crawl to me then. Tell me you're sorry like you mean it.”

Those dark eyes lower, he looks a bit too pleased as he tries not to smile. He crawls over trying his best to conceal his excitement. As he reaches you, there is no way to avoid seeing his imprint struggling against his dress pants. You lift your foot and add pressure to the bulge, the groan that escapes his lips is heavenly.

“I’m sorry Y/N. I am a horrible boyfriend. The worst. You deserve better….” He begins speaking, his low voice tinged with emotion. “I take you for granted.” You nod along and he lets out a breath. “But when we are together. You are my calm. You are my peace. You make getting up in the morning worth it.”

“How sweet…” you mutter with an eye roll. “Then why do you keep me waiting? Why am I always the one to worry? What if I stayed out late and returned home smelling like a brewery. Then my excuse is the meeting ran late. What images pop into that little brain of yours?”

His gaze darkens and you get a glimpse of his possessive streak. You laugh knowing exactly what he was thinking. “Do you imagine another man… hmm maybe Gojo… he is pretty…” You know you were being cruel by the way he clenches his jaw.

“I’d fucking kill him…” Suguru growls unprompted and you slap him across the face. He looks up at you surprised. You were always so gentle and took him so well, so obedient. He practically bites his tongue to keep his instinct to stand up, pin you down, and kiss you breathless. Touch you so that you admit your his.

“That’s your bestie though. How could you say such a thing?” You say in mock shock, you enjoy him fighting so hard against himself. “I forget why I put up with you. Why don’t you remind me?” You remove your skirt and panties kicking them to the side, he watches them fall to the ground. Then you spread your legs as he turns back to face you. “Show me what you're good for…”

You watch as his anger quickly fizzles to hunger. He slowly moves forward, pausing to lean back. You watch as he takes off the ponytail holder he always wears as a bracelet. You suck on your lower lip, always enjoying the moment where his large arms raise to pull his long black hair into a half bun. Those dark eyes never leave your own.

Your body no matter what you two were doing would react to the image, instantly reminiscing the memories you had when you were alone.

“So pretty…” You coo, seeing him now moving to kneel again between your legs. You pat his head affectionately, you could tell he was itching to devour you whole but his expression softens. He looks up at you almost lovesick. You lift your thighs to rest on his broad shoulders.

“Make me cum and I’ll think about forgiving you.” You whisper aggressively. You did not realize how turned on you would be being the one ordering Suguru around. The sound of your arousal when his thumb slowly begins to circle your clit was clear proof.

“So wet already…” Suguru groans, shoving his long finger inside, gliding against your slick walls. Slowly thrusting a few times, you bite your cheek attempting to keep your moans at bay. A deep groan manages to escape as he removes his fingers completely with a grin. You watch as he sucks your juices from the digits.

“Fuck… your practically gushing for me already…” His deep voice suddenly became a bit too confident again. You squeeze his neck with your large thighs and he looks at you mischievously.

“Stop fucking teasing me. Use your damn tongue and make me cum asshole.” You hiss with a cold glare and you feel him swallow.

“Yes ma’am…” He mutters, his dark eyes now lowing. He licks his canine and takes hold of your hips, pulling you forward. Without any more hesitation, you feel him begin to suck your clit greedily. Your back arching at the sweet pleasure.

His tongue now moves in persistent circles and you grab onto his arm, nails digging into the flesh. You let out a shaky breath, still holding back your cries, stubbornly. You hear him chuckle as his tongue drags across your folds.

You scowl and fight the slow haze of your mind. Your fingers grip roughly into his hair and your thighs tighten around him even more. You ride his tongue almost angrily, fueled by his laughter. You hear him gasp for air but a sexy whimper is heard right after.

He meets your pace and you finally moan loudly as his tongue is buried in your cunt. You feel his body tense up and muscles strain as he thrust with your movements. “That’s it… mmm…” You grind against his face lost in the sensation.

“You’re so good at this… being a filthy whore for me.” You shout your head falling back as you feel yourself reaching your peak. Suguru groans against you and the vibration is enough to send your mind into a blank state. He struggles a bit to reach up and stimulate your clit with the vice grip around his neck. You feel him rutting his own hips against nothing. Your legs begin to quiver and you cry out, “cumming… that’s a good boy…”

Your legs fall limp and you call out his name as he laps up the mix of your cum and slick. When you glance down he looks so possessed, his cheeks flushed as he pants for breath. Those dark pupils dilated with pure lust. “Give me another sweetheart…” He growls and you push him away, your foot on his chest. “Please…” Suguru begs, a cute pout on his lips.

“I’m satisfied.” You sit up and stretch your body, you feel his gaze take it in. “Finish yourself off. Sleep on the couch.” You say hopping down from the table. You know if he joined you in bed you would give onto his pleas.

“Baby…” Suguru calls out again and takes hold of your wrist. You glare back at him and he looks away. “Okay…” He says and you turn back. You cup his face and kiss him sweetly. You watch as his hand twitches craving to grab onto you.

“Night Suguru.” You whisper against his lips and he sighs.

“Tell me you still love me… at least give me that…” Suguru looks a bit defeated and you kiss him again.

“I love you very much. No one else has even ever crossed my mind.” You say gently and he gives you a bright smile nodding.

[cherryblossomforest]

I'm venting about my mother.

I know I can't go there when it comes to my mother. I can't even touch on it. She fucks with my head really badly and she always has. Part of me wants to try again anyway. Part of me wants to try because I know that if I was to get her number and call her she'd welcome me back with open arms but it's a trap. It's always a trap. If you think I'm unstable now, you don't know just how much my mum messes with my brain. It's like she turns me into this robot and I'm inside myself only able to observe. She had a way of messing up my brain and a way of reminding me I was helpless and below her. If you think my dad is bad, you haven't met my mother. 99% of people in my life, family and friends, call her a literal demon. Even those who barely know much of what she's done. She has this crazy scary sadistic way about her. I remember whenever I tried to rebel or out her, she gave me this look and it's like my brain would reset. I remember when me, my brother and my sister went to her house to basically talk about how badly she treated us. I sat in silence because I was so so scared and I wouldn't look at her or in her direction. Then my sister spoke about a bunch of stuff and then I did, I got a little bit off of my chest. My sister and brother were shocked and I was inside myself observing. As soon as I was done speaking I retreated within myself again and my sister started talking. My mother wouldn't stop looking at me and it got to the point where she called me out. Ignoring all my sister and brother had to say. Just focusing on me. She kept telling me to look at her in her eye and I couldn't. I hated it. As soon as I did because she kept going on about me looking at her despite me not being the person actually talking at that point, she simply said "Okay" when I did and then my brain went blank.

That's why she was so unbelievably shocked at my brother's wedding when I stood calmly and didn't take her shit. I stood there watching her scramble to get me under her control. To be this helpless version of myself. The thing that helped was preparing beforehand and getting all my vulnerable parts away from the front. My mother is a No Go Zone and everyone helped inside. Violet was almost guarded in the front and no one the adults and gatekeepers didn't allow could get past. She did everything and when I kept trying to leave she kept grabbing me because she was so confused that I didn't give in to the normal antics.

So having this all come up is definitely unstabilising. It's been years. Maybe 4 or 5 since going no contact and it hasn't felt this bad since I went NC. Idk what's happening...

[cat-mentality]

It's all in the past isn't?, they ask when they come back, still covered in dirt and blood, It was a competition.

No hard feelings, they agree with desperation, we did what we had to do.

They nod at each other like a promise is being made, exchange hugs and smiles and tears as if the last two weeks have been promptly erased from their brains.

Philza purses his lips together and says nothing. When Tubbo looks at him and waves he looks away (the blood on his hand belongs to Baghera), when Fit sends a whisper asking if they can talk later he ignores it (the wound on his back still aches), when Forever tries to approach him he turns his back (The spare sword on his inventory was taken from Foolish's body), when Badboyhalo looks in his direction he moves to be out of his line sight (most of the blood on him belong to them).

He puts a hand on Cellbit's shoulder and shakes his head when it feels like he wants to say something. Uses the other to grab Slime and pull him away from the group before he can do anything rash, the others following quickly.

When Missa sends a glance in his direction Philza hesitates for a few moments before mouthing a 'later', his husband nods just once, brown eyes sad but understanding.

It's easy to put things in the past when you are the hunter.

It's easy to say "no hard feelings" when it wasn't you being killed like an animal over and over again in your home without a chance of defending yourself or even running away.

It's easy to act like nothing happened when you were the one holding the blade, the one inflicting the pain.

Philza is old. Too old to find it easy to forgive betrayal, too old to find it easy to forgive the suffering inflicted into those he has learned to love and care for. Too old to forget how easily others shed their humanity for the sake of playing puppets, of being pieces in a boardgame for a bored monster.

Aren't you happy you won?, Pierre had asked in the long train ride back, genuine curiosity in his voice.

We didn't win, Philza replied, clipped, gas mask still firmly on his face, we survived.

Philza has won many times in his life. Lost even more.

This is not a win, the fact that the being that controlled the board declared them as winners doesn't mean shit, not when this "victory" was coated in blood and betrayal, not when everything they done was for the sake of children who they still haven't managed to rescue.

They are coming back worse than they went, still childless, but now drowning in the blood of one another, made to turn into monsters for a sadistic game, made to believe their savagery would lead to their children, only to receive nothing.

What a fucking joke of a victory.

How fucking dare them act as if that makes thing alright. How dare them thing that just because they "won" everything done to them should be forgiven, should be put in the past like a bad nightmare. How fucking dare them think that any of his teammates can ever forget what happened.

There is some anxious energy bouncing around them all, tense shoulders, hands clenched around weapons, none of them have taken the masks away yet, almost like they are afraid that at any moment disaster will strick again. They follow Philza as he takes them to his home, opening the door and as soon as he closes it behind Carre he is changing the security measurements, taking out names and adding others.

He ignores the way his hands shake, how he feels like he will vibrate out of his skin.

None of this feels real.

Not after weeks and weeks in a place that was as close as hell as it could be, the walls of his house feel unfamiliar and bizarre, the fact that there is a roof over his head and a door to lock is almost laughable. This feels like a dream, like he will blink and wake up in a cave, sleeping on the floor as radioactive rain soaks the ground outside.

Philza feels wrong in his own skin. Grime and blood cover him from head to toe, his wings ache (They are gone again, broken, of course they are, but he can't think about it because if he does he will break), the gas mask feels like it was stitched to his face.

He stands there, shaking, with his hands still over the locking mechanism, unable to shake the feeling that the moment he lets go he will be back in that hell of a Island with his friends trying to kill him.

Suddenly there is a hand resting on his shoulders, he jumps slightly but the grips get tighter and Philza turns his head around to see Etoiles standing there, a frown on his face.

Etoiles killed him.

Etoiles fought against them.

Etoiles joined his team, at the end, Philza invited him.

Etoiles is real.

He lets out a breath, unable to hide how his shoulders shake as well, but the warrior says nothing, he just smiles even if his eyes are still so very worried, guides him to where the others have fallen into a legitime cuddle pile.

Roier and Cellbit are glued to each other, it's almost impossible to know where one start and the other end, muttering soft things to each other in their native languages, Jaiden is right next to Roier, her legs thrown over the couple while her head rests against Carre's shoulder as the man is already sound asleep, his head into a pillow Philza has no idea where he got. Foolish is sandwiched between Slime and Baghera and he looks resigned to his fate of being made a pillow, Philza would never be so cruel as to mention how he is slight shaking in their hold, how as much as it may look like the two hybrids are using him for comfort the winged man is half sure it's the contrary.

They are all filthy, they need a bath more than they ever did in their life and Philza doubts his floor is a comfortable resting spot, by all means they all should be desperate to return to their own homes, their own beds, to have a actual hot meal and rest before going back to searching from the children.

No one seems to care about it however, they look as comfortable on his floor as they would in any bed in the world, maybe even more.

Etoiles nudges him again, pointing to a spot next to Baghera and she turns to look at him, eyes comically large and a exaggerated pleading expression on her face, all that is missing is the hands reaching to him and Philza has to laugh at her, who brightens at the sound.

"Turn off the lights already, pendejos." Roier complains, voice muffled by Cellbit's neck "It's time to sleep."

"It's the middle of the day, the light you are talking about is the sun." Etoiles mocks him, kicking at his leg

"Should we turn off the sun?" Slime asks, almost sounding excited by the idea

"We are not blowing the sun." Philza declares with an eye roll "How could we even do that?"

"I didn't say blow up, I say turn off, you are the one thinking about destruction." The man squints at him, but honestly that may be the lack of glasses catching up

"It would be fun." Baghera pipes out "Trying to blow out the sun. We should try it."

"We should try sleeping." Roier replies immediately, grumpy until Cellbit starts petting his hair and he melts, Jaiden making gagging sounds behind them

Philza shakes his head, deeply amused and since turning off the sun is not an option, he closes the blinds casting the room into a darker light and most of the cuddle pile hums in satisfaction. Baghera makes a sound gesturing to her side and he is too weak for her, and too tired about everything, to even put a mock resistance.

He grabs Etoiles' arm, dragging the man who protests for a few seconds before sinking into the floor with him, automatically throwing his arms around him and Baghera. Philza sighs, trying to ignore the way his whole body relaxes now that it is surrounded by people he knows he can trust with everything he has, the way he immediately feels his eyes get heavier and heavier.

This is real.

They are real.

As Philza finally lays down besides his teammates (his family), closing his eyes and almost begging for a dreamless sleep he has only one certain: Things will never be the same again.

But that isn't a bad thing. Not when he had his team with him.

[silenttrxxs]

Part 2 -

Hybrid! Choi San x reader

you had been through this many times with San, his rut always taking away any morals away, his animalistic side coming out more than anything. His only instinct was to knot you, to breed you. He wanted nothing more than to give you everything he had. To make you carry his children. You had already made it clear to him that you was more than happy to do this. You had been in an established relationship for many years, you knew everything about each other.

He took this thought and pushed it to the front of his brain. His instincts kicking in and he thrusted into you harder, his hands gripping into your hips and his nails leaving bruises in their wake with every single snap of his hips. The low groans and moans falling from his lips was driving you insane. Your mind slipping into bliss as he hit that one spot your body craved more than anything.

Before you knew it he slipped out of you throwing you around onto you back. Pushing your body up further onto the bed grabbing the restraints he kept tucked under the mattress taking your wrists pressing a soft kiss to them before clicking the cold metal closed around each wrist. The sly grin creeping onto his face, he loved seeing you helpless… you body squirming and begging for his touch and him not giving it to you making you loose every single ounce of control you had over him.

He climbed up onto the bed lifting you leg over his shoulder as he lined himself back up with your hole wasting no time he thrusted his entire length back into you as he groaned lowly, his wolf ears moving as he snapped his hips into you harshly. He watched as your face contorted in pleasure. A sadistic grin on his face as he slowed his pace down, leaning into you capturing your lips with his. His tongue swiping along your lips begging for entrance as he gripped your neck with his hand. You felt yourself slipping further away from reality as San thrusted at a slow pace into you whilst pouring his love into your mouth. He let his moans fall into your mouth as he picked up the pace, you let yourself go pulling at the restraints that held you to the bed, knowing this would have caused you more pain but you wanted to touch him so badly.

San looked at you as he kept his hand wrapped around your neck squeezing a little as he thrusted into you with more force the way you clenched around his cock had him finding it hard to keep his own composure. He felt the all too familiar warmth spreading through his body, his cock throbbing inside of you. He felt the urge surging through his body his teeth sharpening as he leant into you taking the soft skin of your neck in between his teeth, biting down just enough to leave a harsh bruise to your neck. You let out a scream as you felt his cock grow bigger inside you and his teeth almost piercing your skin.

Pulling harshly at the restraints you broke free the metal snapping as you pulled, you grabbed San your hands finding his back as you lifted yourself up finding the new angle hitting your g-spot more, your eyes rolling back as San gripped onto you shoulders holding you and pistoning himself into you as he growled into your ear. You looked down as you felt him growing in size his cock throbbing and bulging inside your womb. He chuckled lowly as he let his hand find its way to your stomach resting his hand on your stomach as he snapped his hips faster inside you.

“F-fuck baby, you’re made for this” san growled as he released into you, moving to grip your hips as he pulled you onto his cock, using you. Watching your eyes roll back as he came inside you.

“Going to breed you baby, you’re going to look so beautiful carrying my babies inside you” he groaned as you screamed your nails gripping into his shoulders.

You felt yourself getting closer as he throbbed inside you. The familiar warmth spreading throughout your body, you felt yourself clenching around him milking him as you came around his cock. The room filling with the sounds of you both, it was obvious to anyone walking past what was happening. What you both didn’t realise was that Seonghwa was walking past the room, his face contorted in a disgusted look as he passed. He wasn’t expecting to hear this today all he wanted was to pick his bag up from his room that he had left in his room.

As san slowed his pace down, his knot slowly releasing you from its harsh grasp, he let his ears slowly hide themselves in his hair again, his heart pounding hard as he laid you down gently. He locked eyes with you as he pulled out from you slowly watching the way his cum spilled out from your hole. He took a moment to look at you.

“May i?” San questioned before leaning climbing down your body leaving kisses down your body, sucking marks into your soft skin as he got closer to your core. His tongue diving into your folds as he tasted the sweet mixture of himself and you on his tongue. He made sure to hold your thighs apart he looked up at you watching the way your eyes rolled back, the moans falling from your lips as he dived his tongue into you.

“So sweet baby, I can’t get enough of you” San said before diving in to your folds again lapping up your juices.

You couldn’t hold back anymore the fire spreading through your veins as you released into his mouth. A moan ripping through your throat and out of your body as you felt the weight of him above you. He took your lips into his own stealing your breath away from you before lifting his head up and looking into your eyes.

“You’re perfect baby, Let me take care of you now” San said before unlocking the restraints and throwing them across the room and lifting your body up, taking you to the bathroom. Shooting a glance at Seonghwa as he kicked the door open placing you on the seat of the toilet before running you a warm bath.

[cosmos-coma]

The Curses That Bind Us- Part 1

A/N: GUESS WHOSE BACK. BACK AGAIN. It's ME. Hello everyone, I was away for a while with work and bad internet but I think I'm finally making a comeback! Still struggling a bit with work but I'm gonna try to make it happen! the first paragraph of this has been in my drafts for months now and I finally got an idea to finish it on Halloween!

Pairing: Eskel x Reader

Words: 465

Summary: You find yourself traversing a dark and deadly swamp, desperate to get back to the safety of town. You push on despite your nerves, but the hungry creatures of the night have a far different idea for your fate.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4| Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 (final)

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Fetid, heavy air hung around you like fog as you rode carefully through the spongy marsh. The full moon hung delicately above the treetops, shining its merciful light in scattered rays to illuminate your path. 

“Steady girl…” you spoke soothingly as you patted your mare, Vallaria, beneath you. Her nerves were evident as mysterious splashes, croaks, and snarls rang around in the hazy distance. “Just a little longer into safety, then we can both rest…” you assured both her and yourself. 

Val huffed uneasily, voicing her displeasure, yet remained steadfast on her path. She didn’t dare stop her onward trek, let alone slow any further. Hoof beats squelched below as you waded into a deeper pool, the rotten water rising up your horse's legs and making your hair curl with its stench. 

The sounds of rippling water hitting the shores echoed faintly around you, coming from both everywhere and nowhere. Hungry snarls and clacking teeth sounded from the shadows as you warily waded through and your hair began to stand on end. 

Your nerves rattled as you looked around desperately in the dark, but beyond the pale white light was nothing but wretched darkness.

SPLASH

The noise came suddenly from beside you as if whatever invisible creature hunting you was toying with you for its own sadistic pleasure.

 “Fuck.. ” your voice quaked as your nerves burned like cold fire in anticipation of the next movement, the next sound.

Out of nowhere a flicker of orange flame lit up in the distance, dancing brightly before settling into a controlled shape.

“I- Is that… a campfire..?” you mused as you pulled Vallaria to a stop, eyeing it closely.

“Val, it’s a campfire..!” You announced happily, the weight of the world lifting off your shoulders, “It’s a campfire..!”.

It was then that another huge splash came from your side, however, this one was accompanied by a scaly clawed hand wrapped around your ankle. 

 “Fuc- HELP!” You screamed out to whatever merciful creature may be sitting at the campfire, as your body was pulled beneath the murky water.

It all happened in a flash, the sound of the splash as your body hit, Vallaria braying in retaliation as more hands emerged, and the surface gradually disappearing above your head. 

Hands upon hands grabbed your limbs, pulling you with inhuman strength away from the moon’s light. Each hand slipped with slimy scales, and had you not been on the verge of drowning you’d have shuddered at the sensation. 

Between the depth and your air running low, your vision began to darken. Endless black crept into the corners of your vision, swimming across your eyes as you slowly lost consciousness. 

Though as the black closed in… you could have almost sworn that you saw the glittering of moonlight on sharp slender metal.

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[daily-rayless]

Asch, for the character rant meme ❤️

Oh, absolutely.

Favorite thing about him:

This feels very hard to narrow down. I like the arc of his story. I like how he both mirrors and contrasts Luke. I like that he's dark and often in the wrong. I like that he's soft and wants to come across as cold and rational, but is fundamentally incapable of burying his feelings. I like that he's a loose cannon who sometimes makes mistakes, but then also comes at his enemies from a direction they never saw coming. I love the character growth we get in things like Tales of the Rays, which show him warming up to Luke and becoming happier and his whole personality expanding into something more mature. I always like long implausibly red hair. But I think what really draws me to his character is the tension between him being angry and depressed and disengaged, but still an idealist. He has the potential for heroism, and he never succeeds in killing it -- arguably, he never even wants to kill it. He might think of himself as worthless, and he might say awful things to his loved ones, and he might frown all the way through it, but he keeps doing what he thinks is the right thing. Not the right thing for himself, the right thing.

Least favorite thing about him:

I think there's a reason Abyss adaptations keeping cutting out the scene where Asch controls Luke's body in order to make him attack Tear. Yes, it's a dramatic scene, but when you look at the rest of Asch's personality, it feels jarringly sadistic.

Favorite line:

I'll go with Asch's closing line during Natalia's escape from Baticul: "Luke! One mistake and I will kill you." First off, he does it while standing over an evil general he's just struck down for the sake of his people, check him out, he would actually be a decent royal. Secondly, look at him revealing his love for Natalia, right then and there, in front of a crowd of witnesses. A lot of his lines in that scene do that, and it's great -- a rare moment of Asch being emotionally honest. And tied in with that, he unthinkingly, seriously calls Luke "Luke" -- not replica, but using their shared name. Yes, he's threatening to kill him, but he's not only trusting Luke with his most precious person (Natalia), he's using his own name for Luke -- I feel like, in that moment, Asch trusts and respects Luke in a way he usually doesn't allow himself to -- he finds reasons not to. This is the real Asch in this moment, and this is what his relationship with Luke could really be.

brOTP:

Ginji! I feel like Asch and Ginji seriously bond over the course of the game. Asch doesn't often express it (of course), but by the end of the game, I think they're as close as Luke is to any of his party members. I see Ginji as having a softer, more emotionally open personality, but he's also thick-skinned enough not to take Asch's angry posturing too seriously; he sees past Asch's pretenses to the real him, and I imagine he misses him terribly and has a lot of regrets after the game.

OTP:

Asch and Natalia, it's always Asch and Natalia. I remember my first time playing Abyss, being in Ortion cavern when Natalia thanked Asch for protecting her from the boss monster, and Asch very coldly brushed her off. And my brain just went, Oh wait, hold on...? Does he still...? Is it not just her? Are they both...? And then a few minutes later there was an earthquake and he protectively grabbed her and I haven't looked back once.

nOTP:

This is sort of a yes and no. No, there are no (major) Asch ships that I consider so out there that I can't believe anyone would ship it. (I had to add the "major" because maybe out there there's someone who ships AschMieu.) But at the same time, while I acknowledge that Asch and Natalia can have very interesting ships with other characters, I love them so much together that I tend to never even entertain the possibility. I think for me, one of the most significant things that bothers me in an AschNot-Natalia ship is when writers use it to denigrate Natalia's character. Write her off as unimportant, or even unlikable to Asch. By all means, pair him with someone else, but I don't think you can believably write him as not caring at all about Natalia and finding her awful.

Random headcanon:

He (and Luke) are naturally very musically gifted. Asch is particularly good at the piano and used to play it for his mother when he was a child.

Unpopular opinion:

Hm, I think there are potentially some controversial takes with Asch. I think some fanwriters sometimes err too far on the side of making Asch cool and composed and mature, always in control and aloof compared to the more emotional Luke. This makes him very suave and alpha and unflappable, a bit more of a conventional brooding hero. That's not really the Asch I see. To me, Asch is overflowing with emotions and often not good at hiding it. There's footage of the stage play rehearsals showing their Asch actor releasing a primal scream, and I don't know why he's doing that, but whatever his reasons, that feels closer to Asch.

Song I associate with them:

Something edgy and forceful would be right, but let's go with his softer side and say "Lonely Lullaby" by Owl City. It's always made me think of Asch, and all through writing The Stars Are Fire, I had my eye out for an opportunity for Asch to sing Natalia to sleep -- never happened though.

Favorite picture of them:

Excuse me, let me go search my files.

Okay, I limited this to art that's just of Asch, no one else, and while a lot of his official art is unintentionally hilarious (I have a dedicated tag), I've always liked this shot from the anime:

Hair is down, he's super moody, and having him leap onto the side of the moving Tartarus is a much more dynamic way to end the scene than in the original game.

Thanks for the ask! I always love talking about Asch.

Meme taken from here.