Oops that published
Didn’t mean Jew Dan either I meant more than you could know
I’m sorry I am so tired oh god
I love you more than Jew Dan describe
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I like Kasuka. <3 I should read the light novels, but from the anime, I like how he’s very cool headed and a good contrast to Shizuo’s hot temper. he makes a very good brother for him that way and balances him out. and he’s really cute when he eats pudding.
I adore Namie so much, especially her obvious distaste for Izaya, yet how she doesn’t poison him or anything. and she’s a very powerful and intelligent woman; it’s just a shame Izaya has her caged. but she’s very capable and Izaya knows that. she and Izaya make a terrifying team together…
Shizuo ate that apple in a way that was completely not normal, Izaya thought furiously. Slender arms were crossed over the black and red of his uniform and, had his braces not just been tightened, he would have ground his teeth together in irritation.
As he sat in his own desk, Shizuo sat in the one in front. Legs were crossed as he sat sideways in the seat to allow long limbs into the aisle way. An arm dangled over the back of the seat as the other elbow rested on the desk, hand holding the apple and biting in it slowly, sensually. Izaya could hear the crunch and see the juice glistening as Shizuo moved it away.
His teeth were annoyingly perfect, Izaya continued to muse, so annoyingly perfect that he didn’t need braces like the Orihara who, apparently, had an underbite that needed to be fixed. It wouldn’t be too long, the dentist promised, but having to have them in itself was already for far too long. Apples were one of the things he had been instructed that he couldn’t eat. Luckily, he never cared for them, but watching Shizuo eat one infuriated him.
“Must be awful,” the blond said, “to not have perfect teeth…”
“Shut up, Shizu-chan.”
Izaya’s back was straight, posture perfect, as he glared at him. Shizuo’s words hardly reached him, but ‘shut up’ was always an appropriate response when the blond in blue wore that arrogant, sure expression. Red eyes watched how lips kissed the red skin of the apple, how white teeth sunk into the fruit.
And he couldn’t help wishing that those lips were kissing his skin, those teeth biting on him. Tongue licking the crook of his neck and behind his ear, biting on the shell, making him weak at the knees and coaxing breath moans as his body arched to meet Shizuo’s. He wanted his hands to grasp at Shizuo’s hair and pull him closer, desperate for a kiss, but didn’t want to stop his mouth from marking his body, leaving bites as red as the apple.
“Shut up, Shizu-chan.”
“Ah.” Standing up, Shizuo easily threw the core of the apple into the trash can and turned back to the raven. He was smirking with hands in his pockets, and suddenly Izaya realized that his usual response, apparently, revealed that he hadn’t been listening. “I was asking if you wanted to visit the janitor’s closet before class, but…”
“…I mean what I said.”
Izaya followed suit immediately, rising to his feet and giving a smirk, ignoring the pain in his teeth as he pulled Shizuo down by his collar and pressing a kiss to him.
“Shut up, Shizu-chan. And let’s go.”
“I hate you, you old sack of farts!”
Kakuzu always answered Hidan’s professions of hate with two words, an acknowledgment, indicating that he knew. Other than that, he remained calm and said very little, not wanting to feed onto the fury the Jashinist had succumbed to.
He would dodge the swings of Hidan’s scythe coolly and without once raising his eyes from the bingo book, hold out a hand and catch the wooden handle just as the metal was centimeters from his knife.
But sometimes Hidan would be quiet and glare at him, look at him with a softened anger because affection clouded him and Hidan didn’t want to admit it, so he refused to allow himself to fall into it. But Kakuzu understood the way he was staring at him and why he looked away so suddenly, no words, just a scoff, and smirked.
I love you.
“How does this look?”
“Beautiful, on you.”
“It brings out the blue of your eyes.”
“How about this?”
“Wonderful for your figure.”
Sai’s commentary sent Ino waltzing back into the fitting room with a smile every time, the girl chirping that she definitely made the right choice in bringing Sai along with her to go shopping. But what she didn’t know was that he held a book behind his back every time she came out, one that Naruto claimed would help him with girls, having the words he read imprinted in his brain.
Keep her happy, and you will stay alive.
He had always been interested in the principle of survival of the fittest, finding those books the most interesting of the ones in the library, remembering a particular line…
In the presence of a dangerous beast, the prey-to-be will employ any strategy to ensure survival…
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“It’s only our underwear!”
Kasuka gave a strangled sigh, remembering how difficult it was to sign underwear with a marker. The male’s frame trembled at the thought—at least they were clean—but figured that it was a small price to pay for what he had been offered in return. Mairu and Kururi ensured they would be able to have his brother and Izaya get together, an impossible seeming feat that Kasuka believed them only because of their Orihara surname.
They added that they would need a garden hose, handcuffs, duct tape, cookies, ootoro, and silk sheets, all of which Kasuka provided with absolutely no question (the handcuffs and duct tape had him hoping that was for Izaya and not his brother.)
But a week later, he was in Ikebukuro and it was peaceful. That, in itself, prompted the younger Heiwajima to walk around and seek out his brother and nemesis. They would always be fighting when he visited, a whole load of unresolved sexual tension in the air that Kasuka hoped wasn’t taking too much of a toll on his brother.
Walking by an alley, a low murmur of voices and a snapped ‘Izaya!’ had Kasuka stilling. He retraced his steps to hide and peered around the corner. Shizuo was pulling Izaya up by the front of his shirt and there was an annoying smirk on his lips, looking as confident as ever. But it was the way Shizuo leaned down suddenly and kissed him that had even Kasuka surprised, yet a small smile gathered the corners of his mouth upwards and he gave a small laugh.
It’s about time, Shizuo-nii.
He didn’t wonder about the imprint of handcuffs he saw on Izaya’s wrists.
oh my god I was going to go pee and get ready for bed but screw that. hello hello and thank you for brightening my night!
for Izaya, I think that he’d be annoyed if someone else started concentrating on Shizuo. in the anime, when the reporter asked Izaya about Shizuo, he just answered that he was the only one that had to know about him, right? I think, since Shizuo’s the only one that he can’t “predict,” Izaya takes a special interest in him (obviously, hence the “Shizuo complex.”) so if there was someone else that began to research Shizuo in depth, I imagine Izaya would get rather possessive, his “I’m the only one that has to know about him” and “I’m his enemy/he’s my enemy” would kick into overdrive. same if Shizuo showed that passionate hatred towards anyone else. I don’t know what Izaya’s reaction to Shizuo ignoring him for Vorona was, though, so my idea might be wrong. but out of the two, I definitely think Izaya would show more possessive/jealous tendencies.
I think Shizuo’s more complacent. he could probably care less if Izaya didn’t focus on him, haha. after all, Izaya’s just made his life exceedingly difficult. but if Izaya was seriously harmed or killed by another, I’m not sure if Shizuo would be glad that he’s dead or if he’d be annoyed he wasn’t the one to kill him. former, probably, as Shizuo hates violence. Izaya’s the obsessive one. Shizuo borders more on normalcy. he doesn’t show that same possessiveness that Izaya does and it hasn’t been stated so clearly he has an Izaya complex, although I do think he has one.
wow i have a great combination of traits for being a human
For some odd reason, he never had felt comfortablewith his appearance; even if he knew he wasn’t exactly unattractive or something like that. Always wearing long sleeved shirts, jackets, pants… It was somewhat uncomfortable to be almost naked in front of someone else like this, but since it was Tsukishima, Hachimenroppi tried his best to suppress that feeling. He didn’t want him to see his scars, but he knew that sooner or later, Tsukishima would see them anyway. Instead, he tried to focus on the sweet and soft kisses that the blond shared with him. Tsukishima wouldn’t kiss him in another way, hard kisses just weren’t the blond’s thing and he was okay with that. He liked the tenderness with which the other had always treated him.
Once Tsukishima pulled back and broke the kiss, the raven looked at him and noticed he was still fully clothed. Hachimenroppi found himself furrowing his eyebrows slightly at that, and, without thinking too much, he raised one of his hands and started to unbutton the blond’s vest and white shirt slowly.
He let out a breath when he felt Tsukishima’s hand pressing his arousal in an almost unsure manner, and then slipped his fingers beneath the hem of his boxers. The raven swallowed and looked up, meeting the other’s gaze. “What is it?” he questioned after the blond called his name.
He had seen hints of scars on rare occasions and would be lying if he said he never thought about them. The knowledge that Hachimenroppi harmed himself was something Tsukishima knew, as he had been told during their online conversations, but he had never seen the scars. But now that the raven was beneath him and unclothed, he could see the raised skin of scars, the pink, white, and red; varying shades, some a relief, some a sickening realization. Without thinking, Tsukishima pressed his lips to them tenderly, knew there would be more once he pulled off Hachimenroppi’s boxers.
They were a startling contrast against his white skin and there was a soft confidence in the way Tsukishima kissed him. He wanted to say that he didn’t see him any other way after seeing his scars, but somehow those words lodged in his throat and he hoped the sweet kisses conveyed the message instead. Fingers gave Hachimenroppi’s arousal a stroke, offering a demure smile.
“Roppi-san,” he repeated, swallowing as he kissed him again, cheeks holding a soft tinge of pink. “I… think you’re beautiful.”
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pairing: neji x tenten
word count: 2,094
summary: au;; in which tenten decides neji's coffee addiction must be
curved and has something else to remedy morning irritations.
[warning: r18. smut.]
The moment Neji awoke, Tenten flung her arm across his chest, clung onto him and buried her face in the crook of his neck. The Hyuuga would have given a surprised jolt if his girlfriend hadn’t been holding him down. He wondered how long she had been awake; usually it was he that woke up early, save the occasions her job called her to work earlier than him. But, he thought, those times were few; as a CEO, Neji found himself slipping out of bed sooner and into later than Tenten, whose job as an architect was more relaxing. Most of the time.
“Tenten…” he groaned, raised a hand to try to tug hers away. But, like claws, her nails sunk into his skin and he flinched in pain. “Tenten, let me go. I need to get up and…”
“You, Hyuuga Neji, have a coffee addiction.”