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Ohey, look who’s alive.

Well, the only reason I’m online right now is because Mother’s not home.

I failed my Driver’s Training exam (Oops.) pretty badly, and she says that I can’t go on here until I pass it. So, I’ma take the oral exam next time. It’s easier for me.

But, yeah. I’m here. And I wanna RP.

Not sure if I wanna be the twins or Izaya though…

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I GOTTA EMBRACE THE HOMESTUCK 

I GOTTA SNIFF THE HOMESTUCK 

I GOTTA LICK THE HOMESTUCK 

I GOTTA WASH THE HOMESTUCK 

I GOTTA DATE THE HOMESTUCK 

I GOTTA BE THE HOMESTUCK 

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Not much caring for messing around, Shizuo didn’t care if Shiki liked him doing the job better. Whatever kept Izaya safe and at home, he’d do in a heartbeat. So if that meant going out into foreign countries and risking his neck doing god knows what, then the brute’s philosophy was ‘bring it on’. Sooner or later, he knew, he would get tired of doing what he’s told and lash out. Presumably, it would end in Shiki’s death, though Izaya had told him not to. 

The change in Izaya’s behavior was obvious. How couldn’t he notice when the informant’s motions went from unintentional to purposeful? He couldn’t help that he was sexually pent up and immensely frustrated by it. That was probably one of the hardest parts of having to not be at home this often. He didn’t have Izaya with him to relieve a day’s worth of anger with. Maybe he just needed therapy.

The intentional roll back onto his groin was a crack in his reserve, his ability to hold back from bending Izaya over the coffee table and pounding into him so hard that the piece of furniture actually broke. He would love a good round or three of raunchy, destructive sex.

“Your ass is what’s wrong, idiot flea. Unless you wanna shell out more cash to replace furniture, stop moving it. Otherwise, by all means.”

It was a warning of sorts, one he knew Izaya wouldn’t take him up on. They needed to control their sex habits. One day, their kids were going to wake up and toddle into their room asking why half of the kitchen table was in the living room and why there was a dent in the refrigerator. Shizuo did not want to explain to his three year old children what sex was. 

Okay, maybe his mind was a bit overactive, but it could happen! 

Izaya had always been the one to play around with those he interacted with, and Shiki was no exception. In actuality, Izaya probably bothered the executive more than anyone— Besides Shizuo, of course.

Admittedly, it got boring very quickly when the blonde wasn’t around and Izaya had to stay home; In a way, he missed having free reign over Tokyo, Russia, France, you name it. Izaya had enjoyed the trips to their full extent, always running around under the cover of night to pull the strings of his precious humans in the shadows.

It had always been a game to him.

And sure, sometimes he made the wrong move and ended up with a couple of broken bones— Or worse, depending on who he pissed off at the time. But it was never something he couldn’t handle, and of course he had the best underground doctors at his disposal for those types of situations.

One of the first things that Izaya told Shizuo he couldn’t ever do if he was going to go in Izaya’s place for these trips was lash out at Shiki. Even if he didn’t manage to kill him it would automatically put everyone the two knew and cared about on the man’s ‘hit list’, as Izaya referred to it. And regardless of if the man died the responsibility to fill out that rule would be left to the next man in the ranks under Shiki.

However, Izaya knew it was just a matter of time until Shizuo got sick of being bossed around and snapped. But in the mean time, all he could do was wait anxiously during the time periods where the blonde was out of the country.

The informant was clearly amused from his perch on Shizuo’s lap, looking down at the brute with a raised eyebrow, and a defiant and challenging look in his eyes. He hummed thoughtfully, tilting his head slightly as he pursed his lips at the same time.  He knew from experience that Shizuo wasn’t kidding about him having to shell out more money for new pieces of furniture if he continued to tease him, it had happened before with his desk.

Then again… he did have a lot of money…

He smirked suddenly, wiggling in Shizuo’s hold. It was habit, really, to push his luck with the brute’s patience; And generally it was his ass paying the price the next day. But at the same time, he wanted it. Especially with Shizuo having been gone so long.

“Please, there’s nothing wrong with my ass. In fact, I think you quite like it. Ne, Shiiii-zuuuu-ohhh~?” He moaned out teasingly, rolling his rear back against Shizuo’s groin with each syllable of his name; Clearing not planning on backing down any time soon. 

In all honesty, Izaya wasn’t that worried about when their children would probably walk in on the two of them going at it on the kitchen table sometime in the future. He would definitely be the one explaining it to them, seeing as Shizuo would probably have an aneurysm at the mere concept of telling his “baby girl” about something like sexual intercourse. Izaya on the other hand, wasn’t shy about it in the slightest. However, he might just push the responsibility of “the talk” onto Shizuo when the time came— If only to watch the blonde’s reaction. 

(Source: redhazedgaze)

You’re all perverts.

Izaya will always push his luck with Shizuo. Always.

Especially if it might result in hot, raunchy, sex that results in broken furniture.