#izaya orihara reader

[mamayan]

⚠️ NSFW•Sommophilia•Xafab reader⚠️

He doesn’t feel guilty.

Not even a little bit. In fact, he feels justified in his actions even, because really, isn’t he just so sweet?

Letting you stay asleep when he could easily just wake you up to fuck you?

He is so kind that he’ll let you stay peacefully asleep. Your cute face and parted lips drooling just a little captivating him. He’ll lean over you, taking you in for a moment and admiring how you belong to him. Then he’s kissing you, easily slipping his tongue inside your mouth and swirling it around yours. He’s messy and sloppy as he makes out with you, only a few twitches and mumbles from you as resistance. You’re just so precious like this… compliant and warm beneath him. Yes, you belong to him don’t you? So it’s not wrong for him to unbuckle his belt and yank his pants down to free his aching cock. It’s not wrong to slip your underwear down and raise your shirt up. Your pretty cunt is also his pretty cunt, isn’t it? He is all to happy to show it some love too, spreading your thighs and kissing a trail to your tender heat. Licking a swipe up and nearly moaning at your taste, his arousal spiking even higher. Then he is making a mess of you, swirling his tongue around your hardening clit before sucking it gently into his mouth. You’re still unconscious but little moans and breathy whines tell him that you like this too. That you like having your sweet pussy devoured while you can’t even remember.

“Dirty little thing.” He’ll chuckle, but he’s filthy too as he pumps his cock in one hand and uses the other to keep you spread so he can continue lavishing your clit with his tongue. He’ll switch with his thumb so he can open you up with his tongue. Licking and rubbing your sensitive walls and finally feeling you fall apart as he presses into your clit while jerking his cock.

He’ll be too close to stop his orgasm, so he’ll just aim his tip at your twitching cunt and shoot his load all over you, before he’s shoving the tip inside to completely finish.

He’s hard again almost instantly as he watches a few beads of his cum dribble out of your hole and down your ass.

Your scrunched brows slowly relax, but your skin is slightly sweaty from all his attention. It doesn’t matter, he’s already sinking the fat tip of his cock inside you, stretching you out deliciously. He groans deep in his throat from how tight you are, and it’s deliriously erotic to see your eyes closed still. Your lips parted to let out little moans as he sinks deeper and deeper until his hips kiss yours and his tip is rubbing up against your cervix. Your tight walls fluttering and still sensitive from your orgasm but he’s losing reason with every second he spends inside you.

He gives you a moment, because he’s just that kind, to adjust to him.

Then he’s pulling out and slamming into you.

You wake up. Gasping as the aching pain of being so full and the pleasure becoming too much finally tearing you awake. It doesn’t matter, he’s grinning down at you savagely as he picks a brutal pace to fuck your sloppy cunt.

“W-what-!”

“Don’t act like you don’t like this, you’ve soaked the fucking bed, don’t fucking lie.” He’s wrapping a hand around your throat, loving the confusion and lust in your eyes as he anchors you to the bed to make it easier for him to pound you harder. His lower abdomen, his cock, and his balls are dripping your arousal and his own. He’s never had you this messy before, whining and gasping weakly. Still sleepy and cute and trying to comprehend how you woke up being impaled and fucked senseless.

So cute. He’s pussydrunk quick.

He laughs at you when you come on his cock, grunting in pain and pleasure as you squeeze the life out him, but it’s too adorable not to love. “No warning huh? You like waking up to my cock that much?” He’s not giving you a break, in fact it feels like he’s speeding up, hammering into you as you sink your nails wherever you can to hold on for dear life.

Your a babbling creature only for his pleasure now, he’s staring hard at the place where you’re connected. Watching his cock sink into your wet welcoming heat over and over again.

The tingle down his spine and tightening of his balls signal his impending orgasm.

“Tell me where you want it baby.” He’s commanding you, even as you struggle to keep up.

You’re already gone though, “mm! f-fill me please!” begging him with wet teary eyes to come inside.

He was going to anyway, but hearing you ask for it was euphoric. He’s manhandling you as he moves to grip your hips so he can really rail you. Loving how your body shakes like a rag doll at his roughness, and loving even more at how good you are for taking it.

“So good, aren’t you?” He’s moaning and cooing down at you despite using your cunt like a toy as he plunges his pulsing cock into you until finally you feel him come inside you. His cock twitching and his head going back with a groan deep in his throat. He’s shaking slightly, back arched and chest heaving, and you swear you’d never seen anything more beautiful. His head coming forward, sharp eyes trained on you filled with unrepressed desire and possessiveness. A small line of sweat marking his cheek from his hair line.

He doesn’t move, just gazes down at you with his semi-hard cock inside you while your releases begin to slip out. His slight smirk has a bit of excitement and terror running through you, knowing it means nothing good.

Trailing one large calloused palm from your hip to your lower stomach, he meanly presses down.

“N-no, oh! Stop you’re gonna make me, ngh!” He ignores you and presses a little more before letting up the pressure.

“Aw, too much?” He’s teasing and playful, enjoying your pout and glare for a moment before sliding out of you.

He laughs watching you struggle off the bed, weak shaky legs working overtime to take you to the bathroom.

It’s not his fault you’re so cute he has to tease you.

-Dabi, Gojo, Toji, Suguru, Izaya, Sosuke, Shogo, Hisoka

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[price-generation-down]

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[ethereal-blossom]

izaya, dazai, and mori reacting to their s/o experiencing a major burnout to the point where they needed extensive medical attention due to their overall health plummeting due stress and fatigue. this is me rn ;-; im so overworked yet so underpaid lmfao thank you so much in advance! 💗

A/N: Hi, thank you so much for the long wait! I hope your situation has become better :( give my dear their rest and money🔪 I'm sorry Mori's part is a bit short compared to the others, but I hope you like it💖

Izaya:

Izaya loves all humans equally, but you're the exception as his favorite one and Shizuo being his least favorite.

With Izaya's special interest in human beings and his well-crafted observation skills, it didn't go unnoticed by him how you were becoming more tired and less happy step by step. The part of him that loved to observe humans was fascinated and wondered how far you could be pushed, but then again- you are his favorite.

Izaya only realizes you need extensive medical treatment after he returns from an underground job. If you haven't moved in with him already, Izaya will throw all his charm (or manipulation skills, really, who cares about the details?) into convincing you to stay at his place. Being an information broker and professional chaos lover has provided Izaya with enough money to spoil you rotten.

The question is whether he'll let you go back to work. And if you manage to convince him to let you go back to work, he's going to do a full background check on the company and its people.

Izaya has a hard time admitting this to you, himself, or anyone really, but seeing you become this fragile scared him. It's a feeling he immediately tries to shove away, but it only leads to him being more protective of you.

During your assigned recovery, you'll catch Izaya chuckling to himself. There are just so many fun possibilities to ruin your boss' life! Should he destroy it brick by brick? Or should he wreck it in one go? Whatever it is, it'll be cruel and twisted and fun. Your boss didn't think they could get away with treating his favorite little human like this, hm?

One thing is for certain: no matter how Izaya is going to destroy your boss' life, it'll be done through cyber damage. Izaya would rather not leave your side. He has been very cheery and confident around you, never giving you a sign of the fear he felt when he saw you turn into a burned-out version of yourself. But he has you tucked in bed and you just have to say it and he gives you anything you want. Izaya has Namie assist him in taking care of you, too.

Izaya does drop hints here and there about how he's going to be responsible for your boss' life taking a bad turn. If you try to confront him about this or prevent him from doing so, Izaya is going to ask you for a good explanation as to why not. It may even lead to a discussion, however, no reason will leave him satisfied. You've already gotten hurt, so the damage is already done and there's nothing the boss can do to make up for it except pay for it with his sins. Izaya can say he'll let it go, but you know he won't. If anything, he's more excited to start. Nobody messes with his favorite human except him.

Dazai:

Dazai puts great value in the one he gained but would never want to lose. It's one of the reasons he pays so much attention to you; he knows things about your behavior that even you are unaware of.

That's why Dazai is the first to observe how you're slowly burning out. He encourages you to copy his work ethic (lying on a couch and letting your partner do all the work), but he never convinces you no matter how much he tries to tug at your strings.

But when Dazai comes home from a mission he had to travel for and sees you so burned out to the point of needing extensive medical care, he was livid and scared. From the inside, that is. From the outside, he'd be calm and reassuring, even cheery once you feel better.

Dazai would insist that he stays home with you to become your personal nurse. He would cling onto you whenever you want to leave the bed, claiming you were on bed rest, which automatically meant he was on bed rest, too.

He'd take care of you in his own silly way. He makes you laugh, distracts you from the tiredness, buys you the biggest teddy bear you've seen in your life, and prevents you from doing anything.

Nonetheless, there's going to be a time you need to get back to work. Once you do, you notice something strange about your boss. It's like they are a whole new person. They offer you tea or coffee the minute you step in, push out a nervous chuckle that's supposed to sound friendly, and say you can take a break whenever you feel like you need one. It wouldn't take long for you to realize there was something off... and you could tell who was behind it.

When confronting Dazai though, expect him to be packed in denial. "Me?" He answers with doe eyes that scream innocence and surprise, which means he was definitely not innocent nor surprised. "Do I look like someone who would threaten your boss? I was taking care of you all that time!" Yes Dazai, you look like that type of person. But the latter was true since you cannot point out a moment he must have had a talk with your boss. Dazai had taken his role as your personal nurse very seriously to the point he rarely had been out of your sight.

Dazai knows you'd have to let it go eventually because you have no evidence against him. Even if you did find the courage to ask your boss if your boyfriend had talked to him, the boss wouldn't slip up. The only evidence you have is the fear in your boss' eyes when mentioning your boyfriend and the sly but satisfied smile you caught on Dazai's face when he knew he got away with it.

Mori:

Being the boss of the port mafia is a time-consuming job, especially when you're almost at war with another underground organization. It's why Mori, who is always eager to spoil you rotten, wasn't there to see how work was affecting you for the worst.

Mori made sure the upcoming threat was nothing more but forgotten dust, and one look at you after he came back made him want to do the same to your boss. You could see it in his expression, how it changed from excitement to surprise to deadly and back to soft but cheery in the span of a few seconds.

Absolutely takes this opportunity as an excuse to spoil you rotten more than he already does. After all, who can take better care of you than himself, the doctor who loves you the most?

The doctor in him comes out; checking your vitals, making sure you eat and drink, assigning you time to rest but also to go out and make a little walk with him. And oh, look what a cute thing he bought for you the other day! Yeah, it wouldn't be Mori if he didn't take this opportunity to buy new clothes for you and to doll you up as much as you let him.

Mori will offer to bring harm to your boss as if it's a sweet declaration of love. Whatever your answer, he makes sure your boss learns their lesson.

#dazai x reader #izaya x reader #mori x reader #bsd x reader #durarara x reader #drrr x reader #izaya orihara #dazai osamu #mori ougai #bsd headcanons #durarara headcanons

[yourlocallyneysimp]

Hello! Can you please do a hcs of Genshin Impact x Izaya Orihara!Reader? The characters are Aether, Scaramouche, Venti, Lyney, and Kazuha

Troublemaker ♡

Genshin Boys x Izaya!Reader

Characters: Lyney, Scaramouche, Aether, Venti, Kazuha

A/n: I haven't watched Durarara in a long time, but I hope I did a decent job of making this! 😭 (Also, Kazuha's part kinda sucked since I didn't know what to write for him. 😔)

Lyney ♡

"So you're just going to sit back and watch?"

You smiled. You and Lyney have been acquaintances for a long time, but you barely knew anything about each other.

You both know how to find out information about different people, but the things was, you barely knew anything between the two of you.

We're you friends? Enemies? Archemies? Who knows.

All you know is that you both share something in common.

You both like to add fuel to the fire and sit back as you watch everything burn. In simpler terms, you both like to add to the problem and watch from the background. That's just the way you found enjoyment.

"Yup~"

Lyney smiled as he sat down next to you. You watched as Fatui members flooded the gates of Fontaine, and their Harbinger, Arlecchino, came in behind them.

They were going to steal the gnosis, and you informed the Fatui about the archon's whereabouts.

Suddenly, Lyney laughed.

"I think we have more in common than I thought."

You smugly smiled as you stared back at the magician, sneakily getting your knife ready.

"You're right."

Scaramouche ♡

You and Scaramouche have been trying to kill each other for a while now and you honestly didn't know why.

Scaramouche could never tell if you were actually serious in fighting him or you were just being a tease again.

"Give it back!!"

You smiled as you held the gnosis in your hands and stared at it. You weren't interested in the glowing thing, but you wanted to tease him a little.

Maybe you will give it away to the fatui...

"Y/N!!"

You looked down at Scaramouche from the roof.

"Oh? What is it?"

Scaramouche gritted his teeth as he glared at you.

He chased you all the way here, throwing different attacks at you, but now he had no energy left.

You only smiled as you jumped off and landed on a nearby trash can.

Before Scaramouche could grab the gnosis out your hands, you held it up high.

"Calm down Scara~"

There you go with all those nicknames again. He hated them. They made him embarrassed and feel small. Why was he always getting the short end of the stick?!

Walking away, you carelesely threw the gnosis into your pocket. Scaramouche chased after you, obviously.

"Why do you want this thing so much?"

You already knew the answer, but you were curious to what he was going to say.

"That's none of your business!"

Typical..

After walking in silence and avoiding a few of Scaramouches' pathetic attempts of obtaining the gnosis, he eventually stopped in his tracks.

"Because..."

You stopped and looked at him and smiled.

Finally..

"It's my heart."

Aether ♡

Aether didn't know what to make out of you, but what he knew was that you couldn't be trusted.

When he first arrived in the nation of Fontaine, he aimlessly wandered around, not knowing where to go. But, someone decided to offer their services and act as a guide.

"Oh, I'll help!"

Your smile was innocent, but Paimon immediately didn't trust you. Aether knew he shouldn't trust people from foreign nations, but to be honest, he didn't know where to go. So he accepted.

Two times. Two times you tricked him in the new nation he knew as Fontaine. You framed him by saying he broke laws and he got arrested.

Luckily, Yanfei helped him get out, but it unfortunately happened again.

You apologized, saying that you didn't mean it, and he forgave you. But here you are again holding a knife up to his face.

"It's really a pity that we couldn't get along a little longer, you know."

Aether sharpened his gaze as Paimon hid behind him.

Just why were you doing this?

"Y/n.."

You looked at him and smirked, curious to what he was going to say.

"Why are you doing this...?"

Venti ♡

"So, what are you doing now?"

Venti sat on a nearby couch, watching you from your desk. You weren't really doing anything at the moment besides watching. Watching from afar.

"Observing."

Venti's eyes furrowed. He knew you caused trouble for the Knights Of Favonious. He knew you led those monsters towards Mondstat.

The reason why he wasn't really concerned was because he knew his people could defend themselves, but he was still confused to why you did it.

"Why?"

You looked at him and smiled. You knew he could've dealt with you a long time ago, but he hasn't. Does Venti know why he hasn't? No.

"For the thrill."

You got up from your seat and walked over to him.

Sure, you weren't the best person. Sure, you weren't right in the head, but..

You took Venti's hand and pulled him out of his seat, hugging him in the process.

"I'm sorry, I'll try to control myself next time."

For some reason, you knew how to make your lies convincing.

Congratulations, you made the Anemo Archon feel weak by just a few words.

Kazuha ♡

"This is not right."

You stared back at Kazuha with a smile on your face. You held your knife and he had his sword out.

Ever since he met you, he knew something wasn't right. He couldn't tell if it was your personality or rather, your gaze...

The way you would look at everyone, slowly gathering information on each person. It made his skin crawl.

After he told the traveller everything about his past, he didn't know someone was listening. You..

You knew everything about him now. Well, the stuff he didn't want many to know.

"Oh, Kazuha. I'm really curious and want to know more about you, you know. Pease, show me more."

You held up your knife, pointing it towards him. For the first time in a while, Kazuha felt a small amount of nervousness. It was your confidence and casual nature that got his heart beating faster.

He didn't like to fight, but if he had to, he would.

(☆▪︎☆)

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact x reader #lyney #lyney x reader #kazuha #kazuha x reader #venti x reader #venti #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche #aether x reader #aether #izaya orihara

[kimdokja-real]

This showed up on my dash today and immediately made me think of Bottom Yoo Joonghyuk and Top Kim Dokja Granted, it's not totally capturing the "KDJ can be the strong one" (cuz he's definitely worked several days in his life) and the (very important and I would love to see more of this) "YJH deserves to be taken care of/is loved" but like... the vibes are there, right?

'fancylad boy-king type' Kim Dokja is literally a Demon King! Demon Kings are dominant and powerful, not a false sense of power only to make it hot when he bottoms (like what most JoongDok is like when Kim Dokja is legitimately powerful).

Yoo Joonghyuk definitely deserves to be taken care of and loved! Gonna write a post about how Yoo Joonghyuk should be appreciated more.

And I literally don't know, maybe it's the image, they can't see or it's hard to picture a muscular man at the bottom, and a slender man at the top (he's gonna enhance his body to save Yoo Joonghyuk though) but to be honest I look for personality and Yoo Joonghyuk's rough, gruff, cold personality makes him a very cute bottom. Cold but when he's bottom, he gets all hot and flustered, it's so cute. It's the moe gap. And Kim Dokja's sly messing with people personality makes him a hot top.

It is always this way, not only for Kim Dokja and Yoo Joonghyuk. For a bigger male and smaller male yaoi pairing (when seriously, Kim Dokja is almost freaking 180cm, just 4cm away, he isn't small, he isn't that smaller than Yoo Joonghyuk.) There are certain things people especially girls want to see in their favourite characters (I mean yaoi is originally made for women), from their own experience likely and there will be self-projecting (or just writing off own experiences?) to a point it's only human and it's for some reason easier to see the more slender man bottoming. Because it's that way in yaoi manga, and guys are stereotypically masculine too I guess.

But yaoi manga is fetishization of gay people and pairings, just for people to enjoy the sex scenes, and for female empowerment in Japan (I did a paper on that!), maybe a little cute romance, and it may not be the same for an actual male-male couple. But people have their kinks and from yaoi manga, most just automatically see the more masculine guy topping and the slender guy bottoming.

Also Kim Dokja is much more popular and loved than Yoo Joonghyuk as a character, most people prefer their favourite character bottoming. It's not even about his personality but people's preferences. There's also a kink of the intelligent one bottoming and being out of sorts, losing himself in pleasure too, which is what a lot of JoongDok end up with. I actually do understand that kink, I had it for Orihara Izaya from Durarara, but I made sure to keep him in character enough. (To the extent people said my writing was like the novel that Izaya acted like Izaya from the novel, and yeah generally people don't do that, I'm an analyst so it's different and I can analyze a writing style and write it but the point is to try. Anyway I've gotten the same feedback from Dokjoong fans too so I'm glad.) And even though Kim Dokja is an intelligent maybe vulnerable character, I just prefer him as Top, because he'd be a really unique top. (Which Top is self-deprecating yet desires? Only Kim Dokja.)

Kim Dokja being OOC in most JoongDok fics reminds me of Orihara Izaya being OOC in most Shizaya fics. Er so Izaya is just an intelligent character like Kim Dokja, he claims to love humans and people, girls like him a lot, he's kind of cool as the villain and mastermind but he's slender and girls love to make him cute. He was the most popular character of the anime. This guy was so popular even people who didn't watch the show knew him from cosplays and memes. And people would ask what anime is he from.

I'll be honest and say I shipped the more popular pairing Shizaya (Izaya the more slender one on the bottom) so I enjoyed those fics at first when I entered the fandom and just wanted more (which I think is how a lot of JoongDok shippers feel), but eventually I grew bored of them because it was always the same thing. Protective Shizuo and cute Izaya (no idea where his intelligence went), and I just wrote my own. I still shipped the more slender one on the bottom but my favourite was actually Shizuo not Izaya lol, but when Izaya was top he didn't treat Shizuo well, so I shipped Izaya the more slender one on the bottom. JoongDok really reminds me of Shizaya, which is actually a fairly popular pairing. People knew the pairing even if they didn't know the anime Durarara. Like how people thought Omniscient Reader was BL because of JoongDok. But for Izaya, he acted as a girl online in canon while for Yoo Joonghyuk and Kim Dokja, it's not Kim Dokja who was a girl, it was Yoo Joonghyuk who was a girl in canon. So why is Yoo Joonghyuk not bottom? ...Pretty confusing for me.

People asked me a lot about Izaya, a lot, to the extent that I had to create an FAQ on my tumblr blog for Izaya analyses. Even though my favourite was Shizuo and people knew that. People asked me on Shizuo too but there were less. I bet if I shipped JoongDok, and did analyses on Kim Dokja, and wrote JoongDok fics, I would get people asking about Kim Dokja, the point is, it's just the character really. It's just the character popularity that leads to content being created in the way they're seen as. When you have such a beloved character that people go back to the novel and try to analyze it or remember certain scenes or just want to see more of him, that character is bound to be bottom. Because bottoms are loved and Kim Dokja is loved. People want Kim Dokja to be loved. Especially with his huge sacrifice, and taking on everything alone. (But I will say Kim Dokja can still be loved as a Top.)

(And I have a standard of Yoo Joonghyuk being loved at least for my own work, he needs to be IC enough.)

Sorry, just reminiscing about shipping a popular pairing. But Dokjoong is worth it.

So I believe it has almost nothing to do with Kim Dokja's and Yoo Joonghyuk's characters at all but because Kim Dokja is a super popular and loved character. Is shorter, has a slender body type like in yaoi, etc.

And, from my experience shipping a similar pairing to JoongDok, Kim Dokja is way too smart. He's highly intelligent, and people have trouble writing his intelligence. Kim Dokja is a mastermind character, and how are you supposed to write a mastermind character accurately with his intelligence? Most people aren't masterminds, haha. Anyway, just saying since the same thing happened with Izaya, he was the mastermind villain, too intelligent, and people couldn't write him accurately (people even thanked me for analyzing him so they could understand him!), so they just made him cute and somewhat cool and too angsty which was OOC, and made his partner Shizuo a brute who was rough, lustful and glaring (reminds me of JoongDok Yoo Joonghyuk.) which Izaya would always give into (even though he taunted Shizuo in canon).

And I think people just want something simple. So a cliche simple dynamic such as cold, rough top and submissive sly bottom draws many people. People in fandoms generally don't look for complicated things, they just want something easy to love, and angst (no matter what fandom or character, angst is always very popular. Angst is a given.).

Lastly, Kim Dokja is a lonely character, repressing his feelings, like Izaya, and it makes people who love him want him to be bottom and loved even more.

Just speaking about my experience with a similar ship lol.

(By the way if anyone is interested, Durarara is an anime about a teenage boy moving to a new city, meeting his friend, and discovering its mysteries, secrets and urban legends and being involved with a huge gang called the Dollars. Izaya is the mastermind villain. He pulls the strings behind the scenes and is incredibly intelligent. It's a great anime with more than 1 season, I recommend it and the light novels.)

When, when you think about it, doesn't it make more sense for the loyal one to bottom since, well he's loyal and will give the one he serves anything he wants. (It'll be hot too)

i think I said a bit much but the person asked why so I thought of...Why.

Also like imagine Yoo Joonghyuk crying, maybe because he's tired or hurt at Kim Dokja's words, Kim Dokja would freak out and wonder what the hell he did wrong, and - and it would be character development and exploring Kim Dokja's self-deprecating character like 'I made Yoo Joonghyuk cry, I deserve to die' 'Why do I care so much?' like vulnerable Yoo Joonghyuk can really activate Kim Dokja's character, Kim Dokja exploring his character, exploring Kim Dokja's character!

You know, there are rare exceptions, I've spoken about this before but ChildeZhongli from Genshin Impact, Zhongli who was so loved even by 'dude bros' (would bang his female form, yes he had one) was unequivocally bottom in the ChildeZhongli relationship, but when I searched them this year, ZhongliChilde was suddenly more than ChildeZhongli in A03! Well..........I think it's because Childe got much more loved as a character, so people wanted to see him as bottom more, since he appears everywhere in Genshin. I'm hoping the same thing will happen with Kim Dokja and Yoo Joonghyuk, as the manga comes out, maybe people will love Yoo Joonghyuk more. I don't know how since people said the webtoon people don't like Yoo Joonghyuk, taking away his scenes but somehow...maybe. (Genshin fans are much more open-minded than other fans in general though..........they ship almost every pairing and whatever kink but.........somehow, perhaps.)

For me, it's DokJoong because it's Kim Dokja who loves Yoo Joonghyuk the most.

This totally suits Dokjoong, Thanks for sharing! If you wanna talk more about Dokjoong or rant about why feel free to message me privately.

Now this may encourage me to make a post on why I don't ship JoongDok...

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[randoimago]

Hello. Some headcanons of Izaya dating S/O, who willingly helps him in his plans, please?

S/O Helps With His Plans

Fandom: Durarara

Character(s): Izaya Orihara

Type of Request: Headcanons

Note(s): Oh Izaya. I still would like to strangle him 🥰

The funny thing is that you don't help him with his plans. Even if you're willing, he never tells you his true plans and gives you little tasks to do to throw you in the path of his actual plans.

He won't (always) put you in danger. But does like the idea of sending you to get fatty tuna at the same time a burglary is about to take place just to see how you react to it.

Even if he does tell you his plans so you can "help", you only know the surface level. He doesn't connect any dots for you. Just states that you're better at being someone for him to admire than him filling your head with things a human won't understand.

#Anonymous #durarara x reader #drrr x reader #izaya orihara x reader #izaya x reader

[slavhew]

Title: Shizuo Vs. Valentine

Rating: M

Pairings: Shizuo Heiwajima & Izaya Orihara

Summary: Valentine's day is a trying time for many, not least of all one Shizuo Heiwajima. Little does he know, it's about to get much worse.

Wrote a little thing for Valentine's day! It's silly and exists mostly to put these two in Situations, and also has a partner piece by @hallucxnating accompanying it in the end notes!

Happy reading, and happy (late) Valentine's everyone. Love comes in many forms ~

#durarara!! #drrr!! #durarara #drrr #izaya orihara #shizuo heiwajima #shizaya #izashizu #admin writes #fanart #and with this i fill my yearly quota of 1 fic. gootbye #seriously though this was so much fun to write #the lore is that i went out to buy milk on valentine's. and on that warm and sunny walk i got an idea so stupid #it might just work. #ran it by hallu and immediately got to writing. took 3 days and the fic doubled in size from how long i thought itd be initially #it got SO stupid while i wrote and that is absolutely a plus in my opinion. but it is on YOU dear potential reader to decide if thats true #ok i have to catch up on sleep from last 2 nights that i lost to this.baibaiii

[tiaragqueen]

The Sleeping Horror

Yandere! Izaya Orihara x Female! Reader

Hello! It’s been years, hasn’t it? Idk if you guys missed me, but I do miss writing for other fandom beside genshin and twst. I was planning to make a whole new account, but I was too lazy so here I am! Let’s start with something ‘soft’ and fantastical, shall we? Inspired by the line in the Wikipedia page of his relationship with Shizuo: “Izaya also holds the belief that only humans possess the ability to slay monsters.” And Sleeping Beauty story (would you believe me if I told you I rewrote this three times?).

Admittedly, marriage wasn’t something Izaya really had in mind.

Not because he was a player, but because he was still young. Still adventurous. Still mischievous. He wanted to see more people, more kingdoms, more chaos. His position as a prince allowed him that much, but it also came with many responsibilities. And one of them was an arranged marriage.

Until now, Izaya wasn’t sure how to react when he found out he was already betrothed since birth. On one hand, he was somewhat irritated with the fate his father had oh-so-kindly lay out in front of him. Even as a child, he should at least have some freedom to choose his own suitor, right? It wasn’t as if he was a particularly naïve kid who thought suitors were equal to playmates. He’d always been intelligent, albeit quieter and more distant.

But on the other hand, you sounded quite… interesting. Yes, sounded, because he’d never seen you. There wasn’t even a painting of you somewhere in your castle. It was either you vanished or you only existed in people’s imagination. Then, his father, Shirou, disproved of the latter because he recounted a story that happened during your christening. Apparently, your father had enraged a wicked fairy by excluding her from the event and she promptly avenged her wounded ego by cursing you to prick your finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel before the sun set on your sixteenth birthday and die. One of the pixie fairies whom your father did invite, used her blessing to weaken the curse so that instead of dying, you’d fall into a deep sleep, only broken by true love’s kiss. Because, apparently, her magic wasn’t strong enough to undo the curse. So, your father ordered all spinning wheels throughout the kingdom be burned and the remains were hidden in the dungeon.

It certainly explained why Izaya heard a few peasants grumbling about the lack of spinning wheels when he occasionally visited your kingdom. But, alas, Shirou didn’t seem to know about your whereabouts. It didn’t help that he forbade him from mentioning the incident to your own father too, despite the fact that Izaya had a right to know as your fiancé.

So, using the intelligence he’d built up after years of scheming and illicit dealings, Izaya managed to pinpoint your location. It was a humble cottage in the middle of the forest, secluded enough to avoid the wicked fairy’s eyes but not enough for his. Izaya smirked as if he’d won a high-staking gamble, and with the leverage he had on your father, it could be described as one. Shirou wasn’t a fool, but his job as a king did prevent him from knowing the full extent of Izaya’s secret occupation and hobby.

And thus, Izaya set out to find his cursed fiancée. As expected, you were every bit of a country bumpkin; naïve and improper. It was clear that you’d never seen a stranger beyond your three bumbling fairy ‘aunts’, judging by how you openly gaped at his sudden appearance when you were singing to your animal friends. And yet, Izaya allowed your curiosity shine through, anyway, if not because of how pathetically cute you looked right now. Like a dog, or a kitten, that he could easily pick up and bring somewhere else because you were just so defenseless.

Did your aunts even teach you not to trust a stranger, whoever it was?

Apparently, no. Because there was a limit to how ‘human’ they could pretend to be, and you wouldn’t have known any better because they were all you had growing up. Even now, a good parent shouldn’t let their daughter play too long in the forest where anything and everything could happen to her, especially when she didn’t possess any self-defense skills.

Especially when she was you, a princess in hiding.

Perhaps you were lucky that he was the one who met you. Izaya couldn’t imagine what would happen if it was that wicked fairy instead?

… Or he could! There was no limit for possibilities in his mind. That was how he could stay entertained despite so many of his plans veering off their tracks.

Truly, it’d be a shame if you were to get caught, right?

Well, it would, but he wouldn’t do that. He wanted to see what would happen if he didn’t intervene in the course of your life. Would it end happily ever after like Shirou hoped? Or would it become a nightmare for you and your kingdom instead? So far, you were the most interesting woman he’d ever met despite your obvious flaws, which some lessons in table manners and etiquette could rectify. And perhaps Izaya would bestow more of his ‘love for humanity’ in keeping you by his side regardless, even if the latter were to befall you.

Was this what the power of bias felt like? It wasn’t that bad, and it might’ve made him feel a bit closer to being a human, but Izaya wanted to know more about your feelings when you found out that he pitied you. Would you be offended? Touched? Upset?

Ah, the possibilities were truly endless, weren’t they?

Apparently, you’d fallen for him at first meeting, and were excited to tell your aunts about him when they revealed your true status as a betrothed princess. You could never meet ‘him’ again, they said. It was somewhat foolish of them to not allow you to tell them about him, but then again, Izaya doubted they’d known him let alone see his face. It was enough that they neglected you most of the time, albeit accidentally. How could he trust them to remember who he was?

Then, the fated thing happened.

The wicked fairy found out about you.

After the fairies brought you to your father’s castle in disguise, they let you grieve over your broken heart in your new room. But the wicked fairy used your sadness to entrance you and led you to an abandoned tower. All this time, Izaya watched from the shadows without anyone’s knowledge, not even your own father. His fingers twitched with an unexplainable urge to help you when you were forced to touch the conjured spinning wheel, while his brain – the more dominant part of him – convinced him to watch a little longer. It wasn’t as if he could challenge the fairy head-on, and he didn’t have any magic to do so despite his yearning heart.

Eventually, you succumbed to the curse, and the wicked fairy gloated over it to your belated aunts.

While waking you up with a kiss sounded ideal, it was more tempting to kill the wicked fairy first of all, if not to feel the rush of adrenaline and victory in his hands. Maybe you’d be grateful for it too, and thus, strengthening your love for him and salvaging your broken heart. But since he didn’t have the appropriate weapon to defeat her, Izaya was left to approach the pixies.

“Excuse me. You three look quite flustered. Is there something wrong?”

“Oh, my! You surprised me there, young man.” the pink one gasped, holding her tiny chest. “A-and no, we’re fine. Thank you for asking.”

“Are you sure?” he asked, still with the amiable smile that took him years of etiquette lessons and scheming to perfect. “You see, I have a fiancée, and I was told that I’d be seeing her today.”

They exchanged quizzical glances at each other.

“My name is Izaya Orihara.” He took a medal from his pocket as a proof of his own identity. “I’m betrothed to the princess of this kingdom. But, unfortunately, I was never able to see her. It upsets me terribly to postpone another meeting with her, when we should’ve been together since the very first start.”

Izaya languished at them through a sad friends as he clutched the medal desperately. Almost all too easily, the fairies fell to his trap with a sympathetic ‘aw’. They didn’t even question why he had the medal in his pocket rather than in his person as a prince should be. But, at least, he wasn’t lying.

“It is against our nature to be in the way of fate, especially a fated love.” said the green one. “A wicked fairy has cursed your fiancée to sleep forever unless awaken by a true love’s kiss, and she’s currently sleeping in this tower right now.”

“Ah, how terrible.” Izaya moaned sadly. “I wish I could do something to that fairy for daring to hurt my precious fiancée.”

Once again, they looked at each other.

“Let us help you with a bit of our magic, Child.” The blue one declared. “Hopefully, with these, you can end the wicked fairy’s reign of darkness once and for all.”

They armed him with the Sword of Truth and the Shield of Virtue, which they stated to be weapons of righteousness that would triumph over evil, and Izaya felt more powerful than ever. He wondered if he could even beat them with these, but they might prove their usefulness again in the future. That, and it’d be easier to manipulate you with them seeing as they were practically a ‘family’ to you.

And so, the group traveled to the mountain where the wicked fairy lived and began the most exhilarating battle he’d ever had. Cornered, the fairy transformed into a fire-breathing dragon. Another wrench to his plan, but Izaya wasn’t too worried because his agility saved their lives at the end of the day. He managed to stab her through her chest with great effort and watched her fall from the cliff.

Truly, only humans had the ability to slay monsters.

“That was wonderful, Child!” the blue fairy gushed, while the others clapped and nodded in agreement.

Izaya feigned a humble chuckle.

“I couldn’t possibly do that without your help, either, so please don’t give me all the credits.”

Flattered as they were, they hadn’t forgotten their second priority: waking you up with a true love’s kiss.

But, shockingly enough, Izaya’s kiss did nothing to your sleeping self.

“H-how could this be?!” the pink one shrieked. “Prince Izaya is supposed to be her fiancé, so why doesn’t it work?!”

While they proceeded to question each other, Izaya took the time to observe you. Your forehead was wrinkled as if suffering from a nightmare, your lips parted slightly as if wanting to say something, and your hands grasped the red roses as if trying to protect yourself with it.

It was far from the peaceful sight he’d expected to see, and the realization brought a mocking, almost humorless laugh from his throat.

“What’s wrong? Why are you laughing?’

“No, it’s nothing. Pardon my unseemly reaction.” said he, wiping his teary eye with his gloved hand. “May I ask you to bring her father here?”

“The King? What can you possibly need from him?”

“You said that only a true love’s kiss can wake her up, right? Well, he’s the one who asked you to protect her. Isn’t that what a ‘true love’ is? The feeling of wanting to protect someone?”

And such feeling wasn’t strong enough within him, or rather, he merely allowed it to wash over him. Otherwise, he would’ve stopped the wicked fairy from bewitching you earlier. Besides, Izaya was too logical to ever fall for someone at first meeting, no matter how interesting they were, and the curse said nothing about needing both parties to love each other for it to be broken.

While the fairies were occupied in bringing your father, Izaya approached one of the maids that happened to pass by.

“Bring me the dragon’s head from the cliff in the wicked fairy’s mountain.”

“Is it her own head?”

He merely smiled, and the spy nodded with a sigh. He wasn’t sure how you’d react once you woke up, but it didn’t hurt to have another ‘decoration’ inside his room. Then, he returned to the tower where your father was already standing at the bedside.

“P-Prince Izaya?!” he stammered. “Since when have you been here? Shouldn’t you notify me beforehand? Why are you dressing so... casually?”

“Now, now, that part isn’t as important as our dear princess is. And I must say, I’m quite hurt to know that you neglected to tell me that she’s been cursed all along.”

Your father flinched and looked down guiltily.

“I didn’t want it to become an international problem.”

“But there were many guests at that time, no? Don’t you think I deserve to know, as her fiancé?” Despite the feelings that Izaya didn’t quite absorb and understand, and your flaws that he mocked and used, a hint of bitterness managed to slip through his tongue. He waved his hand dismissively, both to your father and to his own emotions. “Regardless, you have the duty to save your daughter from the curse. So, go ahead. Don’t worry about the wicked fairy. I’ve slayed her, and her body is at the bottom of the cliff in her own abode. I’ll bring her head if you don’t believe me.”

The fairies gasped, while your father merely gaped, shocked at his callousness. The king glanced at the pixies, and they nodded hesitantly, confirming the part of the battle.

“I… I believe you.”

Slowly, he hovered over your face for a moment before he leaned down to press a deep kiss onto your forehead. Your troubled face relaxed little by little, and Izaya almost felt jealous when you fluttered your eyes open.

“She’s awake!” one of the pixies enthused.

Your father heaved a sigh of relief and smiled almost shakily. And yet, when your eyes landed on Izaya, they immediately widened in fear.

“No, I refuse to marry him!”

#yandere imagine #yandere scenario #yandere anime #anime yandere #yandere anime au #yandere durararara #yandere izaya orihara x reader #yandere izaya orihara #yandere izaya x reader #yandere izaya #izaya orihara x reader #izaya x reader #izaya orihara #durarara izaya

[madhousefruitcake]

Izaya’s Part 3 is finished!

It’s been a long journey, but Izaya’s route is finished. We look forward to your thoughts on the endings and the conclusion to Izaya’s story in Ikebukuro Records. The password, as always, is Baccano. 

Download the game here!

Edit: As always, for newcomers, remember to play the normal route first! Password is MHFC.

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[rotbit]

The Worm Question

Genre: Fluff

Format: Oneshot (wc: 900)

Content: gender neutral reader, Izaya being a little controlling (just in case), Izaya being bad at feelings

Notes: I just want to comfort him fr, he's my messed up little meow meow.

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The room was oddly quiet. A rare moment of peace, where all you heard was keyboard tapping, books being shelved, and the hushed noises of the city. This type of moment had grown unfamiliar ever since your relationship with Izaya.

If it were up to you, right now you would be at home, snuggled in bed. You would count the stars visible from your window, and let the moonlight kiss your eyelids as you drift to sleep. 

But it wasn't up to you. It was up to Izaya.

Last time you tried to go to bed without him, he had you fired from your job so you wouldn’t be as tired. The defense he used was that he could support you no problem, therefore, working a meaningless job was just a waste of your time and energy. Besides, all you did was complain about it and wish you could quit, so why wait? Once you got past the shock that he made the choice on his own, you realized he was right. That job drained you of everything you had, yet you felt obligated to stay. After all, the moment Izaya gets bored, you'll go back to being just another human, right? Yes, he should have included you, but you've come to learn that Izaya has an odd way of showing that he cares. So, instead of a restful evening, you sit on the couch in his office and wait for him to finish up whatever last minute work needs to get done. To fill time, you read a book. It wasn't particularly interesting, but it gave you something to do.

At some point, the keyboard stops. You stay focused on your book, waiting for Izaya to announce the end of the day like he always does. For a moment, you only hear distant cars. So, you startle a little when Izaya suddenly appears in front of you. He stands there for an awkwardly long amount of time as you continue to ignore him. Sighing, he sits down next to you, folding his arms behind his head. 

You’ve come to recognize this behavior as a test, as you expect most of his actions to be. But right now, you aren’t feeling up to being his entertainment. Not sparing him a glance, you turn the page, creating an almost deafening sound in the silent room. He remains still, and you start to consider reaching over just to make sure he’s breathing. Before you decide, he speaks up.

“Would you still love me if I was a worm?”

Behind you, Namie poorly stifles a laugh as she leaves to go home. You close your book and rest your elbow on top of it, rubbing your eyes. The questions he asks are never literal, so you take a moment to try deciphering what answer he’s really looking for. Was he trying to annoy you? Was he looking for a deep philosophical discussion about the morality of a human loving something that isn’t human? Is this a weird jab towards Shinra?

When no punchline is delivered, you peek past your hand at him for a clue. His head is propped up by his arms, facing forward with his eyes closed. There was a slight furrow in his brow, and his entire body looked tense.

Was he actually just asking for validation in the strangest way possible?

It’s no secret that Izaya is horrible with vulnerability. At times, your relationship felt like a mutual agreement to exist in each other's space and nothing more. Even ‘love’ was a foreign term outside of his blanket remarks, neither of you venturing to use it in a personal context. Regardless, you thought he had a little more dignity than to hide behind a school girl question like that. You set your book down on the coffee table before swinging yourself into his side.

“If you were a worm,” you pause to snuggle closer to him, “I would put you in a big tank of the richest dirt I could find, and feed you little cut up strawberry pieces.”

He doesn’t respond, although you feel his shoulders relax. Both of you stay like that for a while. You take note of the fact that his heartbeat is slightly quicker than usual, and his breathing is a little deeper.

"Do you think," he shifts to create some distance, "Worms can even feel love?" 

"Izaya, you are not a worm."

His eyes peek open to look at you. That wasn't the answer you were supposed to give. To have no regard for the careful dance around his true meaning, is boring. Not even a smile cracks his face as he stands up, ready to leave. You grab his wrist.

"Worms are a lot less complex than humans," your words bring a slight twitch to the corner of his mouth, "They don't think, nor have emotions in the first place. And if it were any other worm, I wouldn't care. The important factor is that it's you."

Despite his attempt to keep a neutral expression, you still notice the light in his eyes when he looks back at you. A swift grin splits his cheeks to cover up with his usual bastard energy. "How cute," he coos, pulling his arm from your grip, only to take your hand in his.

He may never acknowledge this moment ever again, but the tight squeeze around your palm says more than enough.

#C:\rot #.txt #drr #izaya orihara #izaya x reader #izaya orihara x reader #durarara #durarara x reader #drr x reader

[chickensoup-4-mysoul]

herculean(drrr x f!reader) - chapter 1

chapter 1 - Warm Welcome

synopsis: (Y/N) Brigall. An aspiring fashion student far from home, visiting the rousing Ikebukuro to study the distinguished styles that the city has to offer. It's clear to those around her that she most definitely came to the wrong place. 

But unbeknownst to even herself, she's exactly where she's meant to be.

word count: 4,158

A/N: hello! this is actually a story that i have on ao3 under chickensoup4mysoul, i wanted to transfer it to this blog :) i’ll be posting individual/lumped chapters here, but you can find the rest over there!

warnings: minor violence, attempted kidnapping

"i got a taste of the good life, i was feelin' alright and i was in the backseat, it was a long day i was in a taxi on the cross island parkway,, good life - sammy rae & the friends

Despite it being well into the night, the subway was still pretty full. Many men and women returning from a tiring day at work, some preparing for a grueling night shift, others getting ready for a night on the town. Your grip on the pole tightens as everything suddenly skids to a stop, the doors of the small space opening. You are one of the first to leave, itching to free yourself from the tight confines of the train car. After all, you had been crammed into nothing but tight spaces for the past numerous hours; a plane, taxi, busses, and a couple of subway stations. While there had to be a quicker way to complete the journey to Ikebukuro, you didn't mind gaining experience in traveling. If you were going to be living here for a year, you needed to know how to get around!

        On the other hand, the presence of just as many people in the station didn't give you much more room to breathe. You know what? You'll get used to it. This is a city! An excited buzz seemed to overtake you at the reminder of where exactly you were. 

Ikebukuro. A big city as city-like as cities could get, yet still so underrated where you were from. You had only been familiar with the exact location for a short while before you actually moved there. 

        Weaving through the labyrinth of individuals, you became increasingly aware of how everyone seemed to blend together. A blur of beige skin tones varying in darkness and lightness, arrays of wardrobes combined into a muted color scheme. You briefly wondered how much you, a visitor, stood out. Perhaps your choice of dress didn't do much to help.

        Your platform sandals clicked against the tile of the subway station as you made a beeline for the exit. Of course, comfort was important when traveling, but not at the expense of style. A pair of striped culottes and an adorably lettuce-trimmed tank-top did the trick. A classic juxtaposition of a simply styled intricate pattern and an intricately styled, solid color. With some cute chunky jewelry as accessories, you had put together quite the ensemble for your first night in the bustling city.

        Despite the independent course of study you had taken, you couldn't doubt that you had quite the knack for fashion. A knack that you were sure could lead to a wonderful career. The plan was to attend university, solidify your studies, and gain some connections that would kickstart your profession as perhaps a consultant? Designer? However, you decided that before that, you should take a gap year to expand your horizons. After all, you had only explored the world of fashion available at your fingertips through magazines and the internet. Even with your affluence, your father had never found much use in petty vacationing.

Ah, father.

A smile of adoration overtook your face. Your beloved father. A wealthy man who took you under his wing when you were an infant and raised you singlehandedly. Even though his scientific studies greatly pre-occupied him, he always ensured that you were well-taken care of. Even now, as you are so far away, he's providing abundant financial support for your pursuit of your dreams. 

So loving, so generous. Your heart swells at the thought.

A pleasant chill racks your body as your skin meets the cool night air. Now this was the feeling that you were looking forward to. While still crowded with life, you now had the beautiful night sky, accentuated by the towering skyline. 

The journey to your apartment was a bit of a walk from the subway station. However, you'd be damned if you were going to run straight inside after being couped up for so many hours. Looking at the directions on your phone, you walk away from where it instructs, opting to follow the cluster of light that you hoped was some sort of shopping center.

In terms of cities that never sleep, Ikebukuro gave New York a run for its money. The plaza buzzed with the chatter of numerous conversations. Unlike the subway station, there was thankfully a bit more space as people passed you in different directions. You treat yourself to a short walk, figuring you deserved it. Peeking at different storefronts as you pass, you take note of the places that interest you. A cute bakery, a pet store, a gift shop, and--oooo you would definitely need to explore that clothing store!! 

You catch a glimpse of one of the mannequins and your heart has been won. You can already picture a million ways to style those pieces. Although, your wardrobe was extensive enough and you shouldn't waste father's funds...

Aw, what the heck. It was for your studies after all!

You are face to face with what feels like a wall of stone, scarcely cushioned by draping fabric.

"E-excuse me, I'm sorry!" You back up from the wall, looking up to profusely apologize to your victim.

"Is no problem! Place is full of people, best to watch where you are going." He smiles down at you. Far, far down.

Even with such a friendly disposition, there is an obvious aura of power surrounding him. However, any fear you would feel towards him is stifled by his adorable accent. Seems like you weren't the only foreigner after all.

"Of course, you're right. May I ask, would you happen to have been...er... born somewhere else?"

The dark-skinned man beams, seeming proud to answer such an awkward question. "Yes! I come from Russia. You are new face. Not from here either, I am correct?"

You laugh bashfully, discomforted by how seemingly obvious it was. "You caught me! This is my first time in Japan and I'm checking out the area."

"Ah, could not tell! Your Japanese, it is very good. Better than mine."

A sense of pride and relief washes over you. As part of the preparation process to move here, you obviously had to pick up some Japanese lessons. Luckily, you were assigned a great teacher that helped you understand the language. It was one of your main anxieties that you wouldn't be able to communicate with people, but it seems like you're doing better than you had anticipated! You beam gratefully at the man.

He catches you eyeing the flyers he's holding and immediately pushes one into your face. You take it from him, immediately taking note of the words "Russia's Sushi" written crudely in Japanese.

"You are by yourself, yes? I can assure that Russia's Sushi is the best place in town! Good when you are hungry, or when you need help with anything," his demeanor suddenly shifts, his gaze sobering in a matter of seconds, "Anything at all."

"O-oh, thank you! I will definitely visit the next time I'm in the area." You're put off by the abrupt change in atmosphere. 

"Soon, da?" Uuuuh, you feel threatened.

"Da! Soon, very soon!" You begin walking, deciding now was the time to continue on your way. "It was nice meeting you!"

It was only after you turned away from his kind smile and wave that you realized you didn't get his name, nor did you give him yours. You shrug it off, deciding not to worry about it. He's always gonna be at the sushi place, isn't he? You could find him later, no problem. 

Just a couple more minutes, you promise yourself, as you walk past one last strip of storefronts. As you approach the window of a comic book store, you're startled when the door swings open. Two walking stacks of manga emerge in front of you.

Wait, not manga. Their faces are obscured, but you can identify a woman in a long black dress and a man in a blue hoodie. They each seem to have put too many eggs in one basket, teetering back and forth to handle the weight of towers of books. 

"You sure this is all of them, Erika? We had to search every aisle of this place!" the presumed male asks.

"Of course, Yumacchi! All 50 copies of Super Tragic High School Life. Can't believe they tried to hide them."

You feel faintly guilty for eavesdropping on their conversation, but they're walking just ahead of you as you all head in the same direction. As they continue their chatter--sounded like there was some sort of special edition hidden in this series of books and they were deadset on finding it--you notice that their loads are becoming gradually harder to carry, swaying and tilting. Suddenly, the boy moves too sharply, upsetting the balance and causing his stack to tumble over.

Only a few steps behind, you scurry ahead to his side, reaching up and pushing the stack back into place before the damage is done. 

"Woah, thanks! That was a close one." The boy's face is still obscured as the he expresses his gratitude.

"No problem, it'd be painful to see so many books in mint-condition be ruined-woah!" You push back another unsteady book with your fingertips, barely reacting in time to catch it. "You wouldn't need help carrying those by any chance, would you?"

Even with their faces covered, the pair turn to each other and seem to engage in some sort of silent communication. After a moment, they turn back to you.

You follow them through the streets of Ikebukuro, having lightened a third of each of their loads. It was a wonder how they were able to find their way around; even with you helping, the stacks still reached the top of their heads.

"Took you guys long enough! And what are you doing with all that crap?" 

The presence of a new voice startles you. It was laidback and reminded you of a teenager's, not too different from the youthfulness of your companions'. You must have reached your destination. As Erika(?) explains how hard their escapade was, you hear the sound of a trunk opening before your stack is suddenly taken out of your hands. It was the man (Yumacchi?), who placed it next to the other two stacks they had stored in the back of a van.

Without any books in the way, you see that the man is blonde. It's hard to place how old he really is, his face carrying a youthful gleam, but not completely absent of mischief. His eyes are slanted and there seems to be a mystery as to what color they really are. 

"Wha-? Woah!!" As he turned back to face you, his face seemed to light up in surprise.

Nevermind, they are a lovely shade of amber. In a flash, you are face-to-face with the energetic duo. The girl, you notice, wore a black cap over dark, braided hair. Her dark eyes shined with the same excitement as her partner's. They were both cuties, you did admit, but you were more occupied with the invasion of your personal space.

"You're a foreigner!" they exclaim in unison. WOW OKAY was it THAT big of a deal?

"Hey hey, Yumacch! Doesn't she totally give off Michiko vibes?"

"You're absolutely right, Erika! Definitely the same exotic, fashionable vibe..."

You're not sure how you feel about being called "exotic", nor do you have any idea who this "Michiko" character is. Unsure of how to respond to their aggressive advances, you smile bashfully. Their faces are suddenly pulled away from you, a pair of heavy hands yanking them back by the shoulders.

"Hey, knock it off! Quit scarin' people with your crazy talk." Another new voice joins the fray. Gravelly and masculine, and honestly making you feel some type of way.

Your savior is a taller, tan-skinned man. He's dressed unobtrusively, his dark green jacket and jeans doing very little to catch the eye. A beanie cuts off some of his face, but you can still make out intense, dark eyes and a stern expression. Erika immediately whines at him for being no fun. Your ears perk at the name "Dotachin" and you wonder if it's some sort of nickname. A small distance behind him is another man, possibly the owner of the teenager's voice. His brown hair is long in length and he dons a swanky vest on top of a button-up. You muster up a sort of appreciation for his rustic sense of style.

"Sorry about those two. Judging from their pestering, doesn't seem like you’re a friend of theirs." 

“Nope! Just a random stranger off of the streets,” you jest, and relish in his apparent amusement at the statement, “I’m (Y/N)! If it hasn’t been made clear, I am visiting from out-of-town. Just arrived in Ikebukuro tonight. You’re...Dotachin, right?”

You are proud of yourself for not bursting out into laughter at the way his face contorts in a matter of seconds. The others do not extend the same courtesy, snickering at his annoyance. You can’t help but notice the glare that he sends Erika.

“Uh...no. Please. Never call me that. Kyohei‘s fine.” His eye seems to twitch for a moment and you feel a little bad. A little. “The two idiots are Walker and Erika. Guy over there is Saburo.”

Ah, so Yumacchi was a nickname as well. The two offenders are currently flipping through the manga, obviously too impatient to hold off their search. Sparing a glance at the blonde, you ponder the Western nature of his name. Erika, seeming to have calmed down, addresses you with a smile.

“So, it’s your first night here, huh? You’ve gotta be crazy to be walking around by yourself,” Erika comments, oblivious to the offensive implication of her words. You shrug, not really blaming her.

“I mean, it’s a big city, so I understand some risks but surely nothing could be any worse than what we deal with back home!” You intend to laugh it off, but the others don’t seem to share the same sentiment.

“You got color gangs back home? Kidnappings down the street?” Saburo remarks from his place against the van.

“A vicious slasher?” Erika chimes in.

“Full-out brawls in the plaza? Oooo, how about a headless rider?” Walker.

Nothing strikes you more than pure bewilderment. Of course, there was a fair share of activity where you grew up, but you were admittedly sheltered from all of it. Seems like there was a lot more to this city than you had initially thought.

“You seem like the kind of person that avoids trouble.” You feel a strong, warm hand on your shoulder and realize that it’s Kyohei’s. He seems to pull it away upon eye contact and you miss it immediately. “As long as you’re smart, you can probably steer clear of all of that.”

You smile and thank him, inwardly relieved that you had found people to tell you all of this.

“Well, I guess I should head home in that case. Wouldn’t wanna run into anything!”

“Where are you staying?” Kyohei asks. You unlock your phone to pull up the location of your apartment. However, you curse at the realization that you had gone very far off-route. Erika and Kyohei peek over your shoulder and notice your dilemma.

“We’ll give you a ride back!” Erika wasn’t offering, but outward stating. Kyohei nodded in agreement and Saburo was already starting the van up again, seemingly unbothered by the task. Welp, no reason to refuse at this point. Not like you were eager to trek back on your own, either.

“Let’s go then, and get out of this damn cold.” Kyohei gestures to the corduroy jacket you had tucked under your arm, “Don’t understand how you can just walk around carrying that jacket like an accessory. How are you not freezing your ass off?”

Compared to the van gang(that’s what you're calling them now, you’ve decided) you’re definitely more scarcely covered in your tank top and sandals. The weather had no bearing on you though, and whatever excruciating cold Kyohei was talking about was just a pleasant chill to you. 

Walker and Erika squeeze into the back, reaching back from their seats to search through more copies of the manga. You squeeze in with them, right behind Saburo in the driver's seat. The two otakus are preoccupied, leaving you to engage in small talk with the men in the front.

Kyohei is polite, asking you simple questions about how your traveling went, if you had made any other friends (You hide your grin at the word "other"), and what had brought you to Ikebukuro. You appreciate the effort, answering accordingly and avoiding oversharing. Saburo and Kyohei chuckle at the mention of a really burly, dark-skinned Russian man who, despite his open demeanor, couldn't help but be intimidating.

"Sounds like Simon, alright," Saburo comments.

"No need to worry about him. Dude hates violence. If anything, you'll want him on your side," Kyohei explains.

You hum, fiddling with the folded flier in your pocket. "Is the sushi any good?"

A huff. Probably his attempt at stifling a laugh, whatever it was, you're kind of charmed by it. "It's...good for what you pay for it."

Not exactly the most promising answer, but you'll take it. Price isn't necessarily something you need to worry about, but it seems like the place holds sentimental value. You decide that you would visit, especially if this group seems to frequent the place.

You continue giving Kyohei your life story, explaining your passion for fashion and how you came to Ikebukuro to explore the bold, nuanced styles of the city. You notice Kyohei quirk a brow at this and he even glances back at you.

"'Nuanced', huh? Why not somewhere cozier, like France? That's, like, a capital, right?"

A simper overtakes your lips at his attempt at understanding the topic. "France is overrated. I wanted somewhere where the fashion wasn't necessarily for the sake of fashion, y'know? Like, Saburo didn't wake up this morning and say: 'I'm gonna wear this snazzy vest today, because that's what Sedgwick would have wanted.' He probably just wore it because it was the first thing he spotted in his closet--and that's candid, and that's valid." 

"Um...thanks?"

"And that's what makes Ikebukuro such a fashion hotspot!!"

Your rant doesn't stop there, but Kyohei respectfully listens. It's nothing he hasn't experienced with Erika and Walker's manga obsessions or Saburo's Ruri Hijiribe fixation. Still, there was something about your sense of wonder, the many things you seemed to be looking forward to--in Ikebukuro, of all places--that rubbed him the wrong way.

...

"You seem smart, you can probably steer clear of all that." Kyohei grimaces at Erika's embarrassing attempt at an imitation of his voice. 

"How macho of you, Kyohei! Sounds like something the wounded warrior hero says to the girl that he secretly harbors feelings for, but doesn’t reveal them to keep her safe!” Even in the small space, Walker still finds a way to gesture in excitement, definitely almost hitting Erika in the face.

“Right?? Dotachin saw a lovely young damsel in distress and knew he had to protect her!”

“Shut up, willya?” 

As they drove away from (Y/N)’s dropoff point, the new visitor was still a topic of conversation. Mainly, how “macho hero” Kyohei was towards her. Granted, it wasn't unusual behavior for the man, but the pair of Otakus would not just ignore his acts of chivalry, towards a young woman, no less.

“Hey, Saburo.”

The driver hums, joining Kyohei in blatantly ignoring the foolishness occurring in the seats behind them.

“I’ve heard a lot of things about Ikebukuro, but nothing about it being a fashion hotspot.”

“Yeah, me neither. Sounds like bullshit to me.”

Kyohei stares at the rapidly moving passerby, deep in thought. Whatever this girl was here for, she certainly did not come to the right place. The idea of people so naive walking straight into the ticking time bomb that is Ikebukuro troubled him, and that wasn’t just regarding (Y/N).

He heaved a sigh, dismissing the unnecessarily convoluted thoughts about someone he had just met. It would be fine, he decided. It was just another random citizen, one who didn’t seem like the type to get wrapped up in the sort of trouble that plagues the city.

What’s the worst a fashion student could get sucked into?

...

Besides being stylish, your platform sandals were also the perfect level of comfort for a long day of travel. Even when you were walking for such a long time through the plaza, not once were you complaining about your feet being sore or tired.

Yeah, walking was great! Running? Not so much.

That was the main thought spiraling through your head as you all but sprinted through different alleyways.

You thanked your new friends one last time before sliding out of the vehicle. After they drove off, you turned to look up at your apartment building. However, you immediately noticed something strange. 

The structure in front of you was not nearly tall enough to be any sort of apartment. You checked the GPS on your phone and realized that you had gotten off on the wrong side of the street. Looking closer, you could catch a glimpse of a much taller building, a small distance behind the building in front of you. You heave a sigh as you realize how long it would take to reach it.

As you walk down the sidewalk, you notice an opening between two of the buildings. It turns out to be an alleyway, most likely leading to the other side of the street. You turn without hesitation or second-thought, distracted by the c onvenience of the shortcut. 

You quickly realize that the alley isn't a straight shoot to the other side and have to turn in a different direction. In an attempt to return to your intended route you turn again. And again. and again. 

So it turns out it wasn't just one building standing between you and sweet, sweet relaxation, but actually 2 or 3. Frustration begins to build as you only seem to get more and more lost. 

"This is ridiculous, I should be in bed by now! Just how late is it?" You think to yourself, taking a quick break to check the time on your phone.

"Not very smart to be wandering this late at night, is it, young lady?"

It was a wonder how you were able to dodge the bat that was swung in your direction. After that lucky break, you immediately tumbled in another direction, desperate to avoid your assailant. However, as soon as you thought you could shake him off, another man appeared in pursuit of you as well.

"Dammit, she's fast!" You hear from behind you, and you realize that a third has joined the fray.

Your sandals aren't comfortable, no, but they don't deter your speed. The different walls and turns become a blur to you as you sprint past, desperately trying to find a way out of the apparent labyrinth you've walked into. 

As you round another corner, you collide with someone else; one of the men that were chasing you. He crumbles to the ground as you stagger backwards, nursing the sting of your forehead. Your back comes in contact with another, small body and a pair of weak arms wrap around you.

"H-Here! She's here!"

The third musketeer appears and your victim, a stout, unkempt man, sluggishly picks himself up from the ground. They are all terribly out of breath, and its pretty obvious that they're out of shape. A tall, lanky man with glasses approaches you, the bat in his hand indicates that he was the one who threw the first blow.

He's seething, infuriated by the chase, his teeth grinding and eyes on fire. He raises the bat and your breath is caught in your throat. The weapon remains suspended in the air, ready to deal damage. After a moment, he deflates, a sinister chuckle seeming to rise from the deepest parts of him.

"You've caused us a lot of trouble, you know that?" The bat falls to his side, he holds out his other hand to the chubby man beside him. You twitch, noticing the quivering frailness of the arms that were locking you in place. The boy holding you couldn't have been much older than you were, of college age.

"Unluckily for you, we're not gonna end it for you so easily." He's been handed a cloth. After watching his friend douse it in liquid from a bottle, you don't want it anywhere near you. "With where you're going? You're gonna wish you'd died here..."

It's so dark now, you can't imagine how late it's gotten. All you can see now are the glints in his glasses, and the cloth descending upon you.

The glints of glasses. The feeling of helplessness. Shrinking under the eyes of someone who has no sympathy for you. Whatever happened to you, it didn't matter to them.

The corner of your mouth twitches. It feels familiar.

That's funny.

#drrr #drrr x reader #izaya orihara x reader #izaya orihara #durarara #durarara x reader #durarara imagines #shizuo heiwajima #shizuo heiwajima x reader #kadota kyohei x reader #kadota kyohei #erika karisawa x reader #erika karisawa #walker yumasaki x reader #walker yumasaki #saburo togusa x reader #saburo togusa #celty sturluson #shinra kishitani #anri sonohara

[happyandticklish]

Fucking my man up on this fine Monday afternoon 😌

#tickling #durarara #izaya orihara #durarara!! #personal #i am experimenting with something x reader-ish so this may end up terrible #like not x reader because its not written that way #but the identity of the other character is left vague enough that you could project onto it #if that makes any sense lol

[ethereal-blossom]

For the follower celebration, Izaya Orihara: N, O, R

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

They can be a bit lonely sometimes if Izaya is out running errands to gain information and ruin someone's night. However! They can also be cozy. When Izaya is behind his computer chatting as Nakura, his heart skips a bit as you walk up to him and push his chair back a little, only to then make it comfortable sitting in his lap. Izaya might act smug about it, but he loves the proximity and connection of it. Especially when you wrap your arms around him and nestles your head in his neck. Suddenly, this man is typing extra fast with one hand so he can have the other one wrapped around you.

At nights when Izaya is free, he likes to eat together or walk through city nights with you. I think any form of quality time is a little peace of heaven for Izaya, especially if he can observe your reactions.

(O) Open = When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?

It depends a little on how you meet, but it is going to be a slow process either way. Izaya does not trust easily and he is very protective of his heart, scared to get hurt, so he will test you to see what your intentions are. If you prove him you sincerely want to be a friend for him (which will eventually lead to becoming his lover) you'll have won his trust. When Izaya opens up about certain feelings, he will do it subtly and hide them in sentences that sound casual but actually say a lot.

(R) Remember = What is their favorite moment in your relationship?

I already shortly mentioned this, but the proximity. A part of Izaya does care about connection even though he avoids it, like how he was a bit bummed when he wasn't invited to Shinra's hotpot and punched a street light when his only friend was mad at him. Izaya's parents also sound neglectful which can add to perhaps a certain loneliness. Also, children of emotionally neglectful parents tend to be more clingy so that also adds to why I think Izaya would love the moments you are together. Especially since he might have buried the craving for relationships very deeply that he is absolutely starved for them, and giving a starved person one bite leads to even a bigger desire.

Not going to lie, I think once you have gained Izaya's trust and punched cracks into his guard he would be absolutely devoted to you. Maybe not in the sense that he will always put you above his work, but you'll be his favorite human that he loves to cling to. If someone even pisses you off Izaya is going to have such a fun time messing up their life.

#izaya x reader #durarara #durarara x reader #izaya orihara #izaya x you

[sunbloomdew]

once every five years i let myself become obsessed with a morally dubious male character. in 2018 it was izaya orihara and komaeda nagito. now it's probably going to be saiki kusuke lmao

#embarrasing confession: i never actually watched durarara lol #i've seen like one or two episodes #i was tiny and a scaredy cat 😪 #i might watch it someday but not really interested #but i read like one izaya x reader fic so i know my stuff ok #dude's got a knife and a long coat!!! incredible #didn't he make someone jump off the roof at some point #oH MY GOD HE WAS SHIPPED WITH THE BLONDE GUY!!! #i remember now #nagitooooo!!! he's neat #epic hair man sorry bout the mental illness tho #i read scenarios with him obvs who do you take me for #izaya orihara #nagito komaeda #saiki kusuke #sunbloom talks #entering edgy era for like a week until i get bored for another 5 years

[ah0rmone]

Izaya Orihara x fem! reader

warnings: dubcon, public, toys (vibrator), brief threats of nonconsensual gangbang

There was a sound of an opening door and the next thing you know was Izaya pushing you further behind high boxes with some wood pieces stocked inside. While you two were hidden in a secure deadend passage, you couldn't help but feel exteme anxiety. Your heart was pounding so hard you were sure that the warehouse workers would hear you any second.

"It's okay," you tried to calm yourself down. "Izaya can always talk us out of this mess."

Today your asshole of a boss came up with the weirdest work ever: both of you should have broken into one warehouse and steal some kind of papers or something like this, your boss had this vague way of talking with him leaving at least 80% of information out every time he spoke. With time you learned to ignore his ambiguity and just go with the flow.

However, as you felt the fur of his damned coat tickling your nose, you were cursing yourself for such gullibility. As you opened your mouth to demand him to take a couple of steps ahead since he had plenty of room, your ears picked up on people talking. It was four of five men discussing how they should cut something off. Apparently it was some kind of a metal pipe or something, either way it was going to get loud really soon.

"Maybe we should just reveal ourselves and go home," you whispered into Izaya's ear, tugging on his sleeve.

"Not yet," he answered with an apparent amusement in his voice.

While you were wondering what his exact plan was, a sound of metal welding bursted. That was when Izaya's intentions became as clear as a day.

To be honest, you didn't even understand what happened first, just some thing pushing into your lower area. And then you gasped in shock, feeling its slow vibrations. This asshole was pressing a vibrator into you! You tried to step back but there was nowhere to go - just a bunch of piled up carts.

When you tried catching his hand, he immediately turned back to you, handcuffing your right hand to one of the carts and grabbing your left one.

"What are you doing?" you hissed, looking him right in the eyes, but, to your fear, seeing in them nothing but enjoyment. And a bit of lust.

Instead of answering your question, he quickly unbuttoned your jeans pulling them to your knees. Now you were just in your panties, stripped and handcuffed in the middle of a lively warehouse.

"Izaya--," you pleaded, scared and, unfortunately, a little bit turned on.

He came closer, body fully pressed into yours, so that his lips brushed your ear shelf. They parted like he wanted to say something, however, nothing came out of his mouth but a stream of hot air. You shrugged, he chuckled and then the vibrations began again. Now there was nothing between your clit and a vibrator besides your thin panties.

You gasped again and tried to squirm away but to no avail - there was no room for you to maneuver, you just had to take it.

"Didn't expect you to be so obedient, (y/n) - chan," Izaya smirked. "You're barely struggling. Enjoying it a little bit too much?"

"Shut up," your voice was barely audible.

Your words didn't falter his smile, in fact, quite the opposite - it turned into a shit-eating grin you passionately hated. Quick to notice your weak resistance, Orihara set the vibrator on a higher setting.

You didn't know why but everything felt so overwhelming that you had actually started to feel aroused. Maybe you had a thing for public sex, maybe the vibrations were too strong or maybe it was your attractive manipulate piece of shit of a boss - the reason didn't matter, what mattered is that your panties became so wet you knew you would have to take them off later. Also you were so - so - so close.

Foretelling orgasm waves were slowly creeping onto you. Your eyes fell shut, lip was bit to suppress a moan. You didn't want to give Izaya luxury to see you actually enjoying it (just for the record, you weren't enjoying him anyway, it was the vibrator!). But going against Orihara Izaya was a failure from the moment such a thought even occurred to you, you knew this and, yet, allowed yourself to enjoy your little imaginary win - getting to cum and, at the same time, not getting to see your boss's face.

Abruptly the sound of metal welding stopped and so did the vibrator. Your opened eyes looked into Izaya's ones with fear and irritation. Only now it dawned upon you that you two weren't at home nor in the office - it was a public place in which you trespassed!

Orihara didn't seem to be as fazed as you, in fact, he looked like a person who was perfectly aware of the situation and who was enjoying it whole-heartedly.

"If you want to say something rude," he cut you off before you even had a chance to speak, "remember that you're handcuffed, half-naked and wet," his whisper burned your ear but his next words made you shiver. "Unless, it's a kink of yours and you would like me to go, leaving you with that fine gentlemen alone. I'd say one on one but there're clearly more than one."

"No," you pleaded quietly, rubbing your thighs together. The idea of Izaya seeing you as an obedient girl was unpleasant but the threat was terrifying. His mischievous eyes were hinting that he wasn't bluffing, he could do it for his own amusement.

"Alright, then here's the deal," you noticed that he didn't yet take off his coat, leaving both of you covered. You doubted that he would actually protect you if any unwanted spectator made it inside that passage but still felt a little bit safer. "....and if you don't I leave you here handcuffed, helpless, like a whore you are, to be enjoyed by these hard sweaty, absolutely ignorant and scary men," his lips touched your jawline.

Your stomach dropped. That little ability of yours, the one you were so proud of - shutting off Orihara's blabbing and ignoring him completely - betrayed you this time! Just as you wanted to ask him to repeat, workers were back at it, filling the air with insufferable noise, and Izaya turning on a toy again.

What did he want? Did he want you to cum? Did he want you not to cum? The threat was quite clear though and you had to pick one option. The thought process didn't take long, your body craving release even if it resulted in a less honourable ending. In this situation all you could do is to hope for the best.

After some seconds, you felt it coming - burning pleasure in your lower stomach. Izaya's words were circling inside your head. Helpless. Left to be enjoyed. Handcuffed. Wet. Whore. Your toys curled, breath hitched and, to your embarrassment and relief, you cummed. This time the sound covering your indecent doings was short- lived and ended right after Orihara turned the vibrator off. Your blank mind wandered how he could keep such a huge toy in his pocket without everybody noticing. Without you noticing.

The man's fingers ran through your sweaty hair and then he took your handcuff off. You didn't know if he did it on purpose or suddenly became clumsy because of an apparent boner inside his jeans, but the metal piece fell down with a loud clink. You froze, Izaya, on the other hand, turned around, putting his hands up and quickly got out of your little passage just to face a man.

"Hey, sorry, it's just me and my assistant here. We're working for your boss, and wanted to check whether everything is alright. Also, I'd really like to check your records on recent deliveries. My assistant?" your stomach dropped in fear. "Yeah, she's there, she's just a little bit shy, let me grab here. Here, you can read these documents while I'm doing this. Be right back!"

And there he was again standing next to you.

"Why are you so slow?" he said in displeased but cunning tone and then proceeded to step very close to you. "Oh, i see why. Here, the problem is gone. Now put on your jeans and follow me."

He cut your panties off and put them inside his pocket.

"What?" he laughed at your disbelieved gaze. "They're soaked, surely, it would be too uncomfortable to wear them now."

You wanted to argue, you really did, but you were so tired (of his bullshit too), so that you just sighed and zipped your pants back. It felt weird but tolerable. At least, your boss was a much bigger inconvenience.

"Good thing, that you cummed in time, I actually thought I'd have to leave you here," he hummed.

"But you wouldn't have actually done it?... Right?"

He just shrugged.

You really hated your boss.

#durarara!! x reader #durarara smut #izaya orihara #durarara izaya #durarara imagines #durarara scenarios #durarara!! scenarios

[kimdokja-real]

Sorry, but this needs to be said.

Reading the novel and seeing both insecurity and confidence from Kim Dokja, the fandom has really ripped him apart and done injustice to his character.

Like, I get Kim Dokja's insecurity and self-hatred and lack of self-love and all, but why is that the only thing the ORV fandom talks about?

Okay yeah, the epilogue is sad, Kim Dokja has a lack of self-love and self-worth, but he's not only that.

If Kim Dokja were just someone lacking self-worth and self-love, he would never have been able to get so far, he would have died in the train because he didn't care about himself enough to live.

Where's Kim Dokja's confidence, his meticulous planning, his cocky, cunning and manipulative nature without making him a submissive bottom?

I get it, it's kind of appealing and hot to see a vastly intelligent character like Kim Dokja be bottom, it's like some moe gap (I had a character like that in another fandom last time), but how about letting Kim Dokja top once or twice? No?

You're telling me this confident, sly, manipulative always knows what to do man will be bottom forever. No, I think he'd desire at least one or two times to be top. It's in his nature to be on top of things. It's shown clearly in the novel.

And he'd switch it around, just like he switched things around in the apocalypse.

Damn, it's such a waste. We have this precious, supremely intelligent character whom we can explore various sides of, for example we can explore both his lack of self-worth (submissive bottom) and how he desires things (dominant top), and have interesting fics on both, yet the fandom only sticks to the lack of self-love and lack of self-worth side and keeps him as a submissive bottom, calls that Kim Dokja, and actually think that's okay.

No, I really think it's self-projection of your ideals of some sort, that make Kim Dokja so embarrassingly out of character in the fandom.

Why can't we have Kim Dokja in character in the fandom? His character is so unique, complicated and complex and so interesting. Shouldn't people who love Kim Dokja want to explore the different aspects of his character?

Or is Kim Dokja too hard for the fandom to understand?

I've seen this treatment of a highly intelligent character before, Orihara Izaya from Durarara, whom was so vastly intelligent the fandom only knew how to write him OOC as some tsundere. He was a little shit who made people angry on purpose and manipulated them cunningly and intelligently, but the fandom loved him and wrote him OOC. And I loved his character, loved him as bottom and enjoyed those OOC fics but did not take them seriously. I loved him as bottom, wrote fics with him on the bottom, but I also wrote him as top, because no way a man is going to bottom forever, especially an intelligent man with complicated plans like him.

But even for Izaya, there were fans who preferred him as top and even if they made him cruel as top (drawing from his manipulative nature in a twisted way), his character still got to top in the fandom. His potential as top was over time, addressed in the fandom. I'm hoping the same thing will happen with Kim Dokja, for Omniscient Reader. ORV is such a complicated read, it's natural that the main character can be seen as both top and bottom.

Why can't we explore both the bottom and top nature of Kim Dokja's character, I don't understand.

#i'm a top kim dokja shipper #yet i can see him bottoming #why bottom kim dokja fans can't see him topping is something i don't get #kim dokja #dokhyuk #dokjoong #joongdok #orv #omniscient reader's viewpoint #top kim dokja #orihara izaya #even izaya got to top #why not kim dokja