#durarara fanfiction

[animekpopsimp]

Dating Scenarios (Durarara)

Shizuo

Shizuo is used to being alone since he's considered a "monster"

So he's afraid that you'll find him too awkward and that you'll want to end the relationship

It takes him time and reassurance before he becomes more comfortable

Under his aggressive nature, he's a huge softy

Surprisingly, he doesn't mind physical affection, but he won't do it in public

Shizuo isn't good with words, but he tries his best to express his feelings

He doesn't compliment you often, but he loves everything about you

His love language is gift-giving, and he likes buying you small things that remind him of you

He also likes spending quality time with you, no matter what the two of you are doing

He just enjoys being around you when no one can interrupt you

Shizuo is always worried that someone who's out to get him will go after you, so he's protective

When the two of you are out in public he will have an arm around your waist

If he notices someone staring at you for too long, he'll silently glare at them, scaring them off

If someone even attempts to hurt you, he will hurt them before they even get the chance

Izaya

Izaya is surprisingly affectionate

Most people may not expect it, but he's loving when it comes to you

He loves to spoil you and shower you with compliments

He also likes to tease you, just to see you blush

Izaya loves cuddling, and he always has an arm wrapped around your waist when the two of you are asleep

You're the only person he feels he can be vulnerable around

He feels like you understand him and won't judge him

Izaya knows he's got a lot of enemies, and he is always worried that you'll be in danger because of that

Because of that, he's always keeping an eye out for any danger and he feels the need to protect you

His worst nightmare is something bad happening to you, and he will do anything to prevent that from happening

Izaya may seem heartless, but he loves you a lot

Celty

Celty is really sweet

In your relationship, she's super affectionate

She loves giving you hugs out of nowhere, just to see the surprised look on your face

She loves making you blush, it makes her feel proud

She also loves showering you with compliments and making you feel beautiful

She's often insecure about your relationship since she isn't the most normal person

She sometimes thinks you'll leave her for someone else, and she needs reassurance sometimes

She really appreciates the fact that you stick with her

The two of you often take rides on her motorcycle together at night

It's one of her favorite ways of spending time with you

Celty really likes cuddling, she just loves being close to you

[i-love-izaya-orihara]

So this is actually the same story I've already posted about a year ago. The plot is the same (as much as there is an actual plot..) but I rewrote it in a way. I just like it more now.

So, yeah. You can check it out if you want. Or not. It really depends on you.

As if we don't all read over and over again about the same a**holes falling in love though.. 😑

[autumnmobile12]

My Hero Academia AU: Sleeping Habits

A short comic for Ambush Simulation.

Summer Camp with UA and the Wild, Wild Pussycats.

This one’s a parody since this is a scene from Durarara x2!! and therefore this part will not be appearing in the Ambush Simulation fic.  It’s still funny to think about, so here's a little bonus while I work on the next chapter.

I don’t know if there’s a market in the simping community for post-shower hair Spinner, but if there is…you’re welcome?

I have no explanation for why Compress would wear the mask while asleep. (The original was a dude wearing a gas mask because he was worried about polluted air.)  Maybe he knows Dabi sleeps like a maniac and, on realizing he got the futon next to his, opted to wear some facial protection to avoid getting slapped in the face by the oblivious little shit.

Also, the headcanon that Dabi talks in his sleep...sure, why not?

...

Dabi:  Why are you wearing that mask?

Compress:  Nothing to be concerned about.

[hollisartsblog]

durarara in 2024? unbelievable

[rukazaya]

Title: Blood Contract

Pairings: Priest Shizuo x Vampire Izaya

Rated: R

Summary:  Halloween Special! AU Story of Vampire Izaya and Priest/Vampire Hunter Shizuo! In which Shizuo accidentally makes a blood contract, binding the vampire to him as his servant. But Izaya refuses to be tamed that easily.

Archive of our own: Ch 38 Fanfiction.net: Ch 38

I'm in shock I updated my own chapter after 4 years. But yes, here's your chapter 38. Thanks to @eromkk who persistently poked me until I updated. That was impressive lol

Huge thanks to my Beta, @izaya-is-life, @curapicas and Badromance. I love you guys. And to those who I haven't seen in 4 years, hello I'm back with a chapter. Thank you for your kind support <3 To those who's never read my fanfic, thank you for checking it out (psst. read my tags before you proceed... i don't want to scar anyone lol) Thanks guys again.

[shibaleeart]

Read that CANON side story where a succubus tried to seduce Shizuo by turning into Izaya

[kasururigoth]

durarara fans just LOOOOOOVE seeing either shizuo or izaya get kidnapped in fanfiction... So called 'free thinkers'

[thecryingmanonthemoon]

So I’m rewatching Durarara because I’m currently working on a Shizaya fic and some of the shit Izaya says has me writing down proof that this dude is gay as fuck. Even if nothing is explicitly said in cannon, he is 100% queer coded. If anyone wants to see my receipts, I’m writing them down in my notes app as I keep watching the series 😂

[ficresc]

He's probably running his hands through his hair; it's one of his nervous tics. He plays with his hair when he's anxious and Izaya had at one point found that endearing. Shizuo bounces his legs when nervous, bites his lip when worried, pinches the bridge of his nose when stressed. Most of all, he paces when he's uneasy. Izaya can see him doing all four of those.

til the war's won by izayas

[happyandticklish]

You Make It Hard to Breathe

Notes: The fandom has collectively decided that Izaya can't swim, and I've decided to run with it~

Summary: Izaya can't swim and Shizuo takes it upon himself to teach him how.

The sun beat down on him, a never-ending heat that was slowly but surely chipping away at Izaya’s psyche. He drew an arm over his face to try to block out the harshness of its rays, but light flickered in regardless making him squint. He was sweating. Sweating. Izaya Orihara did many things, but he did not sweat.

He flinched as a splash of water landed on his feet, drawing them back on his chair with disdain. “Do you mind?”

“That’s a lame move, you know,” the other man informed him at the edge of the lake. He had his arms propped up on the deck, kicking idly to keep himself afloat as he fixed Izaya with a grumbling stare. “You were the one who wanted to come here in the first place.”

“I enjoy the scenic view,” Izaya said idly. He had given up on fully blocking out the sun and chose to sit up instead, adjusting his towel underneath him. He should have brought sunglasses but it had been dark out when they left for the trip and he hadn’t thought to plan accordingly. It was unlike him, but the comfortability of packing in the morning with a sleepy Shizuo at his side had distracted him. The thought stirred a sense of prickling unease in him. It was only sunglasses, but it felt far too much like being off his guard. “Why would I want to splash around in disgusting mud water? It figures a beast such as yourself would enjoy these grotesque pleasures, of course.”

He flashed Shizuo a simpering smile, delighting in the glare it was received with. He turned back to his book, a collection of Russian poetry he had nabbed off of one of his rarer clients while they had been visiting the city. The page he had marked detailed out a short piece about the futility of life and the dread that came along with it. Cliché. Basic. Overdone. But the language was beautiful and there was nothing to say that Izaya couldn’t enjoy a more rudimentary read.

He was on vacation after all. The point was to relax.

Izaya wasn’t sure what had prompted the idea. Maybe it had been Shizuo’s insistence on clinging to him like a leech while he was trying to work, clearly bored out of his mind. Maybe it had been the overcast skies that sent a sense of gloom reigning over the massive apartment. Maybe he had simply wanted a change.

Shizuo hadn’t protested when he suggested the idea of a holiday vacation, merely raised a brow and scoffed in typical Shizuo fashion—that was his version of enthusiastic support. He hadn’t missed the glimmer in Shizuo’s eyes when they’d arrived at their outrageously small cabin, though. Izaya had to bite back a smile himself at how easily entertained he was. He didn’t allow himself to think that it was because the childlike fascination was cute, but Shizuo had figured it out if the sudden flush and averted gaze then had been any indication.

Now, he was finding that fascination annoying as several droplets of water landed on the top margins of his page. He sighed, tilting his chin down to meet Shizuo’s stare.

“Can I help you?”

“Get in with me.”

“And obtain the hundreds of diseases contained within that filth? I’m afraid I’ll have to decline.”

Shizuo frowned. For a moment, it seemed as though Izaya had dissuaded him, but in the next, Shizuo was gripping the edges of the boardwalk and pulling himself up in one fluid, wet motion. The water lurched at the displacement and Izaya drew back in his chair as it ran up against the wooden platform.

He yelped when Shizuo approached him, scrambling out of his chair to escape the dripping mess before him. “No, absolutely not, you are soaking wet. At least dry off first.” He snatched up the towel on the chair and shoved it into Shizuo’s chest, but the other ignored it, instead reaching out to wrestle his book away. Izaya put up a valiant defense but Shizuo was stronger than him and far less concerned about potentially ripping the pages than the former.

Finally, Shizuo emerged victor, clutching the book victoriously over Izaya’s head. “Who comes to a lake house to read, anyway? You can do that back home anytime.”

He tossed the book over on the remaining towels in the grass and Izaya winced. It did look mostly unharmed. Maybe a little wet, which he held every intention of complaining about later. Now, however, he was focused on survival as Shizuo—with zero warning he might add—scooped an arm under his legs, catching him off guard as he swept him into his arms.

He convinced himself that the racing of his heart was due to panic and nothing else.

“Shizuo,” Izaya said firmly as the other led him towards the lake. He tried to keep the edging panic out of his voice but the ebbing waves below them was making it hard to focus. “Shizuo, if you don’t put me down right now—”

“Than you might risk actually having fun for once?”

Shizuo was smirking, clearly not understanding the dire stakes they were facing. They were at the edge of the boardwalk now and Izaya yelped when Shizuo started to drop him, desperately clinging onto his neck.

Shizuo paused at that. “Everything alright, flea? You seem…��� he struggled for the right word. “Unusually uncomposed.”

“If you had bothered to ask that earlier you might have realized that sooner,” Izaya hissed, hating how the combination of sweat and water on Shizuo’s back was making it difficult to get a firm grip. “I’m fine, I just don’t like the water, so if you could just—don’t!”

Shizuo’s hold had slackened once more experimentally. They both waited in the aftermath of the noise that could only be described as a shriek of terror.

“Izaya…” Shizuo started slowly. “Do you not know how to swim?”

Heat flashed across Izaya’s face. “Of course I know how to swim.”

“So, if I dropped you in right now—”

“Shizuo—”

“I will if you don’t tell me the truth.”

Izaya was silent for a long while. He wasn’t used to being on the other side of blackmail and he was not finding it to his liking. Shizuo’s stare was relentless, however, and the water rose in his vision in terrifying swells as it rode waves along the lake. He averted his gaze in what he hoped was nonchalance. “I just didn’t find it to be a necessary skill, is all. The whole concept of swimming is a ridiculous death wish anyway. Wading around in something that can kill you isn’t high up on my bucket list.”

Shizuo scoffed, rolling his eyes at the dramatics. Of course he wouldn’t be worried about something like this. Izaya had never met someone so unconcerned with their own safety. It would have been worrying if he hadn’t seen him survive all that he had—most of it inflicted by Izaya himself.

He ignored that particular twinge of guilt in favor of panic as Shizuo took a few steps back and then jumped into the shimmering water, Izaya still clutched in his arms.

The first thing he noticed was how cold it was. A freezing cold too, that shocked Izaya’s system as it tried to process the sudden temperature change. The second thing he noticed was how he was not able to breathe. He quickly slammed his mouth shut, trying to ignore the burning feeling at the back of his throat from all the water he had accidentally inhaled while shrieking. He kept his arms latched in a death grip around Shizuo’s throat as the latter’s worked to push their collective way to surface.

When they finally breached air all of five seconds later, Izaya gasped for much-needed breath, spluttering over the water clogging his throat. He was vaguely aware of Shizuo laughing in the background and he made a mental note to be offended by that once he was out of this freezing, over glorified bath.

“What was that for?” Izaya demanded indignantly once he could safely speak without coughing up saltwater.

“To show you that a simple thing like swimming isn’t going to kill you.” Shizuo raised a brow. “We’re not drowning, are we?”

They weren’t drowning, oddly enough. Through the reflections in the water, Izaya could see Shizuo’s legs idly kicking and keeping them afloat. One of his arms was preforming the same, lazy strokes as well, while the other curved protectively around Izaya’s waist. In theory, they were safe. This did not stop Izaya’s nails digging into Shizuo’s back from how tightly he was holding on, however. Shizuo barely seemed to notice.

“Shizuo,” Izaya said, forcing a casual, but firm tone of voice. “Put me back on the docks.”

“Not yet.”

“Not—?!”

“I want to show you that it’s fine. You’re going to have to learn to swim eventually, now is as good a time as any.”

Even as he said it, he kicked them a little closer to the shore, allowing Izaya to quickly reach out and grab onto one of the dock’s legs for safety. Evidently, he still had some humanity left in him.

“There, now you see—Izaya!”

It was a risky move and ultimately not worth it as Shizuo’s hand squeezed where it held on his waist, forcing an uncharacteristically panicked squawk out of Izaya.

The two froze for a moment, wading literally and figuratively in the aftermath of the unexpected sound. Then, Shizuo squeezed again. To his credit, Izaya merely let out a grunt this time, but it was too late—the damage had already been done.

“Swimming is an important skill,” Shizuo said, his voice coming out in a slow drawl that set Izaya’s nerves on edge. “You have enemies everywhere, flea, you really want them finding out that all it takes to take you down is a swimming pool and a lack of floaties?”

“I’ve survived this long.” Izaya hadn’t let go of the dock yet, torn between two insistent voices of instinct, one telling him to hold on for dear life and the other screaming at him that Shizuo’s hand was still wrapped around his waist—his stupidly sensitive waist.

“Luck. Luck that could fade.” Shizuo pressed his face into the crook of Izaya’s neck and the informant tensed, trying not to think about hot breath and teeth grazing his skin. “Let me teach you to swim or I’m going to tickle you until you’re suffocating from much worse methods than drowning.”

Izaya’s throat was dry. It was an impossible scenario. Being a pupil to someone like Shizuo in a scenario where failing could mean his imminent death was not his idea of a good time. On the other hand, the softness of Shizuo’s lips on his neck combined with the drumming fingers at his waist was frazzling his nerves with a giddy anticipation. The water seemed to make everything more sensitive too, his body already shivery and tense from the cold. Plus, tickling meant squirming, squirming meant Shizuo losing his grip, which meant Izaya sinking to the bottom of the lake and having his corpse nibbled on by some long-lost beast looking for a nice dinner.

He should never have suggested a lake house.

“Shizuo—”

Fingers, wiggling, scratching, spidering over his waist. His hand snapped back like a slingshot from the deck, moving to wrap around Shizuo’s neck instead. Fluttery giggles were escaping, and shit, he was breaking too fast, he normally had more resistance than this, the helplessness of this situation was not helping matters—

“Have you made a decision? You seem a bit antsy there, ‘Zaya.”

Izaya merely shook his head, burying his own face in Shizuo’s neck. He wanted to rip his hand away, but he didn’t want to disrupt Shizuo’s concentration on keeping them afloat.

On the other hand, it really, really tickled.

A kiss, then a bite into the crook of his neck, soft little grazes of teeth that made Izaya practically whimper as he attempted to scrunch up his shoulders. Shizuo’s fingers squeezed once more before crawling up and circling around his ribs, so close to the undersides of his arms that Izaya was going more than a little mad. He cursed himself for not wearing a shirt today even though he had held no ideations towards swimming when they had arrived. Still, the shirt he had brought had been stifling in the heat, and he had figured it couldn’t hurt. Now, he would have much preferred the heat.

Shizuo’s thumb dug into the divot of skin right above his top rib. Izaya yelped, unable to help the sudden burst of frantic thrashing the action caused. “We’re going to d-drown you ohoaf! Shit!”

“We’re fine, I’ve got you. Of course, if you knew how to swim, I would never be able to pull this move on you again.”

Izaya whacked a hand into his back at the comment, hard enough that anyone else might have released him. Shizuo barely seemed to notice, responding only with quick, scrambling fingers under his arms. Izaya’s face was a bright shade of red that spread quickly and obviously down his neck and onto his shoulders. He needed to stop the stream of breathless giggles that he couldn’t seem to get control over, but it was hard when each twitch of Shizuo’s fingers sent prickles of goosebumps sprawling over his skin (something he would later blame on the cold of the water when Shizuo pointed it out).

For a while, they stayed like that. Shizuo’s fingers, mouth, teeth, and tongue all working to send Izaya into a flustered, gasping, whining mess of laughter as he struggled to stay afloat. And yes, perhaps there was some part of Izaya that was enjoying how securely Shizuo was holding him, his strong arm tensed and confident around Izaya’s back, or how the thrill of laughter almost made him forget about swimming and water and all the diseases he had most likely accidentally swallowed when they first jumped into the water. Maybe. Maybe he could admit that, privately, to himself, later on when he was safe in bed and thinking back on the day. But for right now, his only goal was survival, which meant Shizuo stopping as soon as possible.

Eventually, it was Izaya’s own sensitivity that saved him. Shizuo’s arm had shifted so that his arm served as a seat (a much safer position with how much Izaya was moving around), and his fingers had experimentally found their way to his lower thigh where, fastening on in a tight grip, they squeezed and Izaya nearly jumped out of his skin with a screech of laughter. Instinct kicked in faster than strategy did, and Izaya’s knee jerked up into Shizuo’s chin, temporarily forcing him to let go.

Izaya had only a second to rejoice that Shizuo’s hands were no longer tickling him before realizing that this meant that Shizuo’s hands were no longer holding him either. Luckily, he was only underwater for a couple seconds. In a desperate flail, he managed to slam his foot into Shizuo’s chest, propelling him towards the docks—a move that only worked as Shizuo had mercifully remained within reach. He quickly grabbed onto the dock, pulling himself back to safety as he spluttered and coughed, trying to hack up the water he had accidentally inhaled in his momentary plunge.

Shizuo was laughing. Izaya had almost died and Shizuo was laughing. He rubbed the spot Izaya’s foot had landed with a hum of approval. “Nice reflexes.”

Izaya had thankfully managed to pull himself back on shore, where he retreated back to the safety of his chair, fumbling for his towel. “You almost killed me,” he hissed. There wasn’t any real venom in his voice though. It was more embarrassment than anything else.

Shizuo raised a brow at the claim. He remained in the water, perfectly content to tread the watery death trap. “I’ve done far worse without you so much as flinching. Besides, it’s not like you mind the tickling. Or have you forgotten that I know about that?”

Izaya pointedly did not look at him as he retrieved his towel, wrapping it around his shoulders. “I did not enjoy almost drowning because of it.” Not a confirmation or a denial, if the court played the sentence back.

He did not so much see as felt the eye roll from behind him. “Dramatic.”

“Brute.”

“Princess.”

Izaya sent him a withering stare. That particular insult (perhaps compliment, but Izaya refused to take it as such) was a new one, and one that Izaya was quickly finding not to his liking. He snatched his book up, settling back into his chair. Still in an okay condition, and the cool air had dried any bits of the pages that had gotten wet. He held the book up like a shield for his face as he noticeably did not respond.

Shizuo held up his arms in an expression of surrender, though the grin of amusement was still present on his face before he dove back under the water. As Izaya flipped a page in the novel, he hid his own smile, though his had a more affectionate value to it, despite the irritation.

Next summer, he decided, he would teach himself how to swim.

Shizuo would not be invited.

[gemini-twinz]

Legend one: Braindance Angel

This is part of a Cyberpunk 2077 AU for Durarara!! I will be writing a fic soon titled Memory Reboot, but before I started, I wanted to write some small tests/warmups to get me comfortable writing for it. Here is the first one. Small disclaimer that this is self contained and Memory Reboot will not be in first person.

------------🚹💖----------------

Good evening Setton. This experience has been modified specifically for your unique interface. Please enter your terminal password.

User: Setton

Password: *********|

-#(LOADING…)#-

D=#$%&&, (compiling shaders)&&7**~

R*%^&&(tuning emotional triggers)#$@@

R*%!!~+(synthesizing physical sensations)&***_=

R3^7**-(recalling memory)%--#$&--.--..--.*

Thank you for waiting! Enjoy your braindance…

_+-=_

I am seeing through the eyes of a man who seems oddly familiar in a way I can't place.

The man stands on the top of the tower of Arasaka and looks blankly out onto the city, blinded by the halo flashing a lovely memory into his eyes. He pays no mind to the flickering advertisements hovering above Night City's denizens, or the smog creating a fog over the damp and dimly lit streets. Teetering on the edge, he laughs, arms out as he blindly walks the edge. His movements are flighty and off tilt, almost as if he is in a drunken state, but I taste no alcohol on his breath.

It isn't until the city flickers and fries below him that I realize he’s not simply watching a braindance, he is inside of one. Somehow his BD wreath is still visible in his eyes, though it may be part of the BD as well. How does someone even record a virtue of a virtue? … Wait..

**&476(Amygdala not found. Switching to alternative method)&&$*2**

&%#3(Possible method found. Initiating)&<#**

A sorrow I have never felt before starts at the top of my neck and washes over my entire body, coldness in it's wake. I'm convinced my fingers may turn blue. My nerves feel like ice.

The man looks at his shaking hands.

I'm shaking with him.

The call of the void overtakes my senses as he looks listlessly over the edge of the building. There is no drop in the pit of his stomach, no nausea. There is no fear in him of falling, as if replaced by the invincible feeling of knowing he can fly. As he holds his arms in close to hug his body, I feel a smirk stretch across his face to reveal his chattering teeth.

With a flash like a nebula forming, great digital wings emerge from his back, flickering like a distorted hologram. Colorful glitches dance on each feather like sunlight reflecting on the ocean’s horizon. He opens his arms and looks wide-eyed to the moon with a sardonic laugh..

“Am I truly equal..?” He talks to no-one, tipping his head to look back down at the city streets. "Equal to them before you.. Or too wretched.." Silent contemplation takes him for a moment.. then he speaks up once more. “Try as I may, I.. have no place in heaven..”

And he tips over the edge with open arms.

He doesn't fly.

Thank god he closes his eyes, and all I hear is a wet, horrid crunch before awakening as if from a nightmare. Tuning credits roll on my visor, and I hear a voice memo, stark and cold as an AI.

_+-=_

“We at A.B. Virtue inc. hope your experience was an exhilarating one, and..

We urge you to consider challenging your biases..

Have a pleasant evening, Setton”

[animekpopsimp]

Shizuo and Izaya having a crush on you

You met Shizuo first

The two of you lived near each other and became friends despite his aggressive attitude

You're friendship continued into high school, which is where you met Izaya

He took an interest in you, which Shizuo didn't like

Though you still became friends with the black-haired boy, much to Shizuo's displeasure

They both remain civil for your sake, but when you're not looking they send each other hateful glares

When the three of you finish high school, Iazya moves away, so you don't see him as often

Despite that, he still makes an effort to see you, even If Shizuo does his best to stop him

Shizuo often visits you in his free time as well, partly so he can keep Izaya away from you

After school was when the two of them became completely hostile toward each other

Izaya always tries to convince you that Shizuo is a dangerous monster who could hurt you someday

Meanwhile, Shizuo warns you that Izaya is manipulative and doesn't care about you

The two of them are basically at war, to get you to stay away from the other

Both Shizuo and Izaya know they have romantic feelings for you, and that only makes it worse

They try not to get you involved with their conflicts, but sometimes you do see them fighting

It's upsetting but you still care for both of them

Despite them trying their hardest to make you only pay attention to them, they still haven't told you how they felt

Though if Shizuo sees him planning to do so, he'll do what he can to stop him

Izaya does the same, and it never ends well

Overall, they both are very competitive when it comes to you

[ymirloves]

⋆｡°✩Meet the blogger! ⋆｡°✩

hii i'm ymir and im ur author <3 some stuff abt me: i am a big nerd on writing fanfiction/general stories, video games, and nature! **legend of zelda is my alltime favorite video game ((TP is my fav; getting OoT soon ;) )) some of my fav music artists is glass animals, sza, i monster ashnikko, marina and the diamonds, florence and the machine, kendrick lamar ! i hope i meet lots of people on here, i'm super new to tumblr and reaching out to fandoms anyways!

[iamfujoshiwe]

Have you ever read a good story with amazing writing style and every fiber of your being is just..... filled with so much joy?? So much happiness?? So much serotonin??

THISSS!!!!

I can't express how much I love this author's writing style. I literally had to stop reading every few minutes to scream to my pillow or just to roll in my bed like an idiot. And I swear all the while reading this fic my face was just like a constipated monkey because damn, stiffling my scream my giggle my laugh wa soooo hard.

The only fic I can remember that made me felt like this is from Durarara titled "Mezhdu Dvukh Ogney" by Delphicy with Shizuo/Izaya Pairing. Yes I remember the title and author clearly without having to search for them although the title is not even in english (it's an english fic tho, if you have ever in Shizaya fandom I'm sure you knew this masterpiece). That's how much I love this fic. Sadly it's still ongoing and the last update is like 10 years ago so wherever you are Author-san, I hope you're okay.

Now back to the VegasPete fic above, I absolutely LOVE everything about it (well except the OC/Pete part, but I can easily skip that). Vegas' and Pete's characterization is *chef's kiss*. The way they talk, their gesture, the comedy... are GOLD. Like, I can imagine them behaving like that in official episode. I don't even know how to say anymore. I already made a big ass comment on ao3. The longest comment there in chapter 9 is mine lol.

My favorite:

Pete audibly gulped and cleared his throat, trying to swallow the pool of saliva that threatened to spill from his mouth, which was now slightly agape. No, not slightly, it was wide enough for Pete to park a freaking minivan in there easy, no parallel parking required.

[the-masked-ram]

You'd Never Hurt Me- Heiwajime Shizuo x Reader

CW: Spicey, Descriptive Kissing, Suggestive Content, Mentions of smoking, Mentions of violence

AN: This is part of the kissing study? is it considered a study? for my server friends, Shizuo was requested by @a-mongoose ---

Shizuo always tries to control himself around you. Its hard though, he’s a man who naturally wants to fight, who wants to express himself physically, who had just too much strength and could easily hurt you. But he tries, lord does he try. He breathes deeply, inhales and exhales, as he backs you up against the wall, grits his teeth because the way you are looking up at him makes his gut flip. His hands ache to grab you, to hold you, to move you into positions that would be considered indecent in public society. He doesn’t of course, because he’s in control.  

But then his lips touch yours and that oxygen he’s had in his lungs punches out of him almost painfully, because it’s you, its how you taste and smell and feel. How could he ever lie to himself and hope to contain himself when you moan so nicely for him, open so beautifully for his tongue and let him devour you to the fullest.

The press of his lips, the stroke of his tongue, has his own body tingling and when your fingers slide into his blonde hair and tug just a bit, he thinks he grows dizzy. Heiwajime can’t actually think beyond the way you feel under him, the way your skin dimples just a smidge under his grasping fingers and the way you welcome him over and over into your mouth. You are breathless, despite being able to take in short puffs of air through your nose, its never enough. He’s taking and taking and never letting you replenish enough.

You think he might be losing himself; you know you certainly are. He tastes like cigarettes and the chocolate cake from earlier. He is groaning, trying to pull away and failing from the way your hands anchor him in place. Your teeth sink into his lower lip, and he jerks, you feel him shiver, you feel his muscles tense for a moment before you soothe the spot with a gentle lick.

“Don’t test me,” he growls against you, pulling away just enough so his breath brushes your skin.

You laugh, “You’d never hurt me.”

And he can tell you believe it wholeheartedly, and maybe, just maybe, a small part of him begins to believe it too.

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Summary: Izaya and Shizuo make an enemies with benefits contract to help relieve some of their anger. Yet things take a turns when they start to fall in love. 

Author: The_Crying_Man_inthe_Moon