#ticklish!shizuo

[tickles-tea]

Izaya is the type to squeeze and tickle Shizuo’s waist in the shower and laugh when Shizuo slips and falls

[lovelynim]

First and foremost- congrats on 1,000 followers!! What an amazing achievement!! If you don’t mind, I’d love to request a drrr ficlet with Izaya as the lee, Shizuo as the ler, and underarms for the tickle spot ^^

If you don’t feel inspired for it, feel free to pass this one up lolol but either way, congratulations again!! 🎉💕

(Btw I can’t remember if I already sent in an ask or just /thought/ about sending one in, so if I already did, please ignore this afsgsjsk)

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Thank you so much!! Ehehe ~ I was actually wondering if you were going to participate because you always join my little events and I just 🥺🥺🥺 because its the perfect excuse to write them

anyway, hope you like this little thingy!!

Shizuo overpowering people wasn’t something to be impressed about. It was his daily life. And Izaya knew that. Still, he would rather be punched through a wall or have some vending machine thrown at him than this. “BAD, BAHAHD S-SHIHIZU-CHAN!! AhahAHAH! L-lehehet me gohohAHAH- N-NOohoho!”

Izaya felt his throat and lips going dry, his cheeks burning up in a nearly scorching heat. Still, all he could do was laugh, giggle and cackle. Neither his kicks nor his squirming were making Shizuo stop his fingers’ merciless, restless assault under Izaya’s arms. In fact, it only made him want to tickle him more.

“Shut up, flea,” Shizuo growled, his other hand closing around both of Izaya’s wrists, making sure they weren’t coming anywhere near his way. That damned man thought he could just pester Shizuo throughout the day and leave it just like that? Not today. “I’m far from done with you!” 

[happyandticklish]

Fucked Up Tk Shit

This is for my own edification so no one else has to read this lol. I feel like a lot of times we twist headcannons to make the Thing work out for characters in media that we consume, ESPECIALLY in regards to superpowers, and because I’m a morbid little piece of shit I can’t help self-destructing those in my head as to how it would end in actuality

So, I have constructed a list of all the horrifying/angsty ways those headcannons would probably actually end if you applied it to the logic of the show/book. It is put under a read more because I did not hold back lol.

Trigger warns for death, injury, and non-con (I know the tk community is a safe space for escapism for a lot of people, including me usually, so I recommend not reading it if you would be easily hurt by negative connotations in association with the thing; I cope by imagining the worst possible scenarios that the Thing could end in, so that’s most of the reason why I made this, for explanation ahsfjhji)

1. BNHA 

- Denki probably has to hold back anytime he’s tickled and ends it almost immediatelly, because getting too out of control could make his powers act up and force him to accidentally electrocute someone and risk seriously hurting them

2. The Bright Sessions 

- Subscribing to the headcannon that Damien does like the Thing, his powers would act up and force people to tickle him, so he does his level best to repress that shit down because even if the other people did want to tickle him, the sheer amount of times that his powers would make them do it would become very non-consensual on his parts. Especially if they realize what’s happening, or know about his powers, and get freaked out and leave him, making him only feel shittier about the whole situation

- Mark would most likely get freaked out over tickling as it makes him lose control. There’s probably been a couple moments where he’s tentatively let Sam or someone try it, and every time he freaks out, which isn’t great, because it forces him to teleport if he’s around her, and,,,, yeah

- Joan hasn’t been touched, let alone tickled, in years on end, and would self-combust if given even the slightest modicum of affection in that area. Probably engaged in tickle fights with Mark when she was little, and though she understands why the subject makes him uncomfy now, she can’t help but feel remorse at losing that form of connection with her brother

- [I was gonna do Caleb and Adam but I simply can’t fuck them up, I love them too much]

- Damien doesn’t ever tickle people because he can’t be sure if he’s forcing them to hold still and say they like it or if they actually want it

3. Beastars 

- If Legoshi was tickled by Haru, they run the risk of him accidentally seriously hurting/biting her off instinct, similar to when they tried to bang it out, and it’s possible he might accidentally fling her into something or knock her off too hard while trying

4. Durarara 

- If Shizuo were to tickle someone, he might accidentally crush in their ribcage or some shit due to not realizing his own strength

- Izaya probably does like tickling but does not have a single person who would be willing to do that to him, and the only other person who knows, Shinra, has called it weird and forced Izaya to repress the interest more

5. Mob Psycho 100 

- Shigeo probably isn’t ticklish, or at least doesn’t really laugh and react like his friends do, and he feels a supreme sense of jealousy every time he watches his friends engaging in silly tickle fights

6. AOT 

- Due to the sheer amount of trauma Levi has induced and his feelings around trusting others and touch in general, being tickled would probably send him into a full blown panic attack

7. Be More Chill

- The Squip definitely made fun of Jeremy for liking tickling and he had the whole zappy thing happen whenever he thought about it

8. All For The Game

- Both Neil and Andrew probably can’t stand being tickled without it triggering something in them

9. Camp Camp

- Max definitely has never been tickled in his life, and doesn’t even know what it feels like

10. Detroit: Become Human

- As much as I hate to say it (and will definitely be writing fics claiming the opposite), androids can’t feel sensation and therefore wouldn’t be ticklish or ever get to experience that

11. Gorillaz 

- If Murdoc were to tickle 2d, it would most likely be in an abusive, non-con way, often going far past his limits and ignoring any pleas for him to stop, purely for shits and giggles because he’s an asshole

12. Inside Job

- Bear-O had a tickle setting on him that would engage whenever he thought Reagan needed cheering up, and it traumatized her so bad that she can’t handle that kind of physical contact anymore

- Since he was a child, Brett was told by his family that it was weird that he liked tickling, as well as by peers and past girlfriends, so he just assumes that it must be just a weird Him thing, and has a huge amount of shame around the issue

13. Fullmetal Alchemist

- Sometimes Alphonse will stay up late and try to somehow replicate the feeling of tickling through his armor and can’t help the disappointment he feels every time when it obviously doesn’t work

That’s all I can think of for right now, I’m sure there are more but they’re not coming to me right now. 

[nyanzaya]

"But that doesn't give you a right to say you hate it. You're like an ice cream shaped like a flower. All sweet and smooth and you taste good, but you're good to look at. Don't ever say you hate any part of yourself!"   - Shizuo to Iza 

[ayachannsstuff]

Shizuo discovered that Izaya is ticklish and now he doesn't miss an opportunity to hear the latter's genuine laughter 💫

[lavenderboneswrites]

it’s me, kitty 🥺

👉🏻👈🏻 Shizuo and Izaya having a self care day?

they try face masks, watch movies, do their nails, eat junk food, anything that comes to your mind 🥰

Maybe they even have a bubble bath together 👀👀

I LOVE YOU BB YOURE THE BEST 💖💖💖💖💘💘💘🥰🥰🥰

Of course my beloved got her request in first <3 <3 I hope you enjoy it bb, I tried to fit as much as your fav tropes in as I possibly could. Thank you for always supporting me and letting me share my ideas with you <3 <3

I Feel it Coming

Words: 5352

Rating: Explicit

Tags: smut and fluff, shizaya, established relationship, self-care day, possessive Shizuo, light dom/sub (please check AO3 for a comprehensive list of tags)

AO3

When Shizuo gets home Izaya is nowhere to be seen.

It’s been a long day of chasing down debts and deadbeats. Shizuo sighs as he toes off his shoes at the entrance and loosens the clip on bowtie. Making a trail up the stairs and to his bedroom, Shizuo pulls off his vest off along the way. He takes care to hang it gingerly on the hanger behind the door, certain he can get a few more wears out of this one before it needed washing.

He rolls up the sleeves of his dress shirt to his elbows, loosened buttons showing off a white undershirt and the hint of defined pectorals. Most of the lights in the apartment were on, the bedroom lit by low lamplight. Izaya is obviously around, and yet he normally greets Shizuo boisterously; often from his desk because he’s forgotten to stop working.

Shizuo untucks his shirt, slipping out of his pants and letting white fabric slip below his thighs. He’s thinking he needs a shower, or maybe he’ll just fall straight into bed, but he follows the sound of running water to the en suite.

Izaya really has a ridiculous apartment. His bathroom is off his bedroom, and if you pass through it you’ll find yourself in a large walk-in wardrobe. For someone who only wears the same ugly coat everyday Izaya sure has a lot of clothes. Shizuo’s not complaining, when Izaya wears that cream oversized turtleneck it does things to him.

Shizuo follows the rush of water to the bathroom. Steam clouds the air, mixed with a pleasant floral smell. It’s dark in here, the only light an illumination of candles on the basin and other various other spots. Water is filling the bath, a mix of bubbles and rose petals on the surface. Heated tiles warm Shizuo’s feet and he can’t help but feel the tension of the day lifting slightly at the relaxing atmosphere.

Until he almost has a heart attack.

Standing in the entrance to the wardrobe is a man with a white mask over his face.

Shizuo stumbles back, heart racing a million miles an hour as the figure emerges from the dark.

“What the fuck!?”

Shizuo clutches his hand in his shirt as he tries to force his rabbiting heart to calm down.

“You look like a fucking serial killer!”

He’s still trying to calm down from the shock as the masked man attempts a grin.

“Welcome home to you too, Shizu-chan.”

Izaya’s dressed in a maroon bathrobe and on his face is one of those stupid beauty masks he loves so much. Though, the serial killer look is slightly dampened by the fluffy white headband with cat ears Izaya wears to keep his hair back.

Izaya slinks up to him, arms going to wrap around his neck and Shizuo’s hands automatically go to his waist. It’s almost like a pavlovian response at this point.

“I’m not kissing you when you look like this,” Shizuo grumbles out to which Izaya replies with only a chuckle.

It’s disconcerting. The mask has holes for his mouth and eyes, and a slit for his nostrils, but other than that he looks completely macabre.

Shizuo ignores his own words when he allows Izaya to place a small peck on his lips.

“What’s all this?” Shizuo asks, rubbing circles into Izaya’s hips absentmindedly.

“Mm?” Izaya makes his usual noncommittal noise. “I thought Shizu-chan would like some pampering after a long day at work.”

Honestly, that sounds absolutely wonderful to Shizuo right about now. He eyes the bath off, noticing two glasses of lemon and mint infused water on the hob next to it. No doubt one of Izaya’s own ‘self-care’ creations.

Izaya doesn’t do anything without an ulterior motive and a sprinkling of manipulation, Shizuo thinks with his eyes narrowing back to his currently psychotic looking boyfriend.

“What’s the catch?”

“My, my … can’t I just be doing something nice for my boyfriend?”

“No,” Shizuo deadpans back to Izaya’s fake as shit voice.

He attempts to pout, but he can’t move his face muscles well without messing up the mask.

“Boo Shizu-chan, you’re no fun.”

“And you’re a pest,” Shizuo says as Izaya hangs off him like some sort of dramatic leach.

Izaya leans his head back, giving an over top groan as if Shizuo’s inability to react in the way he wants is his greatest annoyance.

“Come on,” Shizuo leans closer, mouth almost touching skin as he whispers low into his ear. “The sooner you tell me what you want the sooner you’ll get it, flea.”

Shizuo can feel the way the body in his arms tenses up momentarily, almost like a shiver going through him from the low tenor of Shizuo’s voice. Really, Izaya was pretty easy to handle once he learnt a few tricks.

One being that he was an incredibly horny fleabag.

Izaya is sliding his hands down Shizuo’s back, sweeping over the curve of his ass as he finds the hem of Shizuo’s shirt. He runs his fingers along the seam before sneaking under white fabric to press at his upper thigh.

“Hmm,” Shizuo pulls back to find copper eyes among a sea of white. Izaya’s hands on his skin are slightly distracting and just a little bit ticklish. “I want Shizuo to do a face-mask with me.”

“And?” Shizuo presses, digging the points of his thumbs into Izaya’s hips lightly.

“And have a bubble bath.”

Shizuo just pulls Izaya closer, pressing a swift kiss the crown of his head. “Alright louse, I guess that doesn’t sound so bad.”

Shizuo has a quick rinse off in the shower, afterwards changing into the navy bathrobe Izaya had brought to match his. It feels good to wash away the remnants of a long day, water beating down on his shoulders almost like a massage. Izaya’s shower had out of this world water pressure, honestly Shizuo was in love.

One face-mask later and the bath has finished filling. Steam is coming off the water, and Shizuo knows it’s still way too hot for either of them to get in. Though Izaya will probably try to early like always. He really was like some cold-blooded reptile, always trying to soak up as much heat as possible … usually from Shizuo himself.

Shizuo lets Izaya put his mask on. It was the best choice, considering the wet paper like cloth needed delicate handling and Shizuo would no doubt rip it immediately with his ‘monster’s paws’, as Izaya had said. He made sure to smack at Izaya with his monster paws for that comment.

The mask isn’t horrible. It’s wet and his vision is kind of obscured, and he doesn’t think it fits properly cause one side keeps curling down at his temple. Izaya had given him his own kitty ear headband to hold his fringe back, and the louse pesters him to take a few selfies together. Shizuo can’t help but snort at how ridiculous they look, kind of like a mannequin had a baby with a hockey mask.

They sit on the edge of the bathtub next to each other, sipping their drinks the best they can with the masks in the way. Shizuo eventually gets fed up and rips the sliver of paper between his nostrils and upper lip and Izaya almost chokes on his stupid lemon water laughing.

It’s cute.

It’s nice to just sit and talk, to take stock of each other’s day and catch up. Izaya plays footsies with him the entire time, and at one point Shizuo almost falls backwards into the bath trying to capture the louse’s calf between his feet.

Izaya’s hand is also rubbing once again against his thigh, sliding up under the material of his bathrobe. He massages his fingers into the muscles, pressing with precision into the knots hard enough to make Shizuo groan.

Izaya has a thing for his thighs. Shizuo doesn’t know why, but something about them makes the little pest go feral. They are thick and muscular, almost double the width of Izaya’s own legs and even if Shizuo didn’t see the appeal himself he’s happy to let Izaya have his fun.

Watching Izaya fuck himself against only his bare thigh really was a sight to behold.

After about ten minutes the face masks come off. Shizuo never could keep them on as long as Izaya; after a while it started to get too annoying and almost itchy. Still, Shizuo would be lying if he said it didn’t feel completely satisfying pealing the paper away from his skin.

He scrunches the mask into a ball, using it to rub the excess moisture of his face. Izaya folds his own mask much more neatly, leaning towards the mirror to inspect his skin as he wipes away any remaining excess.

Like every inch of that skin wasn’t flawless to begin with.

Shizuo rubs at his cheek, taking in how soft the mask has left his skin. He wasn’t that into self-care like Izaya was, but even he couldn’t deny these masks were magical.

Better was Izaya skin, which normally soft to the touch, became like silk under Shizuo’s fingertips. He can’t stop himself from reaching out, from cupping the flea’s cheek and rubbing his thumb against ivory skin.

It’s nice to finally see his unobscured face.

“Hey,” Shizuo’s turning that his to meet lips like satin in a soft kiss.

Izaya lets Shizuo set the pace to something slow and unhurried. He parts his mouth, tongue licking at the seam of Izaya’s lips before the other is turning to let him deepen the kiss further.

Shizuo licks into that wicked mouth with a careful consideration, letting Izaya’s taste flood over his tongue. There’s a hand twisting into the back of his hair and another once more kneading the flesh of his thigh.

Shizuo breaks the kiss slowly, dazzlingly eyes of whiskey alight with muted heat blinking softly back up at him.

“I’m home, Izaya.”

Izaya grins at the domestic phrase, rubs his nose against Shizuo’s and the little kiss is so cute that Shizuo can feel the tips of his ears go red.

“Welcome home, Shizu-chan.”

Izaya breath is like a whisper over his lips and Shizuo can’t help but mirror his smirk with a grin of his own.

Shizuo slips into the bath by himself, letting out a groan as the heat immediately relaxes the muscles in his back. It’s still way too hot. So hot that he can’t help but shiver, heat skittering almost painfully over sensitive nerve endings. And yet it feels like heaven, all of the tension flooding out of his body after a long day. He closes his eyes, letting his head lie back on the hob as he just soaks in the moment.

The patter of feet signal Izaya’s return. Shizuo opens one eye to see him standing before him with those same kitty ears and nothing else.

Izaya’s body is stunning. He’s lean and long limbed, but there’s a subtle grace to the way he holds himself. Shizuo always thinks of him as some kind of jungle panther. Light-footed. Slinking around like a predator. His waist is slim, and yet there is slight definition around his muscles, and his ass-, shit, his ass is a gift from God. Chasing the flea all those years had definitely paid off for him; and Shizuo was happy to enjoy the spoils too.

Izaya places a hand to Shizuo’s bicep as he steadies himself and steps into the water. Shizuo’s arm comes up to the small of his back automatically, ready to catch him at the first sign of a slip, but knowing Izaya it wasn’t necessary.

The flea slips into the space between Shizuo’s parted legs and leans back against his muscled chest. He lets out a little sigh as he submerges himself into the water up to his shoulders, obviously enjoying the heat sinking deep into his body just as Shizuo had. The noise is nice, something breathless and almost non-existent, something Shizuo is so attuned to he thinks he can almost hear it in his head rather than any physical sound.

Izaya’s leans his head back against his shoulder and Shizuo can’t help but wrap his arms around his waist, pulling him tighter against his front.

Izaya body fits perfectly against his, and not for the first time Shizuo is certain that flea was made for him.

The candles flicker with steam, and Shizuo thinks he could fall asleep right here and now.

Fwua!

A loud slapping sound breaks through his peace and Shizuo can feel giggles vibrating through Izaya’s back.

Opening his eyes again, Shizuo is met with the sight of Izaya scooping bubbles into his hands. He smacks them together quickly, the bubbles exploding into the air with his delighted giggles.

It’s too fucking cute.

“What are you, four?”

Izaya answers by twisting his neck to look over at Shizuo, a hand of foam raised and Shizuo’s barely has time to raise an eyebrow before bubbles are being blown into his face.

“Oi,” Shizuo hacks a cough, swallowing a great deal more soap than he ever wanted to. His eye twitches at the cheeky look in Izaya’s eyes and his grouchy tone really doesn’t match his own fond smile.

“Do you want me to drown you in this tub?”

Izaya pouts, “Shizu-chan don’t be mean.”

The pout cracks as his lips twitch up at the corners. Water splashes, the flea suddenly turning around fully and scooping up more bubbles.

“Shizu-chan let’s make you a bubble beard.”

“Haaah?”

“Haaah?” Izaya mocks, “come on old man.”

“I’m younger than you,” Shizuo quips back, trying to grab skinny wrists that keep trying to slap foam to his chin.

Wasn’t this supposed to be relaxing!?

Izaya’s attempts don’t ease up and he giggles as a ball of bubbles land delicately on Shizuo’s nose.

He narrows his eyes at his nose, as if the bubbles have personally offended him, and before Izaya can even get a yelp out Shizuo is shoving his head underwater.

Water goes over the sides of the tub and Izaya’s arms splash comically as Shizuo’s entire palm covers the crown of his head. He only gives it a few seconds before he lets up.

Izaya pops back up, hair sopping and stuck to his forehead as his kitty headband hangs pathetically around his neck. He splutters and coughs, attempting to glare at Shizuo as he rubs at his eyes.

Shizuo only gives a cocky raise of one eyebrow, as if to say ‘you started it’.

“Did you just try to drown me?” Izaya asks, his outrage fake as shit.

“You wanna go back under?” Shizuo threatens, but the tone is ruined by his wide smile.

Izaya grins, one shoulder coming up in a half-hearted shrug. He pulls off the headband around his neck, pouting at the state it’s in before flinging it over the side of the tub to the floor.

A glint flashes in Izaya’s eyes. It’s the only warning Shizuo gets before two hands are pressing down onto his head.

Shizuo plants his feet firmly on the bottom of the tub to stop from sliding, and Izaya’s wicked looked turns disappointed as Shizuo doesn’t budge an inch.

“Oi.”

Izaya’s eyes narrow into a look of determination, and he even gets to his knees as he tries to add even more force to Shizuo’s head.

“Why, won’t, you, die?”

Shizuo answers by letting himself suddenly slip under the water. The sudden loss of purchase has Izaya floundering and Shizuo swears he can hear him yelp through water.

Shizuo almost swallows an obscene amount of bath water from laughing before he pops back up. Izaya has slumped atop of him, arms around his neck as he holds his own head above water as if to keep himself from completely submerging.

Shizuo likes that. The way Izaya will always grab onto him, cling to him, whenever he loses his footing.

“Shizu-chan is so mean. Jail for a thousand years!”

Shizuo just chuckles, pushing Izaya’s fringe away from his forehead as he looks at him. He’s doing the face Shizuo loves, the one where his nose scrunches up oh so cutely. Shizuo loves that face, he wants to hoard it all to himself and never let anyone else see it.

If it got out Izaya was this cute Shizuo’s sure he’d have to beat off interested parties with a sick.

Mine.

Shizuo sits himself up, shaking his head like a dog to get the water out of his hair. Izaya squirms in his arms, but he doesn’t let go. Instead he manhandles the flea back into the same position they started in, with his back pressed to Shizuo’s chest, sitting between his legs.

There, Shizuo thinks triumphantly, Izaya’s wriggling getting less and less by the minute. He squeezes his thighs around the flea’s hips, wrapping his legs over the top of Izaya’s until he’s practically in a joint lock.

He’s really no match for Shizuo’s superior strength when it comes down to it. Still, it didn’t stop Izaya from trying to wrestle him daily.

“Have you calmed down you damn water rat?”

“Hmm,” Izaya hums as if he has no idea what Shizuo’s talking about. “Shouldn’t I be a water flea? Shizu-chan don’t you know it’s bad to mix metaphors?”

Shizuo just snorts at such a bratty response.

He wouldn’t have it any other way.

Izaya relents and relaxes back into his body and Shizuo can’t help but rub his nose against the back of his neck.

“You’re ridiculous,” Shizuo snorts into his skin, and he doesn’t need to see to know that Izaya is smirking.

He lets his lips and hands do the rest of the talking. Soft kisses trailing from Izaya’s neck to his shoulder and back again. He rubs his hands at the flea’s sides, making a path up and down slowly as he maps out every inch of creamy skin.

Izaya makes that soundless noise again, lips parted slightly as closes his eyes, focusing on sensation of Shizuo’s hands and lips on him. Shizuo’s touch is light, almost ticklish as he brushes fingertips across Izaya’s ribs, the water turning his path slick and easy.

Shizuo kisses are barely a press of lips to skin, so soft that it’s only the feel of his breath blowing out that makes Izaya’s skin erupt into goosebumps. Shizuo watches fascinated as that alabaster skin reacts before his very eyes.

Izaya’s got the faintest of freckles splayed across his shoulders, almost impossible to see unless this close. Shizuo loves to pick out each individual mark, a constellation of stars for his mouth to trace and follow. To worship and pay tribute to.

Shizuo rubs his hands from Izaya’s sides down to his hips, thighs, and back up again to his waist. Every time he trails down he moves a little bit further. Inch by torturous inch he teases skin until Izaya starts to squirm a little.

Heh.

Shizuo’s grin is wicked as he presses it under Izaya’s ear. His lips move up to brush against his pulse point and Izaya lifts his chin to allow Shizuo greater access.

Shizuo’s chuckle spills over skin for real and shivers are erupting once more over Izaya’s skin.

“Mmm?” Shizuo whispers a questioning noise, hands dipping past the heated flesh at Izaya’s inner thigh. “You like that flea?”

Izaya does a little jerk of his head, eyes closed and it really is too cute.

“Does it feel good?”

Shizuo breath is hot at his ear before he gives a playful nip to the flesh. He can feel the way Izaya’s breath hitches, the motion going through his back and making Shizuo’s own chest thrum with something primal and satisfied.

Shizuo’s rubbing his foot against Izaya’s calf muscle, feeling the way he squirms at the touch.

“What’s wrong?” Shizuo cheeks actually hurt from how wide he’s smiling. “Do you not like it?”

Izaya’s head shakes, the action almost frantic, and Shizuo rewards him by sliding the flat of his tongue over the muscle where his neck and shoulder meet.

His skin tastes clean and fresh, and Shizuo feels his mouth salivating with the desire to bite into that milky flesh. To see it bruised dark with his claim. He holds off though, content with just feeling Izaya beneath his hands, feeling the way his breathing goes a little faster at every dip closer to that heat between his legs.

“Does it feel good when I touch here?” Shizuo brushes his fingertips over Izaya’s ribs, taking in every little shudder as he whispers into his lover’s ear. “What about when I touch here?”

Shizuo’s hands trail inwards, and Izaya’s lips are parting in a gasp as his knuckles brush against the side of his cock.

“Ah, is there someone you want me to touch you flea?”

Shizuo rubs his fingers between Izaya’s thighs just above his knees, so close and yet so far, if the little whimper that escapes his lips is any indication.

Shizuo feels like an addict. There is just something about having Izaya in his arms, squirming and desperate for his touch and just … taking his time with him.

Dragging it out nice and slow.

Shizuo continues licking and sucking at the flea’s neck. Izaya has his hand trapped between his legs in a vice grip, and yet Shizuo still continues his slow, sweet touches.

He lets his touches turn rougher, digs bruises into pale skin as he sucks harshly on that spot beneath Izaya’s ear; the spot that makes him moan open-mouthed.

“Shizuo.”

His name is like a prayer on Izaya’s lips. Breathless and needy. Shizuo doesn’t know whether he’s begging for him to stop or begging for him to keep going, either way the sound sinks deep into his gut.

“Shizuo please.”

Shizuo’s grin goes impossibly wide, mouth gaping like a predator’s with its prey in its grasp. His lips find Izaya’s earlobe. He pulls the flesh into his mouth and sucks harshly.

It’s a dizzying juxtaposition. Wrenching his hand from Izaya’s thigh-crush, Shizuo grazes the tips of fingers over the head of his cock, the softest, slowest touch all night and it makes Izaya jolt.

“Fuck.”

Shizuo sucks hard at the flea’s neck, finger tips trailing down his shaft and to his navel. He rubs at the soft flesh there, relishing in the annoyed whine that Izaya makes as he moves away from his reddened cock.

“Shizuo,” he can hear the pout in Izaya’s voice.

“Look at you,” Shizuo releases Izaya’s ear with a wet sound, “I haven’t even played with your tits yet and this worked up.”

That whine becomes louder, more painful if possible, as if Izaya’s gritting his teeth together.

“Shizuo you better fucking touch me or I’m going to destroy all your stupid bartender outfits.”

It’s astounding. Izaya’s gripping his wrist so tightly Shizuo’s sure there will be indents of his nails left behind. How is it possible for him to still sound like such a vicious little thing when he’s desperately trying to put Shizuo’s unbudging hand to his leaking cock?

“Oi,” Shizuo growls low and Izaya’s body shivers fully at the sound. “Do you want me to drown you again?”

“Heh,” Izaya lips are quirking up, eyes hooded as he speaks out like silk and satin, “if you drown me there won’t be anyone around to suck your cock.”

Shizuo should’ve expected this. Expected Izaya would try to play dirty.

He was the definition of little brat that needed to be put in their place. Still, the words make his own dick jump, and he can’t help but press his erection harder into the swell of Izaya’s ass in warning.

“Oh?” Shizuo lets his tenor lilt upwards, “you wanna suck my cock that bad flea?”

Izaya snorts, and Shizuo can’t help but rub his nose against his neck in an overly affectionate gesture.

“Hey Shizu-chan,” Izaya’s turning his face, lips meeting lips in a sweet brush as he releases his death grip on Shizuo’s wrist.

Shizuo stares into dark, deep eyes; lets himself drown as Izaya presses his forehead to his.

“Yeah flea?”

Izaya eyes close, his mouth turning soft as he gives one of those rare smiles reserved just for Shizuo.

Shizuo’s eyes slip close, Izaya in his arms and his breath spilling across his face in a steady rhythm. It’s like an abstract concept become physical, a peace that Shizuo can literally hold within his hands.

Izaya dips his head to Shizuo’s neck, lips against skin as he whispers.

“I want you to tell me how badly I want to suck your cock … while you touch me.”

Shizuo’s eyes blow wide. His smile is going predator-like before he can even realise it.

Izaya was absolutely perfect.

Shizuo pulls Izaya’s body back with his, getting comfortable as Izaya settles himself in against his hold, nuzzling into his neck. Shizuo can’t help but shower his back in soft kisses.

“You want me to talk you through it baby?” Shizuo asks, letting his voice go softer. He’s cock is aching as Izaya shivers at the pet name. He forces it to the back of his mind, focus zeroing in on the body in his arms. “You look so good right now.”

Izaya just sighs and Shizuo rewards him with a kiss to his lips. It’s chaste and sweet, with the promise of something hotter simmering just beneath the surface.

He lets his hands slide through the water and up that irresistible body once more. This time when snakes his hand downwards he palms at Izaya’s cock lightly.

“Aah,” Izaya’s lets out this little moan, relief and pleasure all in one. As if not being touched had been painful, had been torture.

“That feel good? Being touched here?” Shizuo whispers a sonnet against Izaya’s neck. His eyes are wide open, mesmerized as he palms his hand with more force against the flea’s cock.

His hot in his palm, positively boiling compared to the cooling temperate of the water surrounding them. Shizuo enjoys the feel of him in his hands. Hot and heavy. Izaya has a nice cock, it’s long, not as thick as Shizuo’s but it curves nicely and his mouth waters at the sight of it.

“You’ve got such a pretty cock … for such an ugly flea.”

Izaya actually chuckles at the underhanded compliment and Shizuo feels himself flush at the sound.

Izaya was anything but ugly.

Shizuo’s certain even the most wicked of devils would repent at the beauty of his flea.

Mine, mine, mine.

Shizuo lets his touch stay slow and steady, matching his earlier exploration of Izaya’s body. He closes his fist around the shaft experimentally, the water making his slow pull even rougher.

Izaya’s head is thrown fully back onto his shoulder now. Eyes closed as he pants open-mouthed. His hips are doing these cute little jerk, moving in time with Shizuo’s hand, and every brush of his ass against Shizuo’s cock makes him want to groan out loud.

“Look at you, I bet you’re imagining it aren’t you?” Shizuo fists the head of Izaya’s cock with the barest of pressure and the other is whimpering. “My cock in your mouth … the taste of me on your tongue.”

“Ah-ah.”

Shizuo’s pace is increasing, fist going tighter as his words climb higher.

“You look so good with your mouth stuffed with my cock, baby,” Shizuo’s whispers are turning harsh in his ears. “God you feel so good around me. So wet.”

Shizuo’s eyes are closing and he can feel it. That warm wet heat enveloping him, almost overwhelming in its sensation.

“You want it so badly don’t you? Tell me how badly you want my cock.”

“Y-yes!” Izaya’s voice comes out high pitched and desperate. “I-, I want your cock … I-I need it.”

Shizuo rubs his hard dick against the crack of Izaya’s ass, in time with the flea’s desperate thrust. His lips are wet and wide against Izaya’s neck, kisses turning careless as he sucks and bites with abandon. Izaya’s body is going taunt in his arms, toes curling against the tub, abdominals clenching so tight it almost looks painful. His body is on the edge of trembling, pulled so tight Shizuo can feel that tension almost about to snap.

“Fuck baby,” Shizuo lets his voice go rough, lets it go needy.

“You’re so fucking hot,” Shizuo gives a feral growl, Izaya’s squirming and splashing in his arms as he sets a relentless pace against his cock. Shizuo twists his fist as he pulls up, water sloshing over the sides at his frantic pace. He fists the head tightly, twisting in a way that makes Izaya keen out like he’s been kicked in the gut.

“N-need you, fuck I need you baby.”

“Ah-, ah-, Shizuo!”

Shizuo’s desperation sends Izaya over the edge. The body in his arms tenses, like an electric current is running through it and then he’s shaking apart, moaning long and loud as Shizuo strokes him through his orgasm, never letting up as his cock spurts white into water.

He keeps stroking him. Izaya’s breathing is ragged as he collapses boneless atop Shizuo.

Eventually he slows his motions, letting his hand come to a steady stop as he feels all the little aftershocks shivering through the body in his arms. Izaya’s eyes are closed and Shizuo thinks he might have fucked him stupid.

It wouldn’t be the first time.

“Oi,” Shizuo presses a kiss to Izaya’s temple. “Don’t fall asleep flea.”

Shizuo can’t keep the smile out his voice. He has literal perfection in his arms, had that same perfection coming and calling out his name. His heart feels fit to burst…

His cock definitely is.

“Mm, Shizu-chan is such a sadist,” Izaya finally mumbles a response. He sounds dazed, like he’s intoxicated and on the verge of blacking out.

“Guess it’s a good thing you’re such a masochist then, huh?” Shizuo says between kisses to the smattering of stars over Izaya’s shoulder.

“Hmm,” Izaya’s eyes are cracking open, staring unseeing at the ceiling as he brushes a hand through the water absentmindedly. “The bath is dirty now.”

Shizuo snorts, “and who made it dirty, louse?”

“Shizu-chan should take responsibility, after all, it’s all his fault,” Izaya quips back, turning to press a smirk into Shizuo’s neck.

“Youbetter take responsibility,” Shizuo grumbles, pressing his still raging erection against Izaya’s backside in case he’d somehow forgotten about it.

Unlikely.

“But I’m tired,” Izaya whines pathetically, and Shizuo half kind of wants to drown him again. “Shizu-chan’s torture was relentless!”

Shizuo chuckles at that, the deep sound vibrating through his chest and into Izaya’s back.

“Surprised you just didn’t slip it in mid torture,” Izaya lilts with his usually vulgarity and yeah Shizuo should definitely drown him.

“Too tired,” Shizuo deadpans, “you do some work flea.”

“Heh, be careful what you wish for Shizu-chan.”

They end up in bed, barely dry as Izaya’s swallows down Shizuo’s cock like a man starving. Shizuo’s exhausted, splayed out on the bed as he hovers blissfully between the edge of sleep and the pleasure of Izaya’s hot mouth wrapped around him.

It doesn’t take long for him to come. Not long until he’s body is shaking apart and he’s calling Izaya’s name. He trembles as Izaya sucks him dry of every, last, drop.

Shizuo feels hazy, his skin hypersensitive from the aftershocks of his orgasm. He’s drifting off to sleep, Izaya snuggling in beside him and pulling the blanket up.

“Shizu-chan has tomorrow off, right?” Izaya asks innocently, and Shizuo thinks he brushes his hand through the flea’s hair but he’s not quite sure in his half-awake daze.

“Yeah.”

“Will Shizu-chan make me breakfast?”

Shizuo’s eyes are slipping closed again, the sight of Izaya tucked under his arm and snuggling into his neck the last thing he sees.

“Yeah flea,” he’s mumbling in his sleep, “do … anything…”

[tickles-tea]

Clicking Keys (and Sneaky Fleas)

I pulled this out of my ass in four hours and I’m two hours late but-! It’s done! Happy birthday, Shizuo!

Tap, tap, tap…

The ceaseless clacking of a keyboard filled the apartment like the buzz of a fly. Quiet but persistent in how it held your attention. It was certainly possible to tune it out, distract yourself from it with the sounds of the television or radio until it faded into the background.

It’d be easy enough. He could turn on one of Kasuka’s movies or pull up a crime fiction podcast. Izaya would be too preoccupied to tease him about it after all.

But that was just the thing- Izaya was preoccupied, buried in his work as he had been for the past few days.

Tap, tap, tap…

It was hard to drown it out when all he could think about was the source of that maddening sound.

Izaya. Izaya with his brow slightly furrowed and those clever eyes focused solely on the screen in front of him. When was the last time those eyes had looked at him? Truly looked at him?

Shizuo frowned, slouching a bit in his seat on the couch and scuffing his foot against the floor. Izaya had hardly even spoken to him today, only offering a vague hum in response when Shizuo had told him good morning. Shizuo didn’t think of himself as a needy partner but this was a bit much, wasn’t it? Especially today of all days.

The thought had Shizuo fighting back a blush. Just because it was his birthday didn’t mean today would be different from any other day. Neither of them were big on holidays so it shouldn’t come as a surprise.

Though, his embarrassment was quickly chased away by frustration. Birthday or not, he wanted his boyfriend to at least look at him. There was no way in hell he was about to get up and tell Izaya to pay attention to him though. The best case scenario was that Izaya made fun of him for being codependent and the worst case was that the man’s ego was inflated even more than it already was. He wasn’t exactly keen on experiencing either of those outcomes. 

Clicking his tongue, Shizuo reached out his foot and pushed the leg of the coffee table. He was careful not to push too hard, just enough to make it slide a few inches away with a soft squeak against the polished wooden floor. He glanced over at Izaya from the corner of his eye.

Tap, tap, tap…

A harder push, a slightly louder squeak.

“Careful,” instinctive and distracted, was all he got in return.

Shizuo scowled. Giving up on that idea, Shizuo went to the kitchen for a snack. The fridge was closed with a little more force than normal. The lid to a pudding cup was peeled off just a little slower to draw out the sound. The search for a spoon lasted longer than it reasonably should’ve.

He returned to the couch and ate his pudding in silence, growing more and more resigned with each passing moment.

But he couldn’t help but perk up when that incessant clicking paused and Izaya finally-finally-stood from his desk.

Only to pass Shizuo by entirely and head to the kitchen himself.

At this point, Shizuo was frowning hard enough for his jaw to ache. As frustrating as this was, it wasn’t totally out of character for Izaya to ignore him like this. Izaya could be childish and fickle, but he really did take his job seriously, and Shizuo respected that about him. Shizuo could deny it all he wanted but he knew that the reason he was feeling so put out today was that he’d thought Izaya might’ve at least taken note of the date. He hadn’t expected a party or a cake or any grand celebration. He’d be happy with a kiss, even just a chaste press of lips and that Cheshire Cat smile he loved so much.

Shizuo sighed. Maybe he’d just go home.

He was about to do just that when long slender arms wrapped around his shoulders from behind and a lilted voice whispered in his ear.

“Shizu-chan is cute when he wants attention~”

Shizuo startled with a choked out gasp before his cheeks burned a bright red. “You-!”

Izaya snickered as he hooked his chin over his partner’s shoulder, his breath against Shizuo’s ear making him twitch. “You’ve been trying to get my attention all this time, right? I’m sorry I’ve been so busy,” he said softly, a smile still on his face.

Shizuo would be shocked that Izaya had actually apologized if it hadn’t been for the rush of embarrassment that ran through him suddenly. While he absolutely had been trying to draw Izaya’s attention, being called out on it was still mortifying.

“Tch, who the hell would want your attention?” Shizuo said, shrugging off Izaya’s arms from his shoulders and staring straight ahead.

This time it was Izaya’s turn to frown, but the authenticity of it was certainly debatable. “Ahhh, you’re ignoring me now? That’s no good. I should’ve known you were a tsundere, Shizu-chan.” Izaya straightened from his lean over the back of the couch to come around and claim the seat next to Shizuo. “Were you wanting me to sit next to you like this?” He hummed, pressing up close against Shizuo’s side. 

Stubborn, Shizuo refused to meet his eye. “Shut up.”

Izaya only smiled.

“Maybe you wanted a kiss then?” He offered, leaning up to do just that only for Shizuo to turn his face away petulantly, Izaya’s lips meeting a warm cheek instead of his mouth. Izaya heaved a dramatic sigh. “Is this payback? I’ve already apologized, you know…” When Shizuo still refused to look at him, Izaya sighed again. Loud and over the top with just the hint of something else… “I guess I have no choice then.”

Curious, Shizuo risked a glance from the corner of his eye. Just what was the flea up to?

What he saw had him turning to face Izaya instantly.

Shizuo knew that toothy grin all too well.

“Oi, don’t even think about-!”

He was too late. Nimble fingers were already dancing over his sides and skittering up to tap against his rib cage just like they did with that damn keyboard. Shizuo made a sound somewhere between a yelp and a cough, twisting away to try to dislodge Izaya’s hands. “I-Izaya! St-ahaha! Shihihit!”

Izaya’s smile grew as those rare chortles filled the air. “Ahh there’s my monster’s handsome face~ That wasn’t so hard, was it?” His voice was a deceptively gentle purr that didn’t match at all with the way he ruthlessly pinched at Shizuo’s waist. Izaya knew how sensitive he was there, having discovered it when he had curiously wrapped his hands around Shizuo’s waist after noticing how narrow it was. Shizuo had jumped, startling them both, which was more than enough for Izaya to connect the dots. 

Now, he used that discovery to pull more of that surprisingly bright laugh from Shizuo’s lips, smiling wider when all Shizuo did was lightly grip his wrists in response. 

“Ihihihizaya! I’ll fucking kihihihill you!” Shizuo yelled out, but for all of his curses, he stayed in place. He squirmed and twitched and jerked, but not once did he try to stand or push Izaya away. How could he when Izaya was looking at him with that painfully fond look in his eye and cooing at him with that silky smooth voice? What a pest.

Izaya’s tickling fingers were torturous-evident in the way Shizuo’s voice pitched when they found their way under his shirt to get at bare skin-but he couldn’t deny that this was better than Izaya sitting behind that computer. So Shizuo accepted Izaya’s attention, hard earned as it was. He endured it until the facades fell away and the cursing stopped. Until he was laid back on the couch cushions with Izaya pulling more and more laughter from his lips. Until Izaya stopped and leaned down to replace that laughter with a kiss.

“I’ve been wanting to see Shizu-chan’s face all day,” he said in that quiet amused way of his.

Shizuo’s brow furrowed as he caught his breath. “What are you talking about? You’re the one who’s been staring at that damn computer since I woke up.”

A wry grin.

“I’ve been getting things ready~”

“For what?” Shizuo’s confused expression must’ve been edging too close to annoyed since Izaya quickly dropped the cryptic act with a laugh. 

“For Shizu-chan’s birthday, of course.” Shizuo’s face fell slack on surprise, and Izaya scoffed at his disbelief. “Did you really think I’d forgotten? What a terrible boyfriend,” he whined with a pout.

Shizuo raised a brow at the irony of that statement but was curious enough to let it slide. “What have you been doing then?”

Izaya’s pout disappeared as if it had never been there to begin with, easily replaced by a smirk. “I’ve been making sure all of our reservations are in order. A lot goes into making sure a trip goes smoothly after all. I don’t want us to run into any problems while we’re attending Traugott Geissendorfer’s tournament in Okinawa. You understand, right?”

There was a beat of silence.

“Huh?” Shizuo blinked up at Izaya blankly, trying to comprehend what he was saying.

“He’s your idol, isn’t he? I thought Shizu-chan might want to see him compete in person,” Izaya explained simply. 

It took Shizuo a moment to fully put the pieces together, but when he did, he looked up at Izaya with poorly hidden excitement in his eyes.

“Really?”

“Really.” 

Another moment and Izaya was pulled into a borderline bone-crushing hug. “You sneaky fucking flea.” Shizuo growled the words into Izaya’s neck, but he was smiling impossibly wide. Relief and gratefulness and love all swirled together to warm his chest and clench his heart. To think he was on Izaya’s mind this entire time just as Izaya had been on his. They truly were hopeless. “…thank you.”

Izaya hummed, his own content smile pressed against Shizuo’s temple. 

“Happy birthday, Shizu-chan.”

[lovelynim]

TickleTober2023/Day 19 - Dark

Durarara!! - Shizuo x Izaya

Shizuo took a careful step forward, making sure he wasn’t going to dumb into anything and that there was nothing in his surroundings for him to dumb into. Yet, despite all his efforts, he ended up kicking the corner of the couch as he tried to keep walking.

“Shit- agh!” He grunted.

“Try to not break my furniture, yes, Shizu-chan?” A voice coming from god-knows-where teased him. 

“Damn you, flea,” he snapped, taking a deep sigh as he tried to ease the pain while continuing to move through the dark apartment. Just when the two of them managed to get together, a stupid lightning damaged the electric system of the building, putting Izaya’s place - along with everyone else - in a total blackout.

Now, both surrounded by total darkness, the couple tried to locate a flashlight, a candle or anything that would allow them to, at least, finish their dinner. “Did you find anythi- ack!” Shizuo interrupted himself, yelling at another inanimate object.

Being more familiar with his own home, Izaya didn’t have problems moving around in the dark and, as amusing as it would be to watch that silly monster bumping around, he was starting to worry that Shizuo would end up breaking something for real. “Not yet, Shizu-chan,” Izaya said, feeling around the drawer to see if he could find anything useful.

“I didn’t find anything eith- agh! Who put this table here?!” Shizuo yelled, feeling the sharp pain spread from his knee up to his leg. If the lights were on, he would be able to see Izaya’s amused, but worried, expression.

Shizuo wandering around his apartment was sounding less and less like a good idea, he couldn’t even tell where he was anymore. “Shizu-chan… how about you stop destroying my home and we leave the searching for me, hm? How does that soun-AH!”

Izaya let out an undignified squeal when a pair of hands grabbed his sides out of the blue (or, better saying, out of the dark). “Shihihzu-chan, thahAHahat’s meheh y-you ahahare holding onto!”

“I know, flea,” Shizuo groaned from behind, continuing to hold the other tight, refusing to let go despite Izaya’s efforts to squirm off his grip. “I’m trying to use you to help me move around- hey, stop moving so much!”

“Yohou ahAHare tihihickling me!” Izaya hissed through laughter, trying to step out of his reach, but ending up being pulled back to Shizuo. To make things worse, Shizuo kept moving his hands and digging on different spots, grappling Izaya’s torso over and over. “It’s nohohot tihihime f-for yohour gahAHahames, you pehehervert Shihihizu-chahan!”

“Pervert?” Shizuo clicked his tongue. Well, if the flea could still throw names at him like that, he probably could “help him out” some more. “I’ll show you who the pervert is, flea!”

“Wait, nohHOH- AGH!” Flailing one of his hands out of reflex, it was Izaya’s turn to hit his hand against a corner. However, thanks to Shizuo’s fingers digging into his hips, he barely had time to process the pain before another stream of giggles poured from his lips.

“Come on, flea, don’t you know how to walk around your own place?!” Shizuo teased, managing to catch an insult or two through Izaya’s cackles. Even though he couldn’t see properly what part of Izaya’s body he was tickling, Shizuo knew that flea like the palm of his hand and it wasn’t some blackout that was going to stop him from dishing out a well-deserved punishment. 

A/N: My beloved idiots, I miss writing for them so much wawawa

Anyway, I wrote this while procrastinating my work, so I should go back there ehe, hope you guys enjoyed it ~

[my-juicy-fantasies]

😍😚🤩😚😍

Troll Shizaya <3

[happyandticklish]

Tickletober Day Twenty-Two - Vampire

Notes: We’re all just gonna pretend like the last day I posted wasn’t all the way back on day nine, everything’s fine, I’m so totally caught up right now. Prompt taken from @lizzienaut ‘s list, for the request by @tickles-tea. The Vampire!Shizaya AU owns my entire heart, so here you go~

Summary: Izaya has a tendency to bite and Shizuo’s ticklish.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Cold, refreshing air hit his lungs, sucked between gritted teeth. He tried to focus all his energy on breathing, as opposed to any other inconvenient plans his body might have in store for him. Such as moving. He curled his fingers against the brick behind him, listening to the distant sounds of traffic in the background. A streetlight flickered near them as flies bumped uselessly into the bulb and luminous shadows danced across the buildings as a result.

“Did you know that your heartbeat is racing right now?”

Shizuo tensed, palming the stone again like it might turn into an exit. “It’s cold.”

“It’s barely winter, try again.”

His lips were soft and each word seemed to vibrate against his skin. The urge to move, to flee, to push the other man away, bubbled up underneath Shizuo’s skin and he shoved it down through some Herculean force of will. He could see the glint of Izaya’s teeth reflected in the light. They didn’t look that sharp, but Shizuo knew firsthand how much damage they could do. In theory, that’s what Shizuo should be worried about right now. In practice, he had other, more pressing concerns on his mind.

Another kiss, delivered softly into the crook of his neck. Shizuo’s shoulder jerked up helplessly. It really wasn’t that cold, but Shizuo was sticking with that theory if it would help explain the goosebumps flaring out from each spot that Izaya touched—ripples in a pond.

“How am I supposed to act when my boyfriend tries to rip out my throat?” Another kiss, this time deposited higher, closer to his jugular. Shizuo couldn’t help but squirm at that, trying to disguise it as a simple readjustment. “A gazelle doesn’t sit still for the lion.”

“That’s a rather dramatic comparison,” Izaya said dryly, pausing to lean back and give him an annoyed look. “It’s just a small bite, you’ll hardly even notice. Besides, it’s not as if you haven’t done this before—don’t tell me you’re getting cold feet now.”

He wasn’t wrong (Izaya rarely was, and it was one of the more irritating aspects about dating him). Izaya had fed from him countless times in the past, but that was before they had been on such… friendly terms. Shizuo was used to it being rough and desperate, hands gripping his chin and holding it firmly but gently out of the way like Shizuo’s struggling was a mere inconvenience to him. He wasn’t used to this gentle prelude Izaya was preforming now. His skin seemed to tingle where Izaya’s lips touched it, his every nerve helplessly aware of his position.

It had never been so defenseless before.

Shizuo huffed, purposefully tilting his neck back this time with a confidence he didn’t feel. “Don’t be stupid. Just get it over with already.”

“Ah, Shizu-chan, so impatient,” Izaya sung musingly, but he returned to his neck, continuing the soft trail of kisses up the column of his neck.

Shizuo grimaced, mostly to do something with the energy coiling inside him. “Do you really have to do that?”

“It’s supposed to be a tactic to calm you down,” Izaya answered in a surprising show of honesty. He spoke in-between kisses, and Shizuo put his best efforts into slowing his heartbeat down to something reasonable. “Like how doctors distract you before they stick the needle in. It hurts less if you’re not all tensed up. 

“Which,” he added, almost as an afterthought, “doesn’t seem to be working. You’re not nervous, are you?”

Shizuo huffed out a shaky breath that spiraled in the air between them. It wasn’t an answer, but Izaya had grown good at reading him—too good, in Shizuo’s opinion.

Izaya pressed his palm against Shizuo’s chest, his touch cold even through his shirt. They both listened to the insistent thrum of his heartbeat, a paranoid call to danger. “Are you still worried I’ll kill you, after all this time? After all the opportunities I willfully ignored because you seemed far more interesting alive than as a soulless corpse?

One finger traced gently around the area where his heart would be, as though miming cutting it out. Each touch was too light—too intentional. The city noise was swept away by the wind, and all Shizuo could focus on was those piercing eyes and the hissing breath still too close to his skin and the nail dragging against his shirt—

“Ignoring me isn’t a smart idea, you know.” Izaya quirked a brow, the gesture effortlessly calm—the exact opposite of Shizuo’s racing mind and heightened nerves. “If you’re too scared for one simple bite—”

“Your annoying vampire breath is tickling me, that’s all.” The words snapped out of him before he could take them back; anything to wipe that condescending look off his face. “I’m not afraid of those toothpicks you call teeth—"

“Tickling?”

Shizuo stiffened. Izaya peered up at him curiously, the same look a child gives their new toy; it wasn’t comforting when directed at you. “What?”

“You’re ticklish?”

“No.”

“But you just said—”

“It was a figure of speech, alright? Enough with all the damn questions.”

This was not how this night was supposed to go. Izaya was a vampire, a monstrous beast of nature by all accounts, and Shizuo was human, and in no way, shape, or form should tickling even enter into that equation. Depending on Izaya’s mood, Shizuo should either be dead in a ditch by now or back in Izaya’s apartment for far more extraneous activities. Instead, his face was hot with an embarrassment he hadn’t felt in years and he wanted nothing more than to take his chances and make a run for it. At the very least it would buy him enough time to come up with an excuse out of this.

He had forgotten about the hand on his chest, the one that now resumed its tracing, only now its target drifted farther down, curving against the folds in his shirt. Instinct jerked Shizuo’s hand to stop him, but Izaya was faster, snagging Shizuo’s wrists and slamming it next to his head on the wall. Shizuo exhaled sharply, panic flaring and dying within his chest all in the course of a couple seconds.

“Stop lying to me, Shizuo.” The use of his name, his actual name, not some silly nickname or derogatory title, sent him on high alert. “It’s exhausting and you’re not slick enough to pull it off.”

Izaya’s finger had finished its descent, and now begin the process of carefully tugging Shizuo’s shirt up. Shizuo tried not to move, tried not to give him any indication that this was getting to him, but Izaya’s knuckles kept brushing against skin and his stomach muscles jumped and twitched in protest. 

Izaya’s hand slipped under the hem of the undershirt, laying flat against his stomach and Shizuo hissed sharply.  

“Your hands are cold.”

“I’ve heard dying has that effect,” Izaya replied wryly. He twitched his hands, grinning when Shizuo lurched back—not that he had anywhere to go, backed against the wall as he was. “Is something the matter?”

Slow, gentle taps against his abdomen, like the world’s laziest drumroll. Shizuo bit the inside of his lip to keep himself from doing something stupid like smiling. It didn’t tickle, not in any real, concrete way, but the anticipation of knowing it could, was making him nervous. He still had one hand free, but it remained hanging uselessly by his side. He wanted to yell at it to move already, but his body refused to listen to him.

“So silent and stoic, very admirable.” Izaya was teasing him, and Shizuo hated how helpless it made him feel. He should stop this. He should really say something, anything to stop this. “I’ve always loved that about you. So willful and yet so easy to rile up at the same time.”

“I’m not—mmhe!” A sudden curl of Izaya’s fingers had his mouth snapping shut again, concealing a sound that he refused to identify as a laugh. He squeezed his eyes shut to avoid the knowing look practically radiating off of the other.

“You’re not what? I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that.”

He was smiling now, and once it was out, it was impossible to pull back in. He shoved his other hand deep in his pocket, clenching the soft denim in his hands. Nails curled in and out across his stomach, a gentle, spider-like movement that was driving Shizuo up the wall. Izaya was still watching him and he tried to tell himself it didn’t tickle, that if he held out a little while longer maybe Izaya would give up.

And then Izaya leaned in again, bracing himself on his stomach, and pressed another series of kisses against his neck that ended in teeth scraping lightly over the vulnerable skin.

“S-Shit!” Something akin to a giggle slipped out as Shizuo jerked his shoulders up in defense. “Izaya!”

“Something the matter, Shi-zu-chan~?”

Each word formed new vibrations against his skin and Shizuo’s hand jolted out of his pocket to grip at the other man’s shoulder. Not that it did him any good; trying to move a vampire was like trying to move a brick wall, heightened strength be damned. Instead, Shizuo resorted to crumpling back against the wall and trying to stifle the frankly embarrassing noises slipping out of his mouth despite his best efforts.

“How about this?” Izaya’s hand slipped around to his hips, resting just above the bone. “You admit you were lying and I’ll consider stopping sometime within the next hour. That seems fair, don’t you think?”

Shizuo was denied a chance to answer as Izaya started squeezing suddenly, sending shockwaves of sensations coursing through him. He wanted to point out that nothing about this situation was fair, but each argument shriveled up into a fit of cackles as he doubled over under Izaya’s cruel methods.

He had a feeling it was going to be a long night.

[kpopgirl1234bl]

Masterlist

This is a master list of everything I have written here on Tumblr. From requests from you guys to things, I have written myself. I hope I got everything if I didn’t please tell me.

Titles I am writing for:

Bnha/Mha

Tokyo Revengers

Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure

Haikyuu!!!

Black Butler

Please feel free to request other animes!

Durarara!!!

Izaya Orihara

Twins

Wedding day

Face masks

Sexting - NSFW

First time - NSFW

Chubby chaser

Sleepover - headcanons

DDLG

Overweight S/O

Shizuo Heijwajima

Brother

Twins

Fancy party

Snowy evening

Late bloomer - NSFW-ish

Bad day

Gift basket

Future s/o

space

Headcanons

Turn on in a partner

Personality

Bean boozled

Katekyo Hitman Reborn

Gokudera

Lucky

Belgelphor

Taking a liking to you

Hibari

Protective brother

Haikyuu

Kuroo

DDLG

Asahi

Future

Tokyo Ghoul

Ayato Kirishima

New life

Kaneki 

Poly relationship 

Mystic messenger

Poison Ivy - Headcanon

Owari no Seraph

Crowly 

Cuddling

Boku no hero academia/My Hero academia

Tenya Iida

Former villain - part 1

former villain - part 2 

Dabi

Ocean eyes

Bakugou

Christmas special - Aged up

Protective

Distressed Omega

Tsuyu

Beach day

Hawks

Camping

Shedding season

Feral

Jealousy 

Child Hawks

Stolen jacket

Mouse quirk

S/O’s dog

Hawks dating ex villain

Child S/O - part 2 to Child Hawks

Gone for too long

Bird son

Distressed Omega

Night patrol can wait

Momo

I love you

Shinsou Hitoshi

Nightmare

Rumi Usagiyama (Miruko)

Short S/O

Kirishima Eijiro

Dating Kirishima Headcanons

Sero Hanta

College AU

Shoto Todoroki

Shy! Omega! Reader

Distressed Omega

Fairy Tail

Natsu Dragneel

Rough - NSFW

Free!

Haru

Ticklish

Danganronpa

Kazuichi

Depressed and in love

Nagito

Poly relationship

Fullmetal Alchemist

Envy

Childhood friend - NSFW

Black butler/Kurosjitsuji

Ciel Phantomhive

Jealous

Paperwork

Never leaving

Childhood

Sick

Sick pt.2

Sebastian Michaelis

Ignored

Helping his S/O sleep

Sebastian being called cute

Comedic relief

Avatar the Last Airbender

Zuko

Nightmares

Two words

JoJo Bizarre Adventure

Josuke Higashitaka

Rohan’s sibling

[nyanzaya]

@if-that-so​ inquired: 24: Talk about something someone told you that meant a lot. prev.

(🐈) Iza wasn’t sure if he wanted to share this story. It involved The Beast of Ikebukuro at a time where it could be said they were more than just friends even if Iza kept that little secret to himself. If anything it was almost embarrassing to remember what it was about. Shizuo was sweet, gentle and affectionate about it. 

He remember laying by the blond’s side, how their hand was on his thigh to which, he had promptly told Shizuo were ticklish and he disliked them a lot because of it. Quickly he found himself on his back with Shizuo holding one of his legs while he hooked the other over his shoulders: 

      How could he hate them? Shizuo's face lit up a hue of red, and then he sat up. "Iza." He says, firmly and loudly. "Iza, why do you say that? You're thighs are wonderful." A beat. "Yeah, maybe they are ticklish, but so are other parts of you. Do you hate those parts too? Tsk." Shizuo grabbed Iza's knee and lifted; so his other hand could grab at Iza's heel and when he kisses the knee, it's angling Iza's leg so he can lean in and kiss the other's thigh. Iza's leg is hooked over his shoulder then, and Shizuo's face is set into annoyance at the feline's comment.

      "You shouldn't say that. Ever." Shizuo could feel the heat of anger, the frustration at those words. Iza was beautiful and Shizuo was sure he could find more ticklish spots and Iza wouldn't say he hated them. "Iza, wake up and look at me." Shizuo growls, leaning down. "That pisses me off."

      "I know my thighs are beautiful Shizu-chan, they are strong too. I'm sure I could kill someone with my thighs because I used to dance on poles. But I don't hate my body. If I did, I wouldn't have been a stripper for a little while, though I didn't do anything with the guys, it wasn't allowed." That wasn't a lie. He used to pole dance when he wanted a little extra money, it was easy to dance on the poles and make sexual gestures with them as well. "Hey, why don't we get a stripper pole? I could dance for you." He said and let out a soft laugh, it more as a joke than a real offer.

      "If your thighs are strong, maybe you could squeeze them around my hips and it could hurt." Shizuo doesn't stop grinning. Iza's past does make him a bit annoyed. But it's the fact Iza's speaking so fondly about the same thing he was hating on. Shizuo turned his head; and then kissed the same spot he had early. He inhales then. A deep inhale and all he smells is how sweet Iza is. After awhile, he stops smelling the same spot and turned back to the feline with a slow few blinks.

      "...eh...? If you want one. But I...Prefer if you can do dances on me instead. I like your touch. I like you a lot." Shizuo nods once, and shifts. He's a bit hot now; but still content...albeit...

      Anger surges forth again, settles like the embers on his cigarettes. Shizuo places both his hands on the bed and he scowls at Iza. "But that doesn't give you a right to say you hate it. You're like an ice cream shaped like a flower. All sweet and smooth and you taste good, but you're good to look at. Don't ever say you hate any part of yourself!" He sounds desperate, angry in his own strange way. His perception of Iza far too high and pure; and flawed in its way. But he can't handle hearing Iza say those words. Shizuo furrowed his brows, growling now when he promptly leans up and kisses the feline's belly. Kisses all over the others stomach and then--

   promptly blows a raspberry.

      "Damn cat!" Shizuo looks red, embarrassed himself but he goes back to hiding between Iza's thighs.

“I don’t...think I could bring myself to tell anyone. It’s kind of embarrassing really, but those words meant a lot to me. More than what he would think they meant really. I think he just said it because I didn’t really like my body a few years ago but because of what he said I promised I would learn to love my body, even with it’s horrible flaws. I had to learn that...when someone complimented me when I’m more vulnerable that they mean it and that I really am beautiful even if sometimes I don’t believe it.” 

[yaoiotakuforever]

Shizaya headcanons

Izaya being extremely ticklish

Shizuo finds out

He likes to tickle the hell out of Izaya

Mostly unconsciously Shizuo grabs Izaya’s hand and doesn’t realize it for some time

Shizuo feeling guilty about the wheelchair

Every time this happens, Izaya has kinda the feeling that Shizuo is pitting him and snaps his switchblade at him

Izaya being asexual and Shizuo being bisexual

Izaya being very skinny because he eats so little

Shizuo making sure that Izaya eats more

Shinra being the only one who isn’t shocked of them becoming a couple

Erika starting the Shizaya club

Izaya and Shizuo discovering the Shizaya fanbase

Both of them finding the fanfictions

Both of them trying in their own way to stop this

Both of them failing, because no one can stop fangirls

You still hear a loud ‘IZAAYYAAAAA!’ in Ikebukuro

Izaya doesn’t feel lonely anymore

They rarely watch a movie together because Izaya constantly analyzes the characters and predicts the end

It is relaxing for Izaya when Shizuo tells him how his day was

Until the point where the one person comes up who forced him to use violence this day

Although Izaya thinks  that it is quite entertaining

One day, the two of them were walking around (Shizuo walking around, Izaya in his wheelchair) and some poor idiot who is new in this city makes a comment at them about gays being gross

Needless to say, the rest of the week this guy spends in the hospital

When Izaya is tired he likes to rest his head against Shizuo’s shoulder

Shizuo afraid of hurting Izaya with his inhumane strength

Shizuo being very gentle when he hugs Izaya

Izaya prefers Shizuo without his sunglasses

Izaya shows only Shizuo his sweet, soft smile

[insomniacimagines]

Can you please do headcanons for tickle fights between izaya and his s/o?

I literally set everything in my ask box aside for this…

It’s too adorable… Thank you, you precious person…

Here we go~

Tickles fights with Izaya-

Yeah sorry my pal but you’re done for… Izaya is too fast…

By the time you slap his hand away he’s already tickling you somewhere else

He usually does this when he sees you stressed or he’s just flat out bored and wants attention.

You bet he knows where you’re the most sensitive to tickles…

The second you try to tickle him back, you know it’s too late… He’s not ticklish and this type of boldness deserves absolute p u n i s h m e n t 

Izaya is Satan and will only stop once you’re purple from not being able to breathe.

What’s he in it for? Your laugh. Your smile. Your squirming. And your shrieks and screams. scandalous boi is scandalous

 While you suffer you’ll hear his sneaky laughter because he knows he wins. Like he always does.

Usually ends up with soft snuggling after the war

He will be pissed if this moment with you gets interrupted since he’s always busy doing his job ruining people’s lives and messing with Shizuo.

Will not hesitate to pin you down in order to tickle you

Moral of the story? Izaya always wins and he’s absolutely the devil of tickling

I hope you liked it!

This one was really fun to write! I love h i m.

Request again soon!

~Lunar

(matchups requests still closed but I am accepting headcanons and scenarios)

[tickly-tufts]

durarara for the ask meme?

who’s the most ticklish character

izaya, hands down. he is unbelievably, humiliatingly, devastatingly ticklish.

who’s the character that most people would assume is ticklish, but actually isn’t

maybe celty? i mean someone closer to her might consider the possibility she’s ticklish, but nope. that’s one weakness this dullahan doesn’t have.

who’s the character that everyone gangs up on and tickles

iiiizaaaayaaaaaa. mairu and kururi have done this a lot, and once they’re all on better terms shinra and shizuo also gang up on him.

who’s the character that somehow knows everyone else’s tickle spots and reveals them to others

izaya is the answer to many of these questions. naturally, he’s got information on everyone, and he’ll shamelessly make use of it for his own amusement.

who’s the character with one specific tickle spot that only one other person knows about

shizuo’s the only one who knows izaya has ticklish thighs. izaya’s the only one who knows shizuo has a particular weak spot right above his ribs.

who’s the most likely to win gang tickle wars

shizuo, and not even on purpose. unless you’re celty, there’s no winning against him unless he actively lets you or you get creative.

which character has a kink for tickling

shinra does if celty’s the one tickling him

which character didn’t even know they were ticklish until another character tickled them

shizuo didn’t know until either izaya or celty tried tickling him

which two characters have tickle fights all the time

anri, mikado, and kida have playful tickle fights a lot… usually initiated by kida

[tickles-tea]

oooh don't mind if I do!! can I ask G, H, and... O with Shizuo? 👀

Omg I wasn’t expecting Shizuo to get some love for this but I am more than happy to provide~ 💕

G: Gentle | How do they react to gentle tickles?

Most of the time they’re relaxing and can help him calm down if he’s particularly grumpy or tense that day. Like if he comes home annoyed from dealing with debtors or Izaya lol gentle tickles on his shoulders and back can get rid of the lingering stank face lolol

However- he’s more sensitive to gentle tickles rather than rough tickles, so if you try it on some specific areas, he will start squirming a bit and growling out chuckles

Rambling a bit here but it can appear that he’s not ticklish a lot of the time, but prolonged gentle tickling in spots like his neck or under his arms will slowly but surely break him down until he’s fully laughing 🥰

H: Habits | As a lee/ler or both, do they have specific habits when it comes to tickling?

As a lee: Whenever he’s being tickled, he usually tries to grab on to something- the couch cushion, the sheets, his own hair- to make sure he doesn’t accidentally hurt his ler. He doesn’t squirm too crazy, but he knows that even a light knock from his elbow would hurt like a bitch so he’s careful about it! Well, if he likes his ler at least lmao then again if someone who he didn’t like was tickling him, they’d be lucky to make it out alive He’ll also let out little growls at first when he’s still trying to fight back his laughter

As a ler: I don’t know if these would be habits, per se, but I can describe some things he does! He tends to be very blunt when he’s tickling someone; making observations about their reactions or about where he’s tickling in a way that’s not even meant to be teasing but is still flustering (“This spot is pretty bad, huh?” “Ah, you jump a lot when I squeeze here”) He’s also the type to give out some pretty scary threats if you were annoying him/being a brat before he started tickling you- “Oh, you’ll die if i don’t stop? Then die laughing”

O: Online | Text messaging and social media, do they have some kind of online tickly behavior to tease their lee or ler with?

Hmmm I don’t see Shizuo as very tech-savvy so the most he’d use is text messaging, and even then he’s not super teasy with it. He’s a very face to face kind of guy, you know? But I could see him sending little ominous threats if his lee was being annoying or cheeky over text. Just something vague like [You’re really gonna get it once I’m home] and then ignoring any follow up questions afjsfdhsk

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