#ticklish!shizuo

[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!” 

[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 

[achannn4221]

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…”

[my-juicy-fantasies]

😍😚🤩😚😍

Troll Shizaya <3

[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 ~

[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

[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

[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.” 

[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

[drx3-imagines]

How would Shizuo and Izaya react if there S/O started a tickle fight with them?

Hey! This was v cute to imagine, I’m also v ticklish as is my fiance sooo when we’re very childish when it comes to tickling huehue (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و

Shizuo

- I mean let’s be honest he probably won’tnotice you’re doing it to begin with

- Especiallyif you come up from behind and start tickling his sides, curious as to whetherhe is ticklish

- After abit he’d look down and over with a confused look like “what the heck youdoing girl”

- Youaccidentally figure out that he does have areas he gets ticklish with

- Like he’slying on the sofa with his feet up and you slyly flick your fingers across thearch of his foot

- Heimmediately jerks his leg up with a muffled noise of surprise

- And thenlooks at you with a half-annoyed, half-pleading face as you smile wickedly beforegrabbing his foot and going into a savage tickle attack across the pad of hisfoot

- He reallywants to kick out at you but is restraining himself so as not to hurt you so isreduced to just jerking his legs out and grabbing a sofa cushion to growl into

- Anothertime when you’re cuddling you go to whisper into his ear and he does a smallshudder at the feeling of your breath

- You thenspend the next few moments blowing at his ears to see his reactions

- Hisearlobes are definitely more sensitive though in a way that if you nuzzle andnibble at them he would most definitely be in the mood

- IF YA KNOWWHAT I’M SAYIN

Izaya

- Incontrast to Shizuo, Izaya is MOST DEFINITELY TICKLISH

- Like, halfthe time spent with you is trying to avoid your wandering hands

- The worstareas for him are his abdomen, neck and the back of his knees

- Whenyou’re feeling in a playful mood, and he’s busy working, you will mostdefinitely attack him from behind

- Especiallywhen he’s in his big chair at his desk, and suddenly BAM! His sides are beingravaged by your fingers

- Cuesqueals of protest as the normally composed info broker contorts around thechair, arms flailing at you in an effort to get you to cease this cowardlyattack

- This canlead to some amusing play wrestling onto the floor

- Especiallywhen Namie comes in for work and sees the two of you squealing at each other asyou try to tickle him more

- She’s like“oh ok they’re doing this again”

- Whenyou’re alone in the evenings, your attack is more a seductive tactic than play

- You lovethe look of his flushed face, and he will most likely refuse to look at you dueto the embarrassment of revealing such a weak side of him

- Of course,your tickling is more caressing across his body, as you enjoy the rare momentsof domination he allows you.

- Mel

[lovelynim]

Yes, it should be the best. Izaya had clearly had his share of alcohol for the night, besides, they still needed to get back home and Shizuo could already imagine how much of a headache it would be.

“Come on, stop acting like a toddler,” Shizuo muttered, gently yet firmly, reaching for Izaya’s hands again.The blonde was greeted by an annoyed look from Izaya, who was pouting as he couldn’t get the cup to his mouth.

“Let go, Shizu- hic Shizu-chan,” the ravenhead whined, trying to shake the other man’s hands off his, but it was to no avail. Shizuo snatched the cup from his hands and placed it down on the table while, with ease, kept a firm grip around Izaya’s hands. 

“Not so soon, flea, let’s go h-”

“You… dumb monster,” Izaya hissed, pressing his eyes close as he tried to lean away from Shizuo. The debt collector could already feel the looks full of judgment from the people around them, which only made him grow a little more impatient.

Wrapping one hand around Izaya’s body, he tried to get a hold on his body and pick him up. However, an embarrassing squeal left Izaya's lips, picking up his interest. “What? Did it hurt?”

“Stupid… Shizu-chan,” Izaya lazily said, trying to land a punch on Shizuo’s chest, “don’t- hic tickle me, stupid.”

“Well,” Shizuo grinned, keeping his grip on Izaya’s side, while using his other hand to keep one of Izaya’s arms wrapped around his neck, “then you should get up, flea,” he cooed, poking and pinching the man’s side.

“Shihizu-chan!” Izaya giggled, leaning more into Shizuo’s body as he tried to lean away from the tickling while using his free hand to defend himself, “ahaha- hic no tihihickling!”

Despite his protests and pleas, Shizuo simply continued. Prodding and tweaking his fingers at Izaya’s sides, waist and even lower ribs. “You know, it’s almost too easy for me… are you sure you don’t want to go home, hm?”

At that point, however, it wasn’t like Izaya could do more than stutter a few words, his body trembling as he melted into a puddle of laughter, leaning his head into Shizuo’s shoulder as he tried to protect himself. “S-Shizu-chahahan! N-no- hic mohohore!”

“Tsc, so stubborn, flea, guess I’ll-”

“caham, gentlemen,” a third voice broke in, capturing both men’s attention. “Could you do this somewhere more private? Or, at least, turn it down?” The bartender scolded, crossing his arms as he looked at the couple.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Shizu-chan always gets a little touchy when he drinks,” Izaya apologized, quickly pushing Shizuo back to his seat.

Wait a second-

“Are you sober?!”

“What?” Izaya giggled, “you didn’t expect me to get drunk after just a couple of drinks, did you, Shizu-chan?”

“Flea…” Shizuo clenched his hand into a fist, greeting his teeth. Then all that scene from earlier…

“But it was pretty cute to see you worried about me, I didn’t expect Shizu-chan to be so caring,” Izaya commented, pouring another drink and raising his cup in the air, cheering by himself, “to our caring Shizu-chan,” he smiled, chugging down the drink. “Silly Shizu-chan ~”

A/N: I hope my lack of experience with alcohol didn't mess up the prompt, heh. I'm glad you guys voted for the option I was rooting for because this was so fun to write!

As always, I hope you guys liked the result, ehe ~

First things first- congratulations on reaching 400 followers!! I’m so happy for you! 🎉💕

I’ve been meaning to send this in since I saw the post but I’ve been so busy orz if you’re still taking prompts, may I request some Shizaya? I’m so starved for content I’d take anything with them really adhsjksj but I think something with one of them being drunk or a little too tipsy would be interesting ~ whatever you wanna do though! I just love Them™️ :,)

Eheheh, thank youu ~

Omg this is actually such a fun prompt, because we can literally go down either with them huehuehue. Hope you enjoy this, dear, and let's hope the public make a wise choice once again!

Shizuo looked to the man sitting next to him with the corner of his eyes. The sight was so interesting that he forgot his own drink, simply holding it still a few inches from his lips, as if he had become a statue.

Izaya, the known information broker, chugging one bottle after the other, nearly comically falling off his seat as he turned his head back to make sure every little drop of alcohol fell into his mouth. Since when the flea was this much of a drinker?

The blonde sighed, shaking his head in disapproval as he decided it would be best to just let him be and mind his own businesses. Finally sipping from his cup, Shizuo frowned when he noticed the beer had already become warm. 

“You need to… learn how to enjoy those, Shi-zu-chan.”

The debt collector turned his head to the side as Izaya’s voice reached his ears, his words were lazily spoken, almost dragged out of his lips. His cheeks, ears and neck tainted with a shameless shade of red. He was wasted, Shizuo thought.

However, after taking a second look at him, Shizuo felt that something was off or, rather, missing. Almost sure it was because of the drinks he had, but Izaya didn’t seem as quick-witted as he usually was, neither sassy, mouthy, teasy and… not as annoying. Shizuo raised an eyebrow, curious about this new side of the flea.

“Huh,” he chuckled, placing his cup down, “maybe you should learn the time to stop, flea,” he said in mockery, testing out some of his theories.

“Meanie,” Izaya whined, pouting as he rested his head on his hands, trying to sound mad, “you should… be nice to me, you know?”

The blonde couldn’t hold back his grin at that answer. The alcohol really had the best of Izaya and, now, all that was left was that mess of a man sitting next to him.

“Aight, aight, I apologize, but you should really call it a day,” Shizuo chuckled softly, placing his hand over Izaya’s and stopping him from taking the cup to his lips. “You’ll have a hangover tomorrow at this rate,” he tried to reason as if Izaya wasn’t already completely wasted.

But, to his surprise, Izaya didn’t say anything this time, just turned his eyes to him, giving Shizuo an angry look as he pouted. “I don’t… hic care, you… dumb Shizu-chan,” he muttered, weakly - and awfully slowly - jerking his hand away from the blonde’s grip and taking the cup to his mouth.

As much as he found it quite cute, truth to be told, Shizuo sighed as he felt some sense of responsibility over that scene. It was his idea that he and Izaya went out for a few drinks, but he didn’t expect things to turn out like that. Izaya did seem to be enjoying himself and, maybe, he was just starting to be a little overprotective.

[paronomasianist-archive]

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…for you guys@fawking-izaya @ paronomasianist (��) Shizuo was anything,…

honestly idk what to say except that drabble was just one of the brest things i have read t???

Shizuo did it so often Iza wondered if he was trying to read his mind. The feline was sure that’s what he was doing it for. How else could he guess he was hungry? Or if he wanted a kiss

okay like this is so legit//../ i think just period that the often shizou does this maybe its like because he wants to be closer to iza an i just admire how iza thinks so much into it and it feels like he thinks so highly of shizuo period because come on?? like its both ways and shizuo does it because its like a feline thing too to convey affection and he just wants iza to feel it and i don’t evne ?

As Shizuo was, he was not a man of many words, opting to explain things through actions and with Iza’s complaint and seeing the flick of the feline’s tail he could already tell that Iza was getting irritable. As if to compensate, Shizuo grabbed the soft of Iza’s back thighs and stood up. An instant reaction from Iza was he had wrapped his arms around Shizuo’s neck, as if he didn’t trust that Shizuo wouldn’t hold him correctly. 

i relly love your description here, its funny and brings so heavy a feelng of affection too and how they just move together so easily? but then tht last line i dont even know, because i can look super deep into it and just say some bs about how iza feels this way ebcAUSE METAPHORS TRUST IN PEOPLE IN HIS LIFE but it just shows that they are kind of still working togther as a couple and they have things to work on

  i feel like i rubbed off on you in the line of “soft of iza’s back thighs” because i write “the soft of--” or “the sharp curve of” and idk, but i just love that little description period because it even indicates maybe how gentle shizuo holds iza or just why shizuo would love to slide HIS HANDS OVER THAT SOFT THIGH and maybewhy hes so ticklish there 

Iza looked at the ceiling, he swore Shizuo was so tall that if he was on top of the blond’s shoulders he would be able to touch the ceiling. The actions were easy enough to read, and vaguely seeing where they were going- thankfully not the bathroom to be dumped in the bathtub again-

iza admies such things about shizou that shizou doens’t even care about but to iza its like wonderment and how simple iza is. and then, theres’ the trust

 because yeap, most times shizuo has iza in his hands like this where do they go?

the bathroom

 the routines they have are so funny and sad but --

Seeing Shizuo lay down and take a cube of ice out of the cup, Iza moved closer to him and just seeing Shizuo place the cup down on the night stand he wanted to knock it off. Until now, Iza always did wonder why Shizuo never had anything that could be pushed off the side on tables or the counter. He was probably the reason why.

again their routines? like im so sure iza has knocked over so many things and shizuo just has gotten into this use of “meh not there iza can toss it” and its so funny? i think its great how you always incoprtate iza’s feline characteristics in a way no one else has? i really dont even know, most anime/manga just ave nekos as sexual kawaii creatures but iza is like a legit cat, but whose a human and understands how to be human but still embraces his feline side regardless of his past and its inspring as a chracter because its like?  nothing holds him back sure he suffers from the past and has moments where hes THERE again and is scared, but iza has come so far from his childhood and the views peple see to him its just pure character development in such a great way. sometimes makes me cry but i mean, what belived character hasnt lmao

“Yeah! It should. If it doesn’t them I’m going to die!” Iza said in a dramatic display of throwing his shirt off to a random corner of the room. Shizuo watched the shirt fly off.

hes so over dramatic, a pure moment of just comedic drama from how iza is when hes with someone whose not intimidating or whatever

honestly i was gonna just sit and rant about everything in this but i think i just picked some of my favorite lines because the whole thing is just intimaticy and humor and how shizuo and iza are, and you captured the way I perceive shizuo so perfectly i think everything tht you can take my place and rp shizuo on this blog. i would write more but i literally wrote so much i cant even feel my pinky anymore or my ring finger r i p

[nyanzaya]

Iza didn't mind getting kissed, one twice then a third time that leaned more towards a passion but Iza was too tired to actually acknowledge the whole thing. With Shizuo's hand on his cheek Iza moved to press his face onto his hand for a moment and feeling his thumb rub against his bottom lip, Iza felt like biting him getting annoyed. All he wants to do is sleep. 

Iza's eyes were still closed since he was still trying to sleep but feeling Shizuo's hand on his thigh and how his fingers almost teased, his ears quiver and his brows furrow. Hearing Shizuo speak his words in a soft growl, Iza thumped his tail. Iza mixed a purr and a growl together, and moved his leg. He didn't want to laugh he wanted to sleep, as much as that has been indicated. Perhaps Iza did feel a little grumpy, "Uhhm..I dunno...something more simply than salmon maybe." He said sleepily. 

Did he ever tell Shizuo his thighs were ticklish? Now he felt rude for moving his leg again when all Shizuo was doing was touching his thigh, "Shizu-chan." Iza spoke, moving his hand to try and find Shizuo's face without opening his eyes, feeling a bit too lazy about opening them. His hand landed on Shizuo's chest, "Where... where is your face?" He asked and searched his hand going up and found Shizuo's neck. Iza was being gentle with his touch and finally, he found his hand on Shizuo's cheek, "I love you but my thighs are ticklish so I hate them." Once that was said his hand slid down Shizuo's face and on his chest again.

"Salmon is simple." Shizuo mumbled, nearly complaining with the way his mouth turned down. It's not annoyance but he's starting to grin again. Iza really was the cutest, even when he was sleepy. It's not offending him at all, it was fine for Iza to want more sleep and to be alone despite the promise of a slow day. Shizuo blinks slowly at the other; cheek burning with the feline's touch. But once Iza spoke up again, Shizuo scowled and looked down at the feline's thighs.

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."

Iza would agree salmon was simple, but he was thinking in even more simpler terms like scrambled eggs. He doesn't see the way Shizuo looks at his thighs since the feline was still trying to sleep. Maybe he would just have to get up and move to the living room and lay on the couch instead or maybe lay under the kokatsu to stay warm while he waited for Shizuo. 

An ear flicked and he hummed hearing his name. Hearing his continued words Iza got confused, he knew his thighs were amazing, why wouldn't they be amazing? Maybe that was just his ego talking. Feeling Shizuo grab and hold his leg, one hand on his knee and the other on the foot of his heel Iza turned to lay on his back. With a kiss pressed onto his knee Iza giggled out Shizuo's nickname cutely. Iza's eyes were still closed and then he felt his leg on Shizuo's shoulder. Hearing Shizuo speak again he opened his eyes and looked at Shizuo. He gave a soft smile, of course he knew saying something like that would piss him off.

Easily, Iza lifted his other leg and put it on Shizuo's other shoulder, "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.

Shizuo's breathe hitches on this odd way; and he feels like he was punched in the stomach. It's not something bad, nor urging more anger. In fact, his anger diminishes to a empty feeling of near glee and his mouth spreads into a grin. "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 alot." 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 a ice cream shaped like a flower. All sweet and smooth and you taste good, but you're good too 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.

Iza heard the way Shizuo's breath hitched, but the expression on his face changed and Iza was sure he wasn't angry anymore. Hearing his words, Iza felt embarrassed and laughed it off, "Nyaa~ Shizu-chan are you a masochist? You are so strong I don't think I could hurt you at all." He said although he left out the fact he could leave scratch marks on Shizuo almost easily even if they didn't break the skin, leaving red marks was just enough for Iza. Honestly Iza left that part out on purpose wanting to hear Shizuo say it instead. Iza watched how Shizuo nearly kissed the same spot he had a few moments ago and feeling the small amount of air pass when Shizuo inhaled Iza was trying not to laugh. 

Seeing Shizuo blink slowly a few times, Iza did the same thing back. He felt so loved and content. It made him feel good. With Shizuo words Iza stretched and arched his back for a moment before resting again, "Does that mean you want me to give you a lap-dance Shizu-chan? Nyaa~ Wouldn't you get angry if I tease you too much?" Iza jested, remembering that sometimes if he teased too much Shizuo would get irritable. Iza brought his hands to his chest, curling his hands into a fist to almost resemble paws. "I like you a lot too. Like a lot a lot." He couldn't help but reply, it was too true. 

With Shizuo placing his hands on the bed and making a face Iza listened to his words. "I'm like ice cream shaped like a flower?" Iza hadn't heard that one before and it implied so much. Everything Shizuo said plus the fact ice cream was cold and a flower was fragile. Iza wouldn't argue against that analogy, and ignored whatever else it meant wanting to hear the good parts and not the bad. The feline smiled at Shizuo, despite how his words sounded desperate. Hearing Shizuo growl and lean in, he purred when Shizuo kissed his stomach, though it was cute and his tail flicked to one side slowly. Although, despite how cute it was Iza was trying not to laugh at the sensation of kisses pressed on his belly. 

Then with a sudden raspberry Iza laughed and covered his stomach, Shizuo really was cute and when he said his words and looked to almost hide between his thighs Iza's tail came up and wrapped around Shizuo's neck like it had last night, gently, and the tip came to Shizuo's face and brushed against his cheek, "Shizu-chan is so cute." Iza spoke fondly and affectionately, chest rising and lowering, getting air back into his system from laughing earlier.

"I know." 

            He loves the tail along his neck, makes Shizuo feel like Iza trusts him completely and the touch of the tail sent Shizuo into a swirling mess of heat and want. It was funny, how easily Shizuo could switch but instead it's a heat of needing Iza pressed against him and for the two to cuddle more than anything.

                          And it was fine.

All of this. 

             Being with Iza.... was more than fine.

Perfect?

 Shizuo gingerly lowers Iza's leg from his shoulders, after getting Iza's tail to gently let go from his neck; and moves so he's hovering over the feline more than anything. His hands come to the sides of Iza's head and he fits himself between the feline's body, and there's a softness on his face when he lowers his head slowly to kiss the other's mouth.

                  I want you...to be happy.

Shizuo thinks, and then using one hand, the other holding his upper body, he manages to grab Iza and then he's flipping over. So Iza's back crushes against his chest and their legs tangle in the most intimate of ways before he's pressing his mouth on Iza's neck and smiling widely. Like he's just won year's worth of free pudding.

 He reaches down and fondly presses against the tail with his arm, a sign of please hold me with it said more with his actions than anything else. Shizuo then grumbles, words word with his voice and vibration of his own form, "I'll make you some natto, if you like it?"