#Asuka x reader

[kyleoreillylover]

Beat Them or Join Them

Jey Uso x Reader

Summary: Jey has been trying to get you, his best friend to join him in The Bloodline. Will tonight finally be the night you listen to him?

TW: Typical wrestling violence, reader going to the medics.

A/N: The Jey bug got me, he is just too damn fine for me not to write for! 😫 Hope you guys like this! 😙

Jey watched as you got ready in the locker room, your SmackDown Women's Championship resting on a nearby table. You and Jey had been best friends for years, and he respected and admired your independence. But lately, he had been persistent in trying to convince you to join the Bloodline. He had this burning desire to protect you, and he knew he couldn't do it alone from the sidelines.

"Hey sweetheart.” he began, leaning against the doorframe. "You know how strong we are together. Roman, Jimmy, Solo, me... We could dominate this whole place."

You smirked, raising an eyebrow. "I like doing things my way, Jey. You know that."

Jey smiled, shaking his head. "Yeah, I do. But think about it. Together, we'd be unstoppable. The family backing you.”

You playfully rolled your eyes. "Being friends with Roman, Jimmy and Solo is enough ‘family’ for me."

Jey laughed, knowing you had your own reasons. "Alright, alright, I won't bug you about it too much. Just remember, it’s always an option. And I’ll have your back either way. ”

You smiled at him. He was too sweet. “I've got a title to defend tonight against Asuka. But-" Your smile widened when he grinned in anticipation. "-you can keep trying to sway me after I kick her ass. I promise.”

He nodded, still grinning widely. He moved past you and grabbed the title off of the table. You thought he would hand it to you, but he shook his head. "Nah, turn around." You rose a brow but complied. You felt his arms wrap around you as he leaned down to your height, feeling his cool hands on your skin while he fastened the championship around your waist.

You giggled when he playfully tugged at the strap of your title, swatting his hands away. He laughed with you, opening the door for you

“Now, you can kick some ass.”

------------------------------------------------------------

The match was intense, and despite your determination, Asuka's offense was relentless. Neither of you let up. Just when you thought you had her right where you wanted her, Asuka's mist caught you off guard, blurring your vision. Despite the burning in your eyes, you managed to flip her over and roll her up for the win. The pain was intense though, and you were helped backstage by the medical team.

Jey rushed to the ring, concern etched on his face as he supported you. "You alright, sweetheart?"

You winced, leaning on him for support. "Damn, that mist stings like hell."

In the medical area, you cursed and fumed, furious at both the pain and Asuka. Jey held onto your arm, his touch grounding you amidst the chaos. "Easy, girl.”he said, his voice soothing. "You got the dub, and we'll deal with Asuka later."

Asuka's taunts still echoed in your mind, her words gnawing at your temper. "I'm gonna rip her apart, Jey. Nobody messes with me like this."

Jey's hand cupped your cheek, his touch calming you. "I get it, uce. But you're a champ. You still won. You're stronger than this."

Your anger slowly subsided as you took deep breaths, your focus shifting from the pain to Jey's presence. "Thanks, Jey. You always know how to calm me down."

He grinned, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "That's what I’m here for."

You hesitated, looking at him thoughtfully. "You really want me to join the Bloodline, don't you?"

Jey nodded, his expression serious. "We're a family, you are my family, babygirl. We look out for each other. Imagine what we could accomplish together."

You sighed, leaning your head against his shoulder. "I'll think about it, okay? But no promises."

He chuckled, wrapping an arm around you protectively. "That's all I ask."

The adrenaline faded, the meds kicked and you let your eyes close, letting yourself relax in the arms of the person you trusted the most.

Jey looked down at your sleeping form and he couldn’t help but smile at you. You looked precious, even while sleeping. And he knew then and there that he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if you got hurt.

He tightened his arms around you, bringing you closer to him, and promised himself that even if you didn’t join the Bloodline, whatever decision you decide to make, that he would protect you with his life either way, his family be damned.

[south-of-heaven]

Reader is damage ctrls(including bayley and Dakota)’s “child” (not really reader is just a wrestler who is younger then them but they coddle them bc..they are annoying

Just a Kid || Damage Ctrl x Reader

Summary: Everyone in the locker room think you're just a kid, too green and you don't belong there. Damage Ctrl take you in.

As you step into the bustling locker room, the chatter around you falls to a hush, replaced by a subtle tension that hangs in the air. You know what they're thinking—that you're just a kid, too green to be here among seasoned wrestlers.

You can feel their eyes on you, scrutinizing your every move, their disapproving whispers barely concealed behind forced smiles. You try to shake off the unease creeping over you, but it's hard not to feel like an outsider in a room full of veterans.

Just then, the familiar sound of laughter breaks through the tension, drawing your attention to the corner of the room where Bayley, Dakota Kai, and the Sky Pirates, Iyo Sky, Kairi Sane, and Asuka, are gathered. Despite the icy atmosphere surrounding you, their laughter is infectious, filling the room with a sense of warmth and camaraderie.

You tentatively make your way over to them, the weight of their gazes heavy on your shoulders. But as you approach, they greet you with open arms, their smiles genuine and welcoming. You can't help but feel a sense of relief wash over you as you join their circle, the tension of the locker room melting away in their presence.

Despite being the youngest member of Damage CTRL, you've always felt like part of the family with Bayley, Dakota, Iyo, Kairi, and Asuka. They've taken you under their wing from day one, guiding you through the ups and downs of the wrestling world with patience and understanding.

Sure, some may see their coddling as a weakness, but to you, it's been a lifeline—a source of comfort and support in an otherwise daunting environment. They've helped you grow as a wrestler and as a person, teaching you the ropes and cheering you on every step of the way.

As you laugh and joke with your teammates, the weight of the locker room's judgment fades into the background. With Bayley's arm draped around your shoulders and Dakota's playful banter filling the air, you know that you're exactly where you belong—surrounded by friends who see you for who you truly are: a valued member of the team, no matter your age or experience level.

[kairilov3]

Warrior’s Heart (Kabuki Warriors)

Kabuki Warriors x reader

WN; hand cannons!

Asuka - The Princess' Shield.

Setting: Before a match, Asuka catches you pacing nervously backstage.

Asuka sidles up to you with a grin, playfully nudging your shoulder.

"Oi, kawaii-chan (cutie), what's with the pacing? Relax! You’ve got this. You’re not just anyone— you’re with us, the Kabuki Warriors."

She gives you a confident wink, leaning in a little closer with a smirk.

"Look, you’ve got the heart of a real warrior, like me and Kairi. So don’t hold back, yeah? Let everyone see the fighter I know you are. And if anyone messes with you… they’ve gotta deal with me."

She chuckles, playfully patting your back. "So go out there and make us proud, chibi samurai (little warrior). Show ‘em what you’re made of."

---

Kairi Sane - The Pirate's Heart.

Setting: After a tough match, Kairi finds you sitting in the locker room, exhausted.

Kairi plops down beside you, draping a towel over your shoulders and handing you a water bottle, her expression full of warmth.

"Oi, daijoubu? (Hey, you okay?) You did so well out there, my hime (princess). Seriously, I was watching, and you were awesome."

She nudges you lightly, her tone playful yet sincere.

"Don’t ever forget how strong you are, yeah? You’re like the ocean— quiet on the surface but fierce underneath. I see it, and I know Asuka sees it too."

She wraps an arm around you in a quick side hug.

"We’ve got your back, always. You’re one of us, and that means you’re never alone, got it?"

---

Kabuki Warriors Together - The Playful Duo

Setting: After training, Asuka and Kairi flank you, each with a hand on your shoulder.

"Oi, kawaii-chan! You killed it today! Seriously, you’re getting stronger every time we see you."

"That’s right, hime-chan. We’re family now, you know? So let’s keep going, keep pushing, together."

They both grin, giving you an affectionate squeeze on the shoulders.

"And don’t worry, anyone tries to mess with you, they’ve got both of us to deal with."

"Exactly! We’re gonna make history, ne? Just you, me, and Asuka."

___

Scene: Women's World Championship Match against Becky Lynch!

Setting: The atmosphere is electric as the match between you and Becky Lynch unfolds. The stakes are high, with the Women's World Championship on the line, but things have taken a turn for the worse for you. You’re currently lying on the ground outside the ring after a brutal hit from Becky’s Manhandle Slam.

Becky stands over you, a satisfied smirk on her face. The crowd is on edge, buzzing with anticipation, but it seems like your championship dreams might be dashed. However, the tide is about to turn.

Asuka and Kairi Sane, the Kabuki Warriors, watch intently from the sidelines. Asuka's fierce determination ignites, and she quickly formulates a plan.

Asuka springs into motion, sliding into the ring while Kairi stealthily climbs onto the apron, her eyes fixed on Becky. Asuka charges at Becky and, in a swift move, unleashes her signature green mist, blinding Becky and causing her to stagger back in confusion.

The crowd gasps as the green mist clouds Becky’s vision.

Kairi springs into action, leaping off the top rope with her Insane Elbow— a breathtaking sight that has the fans roaring in excitement. The impact sends Becky crashing to the mat, completely dazed.

Meanwhile, Asuka looks at you, who is still recovering outside the ring. With the adrenaline pumping, you shake off the cobwebs, rise to your feet, and quickly slide into the ring. Asuka pushes Becky towards the center of the ring, ensuring that you have a clear shot.

The referee, Slides up into the ring as well, as you lean towards the ropes and grab the ropes before jumping up to the third rope and executed a springboard moonsault on Becky perfectly and pin her. The referee starts to count.

“One! Two! Three!”

The bell rings, signaling the end of the match, and the crowd erupts in cheers and jeers. You have done it— you are the new Women’s World Champion!

As the referee raises your hand in victory, the Kabuki Warriors rush into the ring, grinning from ear to ear. Kairi wraps her arms around you in a tight hug, her eyes sparkling with joy.

Asuka, with her fierce persona softened by pride, holds up the Women’s Tag Team Championship.

Together, the trio stands tall in the ring, arms raised in celebration as the crowd chants your name. The moment is a powerful reminder of their unity and strength— showing that with the Kabuki Warriors by your side, you can overcome any challenge.

---

I'm thinking of doing an angst one.

[arachne4]

since you do guilty gear, any chance I could get a yandere Asuka with an fem autistic s/o? With a side order of NSFW if that’s okay?

yan!asuka x autistic!fem!reader

cw: yandere, nsfw, oral, does not follow canon, praise

never written for asuka before so if you guys got any tips let me know

SFW

Asuka is a rather quiet guy, never thought he'd be the type to obsess over anyone the way he does his work. But you're here now so he doesn't really have a choice to say no.

i think he would like to call you dear, nothing in canon says so but it would sound nice coming from his voice

I think he doesn't let on what he's feeling right away, always trying to be vague. Which can be exceedingly frustrating if you ever ask him about something

When it comes to how much he loves you though, once he finally admits it, it's the only straight answer you can get out of him. He rambles on and on about how he adores you, how he truly needs you to be in his life.

Think he's very handsy but very quiet, likes to cuddle up with you and nuzzle you and just not say anything.

Let's you rant to him about whatever you're interested in, he's very good at listening. Adores it when you do the same

Thinks it's cute when you stim

NSFW

Likes to look before he touches, makes you wait before he touches you. It's a treat for him to watch you quiver and whine out for him

Wants you to cum before he does, as I don't think his sex drive is crazy high, but always makes a big deal out of it. Quickies aren't his style unless you beg for it.

Vocal in bed, it's one of the main times where he gets to say just exactly how he wants and feels because it's about you. Whispering sweet nothings in your ear about how gorgeous you are, how he craves to be inside of you because he wants to feel close to you.

He could get rough if he really wanted to, but enjoys the more passionate side of lovemaking. Wants to leave hickeys all over you, high on your neck so everyone sees.

Might be a little of a tease, along with the looking thing he likes it when you beg him for anything, makes him feel loved. Doesn't like to make you wait for his love, but his need to hear you say you need him outweighs the good in him.

"a-asuka hurry up-"

Asuka didn't want to wait, he wanted to ravish you with his tongue. He kneeled between your legs, his eyes and mouth level with your practically drooling cunt.

"Have patience, dear." His fingers prodded and poked at your cunt, spreading you apart even wider. Slick was dripping down your legs, almost leaking onto the chair.

"please, asuka, don't make me wait-"

He huffed, looking up at you through his pretty eyelashes. Rubbing the insides of your thighs with his soft hands, a coy smile on his face.

"since you asked so nicely."

And without a second to breathe he dove straight in, tongue flicking at your clit and he sunk a finger in. It was all so overwhelming, it was just so fast. Your hand tangled into his hair, he wouldn't be happy if it was too messy. But getting to eat you out was a treat so he guessed he could let it go.

Sinking another finger into you, he stretched you even wider. Long fingers scissoring inside of you and spreading your cunt wider. Preparing you for what else you was happening tonight.

Need to write more actual oneshots more so I'm trying to include them in headcanons, tried to make him as yandere as possible but he's kinda chill in the games most of the time and I know I got other requests before this I just wanted to start writing it and ended up finishing it so yay!

[terabyteturtle]

🩵 Asuka Kazama SFW Alphabet 🩵

Oh my, this took way longer than it should have. Hope you like it!

This was requested by a Wattpad user.

Asuka is super affectionate regardless of where you are, but the way she displays it varies. In private, she's super cuddly, giving you tons of hugs and kisses. When you're in public, her affection becomes more playful; she'll hold your hand and swing it around, or she'll throw an arm around you and boop your nose. Sometimes, she'll even hop on your back and make you give her a piggyback ride. She also enjoys roughhousing, so expect lots of teasing, nudging, and playful punches when you're out together. Asuka is a passionate and outspoken person, so giving you affection is like second nature to her. She loves you, so it's only instinctual for her to show you that.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

B = Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Asuka is a social butterfly, so regardless of whether you're an introvert or an extrovert, it won't take long for the two of you to become friends. She's definitely the type of person who isn't afraid to step out of her comfort zone. Bike rides, karaoke nights, carnival trips—she'll invite you to do all sorts of lively stuff with her. Asuka is very energetic and curious about the world around her. She loves to try new things, and she wants to have those experiences with the people she's closest to. The friendship would probably start at school or out on the streets somewhere, with a group of people try to harass you. Asuka would step in, standing in front of you with her hands on her hips, and angrily tell them to back off. If they continue to be a problem, then she'll fight them, beat them without breaking a sweat, and check up on you to make sure you're okay. From that point onward, the two of you become extremely close. No matter what, you can always bet on Asuka's loyalty. In any situation, she's got your back.

C = Comfort (How do they comfort you? Are they good at it or are they kinda awkward? How do they like to be comforted?)

She'll try to cheer you up in the best way she knows how—pep talks. Asuka is the queen of pep talks, and if there's anyone who can help you feel happy and motivated again, it's her. Her positivity is incredibly contagious, so it's easy for her to make people smile. Every time you need comfort, she always tells you that if your negative feelings were a person, she'd punch 'em right in the face and teach them a lesson for making you feel this way. When it comes to uplifting speeches, Asuka has quite the way with words, giving you the boost you need to feel better. And, if all else fails, she'll be extra sweet and pamper you with all the essentials—blankets, sweets, and extra cuddles. Asuka herself likes to be comforted in the same way. She may be the queen of pep talks, but she needs one herself every once in a while. Plus, who could say no to treats and cuddles, all wrapped in a warm, fuzzy blanket? She certainly couldn't.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

She's still a high school student, so she hasn't really thought much about settling down. Right now, she's more focused on getting good grades and keeping peace on the streets. However, that doesn't mean she won't ever consider it in the future. In fact, she already crashes at your place twice a week (with her father's permission, of course). It's gotten to the point where you keep spare clothes and a toothbrush for her, ready and waiting. In terms of cooking, Asuka's pretty decent at it. She can't make anything too fancy, but she can prepare cute little bento boxes and make a package of instant ramen taste like it was sent from the heavens. She prefers to cook with you, as it's more fun for her than just doing it by herself. When it comes to cleaning, she's not the best. Because of her hectic everyday life, Asuka doesn't really put much thought into organizing stuff, so things usually wind up lying haphazardly around her room. Every couple weeks or so, she'll do a deep clean and tidy everything up, but it doesn't take long for things to return to their original state.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with you, how would they do it?)

Asuka's pretty serious about your relationship; as far as she's concerned, there's no ending in sight. However, if she did have to break it off, she'd try to do it as quickly and as painlessly as possible. She'd definitely tell you that it has nothing to do with you, that it's just a personal thing with herself. Asuka will try to keep the mood light, which she understands is not an easy task. She'll say plainly that she's lost feelings for you, but will give you tons of reassurance, telling you that you'll find someone who works better for you. She'll wish to remain friends afterward, which sucks if you're still in love with her. On the bright side, things will never get awkward between you. She'll keep making an effort to speak with you and maintain a strong friendship, and soon enough, you'll both be able to move past it.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Commitment isn't something she thinks about all that often. Asuka's a busy girl, so she doesn't really get to sit back and think that far ahead. She's one to live life for the moment, and there are a lot of things that she isn't sure about. One thing she is sure of, though, is that she loves you more than life itself. Asuka wants to be with you for the rest of her life. She doesn't really care what happens next, as long as you're by her side. Whether you end up getting married or not, she definitely wants to make sure that your relationship continues strongly.

G = Gentle (How tender are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Physically, it depends on how she's feeling. If Asuka's in a light, playful mood, then she'll be a little rougher. In this state, she's more likely to roughhouse with you, and her hugs will feel more like tackles, nearly knocking you off your feet. If she's chilled out, Asuka will be a lot gentler. Emotionally, it's the exact same way. When she's upbeat and carefree, she'll be brasher and more dynamic, but if she's calm or if she sees that you're feeling down, she'll be softer and less forthright.

H = Hugs n' Cuddles (Do they like hugs/cuddles? What are they like? How often do they happen?)

Asuka loves hugs and cuddles! Her hugs feel like warm, fuzzy blankets being thrown over you, and it's amazing. She likes giving you bear hugs, wrapping her arms tightly around you and squeezing until you feel like your spine is gonna break. When you guys are cuddling, Asuka likes to lay on top of you, resting her head on your chest. Hugs happen every day, as she greets you with one whenever she sees you. Cuddling, on the other hand, happens less often, usually occurring when she stays over at your place. After a long day, all she wants to do is relax and spend time with you, so cuddling is a must. Just don't be surprised if she ends up falling asleep on you.

I = I Love You (How quickly do they tell you they love you?)

She actually says it fairly quickly. You guys will just be having a normal conversation, and then suddenly, she nonchalantly drops those three words, as if it's just a casual phrase to say. It would take you a couple of seconds to process it, but once you do, you couldn't be happier. Asuka might have been as cool as a cucumber when she said this, but she means it wholeheartedly. In her mind, she knows she loves you, so why wait to say it? Why not just tell you so you're aware of her feelings? Honesty is key in a relationship, and Asuka is more than happy to be honest about her love for you. 

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?)

On a scale of 1 to 10, she's about a 5. She's not at all concerned about you leaving her (because she knows she's awesome), nor does she care about somebody attempting to hit on you (because she can just tell them you're taken). What she does care about, however, is how close someone is getting to your personal space. People getting too close to you is a big no-no for her. Seeing someone invade your personal space bubble sets off alarm bells in her head. As soon as Asuka sees that, she is standing right beside you with her hands on her hips, eyeing the other person up and down. Eventually, if things carry on for a little too long, she'll grab your hand and hastily break you away from the conversation. Unless it's Lili. In that case, she's ready to throw hands.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Asuka's kisses are usually small, quick, and simple, as those come more naturally to her. She likes keeping things low-key and casual. Unless you two are alone and the moment is right, it's rare for her to give you deeper, more intimate kisses. Asuka wants to save those for special occasions, as they make the moment more romantic for her. She uses them sparingly because she's worried that it would cheapen their value otherwise, and she wants each deep kiss to feel just as perfect as the last. She likes giving you quick pecks on the cheek the most, but sometimes she'll go for your nose or lips as well. As for herself, Asuka loves it when you kiss her temple. In her eyes, it's something subtle and sweet, a spot you can have access to from multiple different angles. Whether you're standing in front of her, behind her, or off to the side, you'll be able to kiss it.

L = Little Ones (How are they around children and what are their thoughts on them?)

Asuka is great with kids! She's so energetic and fun to be around that they take an instant liking to her. She adopts a big sister role whenever she interacts with a kid, always listening and taking interest in what they have to say. She's cool with them for the most part, but if they speak out of turn, then they better be prepared for a good scolding. With Asuka around, you know for sure that the kid is in good hands. She likes kids a lot but hasn't really thought about having some with you. Again, Asuka has a lot to focus on currently and feels as though it's too soon to consider something that important. She might think about it later on, though.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Oh, be prepared. You both have to wake up early for school, and she wants both of you to get up together. On an average day, Asuka will be at her own house, so the most you have to worry about is a phone call. If she stays over at your place, however, she'll wake you up in the most hyperactive way possible. She'll tear the blankets off of you, grab you by the wrists, and drag you out of bed, singing the latest J-pop tune at the top of her lungs. She'll want to cook breakfast with you, but if you're not feeling up for it, she'll make you both bowls of cereal. Once you're finished with those, you'll both hop on your bikes and head for school. Getting to school by yourself isn't that bad, but with Asuka there, it's a chaotic nightmare. If she lands herself into a street fight on the way there, you guys will definitely be late.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights are way more chill than mornings. Between school, street fighting, and having to ride her bike everywhere, Asuka's average day is super draining. When the sun sets and the sky gets dark, all she wants to do is relax. When she's with you, she'll find some way to cuddle you, no matter what you're doing. If you guys are studying or doing homework together, Asuka will be snuggled up next to you on the couch, with a blanket draped over her shoulders. If you're cooking together, she'll hug you from behind and rest her cheek on your back. She'll still tease you, but depending on how tired she is, it's far more minimal. Don't be surprised if she falls asleep on you at some point. You don't mind; you think she looks adorable.

O = Open (At what point would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or take their time with it?)

Asuka's a very open and honest person, so it wouldn't take long for her to open up about herself. She doesn't have anything to hide, and if she already trusts you enough to be in a relationship with her, then she'll trust you with pretty much anything she has to throw at you. Once she gets in a relationship with you, you'll have her heart forever. She's loyal to a fault, and she trusts that you'll be the same with her. When it comes to telling you stuff, she does it in spurts. At random points in time, she'll just drop a whole bunch about herself, then ask you to follow suit. For example, if she talks about some of her favorite food combos, she'll ask you about yours. If she tells you about the most embarrassing moment she's ever had, she won't stop bugging you until you tell her yours. Asuka finds you interesting, and she wants to know as much about you as possible. Again, if she trusts you, she wants to make sure you trust her.

P = Patience (How patient are they?)

Asuka's patience level varies depending on who she's interacting with. If she's talking with someone who is positive, kind, and fun to be around, then she'll have a ton of patience with them. If she's talking to someone who is negative, rude, and entitled, then she's quick to get angry or frustrated. In other words, her patience adapts and matches the energy of those around her. The same goes for you. Because she loves you, Asuka tries her best to be patient with you, but her patience will vary depending on how you act around her. If you're chilled out and going with the flow, or you're just super happy and agreeable, then she'll have a lot of patience. But if you're angry and taking it out on her, or if you're being stubborn about something, then she'll snap back and return it. Asuka's patience is very much like a boomerang; what goes around comes around. 

Q = Quizzes (How much do they remember about you? Do they remember every detail or kinda forget everything?)

Asuka is not the best at remembering stuff. Luckily for you, she makes a good habit of writing things down somewhere, whether it be a page in her notebook or a sticky note on her desk. In fact, she has a whole notebook dedicated to you. She's not a creepy stalker or anything; it's just so that she has a place to put down stuff worth remembering. Maybe it's a funny story you told her, or a gift idea you mentioned in passing. Whatever it is, she wants to be able to remember it. Asuka knows that she can barely recall stuff off the top of her head, so she likes to have it as a failsafe. It's pretty much a full-on diary at this point; she pours her heart out onto every page, saying the sweetest things about you.

R = Remember (What is one of the most important moments of your relationship?)

One of the most important moments for her was easily when she had you meet her father. The three of you went to a local, casual restaurant and had dinner there. Her father took an instant liking to you, and you guys talked about whatever came to mind. He went out of his way to embarrass his daughter, telling hilarious stories about her from when she was younger. Initially, Asuka got irritated and gave him a hard nudge with her elbow, but when she saw the wholesome way you smiled at her, she instantly felt better. The three of you had a wonderful time, and Asuka was very happy to see you and her father get along so well.

S = Security (How protective are they and how would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

It depends on where you are. If you're in a safe area, then she won't be worried about anything. But if you're out on the streets, especially near her hometown, she'll get pretty protective. Asuka will protect you with whatever means necessary. If she has to get into a fight to defend you, then so be it. She likes fighting anyway, so it's really no trouble at all. When it comes to being protected, Asuka can be stubborn. She knows she's strong and independent, and she's perfectly capable of handling herself. If something threatens either of you, she'll want to take the situation into her own hands. However, although she won't admit it, she wants you to be there by her side. Even though she wants to do all the fighting herself, Asuka wants to know that you'll be there to patch her up if she needs it. The knowledge that you'll do whatever it takes to help her is enough to make her feel safe.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, etc?)

Asuka wouldn't really put much effort into dates. She prefers things that are fun and casual, like going for bike rides or visiting amusement parks and festivals. She believes that it shouldn't take much effort to find something that you both enjoy, especially when she keeps your likes and dislikes jotted down in a notebook. When it comes to anniversaries, Asuka tries a little harder, putting some extra thought and time into planning it. Additionally, she'll go to extra lengths to ask for your input on things. Anniversaries are monumental occasions, and she wants to make sure that they're special for both of you. When it comes to gifts, this is another thing that Asuka won't really put much effort into. A lot of times, she'll just buy things that make her think of you, or she'll refer back to her notebook for ideas.

U = Ugly (What are some bad habits of theirs?)

Asuka has a bad habit of being reckless. Sometimes, she'll suddenly barge through your door with a couple of scratches and bruises from being involved in a street fight. She's never had any serious injuries, thank goodness, but you always have to remind her to be careful. Additionally, she also has a tendency to make assumptions and jump to conclusions, which sometimes leads to miscommunication between you two.

V = Values (What do they value in a partner?)

Asuka values someone who trusts her as much as she trusts them. As mentioned before, she is loyal to a fault, but she wants to make sure that the person she trusts also returns the favor. She doesn't want to invest time and care into someone who won't reciprocate. Asuka also wants someone who truly cares for her well-being. Although she can act stubborn when someone worries about her, she really appreciates it deep down. It makes her happy to know that, no matter what, she'll have someone by her side.

W = Wedding (How are they on the big day? How do they help plan it out? Are they emotional or stoic?)

When the big day comes around, Asuka can not be more excited. She's more energetic than usual, and she will help you out with everything. Her goal is to make every part of the process as amazing and stress-free as possible. After all, what's the fun of having a wedding if you're all stressed out while planning it? It's an important event, sure, but it should be something that makes you both happy every step of the way. When the two of you finally stand together, face-to-face, Asuka can hardly wait to kiss you. She has to put all her effort into containing herself, or else she'll be jumping up and down repeatedly. When it's finally time to kiss each other, she nearly tackles you to the ground, putting every ounce of passion into it.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them)

She calls you a moron a lot. It's practically become a pet name at this point.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they can't stand, both in a partner and in general?)

Asuka can not stand anyone who is negative or overly pessimistic. If you struggle with depression or something else that makes positivity difficult for you, that's different. She just hates those who purposely try to see the bad in everything. She also has a strong distaste for people who put others down for their own enjoyment or think they're entitled to everything. Asuka has a strong sense of justice, so anyone lacking good morals or values leaves a bad taste in her mouth.

Z = Zzz (What are some sleep habits of theirs?)

Asuka is absolutely adorable when she's asleep. She's always cuddling something, whether it be you or a nearby pillow, and she has a soft snore. Contrary to what you might think, she actually doesn't move around all that often. Asuka likes sleeping on her side, but sometimes she'll shift over to her stomach throughout the night. She'll often mutter in her sleep, but it's never too loud. You're not really sure what she's saying, but you could've sworn that you heard your name and "moron" in the same sentence, which is not at all surprising if that's the case.

[edgessunflower]

Snow angels

Pairing: Bayley x Fem reader x Asuka

Description: You and your girlfriends make snow angels after waking up to find snow everywhere outside

The first thing that you see when you wake up is light shining through the room peeking out the window to see snow everywhere giggling as you make breakfast smiling when Bayley and Asuka join you on the couch. After eating and enjoying some episodes of George Lopez before the three of you bundle up in gloves, scarfs, coats, and hats running outside like kids laughing before a chaotic snowball fight breaks out taking cover behind a tree until things calmed down shaking snow off yourselves before falling in the snow face first making a snow angel while giggling which makes the girls laugh as they watch you not knowing that bayley recorded the weird snow angel followed by you getting up and all of you making angels next to each other as it starts to lightly snow laughing as you catch snowflakes on your tongue starting to feel cold wash over you as you make more snow angels with the girls laughing over you as it grew darker overtime and a bit colder before heading back inside. You head straight for the shower feeling the cold disappear as soon as the warm water streamed down your body turning to putty as warmth floods through you while the girls changed and stood or sat in front of the heater in the bedroom wrapping you in a blanket after you got dressed enjoying freshly baked chocolate chips and hot cocoa in bed watching The Holiday as it grows darker outside feeling asuka's hands on your shoulders while bayley slept on the other side of you watching tv and eating noodles together before falling asleep in bed wrapped together along with bayley under the big comforter.

[cosmo-estelar]

Eaí? can u imagine I'm also a fellow brazilian? I'm here to say that your english has no flaws at all and i loooveee your writing! ✩ if it's not too much of an annoyance, can i request relationship headcanons with Asuka Langley Soryu from evangelion? Reader can be gender neutral or female, whatever you want. Can the headcanons be like, how you meet and how it's like when we start dating and what do we do together and all if you don't mind? Your writing is fabulous ✩ wishing you the best!!!

Apologies for the delay! This month has been busy for me.

•By also piloting an Eva naturally introduces you to others who also pilot an Eva, getting to know Asuka from there and developing a relationship with her.

• Asuka is agitated and with a strong temper, being difficult but not impossible to relate to her, with patience and willpower you end up seeing that she is not that bad and has a very sweet side.

•Your relationship developed over time and as your feelings grew, you started dating, which was really good for you and Asuka.

• Asuka becomes more sweet and open with you and reveals intimate things but some things she still can't tell you yet and you respect that.

• Asuka's encounters are mostly in busy and lively places, being rare in calm places, these encounters are invigorating, being very fun and competitive.

• Asuka always makes it clear to people that you're dating and isn't shy about showing your relationship in public, she loves it when you compliment her and likes to brag about her Eva piloting skills.

• It's clear that Asuka is calmer and that she matures a lot after you started dating and Misato always teases her, making her embarrassed and very angry.

[harventheblorbo]

I loved your asuka r kreutz x reader! Please could I get small headcanons of Asuka with a crush on reader? Like would he be effortless, a kluts around them, woukd Sol and Aria help a guy out with him?

Asuka r kreutz having a crush on the reader and how it would look like!

Oml he would start stuttering everytime that he would talk to you. As much as he tries to pull himself together, he just can't help but get his mind occupied by you and start blushing a little bit.

Definitely loves to listen to you rant about your day whilst you're in his space as he works on different things. Sometimes he ruins random stuff just listening to you and how his buttery fly's start to kick in, leaving him to forget what he was actually doing for a second.

Whenever you ask him to help you with a science project for college, he imagines it as a study date in his mind. He feels lucky to have someone into science as much as he is.

When he's by himself in his lab, he'll play romantic songs and smile as he thinks about you. Asuka would also be the type to make a playlist that makes him think about you.

There's no way that he's head over heels for you. And he can't wait for the day that he tells you that he loves you from the moon and back.

Aria would be the first to notice and gossip to Sol about it. Aria would go to you and ask if you have a interest in asuka, and she'll help by giving you advice on how to ask him out if you do have the same feelings.

Sol would go to asuka and basically tell him that he's a pussycat if he doesn't go ask. But he would give some advice on how to man up and tell his feelings for you.

[cinamintyy]

Am I pretty enough for your portfolio?

Request:

A/N: Decided to do something different from what I usually do with my requests. So it's not in headcannon form.

CW: Cussing, male reader (duh).

"Asuka stop it, you're in front of the photo."

You say while trying to snap a photo of some flowers for your camera. You loved taking Asuka on these trips. You did, it's just that she always tried to photo-bomb your photos. You wouldn't mind as much if you weren't so lazy as to delete the photo-bombed photos. "I don't get what's so pretty about flowers anyway." She grumbles. "Flowers are universally loved, I especially love them. Don't you think it's odd that you don't get why they're pretty?" You tease her. Despite knowing her reaction, she hates being teased despite doing it herself. "That's not the point dumbass! I'm just saying I think I'd be good enough for your portfolio." Ohhh, so that's what this was about. "Asuka, if you want me to take a photo of you, just say." Silence filled the air for a brief second. "I never said that. Don't put words in my mouth!" She said, and you stood up. "You see that tree surrounded by flowers over there? Stand to the right of it and lean your front against it." Silence "Why?" She asked using skepticism to hide her excitement. "Just do it." She sighed with faux-annoyance and did it, but you could tell she was ecstatic about this. She assumed position, and you prepared your camera before taking pictures of her from different angles. "All done, come see." She practically skipped to look at the photos and was uncharacteristically silent while looking at them, which she never was unless she was amazed. But Asuka being herself, her smugness came very soon. "I'm such a good model, aren't I pretty enough for your portfolio Mr.Photographer?" You chuckled before kissing her forehead. "Yes, yes you are."

[sl33paholics]

Passion's Palette

Akira Fudo x succubus!black!F!reader

Warning(s): smut, smut, smut, idk what else to add here, monster fucking, nipple play, bros about to explode

"Shitttt mannn...!!!"

You let out a slurty giggle as you watched your boyfriend dig his large nails into your hips, having you slide down his thighs as you released some weight from his pelvis by leaning back and supporting yourself on his thighs as well, you felt the muscles under his skin twitch in response to your movement.

Feeling the guy aggressively buck his hips up, drilling your soaked pussy open with his hard cock made you even more wetter than before, making the hot sticky sensation feel even better. Akira's sloppy and erratic movements made his cock spring out of your tight hole like it was on its own accord, now twitching between your ass cheeks. You had to bite your lip to hold back another round of giggles that threatened to escape from your mouth as Akira was salivating pretty hard.

Akira wasn't here. Well, he was, but he wasn't here mentally. Too pussy drunk and consumed by lust to give you any sort of thought or attention whatsoever. As if you used your poeers to finally give you some dick, which, of course you did. Akira's mind was focused solely on fucking you senseless for hours without stopping, which meant that his dick was fully engorged, making him push it back inside of your hot pussy while you rode him. It was pretty fucking hot, you couldn't lie.

You fluttered your (e/c) eyes shut at his movements and moaned as he pressed his thumb down harder on your swollen clit, the friction between your two bodies burning hotter than anything else could, you felt so damn good and you wanted nothing more then to cum just from the way he was fucking you.

"Come....ngh...here..." Your boyfriend slurred, you leaned in feeling your chests touch each other your lips touched his, kissing you roughly. You felt him lick at your tongue while sucking on yours, you moaned again when he sucked at your top lip, Akira moved the tip of his tongue out to taste you as your mouth separated from one another. "Ssshhh...so good," He whispered against your lips. "So fuckin good..!" You mumbled, your voice thick with lust. Akira's lips trailed kisses down your neck, leaving wet red love bites in their wake and leaving you breathless.

You continued to ride him like crazy , moaning and letting out whimpers of pleasure and excitement. You heard his groan of approval mixed with your own muffled gasps. The sound only spurred you on more. You grinded your pelvis against him in a steady rhythm, getting yourself closer to release. The feeling of his hands on your lower thighs, digging his fingers into you slowly, caused you to squirm, your hips jerking to get more friction. It was going to happen soon. You were already close to the edge, and you could feel it in the air.

"You ready for this big ass nut?" Akira asked huskily. You heard his tone of voice turn cocky almost immediately, your eyes shot open, looking at him with a heated gaze. You nodded vigorously. "Fuck yeah I am! Make me cum...!!" You screamed, Akira's face broke out into a wide grin and he gave your hips one last thrust.

Akira woke up in cold sweat. He breathed heavily through his mouth, his heart pounding wildly against his rib cage. He ran his hand through his hair, staring down at his naked form. His sheets were drenched in sweat, and a sticky substance fell onto his hand. Looking up, he was in disbelief. Akira painted his ceiling.

It didn't help that he heard the door knob rattle, and he froze, with you walking in the room. "Oh, you're awake now." You said, seeing your boyfriend sitting in bed with a flushed face, sweat dripping around his body, his tanned skin glistening under the bright morning light coming from your window. A confused look plastered your face before looking up and seeing the huge mess. "What the FUCK is that?!" You screeched.

Akira blinked. He honestly didn't know what to say. "Uh..uh..I..." He stammered.

You began going on and on and on, Akira couldn't be bothered to listen to your rants about what he just did to his ceiling. He plopped his head back on the pillow, letting out a huge sigh. "God damnit..." He was so fucked.

[dollwrites]

ᴊᴏʏʀɪᴅᴇ ! ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ʀʏᴏ ᴀsᴜᴋᴀ

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader, noncon, gun kink ( gun fucking ), depictions of car wrecks / injuries, mild humiliation / degradation, use of the word rape, what a strange encounter lol. all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰 ∣ act five [ object stimulation ]

your heart was pounding hard against your ribs. right foot pressing down on the pedal. the engine revs louder, practically roaring in your ears, and the photo-white sports car tore down the dark asphalt. the road was slick, and the windshield wipers worked furiously to clear your few of the rain that seemed to pour endlessly from a hole ripped in the night sky.

this wouldn’t have been your first pick for a low profile— a foreign car that most people could only dream of being able to afford, but it was the only one that was unlocked. the only car with the keys in the visor, that fell quite literally into your lap when you flipped it down. but, you still needed to disappear, and the owner had most definitely reported it stolen already, so you avoided main highways. you kept the headlights off, and sped through the darkness on the least traveled backroad that you could find that would wind its way, lacking streetlights and attention, towards the airport. you knew very well that you’d have to abandon the car about six kilometers from there, and hoof it the rest of the way, but you still had a ways to go. twenty kilometers, maybe.

your mind had been so scrabbled with thoughts of escaping, starting a new life, and putting this one behind you that you hadn’t even turned on the radio. perhaps you should; it probably would’ve eased the stiff tension, but you’re grateful you hadn’t. that way, you were able to hear a low growling. one that was approaching from the rear, gradually growing louder. your eyes flit from the hardly visible road to the rear view, stomach twisting into knots as you saw twin lights behind you. still a ways back, but it seemed as if they’d appeared out of thin air.

sucking your lower lip into your mouth, your brows knit together and you press harder on the gas. RPMs slightly bumping up, the roar of your own engine exploded through the night air and you could see the headlights behind you dimming. you felt a wave of relief wash over you— but such a thing was short lived.

because the vehicle tailing you also snarled and sped up. the headlights grew brighter and brighter the closer it got, as if being reeled closer and closer to your bumper, and you felt your stomach flip over when the headlights flickered brightly, twice.

this was a chase.

the cops!

“Shit, shit, shit!” you hissed to yourself, pressing your foot down further. you could feel the floorboard on the other side. even as you gripped the steering wheel tightly, you could feel the wobble. with the roads so slippery, and the winds from the storm so fierce, Mother Nature threatened you with a crash. you’d never driven a car that would go this fast, either, so experience was not on your side.

still, you were determined to get away, and there’s no way in hell that a squad car could keep up with this speed… was there?

your heart sank to your stomach as your pursuer stays right on your bumper, headlights nearly kissing it, with ease. how was this possible?! with your anxiety turned up to one hundred, and no more pedal to stomp on with it pressed all the way to the floor, you stared back at the pitch blackness before you, trying to keep the car between the ditches at the very least as the wipers pushed a waterfall of diamonds that obstructed your view around the glass. the car moaned and swerved, and your fingers clamped harder around the wheel to attempt to keep her steady, but nothing could compare you for what came next.

speeding by the yellow sign so quickly that you almost didn’t see the hairpin curve warning until the silver guardrails sparkled from the blinding rays in your mirrors. no, no, no! you wanted to scream it out, but you hadn’t the time to form the words before fires were squealing, the unfamiliar car protesting with a stubborn swerve. you took a stupid chance and looked into the rear view once more, in hopes that the hunter on your ass wasn’t able to maneuver. only to find that, instead, the driver had sped into the middle, straddling the divider, with their headlights parallel to your back tires. it took you a moment to realize what the car intended by getting in this position, but by the time you had, you had no time to brace for the impact.

CRUNCH!

in the blink of an eye, you were spinning. your hands slipped from the steering wheel and instead attempted to shield your face. the speed at which the smallest bump sent you spiraling was sickening. your stomach leapt up to the base of your throat. after what seemed like an eternity twirling, the car collided into the silver barrier. the impact slammed your head into the window beside you, you felt it fracture from the force against your temple, and the sudden pain causes a blackout. your vision went dark, and rubies dribbled from the wound by your hairline.

sizzling.

no, hissing. you force your lids to give way, though they feel as if they each weigh a ton. clouds of thick, gray smoke bellows out from beneath a crumpled white hood, marred by thick, black skids. your eyelids droop, and you slump against the window. it wasn’t shattered, but breaks spiderwebbed out from the point of impact where you lay. your breath, albeit labored, is the faintest sound you hear. a car door catches your attention. one that slams. and then slow, steady footsteps. boot soles crunching over broken glass. getting closer. everything within you is screaming to move. to fling the door open and throw yourself out onto the asphalt. to run. crawl if you have to. but you’re too disoriented. nauseous from the spinning. dizzy from hitting your head. you can’t muster enough control over your own body to move it.

and you don’t have to.

the latch on the door clicks, and suddenly, you’re poured from the driver’s seat out of the car. your seatbelt must’ve snapped— or, perhaps, you’d never buckled it when you got in. you couldn’t remember right now. your head swam, and your writhed on the ground, flipping over on to your back. rain splatters cold on your face, and drenches your clothes, sticking your top to your curves, running down your bare legs as you try to pull them up into a bend. “Ggg…gh…” it’s nowhere near a coherent word, but a gurgle as your eyelids flutter. raindrops blurred your vision whenever you attempted to open them completely, but you could see a smear of white looming over you— just the right size to be a person. but not one wearing any sort of uniform. on the contrary, he must’ve been wearing a trench coat. white, because the rain had begun to sink through it, as well. giving it a translucent appearance around his shoulders and biceps. “Ah— are you a cop…?” it was the only thing you could ask, perplexed by his appearance. golden hair, piercing blue eyes, and his lips were in a thin line, unbothered and distant.

“No.” the answer is so abrupt that it catches you off guard, even in your dazed state, and you peer up at him, perplexed, as he slides a slender hand into his coat, fishing around for something.

“Then, why did you—“ your breath catches in your throat when a sleek, black barrel is staring back at you, inches from your face, water careening off it. “Sh— shit…!” you’d never expected a gun, and most certainly not a machine gun. how the hell did he get his hands on one of those?! “Don’t!” your hands fall back against the cold concrete in complete surrender, your body as flush to the ground as you can make it, your hazy gaze trained fully on the gun that hovers just in front of your lips. if you were to try and sit up, you would kiss it, so you stayed still, except for the involuntary tremble that washed over your cold, dripping body.

“You’re a pathetic, quivering excuse for a car thief,” he replies, pushing the barrel close enough to graze across your lips. you whimper and turn your head, closing your eyes tightly, expecting any moment for a bullet to come blazing out from the gun’s depths and tear a hole through your skull. he must be the owner of the car, you deduct, even in your fear-crazed mind. “Aren’t you sorry?” he taunts, the barrel tracing the line of your jaw. “Look at what you did to my car.”

the rain is pounding down on your face so hard that his soft, almost monotone voice is all but inaudible. you squint against the dribbling into your eyes blurring your vision, staring at the crumpled up soda can that was once a dazzling sports car. oh, shit. your stomach churns, your legs shaking as you push your feet on the asphalt. your flip flops slide against your soles, the throng threatening to slip as you try to squirm out from underneath the gun. “Yes!” you chime with a broken mewl, nodding vigorously. “Y—yes, I’m so… so, so sorry! Please, please, I’ll pay for the damages—“

he laughs out loud. throwing a soaking, blond mop back and bellowing out to the crying clouds. “You will, will you?! With what cash??” he was still chuckling when his sapphire gaze falls back upon you, wild and sparkling even in the dark of night. it nearly ceases your heart in your chest at just how… wicked he looked. taking a step closer, his boots crush small pebbles and shards of glass as they plant themselves on either side of your feet. the barrel lingers on your face for only a moment longer before it descends, dragging along the neckline of your dress, tugging it down to expose one of your breasts. his eyes follow the gun’s lead, drinking in the sight of your mound glistening with rain and a pert, stubborn bud. “Are you hiding hundreds of thousands under that dress of yours?” the barrel circles your nipple, causing your back to arch, and you chew on your lower lip, giving a sheepish shake of your head. “Then how will you pay me back?” he asks, his eyes drifting lower than your chest, and settling on the way the rain drenches the bunched up fabric of your skirt on your crotch, outlining your hips and your clenched thighs, creating a pleasant Y.

you weren’t stupid. you knew what he was implying, and you thought you knew what he wanted from you. hell, you would’ve given it to him, too, if that meant he wouldn’t kill you over this damn car. “I— I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Whatever I want…” he hums, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth as he considers the offer. careening the barrel of the machine gun lower, it peeks underneath your skirt at the knee, and with a little push, he’s nudged your shuddering thighs apart and pushes the end against your panties— a flimsy resistance. you grunt at the discomfort ( and fear that the slickness of the metal might cause his finger to slip ), but stare up at him with a pleading, helpless gaze. “Do you know what I want from you, little mouse?”

you shook your head, trying to play coy and innocent, which elicits a scoff from the armed man.

“I want to hear you beg for your life.”

your heart drops into your stomach, “W—What?”

“You heard me,” he replies, as if it were the most normal request in the world. “Beg to live. If you sound pathetic enough, I might even grant your wish. After all, I have a soft spot for strays.”

“Please! I want to live,” you start, your heart thumping harder against your rib cage. you still couldn’t move from your back on the ground, and your head was spinning with all the possibilities of how this encounter could end. your voice broke as you pled for him to show you mercy. “Please, please don’t kill me, I will do whatever you want… !” in a deft motion, the barrel slips beneath your wet panties, and runs slow, taunting laps between your netherlips as you speak. you have to swallow the saliva pooling in the floor of your mouth. you wanted to be sick at this unfamiliar sensation of cold metal heating up as he coats it in your slick. “L—let me prove it, please. I will prove it to you. A—anything!!” his eyes flicker up to yours, and a dubious grin etches his lips upwards as he gives the gun a little push, and the barrel slips inside of you. your back arches off the ground, and you clench your teeth with a light hiss, knitting your brows together. “Nn…ghh?”

but he only seems more overjoyed with your discomfort, pumping the first, few inches of the barrel into you with slow, deep thrusts. “Take it,” he ushers, golden tendrils glowing like a dripping halo stuck to his forehead. “If you want to live, you’ll take it just like a cock.”

one of your hands presses against the asphalt, whilst the other starts to reach between your legs, stopping against your belly. you couldn’t pry it out of you without upsetting your assailant, so you clench your fist against the fabric of your skirt, feeling how heavily saturated with water it was. “Fff— fuck…” there was supposed to be a you after the expletive, but you couldn’t bring yourself to finish the insult. though you were scared of angering him, you were also trying to push past how unnatural the hard metal felt sliding in between your spasming, spongy walls, unyielding as it barreled into you at such a steady pace. he didn’t speed up or slow down, keeping the same rhythm, even as your arousal started to build ( much to your dismay ) and you began to squirm and rock into it. he seemed almost… robotic. as if he could fuck you with this gun all night.

“Your cunt’s getting slippery.” he notes, matter of factly. it made you cringe, the way he announced the state of you as simply as if a check engine sign had flashed up on his dashboard during a long drive, and he pushes into you with a little more force, sliding another inch inside in the process. the solid edge punches at a sensitive nerve bundle, and your breath catches in your throat, killing a helpless yowl. “You’re starting to like it. Sick. You must be completely deranged.” but he was grinning like the cheshire cat as he teased you, the strap that would’ve been hooked on his shoulder slapping against his waist as he drills the weapon into your tender sex. “What’s next? Do you want to cum with your pussy stretching around my gun?”

you want to say no. jesus, you want to scream it. however, the look on his face tells you all you need to know. he wants you to. maybe just for the sick thrill of it all, not even for his own gratification. so, begrudgingly, you nod, and he howls with laughter again, like a happy hyena. “Beg for it, then.”

your jaw works, your couplet almost unable to form the words. the fucking he was giving you was numbing your mind to a point, the repetitive, deep prodding of metal into your guts made them twist into knots. “P—please,” you hiss against clenched teeth, your eyes helpless and doelike. “Please can I cum on your…. On your gun?” as much as you didn’t want to, you humped into his movements, driving yourself closer to the edge as you rasp out the plea.

he doesn’t answer, not verbally, but the way he jams the weapon into you with more precision, aiming specifically for that spot that made your muscles clench, you know he’s telling you ‘go on. do it.’

and surprisingly, it doesn’t take long.

a couple of ragged breaths and whimpers later, and you were overcome by an orgasm that seemed more aggressive than any you’d had before. like it wasn’t the making of your own body, but this stranger had created it simply to torment you even more than violating you with a gun could. you trembled and groaned, rolled against the wet ground, smearing dirt and grime across your skin and your clothes before you came to.

meanwhile, he seemed overjoyed. with a pleased sigh, he withdraws the barrel from your sex, and waves it around, admiring the slick coating that makes it gleam. “Deranged and messy,” he murmurs, before aiming it at your face again, but this time, he drags the barrel that smells like your lust across your cheek, tilting your head up to stare at him from your helpless bed of concrete and broken glass. “You like to ruin my toys, don’t you, little mouse?” his voice is dangerously low, and he hisses with a devil’s edge. “Give it a kiss and say ‘thank you, Ryo, for making me a messy, little rapedoll.’”

your lips are moving before your brain catches up, planting a kiss against the barrel. you have to stop yourself from allowing your tongue to loll out and swipe a taste of your pussy from the metal. rain flooding your open mouth as you gurgle out, verbatim, “T—thank you, Ryo. For making me… a messy… little… rapedoll.”

“Mhm.” he hums, slipping the gun back under his drenched trench coat before taking a step back to admire his handiwork. “That snatch of yours will make whoever picks you up off the side of the road a happy man.” that was the last thing Ryo said to you, before he turned on his heels, his boots stomping back to his vehicle. you’d already closed your bleary eyes when he revs the engine. tires bark close enough to you for you to feel the heat and smell the burnt rubber before the vehicle speeds like a bullet into the dark, leaving you alone and broken, replaying what happened to you over and over.

[masterchef901]

I've had a long and stressful day at work so if any pattern-seeking bloggers out there are somehow interested in a diagram detailing the common qualities among the fixations of this pattern-seeking blogger I have spent the last hour compiling them into a helpful-if-horrifying mangled venn diagram:

If anyone is able to identify an instance of Soft Deranged Failurehood that importantly lacks any Bosshood, please know that Science eagerly awaits your contribution.

CONCLUSIONS:

People who say 4-way Venn diagrams don't work are cowards.

Cats are complete beings. Humanity introduces only impurities.

[south-of-heaven]

Damage Ctrl x reader

When asuka turns on biancas team reader goes with her even tho she’s honestly terrified of damage control and when they both join damage control they all grow really really close then you can decide what else happens or just leave it there beacauseee idk

Not so bad || Damage CTRL x Reader

Summary: Maybe joining Damage CTRL isn't so bad.

You stand in the ring, nervously watching the chaos unfold. Asuka has just turned on Bianca, misting her in the face and aligning herself with the formidable team known as Damage CTRL. The fear of repercussions gnaws at you, as Damage CTRL is infamous for their ruthlessness.

However, to your surprise, Asuka motions for you to join her. The others in the group—Kairi, Iyo, Bayley, Dakota—they're are eyeing you, but there's no malice in their gaze. Tentatively, you step forward, aligning yourself with Asuka and the intimidating faction.

The initial tension eases as Asuka welcomes you, her demeanor changing from the fierce warrior to a friend. Iyo, with her infectious enthusiasm, offers you a reassuring smile. Kairi, Bayley, and Dakotai, who you expected to be adversaries, extend an olive branch rather than a threat.

As the days pass, you realize that Damage CTRL is not the nightmare you anticipated. Instead, it becomes a family of sorts. The camaraderie among the members is palpable, and you find yourself growing close to Asuka, Kairi, Io, Bayley, and Dakota.

Training sessions become moments of shared laughter. The fear you once felt transforms into a sense of security. You discover that Damage CTRL isn't just about chaos; it's about loyalty, support, and unity. Each member brings something unique to the table, and you're welcomed into the fold with open arms.

Asuka, the catalyst for your integration, becomes a mentor and a friend. Iyo's infectious positivity brightens your days. Kairi's intensity becomes a source of inspiration, while Bayley's leadership offers guidance. Dakota Kai's toughness is balanced by a surprising warmth.

Together, you navigate the tumultuous world of professional wrestling, realizing that the fear you harbored was unfounded. Damage CTRL is not just a force to be reckoned with; it's a bond that transcends the squared circle. And in the heart of it, you find not just allies, but genuine friendships that make the unpredictable world of wrestling a little less daunting.

[adalricus]

Hey good to have you back, can I have headcanons for how asuka shikinami, rei ayanami, misato and kaworu deal when it's obvious someone else is attracted to their s/o

AAAAAAHHHH I love this so much

Asuka Shikinami:

☆I'm not going to put it any other way

☆Asuka SORYU would have been all pouty and get devastated at a distance. She would also both push you away and pull you back at the same time

☆Asuka SHIKINAMI would skip to the chase and just straight up scare the person away

☆Now, in the scene where she punches Shinji through the glass, she would do the smell to that person without the glass

☆She also makes sure to keep you around, to let any future offenders know that you're hers

☆Asuka loves you even though both Soryu and Shikinami deny it

Rei Ayanami:

☆Doesn't really care

☆ She trusts you, deeply

☆But if she is feeling nervous, she'll talk with you

☆ And no, not a full convo it takes her a few tries before she gets you to understand

☆ PLEASE. Give her one of your possessions like a necklace to make her not feel nervous. It helps

Misato Katsuragi:

☆She gets so jealous that she gets somewhat made at you

☆So, any intimate advances you make, she rejects

☆Kisses? no, hugging? nuh uh, cuddles? absolutely not!

☆It gets so bad that you have to talk to her

☆And you have to PESTER her until she says what's wrong

☆When she does, you kinda just giggle

☆After giggling, you HAVE to assure her that she's the only one for you.

☆She just cares about you a lot and despises the thought of losing you.

Kaworu:

☆This man skips straight to the point, no beating around the bush

☆Now, what does he do?

☆He either a) talks to you and asks you to reject

☆b) Straight-up manipulates the offender into not being interested in you

☆or c) Scares them away from you

☆Kaworu loves you so much that he'd pull a Homura and revert time to keep you safe

☆There is no hell he'd let anyone take you from him.

A/N: So sorry this was late, I just kinda forgot this account existed 😅

[milky-fixx]

❥• sounds from the bedroom [18+ only]

⇢ devilman crybaby edition

what akira + ryo sound like in bed with you

AKIRA FUDO 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—shit!”

Lots of snarls and grunts, cursing. Akira sounds downright animalistic in the bedroom, that if you’re passing by unaware, you’d be hard-pressed to believe that’s a human making those sounds…

If his orgasm is particularly strong, he’ll roar too. It’s hard to keep him quiet. Investing in a gag for him might be a smart idea.

There are moments where the old Akira appears. Sometimes he’s sweet and hesitant, asking if this feels okay, if you need something—water, a break, or a pillow under your back. But other times he’s full on feral. Filthy-mouthed, he holds nothing back, describing in detail what you feel like clenching around his cock, how just the thought of being buried inside you has made him hard all day, how badly he wants to fuck you until his name is all you can remember to say, etc.

“I know you’ve been wanting this. Don’t deny it. You’re practically squirming under my tongue. Ah—shit, was that too much?”

Also the sounds of your coupling. Akira definitely, ahem, can make anything slick with just how much he cums. The smack of his hips against your ass, the loud, lewd squelch of each thrust of his cock displacing his cum inside you.

He’s also much more likely to confess while his cock is buried inside you. It might be strange, but for Akira, ravenous lust goes hand-in-hand with deep, adoring love.

“Fuck—I think I—I really—l-love you...!”

But afterwards, he kind of needs that reassurance that you feel the same. Like he’s just accidentally bared his heart to you. He needs to know if it’s reciprocated.

(“Hey, about what I said. Yeah. Just ignore... oh. You feel the same? That—that’s great! That makes me so… happy.)

But back to horny. Akira does horny so well.

“You’re so tight. It’s like your pussy was made for me.”

He has lots of fantasies surrounding you, and he’s not afraid to describe them in explicit detail. Voicing them aloud is a big part of foreplay for him.

“Heh... don’t tell me you’re done already. I’ve been waiting so longto do this...”

“Gonna... fucking... c-cum!”

“You look so cute with my cock in your mouth. but you know what would look even cuter on you?” His voice lowers. “My cum overflowing from your mouth.”

He’s also prone to saying dirty things while jerking off, especially if he knows he has an audience. If it’s just him, alone, he’ll curse and grunt, calling out your name every now and then as his hand works furiously over his length. His groans of your name progressively getting louder until he shouts it, pleasure wracking his body. But if you’re watching? Oh, he puts on a show. He’s cockier, more intentional with his hands drifting down his body before he grasps himself. He describes, hoarsely, how badly he wants it to be your mouth instead of his hand, how he’s hard and aching and ready to be enveloped in your tight, wet heat—

“Fuck... you know just what I like...! You’re too much, I’m gonna finish—”

Post-coital, Akira gets kind of quiet. He likes to bask in the moment, in the intimacy of it all. He prefers physical contact, so he speaks more with his actions, drawing you close to him, playing with your hair, listening to you ramble with the softest look on his face.

(But also—snoring. He snores so damn loud. Sex takes a lot out of him.)

RYO ASUKA

Ryo is quiet. When he’s jerking it, he barely makes a sound. He sees it as a form of release, so he doesn’t bother taking his time. Soft exhales, the most sound he makes is sigh once he finishes.

“I know you’re watching me. Why don’t you come in if you’re so curious.”

He has a detached manner of speaking that continues into the bedroom. It can be incredibly arousing if you’re into degradation or aloof partners. The way his voice never wavers, never giving a hint as to if he’s enjoying things, even while his cock is buried in the tight heat of your throat, can be a turn-on.

If anything, he’s more curious about what noises he can get youto make. He makes it his personal mission to document every kind of sound you can make. 

“Oh that? I bought it online. It has good reviews and several interesting features. I’d like to observe how it works on you.”

Expect lots of toys. Vibrators, dildos, fuck machines, etc. There’s always some interesting noises coming from his bedroom, like buzzing, or the sound of machinery at work, mingled with your cries. Akira has learned the hard way not to go snooping behind Ryo’s closed doors.

Ryo’s not into sexting. He knows there’s appeal behind naughty pictures and messages, but he doesn’t care for them. If you really want him to get dirty talking, it has to be over phone. He likes being able to pick apart your reactions.

“I did like that picture you sent me. But I’d prefer to see it up close. Come over in five. I think it would be to both our benefits.”

His aloofness can somehow make anything sound like a dirty promise. It leaves you in a state of constant anticipation, wondering just when Ryo is going to make good on his promise.

Video sex though. Ryo finds something appealing about the way the technology can add a layer of distance, and he can be more of an observer. He likes to command you, in his calm and measured tone, to strip for him, to spread your legs for him, and touch yourself the way he would. Sometimes when he’s too busy with work, he’ll multitask; if he hears your cries of pleasure stop, even for a second, he’ll turn his attention away from his work to ask why you’re holding back on him.

“I didn’t tell you to stop, did I? Keep going. I’m not done with work yet, but rest assured—when I am, you’ll have my undivided attention.”

Professor/student roleplay. Ryo is very good at making you feel like his hopelessly incompetent student. The way his eyes coolly glance over you, before dismissing you as not even worth his time. He also is good at making you work for it.

“You call this an essay? Pathetic. Your grades are dismal. You’ll have to do some extra credit assignments for me after class. Oh, and don’t wear anything to them. You won’t need your clothes.”

The only way to really get him to lose it and be vocal is to take control from him. Ryo isn’t expecting it, and he sure as hell doesn’t like it, at all, but there are moments—maybe Akira’s rejected him for Miki again, and despite his posturing, he actually does feel shunned and lonely—that maybe he’ll let you dominate him. The way his orgasm rushes over him in a flurry is a surefire way to get him to choke out a groan, his face aflush, eyes wide. Ryo… still doesn’t appreciate bottoming, but perhaps he’ll allow you the opportunity to try it. One more time.

“Wait. Don’t—Don’t stop. I… I didn’t think it would feel like this. Keep going. U-Until I say you can stop.”

[smuttyfang]

Poly!Akira and Ryo - Escape

"how about a scenario where the reader is trapped by both Akira and Ryo and they try to escape but they get caught in time?"

Words: 641

Your heart was pounding. You could hear your blood rushing through your ears when you stopped occasionally to catch your breath and take in your surroundings. Somehow, by some miracle, you'd managed to slip out of the bindings that held you down in one of the rooms of Ryo's apartment.

You didn't even understand what was happening to you. They claimed that they loved you. Said they just wanted to keep you safe. But the had completely changed. You weren't allowed to leave. See anything outside. Talk to anyone. They were protecting you.. from literally everything. They were not the same men that they used to be. You didn't want to live like this. You cared for them, but they were taking it too far. Their love for you used to feel so sweet and nice.. but no longer. Your loved ones must be searching for you as well surely. Turning the corner, you realized you had finally found what looked like the front door. You barely remembered since it had been so long since you had seen it, but it definitely looked familiar. Running toward it, you began to reach for the door knob.

"Oh, fuck.." You whispered to yourself. The door opened immediately. Ryo slammed the door against the wall, clearly showing his anger and frustration. Akira was standing right behind him, his eyes showing sadness and loneliness. For some reason, guilt ran throughout your whole body when you realized you'd been caught.

"Where exactly do you think you're going?" Ryo asked, walking inside and shutting the door behind him as Akira entered. "How did you get out?" Before you had time to speak, Akira placed his arm on your shoulder and squeezed gently.

"Please, stop trying.. this is the third time. We really are trying to keep you safe." You jerked your shoulder away from him in anger.

"Protect me from what!? My own family!? My friends!?" You screamed at them both. Looking at each other, Ryo sighed.

"Demons." He stated. You scoffed.

"You've got to be kidding." You crossed your arms. "Why the fuck could you not just tell me that, exactly?"

"Because, you're smart. And I did not expect you to believe it. However, you do know what Akira is." He sighed. "There are more of them, gaining in numbers every single day."

"Yeah." Akira added. "It's getting dangerous. We are trying to keep things contained and calm, but it's getting rough." He walked up behind you, pulling you into him for a hug. He squeezed you in his arms tightly. "We love you.. I.. we, can't let anything happen to you."

"He's right. We are protecting you. Whether you can see it or not." Ryo pointed to the door. "I was trying to spare your feelings, but fine. Go on outside, if that's really what you wish. I guarantee you won't survive the night. Not with Akira's scent all over you. You will die within the hour." Tearing up, you were unsure of how to respond to all of this. They had to be kidding.. right?

"I still don't understand why you couldn't just tell me." Akira reached up, doing his best to wipe your tears from your cheeks while still being behind you.

"Because.." Akira held you tightly as he spoke. It seemed like he was very hesitant. "You're too stubborn. You'd want to help. And we can't have you putting yourself in danger." He was right, and you knew it. "It's so bad out there.. please just trust me when I say that. I'm begging you."

"Now." Ryo began walking to you. He held your cheek with his hand, rubbing your face gently with his thumb. "Stop fighting. I will hold you here no matter how badly you want out." You knew it wasn't how it sounded. He simply cared for you. "Stay."