#orihara izaya smut

[dreamycheesylovebug]

Final chapter is up!! Some Shizaya smut never hurt nobody, especially of the Raijin kind 😏

[bakubabes-tatakae]

Welcome to Kinktober 2023 everyone. 👏 Enjoy 31 days of pure smut next month. We're officially in our third year of this beautiful time. 😈This year's pieces won't be full-length like I've been trying to do because I know it's a lot harder to get them done that way, but I'll make them as long as I can for you guys. And we're changing things up. I order to make sure I get something out from all of the blogs we're gonna be doing this as a collaboration.😙

If you want to be added to the taglist simply DM me, shoot me an ask, or even reply to this post. 🙌 I can add you to only certain characters, the whole thing, or only certain kinks. Can’t wait for everyone to see what we’ll be getting up to this year. 😉 Age must be in bio or easily found to be added to the taglist.

If you don’t want to see the Kinktober stuff for this year then simply blacklist the tag: #bakubabes kinktober

Now take a peek at what’s to come in a month. 👇 If the date looks like this then that means that the piece is in the queue and waiting for your viewing pleasure. I’ll link them here as they release as well.

Left To Complete Before Release: (18/31)

Day 1 - Gagging || Tobio Kageyama || "Haikyuu!!" by @bakubabes-tatakae

Day 2 - Massages || Eren Yeager || "Attack On Titan" by @yeagerdaydreams

Day 3 - Ownership || Megumi Fushiguro || "Jujutsu Kaisen" by @megumidreams

Day 4 - Desperation || Ken "Draken" Ryuguji || "Tokyo Revengers" by @drakendaydreams

Day 5 - Wall Sex || Shouta Aizawa || "Boku No Hero Academia" by @bakubabes-princess

Day 6 - Hurt/Comfort Sex || Renji Abarai || "Bleach" by @seireiteiqueen

Day 7 - Cunnilingus || Zora Ideale || "Black Clover" by @idealedreamer

Day 8 - Anal Sex || Beelzebub || "Obey Me" by @beelzebubspethuman

Day 9 - Cum Marking || Kiba Inuzuka || "Naruto" by @bakubabes-tatakae

Day 10 - First Times || Connie Springer || "Attack On Titan" by @yeagerdaydreams

Day 11 - Face-Fucking || Megumi Fushiguro || "Jujutsu Kaisen" by @megumidreams

Day 12 - Cock Warming || Ken "Draken" Ryuguji || Tokyo Revengers by @drakendaydreams

Day 13 - Public Sex || Katsuki Bakugou || "Boku No Hero Academia" by @bakubabes-princess

Day 14 - Hair Pulling || Renji Abarai || "Bleach" by @seireiteiqueen

Day 15 - Tit-Fucking || Zora Ideale || "Black Clover" by @idealedreamer

Day 16 - Master/Slave || Beelzebub || "Obey Me" by @beelzebubspethuman

Day 17 - Power Play || Benimaru Shinmon || "Fire Force" by @bakubabes-tatakae

Day 18 - Shotgunning || Porco Galliard || "Attack On Titan" by @yeagerdaydreams

Day 19 - Overstimulation || Megumi Fushiguro || "Jujutsu Kaisen" by @megumidreams

Day 20 - Hand Job || Ken "Draken" Ryuguji || "Tokyo Revengers" by @drakendaydreams

Day 21 - Phone Sex || Katsuki Bakugou || "Boku No Hero Academia" by @bakubabes-princess

Day 22 - Mirror Sex || Renji Abarai || "Bleach" by @seireiteiqueen

Day 23 - Tattoos || Zora Ideale || "Black Clover" by @idealedreamer

Day 24 - Lingerie || Beelzebub || "Obey Me" by @beelzebubspethuman

Day 25 - Shower Sex || Izaya Orihara || "Durarara!!" by @bakubabes-tatakae

Day 26 - Handcuffs || Eren Yeager || "Attack On Titan" by @yeagerdaydreams

Day 27 - Dry Humping || Megumi Fushiguro || "Jujutsu Kaisen" by @megumidreams

Day 28 - Breast Worship || Ken "Draken" Ryuguji || "Tokyo Revengers" by @drakendaydreams

Day 29 - Spanking || Katsuki Bakugou || "Boku No Hero Academia" by @bakubabes-princess

Day 30 - Face-Sitting || Renji Abarai || "Bleach" by @seireiteiqueen

Day 31 - Somnophilia || Beelzebub || "Obey Me" by @beelzebubspethuman

©2023 bakubabes-tatakae, please do not repost/modify any of my works without permission, please do not use any of my works as ASMR without my permission

[keiteiken]

get to know the mun ! repost, don’t reblog.

——— BASICS ! ♡

NICKNAME : rubii, wubii, rubibibi

PRONOUNS : they / them / gem

ZODIAC SIGN : sagittarius

TAKEN OR SINGLE : reserved ❤️

——— THREE FACTS ! ♡

avid gaymer

avid writer

pokemon johto plays on repeat in my brain

——— EXPERIENCE ! ♡

i've been writing since i was 12-13 more or less, writing short stories and an entire bleach fanfic. i started writing on tumblr when i was 16-17 or so writing my longest lasting muse izaya orihara.

——— MUSE PREFERENCE ! ♡

people say that i gravitate towards puppy coded muses lol. but really i like muses i can relate to and love exploring the wider rage of personalities and such that i can explore.

——— FLUFF / ANGST / SMUT ! ♡

FLUFF : fluff is cute. i love it.

ANGST : i tend to make ppl cry when i write angst lmfao

SMUT : i've kept it to discord only, but also i'm super super selective when it comes to writing smut

PLOT / MEMES : it makes writing easier. i accept both

tagged by @glamwish tagging: 🫵

[justanordinaryficwriter]

Hello everyone! My name is Izzy, this is a sideblog of blorbosfrommyhead. Here you'll find self insert fanfiction so if that's not your thing I suggest you turn away now. There will be no smut as I'm ace and highly uncomfortable with my fictional others being sexualized. I'll write when the inspiration strikes me so don't expect regular posting.

Characters I'll write for are:

Romantic:

🤚Casim(Aladdin and the king of thieves)

☀️Kars(Jojo's bizarre adventure: Battle Tendency)

💰Lupin(Lupin the third)

⚔Xenk Yendar(Dungeons and dragons:Honor Among Thieves)

🌙Jadeite(Sailor Moon)

🖤Darkling(Grishaverse)

🎲Oogie Boogie(Nightmare before Christmas)

🔥Valtor(Winx Club)

🌟king Magnifico(Wish)

🐶John Wick(John Wick)

🍎Ryuk(Death note)

👨🏻‍💻Izaya Orihara(Durarara)

🌌Starscream(Transformers G1)

💠Gojo Satoru(Jujutsu Kaisen)

🔆Ardeth Bay(Mummy)

🐄Alameda Slim(Home on the range)

Platonic:

💔Jean Pierre Polnareff(Jojo's bizarre adventure: Stardust Crusaders)

🧛‍♂️Alucard(Hellsing)

⚾️Yamcha(Dragon ball series)

Familial:

🥼Nurse Bendy(Moral Orel)

🎪Pomni(The amazing digital circus)

💀Spencer Reid(Criminal minds)

💪🐺🔨 Yuji, Megumi and Nobara(Jujutsu Kaisen)

There will also be reblogs of stuff like writing tips, other people's fics and whatever else catches my attention.

🌙Mari and Jadeite

safeshiptember swap AU prompt-https://www.tumblr.com/justanordinaryficwriter/727895521231011840?source=share

For dancing and the dreaming-https://www.tumblr.com/justanordinaryficwriter/728884322206203904/for-dancing-and-the-dreaming?source=share

drabble ask game-https://www.tumblr.com/justanordinaryficwriter/731354510224752640/or-whichever-you-like?source=share

drabblecember listening to holiday music prompt-https://www.tumblr.com/justanordinaryficwriter/737213688863457280/eternally-smitten-and-bioexorcizm-drabblecember

JanAUary soulmate AU prompt-https://www.tumblr.com/justanordinaryficwriter/740386981100568576/eternally-smitten-and-bioexorcizm-janauary-day?source=share

💰Maria and Lupin

safeshiptember fantasy AU prompt-https://www.tumblr.com/justanordinaryficwriter/727964571479015424?source=share

Alcohol and bandages-https://www.tumblr.com/justanordinaryficwriter/729706324929150976/patched-up?source=share

Full moon-https://www.tumblr.com/justanordinaryficwriter/732310078729977856/full-moon?source=share

drabblecember sleeping in prompt-https://www.tumblr.com/justanordinaryficwriter/736328868030529536/day-10-sleeping-in-the-one?source=share

💔Elizabeth and Polnareff

safeshiptember beach prompt-https://www.tumblr.com/justanordinaryficwriter/728504179767803904/safeshiptember-day-13-beach-the-one-where-two?source=share

drabblecember decorating prompt-https://www.tumblr.com/justanordinaryficwriter/735810393473253376/drabblecember-day-3-decorating-the-one-where-two?source=share

Dancing on the blades-https://www.tumblr.com/justanordinaryficwriter/736842165803761664/dancing-on-the-blades

🤚Anabelle and Casim

safeshiptember moonlight prompt-https://www.tumblr.com/justanordinaryficwriter/728681005719912448/williameastons-safeshiptember-day-17?source=share

JanAUary Tangled AU prompt-https://www.tumblr.com/justanordinaryficwriter/740028654159020032/eternally-smitten-and-bioexorcizm-janauary-day?source=share

🖤Ivka and Darkling

Question-https://www.tumblr.com/justanordinaryficwriter/729065379794747392/waiting-out-a-storm?source=share

Ocean deep-https://www.tumblr.com/justanordinaryficwriter/731033675025793024/benthic?source=share

🥼Nosy and nurse Bendy

familial September babysitting/childhood prompt-https://www.tumblr.com/justanordinaryficwriter/729314081764524032/girlyaoiss?source=share

Autumn-https://www.tumblr.com/justanordinaryficwriter/730128538327465984/autumn?source=share

🧛‍♂️Florence and Alucard

safeshiptember prompt friends-https://www.tumblr.com/justanordinaryficwriter/729591601533435904/williameastons-safeshiptember-day-tommorow-the?source=share

🎲Inky and Oogie

Bound by darkness-https://www.tumblr.com/justanordinaryficwriter/730317516924207104/title?source=share

drabble ask game-https://www.tumblr.com/justanordinaryficwriter/731347449807060992/how-about-for-oogie-raylex?source=share

Halloween-https://www.tumblr.com/justanordinaryficwriter/732721153829994496/williameaston-safeshiptember-day-27-friends-the?source=share

🔥Thalia and Valtor

Let the flames begin-https://www.tumblr.com/justanordinaryficwriter/731218712572690433/title?source=share

What haunts us-https://www.tumblr.com/justanordinaryficwriter/731596812975308800/what-haunts-us?source=share

drabble ask game-https://www.tumblr.com/justanordinaryficwriter/731622724303208448/for-you-and-valtor?source=share

Adversaries-https://www.tumblr.com/justanordinaryficwriter/732766470586679296/a-battle?source=share

🎪Marbles and Pomni

Family reunited-https://www.tumblr.com/justanordinaryficwriter/732029603972038656/family-reunited?source=share

🐶Katie and John

Little dark age-https://www.tumblr.com/justanordinaryficwriter/732310070964125696/enchant%C3%A9?source=share

🍎Maggie and Ryuk

Hurricane-https://www.tumblr.com/justanordinaryficwriter/734591848460451840/hurricane

drabblecember cold weather prompt-https://www.tumblr.com/justanordinaryficwriter/735502227675004928/cold-weather?source=share

JanAUary flowershop/tatoo parlor prompt-https://www.tumblr.com/justanordinaryficwriter/738409878200221696/eternally-smitten-and-bioexorcizm-janauary-day?source=share

Paint it black-https://www.tumblr.com/justanordinaryficwriter/742131935604768768/paint-it-black?source=share

☀️Isabel and Kars

I was made for loving you-https://www.tumblr.com/justanordinaryficwriter/735974251391221760/regrets?source=share

💀Juniper and Spencer

drabblecember movie marathon prompt-https://www.tumblr.com/justanordinaryficwriter/736573140503871488/eternally-smitten-and-bioexorcizm-drabblecember

👨🏻‍💻Abigail and Izaya

drabblecember being sick prompt-https://www.tumblr.com/justanordinaryficwriter/736760243789414400/eternally-smitten-and-bioexorcizm-drabblecember

🌌Sarah and Starscream

Home-https://www.tumblr.com/justanordinaryficwriter/738789853524901888/home?source=share

🌟Estrella and Magnifico

Cost of the crown-https://www.tumblr.com/justanordinaryficwriter/738849810084495360/cost-of-the-crown-estrella-never-thought-not-even?source=share

🐄Rosie and Slim

Bullseye-https://www.tumblr.com/justanordinaryficwriter/741934506422976512/bullseye?source=share

💗Joanne and Naomi

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[silver-heller]

Huh, there's a note on this computer...

See Carrd for more info.

Call me havoc. (5'0" and in 20s). From top left to right: Regular form (#havoc🎭), demon form (#baggiezombie🔩), Katamari form (#havocboo👻), music form (#dododo🎧), villain form (#wherethethornsaintfake🌹), and, finally, my Night Vale S/I Worden (#isee👁️).

I'm 21 and this is an 18+ blog.

Selfshipping and D.I.D blog (@kittenandmuse)

I'm new to this whole thing so be nice to me, please.

Idc if you have the same F/Os as mine.

Will not be posting smut.

Any adult x minor shippers will be punted into the sun.

Their Verse

My Fanfic Writing

Havoc's Phone

F/Os below

Alastor (Hazbin Hotel)

S/I Version: Demon

Type: Romantic Pronouns: He/him Age: 26 Height: 7'0"

Orientation: Asexual demiromantic Met: When asked if I could pet his head as part of a deal.

An overlord in Hell, known as the radio demon. Known for making deals with others and toppling overlords.

Daisuke Kambe (The Millionaire Detective: Balance Unlimited)

@daisukebriefcollector

S/I Version: Normal

Type: Romantic Pronouns: He/him Age: 26 Height: 5'6"

Orientation: Demisexual Homosexual homoromantic Met: Almost being thrown off a bridge.

Member of the Modern Crime Prevention Task Force and uses modern and questionable means to solve his cases. Often getting into trouble and having to calculate his way out of it.

Izaya Orihara (Durarara)

S/I Version: Normal

Type: Romantic Pronouns: He/she/they Age: 24 Height: 5'9"

Orientation: Asexual demiromantic biromantic Met: Was recommended to him for information.

The mysterious info broker of Ikebukuro, known for pulling the strings and acting as "God". Is more himself online and struggles to have any friends.

Percival de Rolo (Vox Machina)

S/I Version: Monster/normal

Type: Romantic Pronouns: He/him Age: 23 Height: 6'0"

Orientation: Asexual biromantic Met: Brought into the party when my village was destroyed. Water mage.

The brains of Vox Machina (sometimes). With a royal title at his back, he is doing his best to move on and make the life he wants for himself. A bit of a nerd and a clumsy dork.

Celty Sturluson (Durarara)

S/I Version: Normal/monster

Type: Platonic (older sister) Pronouns: She/her Age: Mentally in her late 20s Height: 5'8"

Orientation: Bisexual biromantic Met: Saved by goons.

Celty, also known as the black rider, is a mysterious urban legend that rides the streets of Ikebukuro. Is truthfully a Dullahan who came to this city in the search for her head.

Jinx (Arcane)

S/I Version: Normal/villain

Type: Platonic (close friends/sisters) Pronouns: She/her Age: 19 Height: 5'4"

Orientation: Asexual biromantic Met: Found abandoned on the street.

Sister of Vi. Adopted by Silco later in life and works with his goons. Known for causing chaos wherever she goes.

Alucard (Castlevania)

S/I Version: Monster

Type: Queerplatonic Pronouns: He/they Age: 20 Height: 5'11"

Orientation: Bisexual biromantic Met: Wondered onto his castle one day.

Son of Dracula, and lives in his old castle. Not known for being very friendly to strangers, and a bit paranoid.

Kaoru Sakurayashiki Aka Cherry (SK8)

S/I Version: Normal

Type: Romantic Pronouns: He/they Age: 26 Height: 5'9"

Orientation: Bisexual biromantic Met: Taught some skating moves when saw him attempting it in the park.

One of the members of an underground skateboarding rink. Is a calligrapher as his full time career, and keeps his other identity as "Cherry" under wraps.

Chane Laforet (Baccano)

S/I Version: Normal/villain

Type: Romantic Pronouns: She/her Age: 20 Height: 5'8"

Orientation: Bisexual biromantic Met: Saved when almost fell off a train.

A secret agency who had her voice removed so she could no longer tell any secrets. Extremely cautious and perspective.

Rachel (Baccano)

S/I Version: Normal/villain

Type: Romantic Pronouns: They/them Age: 20 Height: 5'9"

Orientation: Bisexual biromantic Met: Found hiding at a train station after almost fell.

An undercover spy working to clear her father's name. Tries to stay out of the spotlight but sees it all.

Westley Vuk (Wyldeflowers)

S/I Version: Normal/monster

Type: Romantic Pronouns: He/him Age: 25 Height: 6'0"

Orientation: Bisexual biromantic Met: Met when accidentally fell into the other world.

The owner of a bookshop in a magical world. Secretly a werewolf, and fighting to accept himself.

(SPOILERS!!!) Miles Upshur (Outlast)

S/I Version: Normal/monster

Type: Romantic Pronouns: He/him Age: 24 Height: 6'1"

Orientation: Homosexual homoromantic Met: Met at the old outskirts of the asylum.

A journalist who went into Mount Massive Asylum after hearing about their unethical practices in an email from one of the employees. He never came out and is now the Walrider.

Viktor (Arcane)

S/I Version: Normal

Type: Romantic Pronouns: He/him Age: 25 Height: 5'10"

Orientation: Asexual biromantic Met: Met on the bridge when Viktor was brainstorming.

Viktor is a scientist working to make magic work with science. Helped create a new energy source for the world but rarely got any credit.

Sypha Belnades (Castlevania)

S/I Version: Monster

Type: Romantic Pronouns: She/her Age: 24 Height: 5'8"

Orientation: Bisexual biromantic Met: Saved from a Hell beast.

The mage of the group. Uses her magic to fight the monsters of Dracula and other vampires.

Damien Bloodmarch (Dream Daddy)

S/I Version: Normal

Type: Romantic Pronouns: He/him Age: 25 Height: 6'1"

Orientation: Asexual biromantic Met: At a local coffee shop they both frequent.

A gothic dad just trying to make his way in the world. Secretly a bit more soft than he lets on. Known for being quite poetic.

Senpai (Friday Night Funkin')

S/I Version: Music/monster

Type: Queerplatonic Pronouns: He/him Age: 18 Height: 5'9"

Orientation: Bisexual biromantic Met: Was working at the same coffee shop where Damien frequents.

A senior college student whose quite popular in his class. However, this has caused him to be a little spoiled, and he can get very ill-tempered when

Spirit (Friday Night Funkin')

S/I Version: Music/monster

Type: Romantic Pronouns: He/him Age: Adult being Height: ???

Orientation: Pansexual biromantic Met: Through Senpai.

The spirit haunting Senpai. Wants to steal the bodies of others to be freed.

Yuuki Anzai (Devils' Line)

S/I Version: Normal

Type: Romantic Pronouns: He/him Age: 21 Height: 5'9"

Orientation: Asexual biromantic Met: Being saved from a devil one late night.

A devil in the F squad, working on devil related crimes and dangerous. Unsure if there can ever be peace between devils and humans, but wants there to be.

Man In The Walls (Red Haze)

S/I Version: Villain

Type: Romantic Pronouns: He/him Age: Adult Height: Unknown

Orientation: Asexual omniromantic Met: When stayed in that apartment building and heard him in the walls, guiding her out.

A mysterious voice behind the walls of the apartment building, occasionally giving keys and other assistance. Has never been seen before, only heard.

Building 9 (Tales From Off-Peak City Vol 1.)

S/I Version: Normal/monster

Type: Platonic Pronouns: It/its Age: Adult Height: Unknown

Orientation: Bisexual biromantic Met: When delivering pizza with @mrslitmus.

A sad building that just wants a little pizza to cheer it up.

Carnival Attendant (Smile For Me)

S/I Version: Normal/Worden

Type: Queerplatonic Pronouns: He/it Age: Adult Height: Unknown

Orientation: Bisexual biromantic Met: Attending a strange carnival with Kevin.

A carnival attendant that encourages people not to be afraid of their smiles. Always trying to cheer humans up.

Kevin (Welcome To Desert Bluffs)

Picrew

S/I Version: Worden

Type: Romantic Pronouns: He/they Age: 20s or 30s Height: 5'9"

Orientation: Homosexual biromantic Met: Broke into his studio while being chased down by StrexCorp. He stopped them, invited Worden in as an honored guest, and let him take a nap on his lap to calm him down.

The host of a radio show covering the strange activity in Desert Bluffs, though wants to take over Night Vale as well. Known for being overly positive and encouraging others to smile wider.

Steve (Calico)

S/I Version: Music

Type: Romantic Pronouns: He/him Age: 20s Height: 5'9"

Orientation: Homosexual biromantic Met: While helping Steve with his potions and magic.

[fantastic-rambles]

Fandom: Durarara!!

Characters: Izaya Orihara, Shizuo Heiwajima, Others (mentioned)

Warnings: Smut, Dubious Consent, Hate Sex (?), Handjobs, Anal Sex, Language, Mild Violence, Mild Verbal Abuse

Word Count: 1.9k

Summary: While Izaya and Shizuo have come to an uneasy understanding with a change in their relationship, it's difficult to say whether they get along better. Especially when neither of them is willing to put a name to what they have now. [Written for Shizaya Week 2023 | Day 1: Denial/easier when I hated you @shizayasweek]

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Izaya… lies. A hell of a lot.

Of course, Shizuo already knows that. Has known it ever since the first time he met the smarmy little prick. Sure, it took him a little while to figure out that someone was behind all the tough guys who kept jumping him after school when all he wanted was to live a peaceful life, but once he had, it hadn't taken too long to put the pieces together.

No, the flea lies as easily as he breathes. Easier, maybe: it seems like the only time he ever tells the truth is if someone pays him to, and even then, he's misleading as fuck. It's like he likes watching people ruin their lives. Or ruining them for them.

As Izaya continues to chat away cheerfully on one of his cellphones, Shizuo leans back on his stiff, showroom-new couch, a cigarette slowly burning its way down to his fingers. It's still hard to believe that he's sitting here and not trying to snap Izaya's skinny neck. Really, he'd be doing the world a favor if he did: who knows what poor schmuck is on the other end of the line, about to do something he can’t take back? In Shizuo's line of work, most of the people he runs into are complete scum, and they deserve every bit of their debts, but the people Izaya fucks over aren't like that. Mostly. Probably. The ones he knows, at least: what could someone like Akane-chan have done to deserve being messed with? Mikado-kun, too. He seems like a pretty good kid, better than he and Izaya were when they were his age, at least.

Honestly, he doesn't know all that much about what Izaya does, beyond that he sticks his nose where it doesn't belong and then sells what he finds to the highest bidder. Or the one who will be most "entertaining," whatever the fuck that means.

The other man had barely even looked at him when he’d arrived, only setting down a too-fancy crystal ashtray on the coffee table without pausing his conversation. When he’d tried picking it up, he found that it was nice and heavy: with his strength, he could probably take off Izaya’s head in one swing with it. Put them both out of their misery. There are already two butts in it—Shizuo smokes way too much when he’s here—and a third is on its way to join them… and the louse is still on the phone.

Grunting, Shizuo takes one last drag of his cigarette before sending it to join its companions and standing up. Izaya looks at him then, his eyebrows furrowing slightly as he takes a step away from his plate glass windows, putting more space between himself and Shizuo.

"Ah, Shiki-san, I might need to call you back later," Izaya says, his eyes fixed on Shizuo as he takes a step back for every step the other man takes, maintaining their distance. Whoever he's talking to—Shiki-san, whoever that is—says something that makes him smile, the corners of his red eyes crinkling up. It pisses Shizuo off: not only has the flea been ignoring him for so long, but he's been talking to and being entertained by someone else. He knows it's jealousy, and it's ugly, especially since it reminds him of all the deadbeats who are convinced that the girls at the soap shops are in love with them.

What he and Izaya have isn't love, though. But it's not hate, either.

Really, things were easier when they did hate each other. Or they thought they did. It made things simple: whenever Izaya showed his face around Shizuo, he tried to smash it in. Now…

“Yes, I understand. It’s always a pleasure doing business with you. Then, until next time…”

Shizuo’s legs tense before he springs across the room, closing most of the distance between them in one go. Maybe Izaya was ready for it, or maybe it’s just instinctive by this point, but the flea nimbly dodges out of the way as he snaps his phone closed, turning a scowl toward Shizuo.

“Really, you have no manners, Shizu-chan. I was working. You know, the thing that responsible adults do?”

“Responsible,” Shizuo snorts in derision. “Like you have any idea what that means.”

“Better than a brute whose property damages can’t possibly be covered by his salary. Tanaka-san’s just your sugar daddy at this point: have you realized that yet? And here I was, letting you take up space and fill this place with your disgusting smoke, but you can’t even be a halfway considerate guest.”

Shizuo feels a brief flash of guilt: yeah, he knows that Tom’s still looking out for him, just like he did when they were in middle school. Even though Tom often reassures him that he’s being paid fairly for the work he does… he also doesn’t get his paycheck docked for property damages. And really, with Vorona around, Shizuo’s not all that sure that they even need him anymore. Sure, people underestimate her a lot more than him, since she’s a kinda weak-looking girl, but she can take care of herself without taking down half a building.

But that's immediately followed by a flash of anger. Sure, Izaya's tricked him plenty of times before, but he's starting to understand the parasite a bit better. He always knows exactly what to say to get people to do the things he wants them to, and he's used that on Shizuo more times than he can count.

So with a scowl, he dashes toward Izaya, undeterred. A gleaming blade suddenly appears in Izaya's hand, and Shizuo's shoots out to wrap around a pale, slender wrist, slamming it against the wall to force him to drop it.

"Brute," Izaya snaps acidly, but Shizuo stops him from saying anything else by covering his lips with his own. Izaya's body is stiff with tension, and Shizuo knows better than to try to actually kiss him—the last time he did, the louse had nearly bitten off his tongue—but his free hand reaches down to slip a thumb under the waistband of Izaya's pants. He tugs at them, pulling the louse closer to him before the black denim tears. Izaya's anger is nearly palpable as he starts to struggle, but he doesn't have a chance against Shizuo's superior strength.

The hardest part of catching the flea had always been chasing him down: just like his namesake, he was small and quick and annoying. Once you got a good grip on him, though…

He grabs Izaya's other hand as it punches him in the cheek, forcing it above his head so he can hold both of Izaya's wrists with one large hand while his knee insinuates itself between Izaya's legs, rubbing against his crotch. He feels Izaya's hissed intake of breath, hot and furious, but his body is far more honest. He's already starting to harden under Shizuo's clumsy touch, the heat of his skin burning through the cloth separating them.

But as he starts to fumble with his own belt, he has to tilt his head back as a slim leg cuts into the space between them, the heel landing perfectly where his chin just was. Really, Izaya's flexibility and athleticism could be almost admirable, if it wasn't always directed at Shizuo. Or toward running away from him. As it is, Shizuo grunts as he twists the other man around, adjusting his grip to pin him back against the wall, facing it so it'll be harder for him to kick.

Unfortunately, that does mean that Izaya can talk again, and he's spitting bile at Shizuo, who ignores it as he tugs his own pants open and frees himself.

"Shut up," he growls, pressing their bodies together. "Or I'll fuck you just like this."

He wouldn't. Even if it's Izaya, he doesn't deserve that: Shizuo doesn't have a very wide frame of reference, but he does know that he's pretty big, and he can hurt someone badly if they're not ready for him. But he hopes that Izaya won't call his bluff.

Whatever the case, the louse does shut up, though he's as tense as ever. To try to help him relax, Shizuo reaches around to start to stroke his dick, only to find slitted red eyes glaring at him.

"I don't need a monster touching me. Just finish what you clearly came here to do, then get out."

Shizuo clicks his tongue at Izaya's stubbornness, but he starts jerking himself off instead, quick and rough. It's not about pleasure, but rather getting off… though he doesn't want to keep Izaya hanging, either. Still, he has been a bit pent up lately, so it doesn’t take long until he’s coming in his hand, and then he starts to apply it to the brunet, rubbing it into him to provide at least some slickness to his too-tight hole. Even though they've done this a few times already, every time, it's like this.

Resilient. That's the word. Izaya's resilient, biting his lower lip to try to mute the small noises that catch in his throat as Shizuo stretches him out. The blond has three thick fingers in him, his come already starting to dry, when he decides that it's probably enough. Taking his own heavy cock in hand, he guides it to the twitching hole, carefully easing inside while Izaya hisses through his teeth.

It's still tight, an edge of just too much friction that it's probably not comfortable for either of them. But that works for them, too. With Izaya’s arms still pinned above his head, Shizuo grabs his deceptively slender waist with another hand, holding him in place as he presses the rest of the way in with a grunt. Izaya's breathing is growing shallower in a way that it never did when Shizuo was chasing after him, and Shizuo leans forward to bite the back of his neck, hard enough to make the flea squirm and tighten around him.

"Shiz… Shizu-chan," Izaya protests breathlessly, that infuriating nickname spurring Shizuo to snap his hips forward. The louse cries out, sounding almost pained, but Shizuo doesn't give him a chance to recover, rutting into him and drawing more short, sharp noises out of Izaya while he grunts and growls. If the other man wants a monster, then Shizuo will give it to him.

Even when Izaya cries out again, tightening around him while his hips twitch, Shizuo continues to saw into him, chasing his own pleasure. As wet heat pools in the pit of his stomach, he shoves the flea against the wall, feeling Izaya's body shudder and clench around him, coaxing him onwards.

Then, finally, he begins to come, too, spurting deep inside Izaya with a visceral snarl as the other man begins to shake again with a muffled groan. Both of their gasping breaths fill the silence as Shizuo leans against the wall, letting it hold both of them upright as he rests his head beside Izaya's. A dark flush slashes across the flea's cheeks, and his lips are reddened from where he must have been biting them to try to keep quiet. He's almost beautiful, his pitch-black hair a stark contrast with his pale skin… like some fucked-up, poisonous Snow White.

Shizuo wants to kiss him again. But he doesn't.

Because the person Izaya lies to the most is himself.

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PRONOUNS: he / him

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION: tumblr ims aaaaaand discord, if we interacted you can ask for my discord

NAME OF MUSE(S): hahaha... Let’s start:

FFXIV: fandaniel, my OC WoL, and other OCs in general

Yu-gi-oh: Pharaoh Atem, Yuugi, Seto Kaiba, Slifer, even the damn Kuriboh

BSD: Dazai Osamu, Nakahara Chuuya, Edogawa Ranpo and an OC

DRRR!!: Izaya Orihara

Pokemon: (N)atural Gropius Harmonia

Undertale: Sans, G!Sans (AU)

D. Gray Man: Allen Walker

Kingdom Hearts: Roxas, Sora, Vanitas

MysMe: 707

OFF (Game): The Batter

GenPact: Diluc (discord only), this man, the WANDERER

And probably many more but I didn’t write them on tumblr, yup.

EXPERIENCE/HOW LONG (MONTHS / YEARS?):   Holy fuck if I start I don’t shut up. I started RPing with my close friends when I was... 10? 12? When I finally can use a PC? When I started to use Tumblr I was like... 16?? And from that I’ve been going and leaving time to time, trying characters, memeing around, knowing people... I think I improved my writing a lot thanks to this hellsite.

PLATFORMS YOU’VE USED: discord, tumblr, skype (once), msn (god ol’ times), twitter (I don’t like it).

BEST EXPERIENCE: The people I met. I know I lost contact with some, or I’d never talk with them anymore, but the RPs I have done with them have been the best. I loved all my RP partners and I’ll always miss them.

RP PET PEEVES/DEALBREAKERS: people who doesnt trim posts or reblogging a lot of ooc stuff? I guess I like to have my blog clean just as my dashboard. When I come here is to read or write cool shit or watching some fanart but nothing more.

FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT: COMEDY. I’m a total meme okay sorry. But if I have to choose, I’m between angst and fluff. Angst is the best to make the character improve (or not) and fluff...... sheesh, I just love writing stupid romantic stuff for my baby muses. For me they all are like a babies to me. Smut I write it rarely, and if I do I prefer in private. 

PLOTS OR MEMES: MEMES- Okay but plotting when there’s an idea goes perfect, so both, yes both.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: depends on the mood of the day, I like to write more or less the same length as my rp partner? I like to share what my muses think most of the time.

BEST TIME TO WRITE: I dunno, I remember long ago it was in my nights, lately it has been in my mornings, but my mood swings a lot lately so I can’t choose.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): mostly no... but at the same time yes. They are more exaggerated than me. They did things I would never do. I think my empathy helped me to understand these characters and write my own interpretation. I like masterminds but I’m not that smart... but one thing I would love and you will always see in my muses are the chaotic vibes they give from afar. Always. That’s a part of me I give to them.

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[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.

[bakubabes-tatakae]

Ikebukuro Love || Izaya Orihara x fem!Reader

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A/N: Welcome to the 500 follower special you guys! I hope you guys enjoy it. 😊 Since the follower count is growing quickly I probably wont do another special until 1000. If you had ideas on what we should do then let me know! ❤

Warnings: language, nsfw, non-con, 18+ content, foreplay, dirty talk, unprotected sex

Summary: Being new to the city has it’s challenges. You should never wander Ikebukuro by yourself, but most people are afraid of a couple of names in that town. One of them being Izaya Orihara. When the city bad boy become acquainted with you, what’s going to happen?

Word Count: 3.5k

Ikebukuro, the city that will swallow you whole if you don’t stay vigilant. You were still new to the city and had a hard time getting around. Finding someone who wasn’t a total creep to show you around was proving to be harder than it should have been. The only person you had found had hit on you as soon as you approached him, but he seemed like a good guy. He was only a few years younger than you were and he went by the name Masaomi Kida.

The city bustled around you as you made your way through the crowds. Many strangers bumping into you and not caring. As you pulled out a map and shoved your face into it you felt eyes on you. As you peeked back over the map there was a young man standing directly across from you. The only thing separating the two of you was the street. A pair of dark brown eyes bore into your soul as you stared back at the man. A small, taunting smirk spread from under the black hair that covered his face.

You looked back down at the map. You had to find Sunshine Street. You’d think that after being in the city for a week you’d be able to find your own road. The feeling of the eyes on you subsided and when you looked up the man was no longer there. You slowly looked around you, searching for the man that was just there. The temptation to ask him if he could help you find your way back home hitting you like a ton of bricks. That one gaze had pulled you in, you needed to know who he was.

A happy-go-lucky voice made you jump and a hand rested on your shoulder. “Y/n, what’s up? You look lost.” You recognized the voice and relaxed a little. The blonde-haired weirdo that had been helping you around the city stood before you. Masaomi.

You raised your hand and slapped his shoulder. “Damn it Masaomi. Don’t do that. How many times have I told you not to sneak up on me?”

He chuckled. “Sorry,” He scratched the back of his head. “I didn’t mean to scare you. Having trouble finding your way home again?”

“Forget that right now. Did you see that guy that was standing across the street? The one that was watching me.” You shivered at the thought. Who had that man been?

���Who do you mean? I didn’t see anyone.” He shifted his bag on his shoulder, planting a foot to the ground and leaning on it.

“He had black hair.” The picture of the man popped into your head. “And his coat, it looked awfully warm to be wearing it today. It was black with a brown fur lining.”

Masaomi’s eyes grew wide as realization stepped in. “Stay away from him Y/n. He’s bad news.” He cleared his throat. “His name is Izaya Orihara. He’s trouble.”

His words shut you down. The man hadn’t seemed like he was a threat, but Masaomi knew these people better. Maybe it was best to listen to him? The two of you walked back to your road in silence. As you got to the end of it the surroundings finally looked familiar. You waved to Masaomi, wishing him a good night as he parted, anxious to get back to your apartment and take a warm bath.

The breeze had picked up as the sky grew darker, now almost pitch black. The air around you turned ominous, making you walk faster than you had been. You heard footsteps on the concrete behind you, their pace quickening with every step. As you turned to see who was there you saw nothing, but the feeling of a person lingered. You hesitantly started walking again. You feared that the person was still there and the footsteps started again, proving your uneasy feelings.

A pair of hands appeared in the darkness, dragging you down an alleyway. The rough hands shoved you hard against the wall before you. You turned your head just in time, not allowing it to be bashed against the bricks. A menacing voice spoke to you. “Well, well, well. What a pretty little lady.” The man pushed your hair out of the way of the back of your neck. His breath was warm against your skin. His hips pushed into you, pinning you against the cold surface. The only thing you had caught of him as your head turned was a flash of yellow around his neck.

“Get off of me!” You fought against him, trying to lift your leg to kick his out from under him. His knee pushed against your leg, pinning that to the wall as well. Your heartbeat was hard against your chest as the realization of what was about to happen sunk in.

“The things I’m gonna do to you.” The man laughed softly to himself. “You just won’t be the same when I’m done."-++- You felt the bottom of your dress being lifted over your ass, the cold air hitting the exposed skin beneath. As you attempted to let out a scream a hand covered your mouth, barely allowing you to breathe. ‘No screaming.” At his words, you felt the tip of a cool blade touch your throat.

Suddenly a voice spoke from behind the both of you. You hadn’t recognized the voice. The low rasp was angry. “You best get off of her.”

The man that held you removed his knife and spoke back to the mystery man. “Oh yeah, and who’s going to make me?” The man turned and you heard a low gasp come from him. “No way.”

A devious laugh sounded behind you. “You know who I am then. Move away from her. Now.”

The man slowly released his grip on you and backed away, showing the mystery man his hands, dropping his knife to the ground. “I’m leaving man. I don’t want any trouble.” Who could strike this much fear into this man?

Your body turned slowly, still pinned back to the wall. When you saw his face you recognized him. Those same brown eyes, that dark hair, that smirk. The man reached a hand out for you. “Don’t be afraid. I won’t hurt you.” His soft eyes made you feel safe. “I’m Izaya Orihara.”

The name hit you hard. Masaomi had explicitly told you to stay away from him. He had said that he was nothing but trouble. But here he was, saving you from the man that was about to have his way with you. A lump had grown in your throat, making it hard to swallow. “I’m Y/n. Y/n L/n.” You took his hand in yours.

“Let me walk you home, so I can make sure you make it there safely.” He relinquished his grip on your hand and motioned out of the alley.

You nodded and obliged, walking in the direction of your apartment. The short walk back to your apartment felt like it had taken an hour. You stopped at the steps of your apartment building and turned back to the man who had just saved you. “This is me.” You looked at your feet. You knew that the right thing to do would be to invite him upstairs. Common courtesy, but Masaomi’s words rang through your head. You shook your head a little and ignored it. “Do you want to come upstairs and have a cup of tea?”

Izaya placed a hand behind his head and smiled. “I think I’d like that.” He started for the steps and grabbed the front door, opening it for you.

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The warm cup of tea that you had grasped in your hands was now starting to turn cold. You hadn’t even had time to drink it as you sat with Izaya. This man seemed like nothing Masaomi had told you about. He didn’t seem threatening at all. As you sat with him he even seemed like someone that you could see yourself spending time with. His life was something you could get used to listening to.

You lifted your cup to your lips and took a small sip. It was cool now. “I’m gonna go and heat this up. Do you need yours warmed up?”

Izaya leaned back against the couch the two of you had been sitting on. “I think I should be okay. I only have a little left and I should get going soon anyway. I’m sure you’re getting tired after a night like this.”

You slowly stood and walked to the kitchen, placing your mug in the microwave and letting it warm. You heard the sound of your kitchen tiles creaking behind you and you turned quickly. You knew that there was only one person in your house but just the sound of him coming up behind you startle you. He held a hand up. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I just wanted to make sure you would be okay when I left.”

This man had been so kind to you all night. It had been a couple of hours now that you’d been talking. You looked up at the clock. It was already midnight. You looked back at him. “It’s really late Izaya. Why don’t you stay here for the night? This city is scary at night.”

“I couldn’t possibly hinder you like that. I can hold my own out there.” A nervous smile spread on his face.

“It’s no problem, really.” You stepped forward and stood inches from him. “It’s the least I can do after you saved me tonight.” You placed a hand on his chest and his eyes grew wide. You didn’t know what had come over you, but this man… he was intoxicating.

You could feel Izaya’s heartbeat against your hand. It was beating so fast. You leaned toward him slowly, the hand that was on his chest made its way to the side of his face. Your lips softly touched his and to your surprise, he didn’t pull away. His lips matched yours and the intensity in your kiss grew. Izaya slowly pushed you backward until you reached the kitchen counter. Your bodies weren’t able to get any closer to each other. Izaya’s hand trailed down your sides leaving tingles where they ran over your skin. His hands stopped when they reached the top of your thighs. You placed your hands on the counter and used it to lift yourself up. His lips never left yours

Izaya’s hands planted themselves on your thighs. He squeezed them and his nails dug into the exposed skin that your dress didn’t cover. Izaya broke the kiss, pulling away from you. “Are you sure you want this Y/n?”

You whined as he pulled away. “Izaya, please.” Your hands wrapped around his torso, pulling him closer to you again. “I need you.”

The lust that filled your voice made his tone change. It had been a long time since Izaya had been with a girl. His tough exterior made most women of the city want nothing to do with him. You were one of the very few exceptions. “If you’re sure I’m happy to oblige.” His lips were inches from yours, the feeling of them hovering right before yours almost making you beg him again. He pinned his lips to yours, the kiss passionate this time. He trailed his hand up your thigh and under your dress, rubbing along the material of your lace panties. The fabric was already soaked from your dripping core. You could feel his smirk against your lips. “You’re so wet already. Have long have you been holding this back tonight?”

You leaned your head back against the cupboard behind you as he rubbed his fingers against your folds. “Izaya,” The seductive tone of your voice made him bite his lips, his fingers rubbing faster. A quiet curse comes from you as you feel yourself nearing your release. “Shit… I’m so close.”

Your walls begin to tighten around his fingers as they pump in and out of you, your hips grinding against them, desperate for his touch. As Izaya pulled his fingers away you felt yourself clamp down on emptiness. A desperate whine erupts from you as he gives you a sly smile. He licked his fingers clean, watching you breathe hard as you sat on the counter, trying to catch your breath. You heard the zipper of his jeans coming undone as your eyes met. His erect length sprung from his pants as they came down, it hit your leg, leaving his pre-cum glistening in the light of the kitchen.

You inched yourself closer to the edge of the counter, hopeful that he would finally drive himself into you. His hand pushed your dress up again and then lined himself up with your entrance. His tip rubbed against your clit, the pleasure from it coursing through you. “I want you Izaya.”

He grabbed your face in his hands. “Tell me again.”

“I need you Izaya.” You reached down for his length, but his hand grabbed your wrist. “Uh, uh, uh. Patience you thirsty girl.” He grasped his cock and stroked himself a couple of times, your eyes never leaving him. With a harsh thrust, Izaya bottomed himself out inside you, hitting your cervix.

Izaya’s hands gripped your hips, sliding you as close to him as he could get. “God… you’re so tight. So perfect for me.” A few grunts left his body as he pounded himself inside you, your walls spasming around his cock. As your walls clamped around him his legs grew weak, threatening to give out from under him. “I’m not gonna last much longer at this rate.”

You wrapped your legs around his hips as he rutted himself into you. “I’m almost there…” His voice grew raspy as his body threatened to let go.

“Come inside me. Please.” You begged him. You wanted nothing more than to feel him coat you. The longing in your core taking over all your senses.

A strangled sound came from the back of his throat. “Here it is.” He thrust hard twice more and you felt the heat of his load painting your walls. He reached down between your legs and rubbed circles around your clit. “Now let yours go, baby. Come for me. I wanna feel you come on my cock.” His words sent you over the edge, your orgasm shattering you as you leaned against his chest.

As your body relaxed you laid your forehead on his shoulder. He cupped your face in your hands, pulling you to him and placing another soft kiss on your lips. You placed a hand on his chest. “Will you stay tonight?”

Izaya looked down at your lap and smiled. “Yea. I’ll stay.”

* * * * * *

When the morning light broke through your windows you rolled over, the sleeping face of Izaya Orihara meeting you. You heard a small knock come from your front door so you threw the blankets off of yourself and left the room. When you looked through the small peek hole you saw Masaomi standing outside it. The door opened a crack and you peeked your head through it. “Masaomi, what are you doing here?”

He smiled. “I wanted to check on you. I hadn’t heard from you. I tried calling you but I didn’t get an answer.”

“I just woke up. Sorry.” You gave him an apologetic smile.

You felt the door being pulled from your hand as it opened further. Masaomi’s eyes grew wide as he stared at the person standing behind you. “Izaya?” He drew out the name, clearly shocked to see him.

“Masaomi. Nice to see you. It’s been a long time.” A grin cracked Izaya’s face as the shock grew more.

The look on Masaomi’s face made you turn back to Izaya. “How do you know Masaomi?”

“We used to work on a project together. It’s been a while since we’ve worked together tho. Are you still even involved with that project?”

The tension on Masaomi’s face was growing steadily. “Yea. I am. I’m just starting it again.”

Izaya’s laugh erupted. “Well, then we have to talk. There’s someone involved with the project that shouldn’t be.” Izaya grabbed Masaomi’s arm and turned him around, pushing him toward the door. As Masaomi walked out and turned the corner Izaya looked back at you, placing a hand on your hip and a peck on your cheek. “I left a card on the nightstand. It’s got my number. Give me a call later, or shoot me a text.”

As he slipped out the door and closed you behind him you grew an uneasy feeling. A project? What kind of project could they have worked on together?

* * * * * *

As you sat on your couch later that night the news flashed over your television. As you watched the face of the person that had attacked you last night showed up. The title read “Man Hospitalized After Brutal Attack”. You jumped back on the couch and grabbed your phone. How could this have happened? There was only one person that had known what happened last night. You slowly walked to the bedroom and grabbed the business card from the nightstand.

As you waited for an answer you were growing more and more impatient. How could Izaya have done something like this? As the now-familiar deep voice answered the phone you calmed some. His voice had a way of soothing you. “Hello? Is that you beautiful?”

The familiar greeting shocked you. You had forgotten that you hadn’t exchanged numbers, he had only left his. “Izaya, we need to talk.”

“You saw the news. I promise you that I had nothing to do with that. He was a member of the Yellow Scarves. His gang probably found out somehow and had their way with him.”

“Can you meet me somewhere?”

“I’ll come to you. I’ll meet you in ten minutes.” A click followed his last sentence.

* * * * * *

A knock on the door jumped you. Ten minutes had felt like an eternity. “It’s Izaya.”

“It’s unlocked.” The door slowly opened, revealing his tall, slender figure.

He slid his coat off and hung it on the rack as he walked in. “What did you want to talk about?” Izaya took the seat next to you on the couch, turning so his body was facing you. He sunk into the cushion and leaned back. “You didn’t sound happy on the phone.”

“Who did you tell?” You didn’t offer any explanation, you just spoke.

“Whatever do you mean?” He raised a hand.

“Who did you tell about last night? Either you told someone or you beat that man yourself. Which was it?” Your anger was rising and he sensed that.

He leaned forward from the couch and placed a hand on your cheek. His touch jumped you. “I had to show that man that you don’t mess with what’s mine.” You hadn’t expected him to be so abrupt. “I may or may not know someone affiliated with the Yellow Scarves. They may or may not have gotten a tip about one of them attacking an innocent last night. I know their leader doesn’t stand for that kind of thing.” He ran his thumb softly over your skin.

“What do you mean by what’s yours?” You couldn’t decide whether you should be annoyed or flattered that the black-haired man had taken such a liking to you.

“I mean exactly what I said.” He slid himself closer to you, your legs now touching. His hands rested on your thighs. “If you’ll have it, I’d like to call you mine.”

A shiver flowed through your body. “I don’t know Izaya. We barely know each other and-”

He cut you off. “I’d say we know each other pretty well after last night.” He slowly leaned forward and placed his lips directly in front of yours. “Let everyone know that you belong to Izaya Orihara. I can guarantee you that no one in Ikebukuro will ever mess with you again.”

He let his lips hover there, awaiting your answer for him. The temptation to put your lips to his was almost too much. “Fine. On one condition.”

A chuckle left his lips, sending a vibration through you as his lips drew closer to yours. “Name it.”

“You tell me who your connection with the Yellow Scarves is.”

A small price to pay for something the man truly wanted. “He can never know that you know.” He pushed his lips to yours, sealing the deal. Your lips lingered together for a second and when they broke apart he breathed their name. “Masaomi Kida.”

Revamped: 4/20/2021

©bakubabes-hatake’s original content, please do not repost/modify without my persmission

[kyuuppi]

Hey hey hey ^___^

May I request a little Drabble where Izaya fucks his gf in his coat? (She’s completely naked only wearing the coat)

Thank you so so much :)

Izaya fucks you in his coat (NSFW)

Pairing: Orihara Izaya x Reader (f)

Contents: Smut; dirty talk; fingering; cum eating; semi-clothed sex

A/N: I finally got around to this LOL I think I’m actually pretty awful at NSFW so I hope this is okay. :,)

Word Count: 1.2k

Izaya is a busy man and his work frequently takes him all over the city. It is rare that Izaya comes home before the sun has long set.

Naturally, you often find yourself bored when you’re left alone in his luxurious apartment—you can only watch the same anime reruns for so many hours, afterall.

On one such boring night alone, you have the idea to try on one of Izaya’s infamous fur-trimmed coats, taking advantage of how Izaya had left the piece of outerwear at home due to the recent hot weather.

You crane your neck to catch a glimpse of your back in the mirror, admiring how the fuzzy edges of the coat brush against your upper thighs, just barely covering your small pajama shorts. You felt giddy and, somehow, a little dangerous. Wearing the most distinctive piece of clothing of the infamous Orihara Izaya seems to have that effect on people.

For a moment you consider how lucky you are. No one else in the world—except maybe his sisters—would ever have the opportunity to snoop through Izaya’s closet, let alone actually wear his favorite clothing item.

You’re leaning back smugly with your hands in your pocket as a clear mimicry of one of Izaya’s frequent poses when a voice speaks up behind you.

“Well, well, what do we have here~?”

The deepness sends shivers down your spine and you spin around in apparent horror to face the man you didn’t expect to be around for at least another few hours.

“I-Izaya,” you stutter back weakly.

Your face is flushed with embarrassment at having been caught so very obviously stealing your boyfriend’s clothing for some poor attempt at cosplay in the bedroom mirror. Perhaps it would be better if he were the type to get angry, you think as you watch his vermilion eyes very slowly racking up and down your body, but instead you know Izaya to be the type who enjoys to tease rather than punish. He will undoubtedly never let you live this down.

“I’m almost jealous,” Izaya lilts, taking a step forward until your bodies are close enough to feel each other’s body heat. He occupies your personal spacing, leaving no room to look away so you’re forced to look at his chest, covered in the soft black fabric of a t-shirt slightly clinging to his chest from sweat.

The coat suddenly feels much warmer than it did before.

“You look better in it than I do,” he coos, raising one hand to brush against your cheek gently.

The action would be cute if it were anyone else but the wide smirk on Izaya’s face promises much darker intentions.

“Y’know, wearing your boyfriend’s clothes like this—it’s kind of erotic.”

His other hand brushes against the back of your bare thigh and your breath hitches.

“Nee, you planned this didn’t you? You’re so sly, Y/n-chan,” Izaya accuses, pressing forward until your back meets the wall and you’re physically pressed against him. The contrast of the hard planes of his lean muscle against your soft body can be felt even between the thick coat you wear and it makes you feel light-headed.

The hand on your cheek tilts your head up so that he can capture your lips. The intensity he bears leaves no room for you to even attempt to fight for dominance and your mind nearly blanks and you allow him to ravage you, his tongue claiming every corner of your mouth as his own.

When he finally breaks away you can’t help but to whine pitifully at the loss, your spit-slicked lips rapidly cooling in the open air. He chuckles and it makes something in your gut clench.

“Don’t worry, Y/n-chan, I’ll give you what you want,” he promises, both hands moving to push down the waistband of your shorts.

You don’t put up any resistance when he slips the fabric down your legs, nore when he finally slips the heavy coat down your shoulders to remove the loose shirt you wear underneath. He effortlessly picks you up, allowing you to wrap your legs around his hips as he gently deposits you onto your bed less than a meter away.

When he pulls away you expect him to finally start removing his own clothing but instead you gasp in surprise as a soft weight is tossed on your chest. Looking down you recognize it as the coat he has just taken off of you and you look up to eye him in confusion, head tilting slightly and brows furrowed.

He chuckles as your expression and rests his palms on your bent knees, searing your skin and making goosebumps rise along your thighs.

“Put it on, Y/n-chan. I want to fuck you while you’re wearing my coat.”

Your heartbeat falters and your face feels like it’ll combust at how he stares at you so intently, as if he hadn’t just said the lewdest thing you’ve ever heard but you follow his directions obediently and fumble to put the faux fur coat on.

Somehow, being wrapped in Izaya’s coat, surrounded by his scent, feels more exposing than being completely nude.

Izaya uses the hands on your knees to spread your legs open, exposing your wet pussy to him. His hands lightly trail down your thighs teasingly to reach your core, silently relishing in you gently tremble beneath him, shy but eager. You’re always such a good girl for him.

He pushes two fingers inside without warning, making your whole body jerk as your cry out at the sudden intrusion. The cold metal of his ring sends shock waves through you and you can only whine as he pumps his fingers in and out of you, the wet squelches embarrassingly loud to your own ears.

“You’re soaking,” Izaya comments unhelpfully, a crooked smirk making it obvious he had only said it to embarrass you further.

You try to make a sound of annoyance but he curls his fingers up, pressing into something squishy within your doughy insides that make the sound that leaves your throat nothing more than desperate.

He works you to your end diligently, one hand stretching you with his fingers, occasionally spreading them apart inside of you or curling up to brush against sweet spots while his other hand’s thumb rubs circles over your clit relentlessly. When you finally peak he allows you to ride it out, continuing his motions until you’re jerking from over-sensitivity and pushing him from between your thighs.

Through bleary vision you see how his fingers catch the dim bedroom lighting, dripping with your clear fluids before he brings them to his mouth, noisily slurping at them. It was not an action intended to tease you—he isn’t even looking at you when he does it, he’s too busy attempting to unbutton his black jeans with his other hand. The realization makes you clench around nothing.

When Izaya finally releases his length you feel it rather than see it, the head pressed hot against your folds while his large hands move under the fabric of the coat to grab the natural dip of your waist possessively.

“Ready?” he asks, watching your face closely.

It is one of the rare few times he seems serious.

You nod and grip the edge of your sleeves as he pushes forward.

[sadclearance]

two petty cowards

pairing: izaya orihara x male!reader

summary: two petty cowards meet again at a funeral.

category: smut(?), fluff(?), angst(?) man i suck at categorizing

warning(s): sexual content, oral sex, dry humping, implied/referenced death (non-graphic)

word count: 2722

key:

italicized - thoughts

past tense - past

present tense - present

two petty cowards stand a few feet apart, avoiding each other at a mutual friend's funeral.

izaya thinks back to how it all started.

it was a rainy day, just like this one.

"trouble seems to always follow you," y/n sighed as he trailed behind izaya. he'd given up on trying to keep the ends of his pants dry a while ago.

"don't be deceived, i'm the one that's causing the trouble," izaya gave a cheeky smile even though he knew that y/n couldn't see it.

"c'mon," y/n said as he grabbed izaya's arm and dragged him into a convenience store.

"am i being kidnapped?"

"if that's what you wanna call it," y/n shrugged. "you're all scuffed up. we need... rubbing alcohol? cotton balls? bandages?"

"you're the one who brought me here, but you don't even know what to get?" izaya let out an amused laugh.

"i don't know... i just know that your face looks pretty bad right now," y/n turned away from him, embarrassed by his lack of knowledge.

"are you saying my face usually looks pretty good?" izaya asked teasingly.

"maybe i am."

izaya was taken aback for just one moment. he knew y/n thought he couldn't see his flustered red face, but izaya had a clear view of it in the reflection of the window.

the reaction wasn't what was surprising. rather, it was his words.

for years, izaya had known that y/n went along with everything he did because he was crushing on him. anybody would've been able to tell just by watching the way y/n reacted to the slightest brushing of shoulders and how he felt the need to follow him everywhere to "keep him out of trouble", even though they both knew that wasn't possible.

yet, for all these years, y/n had never said anything to hint at it. izaya knew that y/n didn't think he knew about these feelings. that just because he never said anything that might've even hinted at the fact that he held feelings for him, he was a brilliant secret keeper. that his actions weren't a dead giveaway.

y/n grabbed one of everything even remotely related to medical care and checked out.

izaya made his way out of the store, not bothering to keep the door open for y/n, who was carrying everything with both of his hands, as he couldn't afford the cheap plastic bag.

he had done this many times before, and y/n never complained.

"stay still," y/n said. they had gotten to their shared residence, an idea that was brought up ten years ago by a then bold thirteen year old y/n, ignored by the thirteen year old izaya who was only concerned with his "neither too close nor too far" philosophy, then officially proposed by an eighteen year old izaya.

"it stings," izaya flinched more than he normally would've. y/n's face was so close to his, staring intensely at the wounds on his face, holding izaya's chin with one hand to keep him still while he cleaned his wounds with the other.

he wondered why his face wasn't red. from izaya's previous observations, when a guy liked a girl, his face would heat up just at the thought of him being close enough to kiss her at any moment, especially if she was sitting on his bed... so why? guy on guy crushes couldn't be that different, could it?

"maybe he'll jack off to his sheets when i leave," izaya thought to himself. such thoughts would be vulgar to anybody else, but izaya only asked himself if he should bring out his old surveillance cameras. "it would be fun to watch his desires and morals fight."

"maybe the pain will finally be enough to keep you from bugging shizuo," y/n said, knowing that that wouldn't be happening any time soon. it was a playful remark, but izaya could hear the poorly hidden worry in his voice.

he felt a certain incomprehensible feeling inside of him, knowing that y/n was so focused on fussing about his wounds that he couldn't even think about his desires for him.

"that'll just add to the thrill," izaya replied with a sly smile. he put his hands behind him so that he would be able to lean on them, pulling back not too far but not too little, trying to see if the shy maiden in love would risk subtly chasing after him or let him go that easily.

y/n's hand stayed on his jaw.

he craned his neck to the left and slightly back, his gaze bound to make y/n overly conscious sooner or later.

as he had expected, his sultry expression combined with the way he had positioned himself, baring the nape of his neck and letting his shirt slide up, revealing the slightest bit of his stomach, was enough to make y/n break.

he had expected him to blush furiously and make up an excuse that he had to meet up with somebody in order to leave the room, but y/n instead tightened his grip on izaya's jaw and pressed his lips against his.

even after he recovered from his momentary shock, izaya neither reciprocated nor pulled away. it was another test. would y/n desperately kiss the man he's been in love with for ten years like he's always wanted to, or would he pull away and regret blowing his cover?

y/n pulled away quickly, looking at the floor with wide eyes.

"ah, so it was the latter," izaya noted.

"i'm sorry," y/n said, unable to lift his head.

izaya had expected this outcome, but what he didn't expect was for himself to be disappointed.

"i just... i don't know. i'm sorry. please forget about it. i was just--"

he was unsettled with his own disappointment, and hearing y/n do exactly what he had expected him to do was only putting him in an even worse mood.

izaya got up from y/n's bed until he got close enough to grab y/n's hand and let himself fall backwards.

with that, izaya's back was against the comfortable mattress, and y/n was pulled on top of him.

"i really hate what's coming out of your mouth," izaya said bluntly. "especially when there's so many better things that it could be doing."

y/n's mouth fell open in shock, and izaya took that as an opportunity to push the back of y/n's head until their lips meet again.

he was evidently too hasty in doing that, as y/n's teeth hit a little too hard against his lip.

"shit." that hurt a lot more than he could've ever anticipated. since when had he been so clumsy?

"are you okay? fuck, i'm sorry," y/n said against his lips.

"sh," izaya hushed and started moving his lips.

it wasn't long before y/n started to reciprocate, and even though izaya wasn't the most experienced kisser, he could tell that y/n had even less practice than he had.

"i guess he's too much of an honest guy to be with anyone he doesn't like, and he's only liked me ever since we were little," izaya thought to himself as he let his tongue slip through his lips and push between y/n's.

there wasn't much resistance on y/n's part, so it was easy.

the velvety hot feeling of being inside of y/n's mouth was admittedly intoxicating, and izaya could kind of understand why the couples back in school made out brazenly in the hallways.

y/n seemed to feel the same way, if his subconscious grinding was anything to go off of.

izaya bucked his hips up, chasing after the friction that rubbing their crotches together created.

he felt like a teenager in heat again, with the way they were humping each other without even taking their clothes off.

izaya pulled back and looked up at y/n in the same sensuous way that he had earlier. the thin string of saliva that kept them connected was both disgusting and seductive at the same time.

he licked his lips and let himself absorb y/n's features for a second. his slanted eyes showed that he was astonishingly dazed, and his cheeks were flushed a brilliant red. izaya's favorite, however, was his panting lips, swollen and red, the almost whiny sound that came out from them almost adorable.

snapping out of his predatory trance, izaya reached down and unbuckled his pants, pushing them and his boxers down enough to reveal his erection.

y/n turned his head away in embarrassment, but izaya caught his jaw with his hand, forcing him to turn to look at him.

"suck me off," izaya said in a tone that was breathier than he would've liked to admit.

y/n's eyes went wide, and his already parted lips blubbered as if he wanted to say something but couldn't think of what.

izaya grabbed one of y/n's hands and led it until it reached his cock, shuddering at the feeling of direct contact.

y/n blushed at the feeling of it throbbing in his hand.

"i want you to suck me off," izaya repeated as though he were challenging him which, in a way, he was. he wanted to see if y/n would go as far as to give him a blowjob, even if he had never had any experience with it. would the idea of a foreign action chase him away, or was y/n too eager to please izaya to leave him high and dry?

y/n pulled himself down low enough on izaya's body to do as he was told.

he gave an experimental lick along the underside of his erection and gained more confidence in what he was doing when izaya moaned.

izaya watched as y/n did his best to please him, trying to take all of him in his mouth and struggling to balance sucking and licking. his desperation was obvious and all the more arousing.

he noticed that at first, y/n tried to go slowly, trying to swallow back the spit collecting while keeping his mouth wide open. the constricting of his throat as he tried to swallow felt incredible around him, but izaya decided that he preferred the fast messy y/n that gave up on caring and let his drool spill down his erection, leaving a hot wet mess.

izaya awarded his efforts by threading his fingers through his hair and caressing the side of his huffed cheeks with his other hand.

y/n moaned at that, something izaya found incredibly amusing. it was the lightest of touches, not even sensual, but it was enough to pleasure y/n.

he tugged more at the hair in his hand, reveling in the vibrations that came from every noise y/n made.

"fuck," izaya groaned out the only verbal warning he gave. y/n could tell he was close, though, by the way he had started treating him roughly, keeping y/n's head still as he thrusted his hips with little care until he finished in his mouth.

as he came out of his high, he could see y/n gulping and wiping his lip. they were even more swollen than before, and now izaya really regretted not setting up cameras in y/n's room sooner. it was an image that he wanted to be able to save.

as izaya sat up, y/n shook his head and attempted to push him down again.

"wait," y/n almost begged.

that only fueled izaya's curiosity, and he easily overpowered y/n, flipping their positions so that he was on top.

he smirked at what y/n had been trying to hide from him.

"you got off to sucking my dick," izaya stated rather than asked.

y/n turned away, and izaya couldn't tell if his cheeks were more red because of what they had just done or because he was embarrassed.

izaya grabbed his face again and pulled him in for a short kiss. even he wasn't too sure why he had done it.

thinking about it now, izaya thinks that might be where things went wrong. his confusion and denial was probably what lead him to do what he did next.

"you hired a secretary?" y/n asked.

"yeah," izaya said without bothering to look up from his chessboard.

"you didn't tell me," y/n mumbled.

"why would i have to tell you?"

"that's... that's not what i meant, i just--since we share a house."

"she won't touch your room, if that's what you're worried about." izaya moved a pawn forward.

"i'm not worried," y/n said.

that was the first of two conversations they had about namie yagiri. the next one took place after another one of his tests--more specifically, the last test he got to make.

"aren't you overreacting?" izaya asked. he tried to seem nonchalant, but that was hard to do when he had to run to keep up with y/n.

"i'm overreacting?" y/n stopped running to turn around and look at him with eyes full of disbelief.

izaya was taken aback. y/n had never raised his voice at him before.

"what else do you think you're doing?" izaya raised an amused brow.

"how else am i supposed to react?" y/n nearly scoffed.

"you're upset," izaya noted.

"upset? of course i am! you were kissing her--why were you kissing her?" y/n's face crumpled.

"she kissed me," izaya shrugged.

"and you just let her?"

"why not?"

"i..." y/n didn't know what to say. "i just thought we had something."

"i love all humans equally. you know this." izaya looked at him as if he were being ridiculous.

izaya could visibly see the fight leave y/n. his shoulders slumped, and all expression on his face dropped. he slowly turned around and started walking away again.

"just... go home, izaya," y/n didn't turn back to look at him. "i don't wanna be around you right now."

confused by the unprecedented response, izaya just stood in the middle of the road. y/n, who had persistently followed him for ten years, had just told him to go away.

he couldn't have calculated such a thing, but even more so than that, he didn't expect to come home to find y/n's room ransacked.

"it looks like we've been robbed," izaya said casually, leaning against the doorframe.

he stood frozen as namie told him y/n had left with an overflowing duffle bag just hours earlier.

the next time he saw y/n, he was with another man.

༺♥༻

"people think of him like some cold-blooded monster, but he's more human than anyone i know; he's so fragile inside. if you pumped him full of love and betrayal and such, i think he'd fall apart."

shinra had said that in their last year of school. it was probably his own weird way of trying to console y/n.

"sorry, shinra," y/n sighs as rain hits the back of his head while he looms over his closed coffin. "i focused on the wrong part of your wise words."

a year after he moved out of izaya's house, he found himself walking down an all too familiar road in ikebukuro. he's been denying it ever since, but it was definitely because a part of him wanted izaya to see him.

and as he wanted, he crossed paths with izaya that day.

it was a reunion cut short by none other than himself.

"y/n, it's been a while," izaya walked up to him so casually it hurt. as if they were normal buddies who hadn't gotten a chance to see each other in a while simply because of conflicting schedules, not because they left on the terms that they did. "who's this?"

seeing how unfazed he was had only added to the year-long pain he'd been suffering. maybe this was karma for trying to hurt him. shinra was wrong--or maybe he just didn't mean enough to izaya for him to see this as betrayal.

with his plans tearing apart his heart rather than izaya's, he brushed him off without a single word. he continued walking with the man he didn't particularly care for without looking back. a part of him still hopes that if he did, he would've seen izaya look like a kicked puppy.

though, even now, he doubts that izaya's face would've worn anything but a careless grin.

"what wise words?"

y/n looks up from the coffin, and the rain now slaps lightly against his face.

two petty cowards stand only a foot apart, seeking each other at a mutual friend's funeral.

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a/n;

i wanted to try the style of going back and forth between the present and past. it didn't turn out exactly as i would've liked, but i think it's okay.

i would really appreciate any feedback on this! did the smut suck? was it boring? did the plot suck? lmk :) that also goes for any of my other works

also playing around with borders is fun

draft from sept 2020

[lavenderboneswrites]

Also Izaya has definitely said 'Daddy chill' to Shizuo in the middle of a fight with Shizuo either getting aroused and anger or running away because he got to aroused

But like do you think Shizuo has a daddy or master maybe even a Mr Shizuo kink? These are important questions

Oh boy oh boy. Okay TW for discussion of smutty headcanons.

So I’ve actually thought about this I’m all for it. I mostly write dominant Shizuo and honestly I think his brain would leak out of his ears if Izaya called him master or daddy during (Mr. Shizuo is sending me into orbit). What I think he’d like most about the it tho is calling Izaya baby, kitten, all the pet names really. I guess I kind of see Shizuo as a someone who derives pleasure from his partners pleasure greatly.

I definitely think Shizuo has an Izaya kink. I also think he might actually have a praise kink. I guess it depends who’s taking the lead cause I definitely can see them switching the dominant role sometimes (Izaya is such a power bottom I-). Also definitely think Shizuo has a dirty talking kink, a putting bratty flea in his place kink, making his Izaya beg kink, and Izaya riding him kink. 😂 I think in established relationship with healthy communication and trust he’d be pretty up for a lot of things. Izaya’s kinks in the other hand, oh boy I have THOUGHTS let me tell you!

On the other hand tho, I legit have the headcanon that Izaya would call Shizuo daddy in like a non sexual situation (maybe mid fight as a joke as you said), and Shizuo would literally just reply: … I am not your father???¿¿¿

[yandereaffections]

Oh you know well that izaya is the most sadistic top youll ever meet, playing with you and leading you on until your pleading with him to just fuck you all hot and messily, already so blissfully hard that your hips are bucking into thin air causing izaya to laugh at how desprate you are

Through out all the slow foreplay youd definently would start to consider the idea of just pushing izaya down and riding him viciously, ignoring whatever cocky comments he makes mixed in with grunted out moans, its not like izaya would attempt to stop you from taking what you want

You must be prepared for timewasting gentle touches caressing your cock not bothering to jerk you off but rather just teasing you knowing how it could be affecting you, or else you need to be more demanding with what you want, pull him ontop of you with a rough kiss, undress him fast and give izaya no other choice but to comply

He'll be your evil lil top when he finally get to the point of dominating you, sending above and beyond from your frist orgasm yet never stopping there, your going to have to feel the bolts of post orgasm ecstasy no matter how much you might squirm or beg him for just the slightest bit of mercy, hes sadistic like that

[nelka7122]

Me, still not knowing how tumblr works: It is ok for me to do this? Post NSFW? @shizayasweek it’s over, isn’t it? Isn’t it? Isn’t it over? 

A little sad because I had some plans for Days 4, 6, and 7 but then that didn’t happen and here we are instead. Thought I might as well submit it because why not. If it’s not ok, I’ll take it down, like I said Tumblr still confuses me? Overall, I still had fun writing and participating throughout the week. The prompts were really good and I was happy to see all the different things other people created for the week ^^ It was nice. With that, I leave you with my parting words and parting story since it’s unlikely I will be posting on Tumblr again. 

But feel free to check me out on AO3~  As for the story description, it’s as follows: 

Prompts used: Free Day Title: One More Second Rating: E / R / 18+ / It’s smut people / Viewer discretion is advised Length: 3,539 words Summary: One more second and Izaya could have very well had gotten lost in Shizuo’s eyes. One more second and he surely would have closed the distance between them, bringing their lips together into a delicate kiss. Description makes it seem as if it's so poetic and cute but it's not. It's just PWP.

[nickyneshwrites]

Burning Passion

What if Izaya laces his knives with aphrodisiac so that everytime he fights with Shizuo the blonde gets hypersensitive and Izaya gets to do whatever he wants with the blonde.

Meanwhile Shizuo thinks he's probably just a pervert for getting turned on by violence.

[ikebukuro-afterdark]

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