( psy-420 )

         the informant doesn’t relent in his embrace around the larger man, even as an elbow digs into his ribs. the flashing lights from above give his gaze a rather shadowed look. the longer he remains wrapped around psy the more he sense a certain split creeping towards the frontier of his awareness. from a distance—the corner of his blurring eyes—he could make out a pair of electric-red eyes, hair as dark as ink, flesh as white as porcelain, & a grinning mouth full of somewhat sharpened teeth. his choice of wardrobe was decisively odd; a white button-down dress shirt, black vest similar to shizu-chan’s, dark pants, boots, & a vibrant red necktie; in his hand is an unmistakable pistol, more black than gray.

                             virus-138.

         even if it is just a hallucination, he’s acutely aware of virus’ looming position over his shoulder as he stares down psy. one of those porcelain-white hands covered by finger-less gloves comes to rest on his shoulder.

         oi, oi, orihara, you want to watch out for this bastard… whispers virus, that shark’s grin widening further. he’s a tricky one. you should let me kill him.  it’s by this point in time that izaya’s realising that this is not shizuo—but rather someone who looks exactly like him from behind. 

         his hands jerk away from the larger man as if he’s been burned & the informant takes a step back—his free hand jumping towards the cellphone in his coat pocket. he needed to find somewhere quiet so he could call his stupid boyfriend & try to get a hold of his spiraling sanity. digits fumble with the cellphone & he flips it open, shakily scrolling towards shizuo’s number, stabbing the green ‘call’ button relentlessly. 

         what was it about psy that had perked the interest of one of his most vicious & insane splits?

“See you tomorrow Shizuo!”

“Mm. See ya.”

Shizuo waved goodbye to Tom, the two parting ways after another day of work being hectic and complicated. The clients today gave him a huge headache, the irritation of using physical contact just to get them to pay up for their debt. Some of the clients were half-assed idiots who didn’t think they were scared of the monster of Ikebukuro. Boy were they wrong.

Shizuo sighed heavily as he began to walk on home. However, his phone rang in his pocket, causing more irritation for the blonde.

He cursed under his breath, not bothering to read the name that popped onto the screen, as he unlocked his phone and placed it against his ear.

“What the hell do you want?”

Obviously, by the tone of his voice, he wasn’t in a good mood.

Headcanon Game - A to Z (NSFW)

Hey guys! I thought I’d so something fun this weekend, so I did my best to sexualize the alphabet and turn it into a headcanon game!

So here’s how it works. You send me a character (or a few), and the corresponding letters that you want me to answer for them!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex) B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person) D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual) G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc) H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.) I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)  J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon) K = Kink (One or more of their kinks) L = Location (Favourite places to do the do) M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going) N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.) Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.) R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.) S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…) T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?) U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make) W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice) X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words) Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?) Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

I’ll have this running all weekend, so feel free to drop by!

Bipolar (via fatefuly)

( psy-420 )

            inside, the club was full of dry-ice smoke. colored lights played over the dance floor, turning it into a multicolored fairyland of blues & acid greens, hot pinks & golds. a pair of russet eyes scanned the dance floor, where slender limbs clad in scraps of silk & black leather appeared & disappeared inside the revolving columns of smoke as the humans danced. women tossed their long hair, men swung their leather-clad hips, & bare skin glittered with sweat. vitality just poured off them, waves of energy that filled him with a drunken dizziness. his lip curled. they didn’t know how lucky they were. even so, there’s a disgusted whisper from HACHIMENROPPI from the back of his subconscious. 

            those same eyes soon sweep over to the polished length of mahogany wood that made up the bar, stools placed every few feet along the outside. there were only a few people at the bar currently—a few young women & their dates, presumable regulars, &… shizu-chan??

            a giddy sort of excitement fills the informant at the prospect of being able to spend time with his secret boyfriend. even if he hated bars & clubs, the fact that shizuo would be here would make it bearable. his business with his client had finished some time ago, & now, with nothing left to do izaya rises from his seat in back & begins wiggling through the crowd towards the faux blond.

            upon reaching his destination, izaya slips his arms around him from behind, resting his chin atop those faux-blond locks, another smirk playing on his face. ‘ shi~zu~chan~ ღ ‘

While in the midst of taking another shot of his whiskey, Psy felt a pair of slender arms wrap around him, locking him into a hug. His eyebrows rose in alert and caution, deciding whether to move or not, until he heard the stranger coo a name.

Shizu-Chan?

He couldn't help but give a grunt of annoyance. The blonde reached down to feel for his gun stuck to his waist, however, he relaxed slightly. He narrowed his eyes. If he took out his gun, he would only cause a big scene and he didn't want the cops raiding this place by the second. Airi would kill him if he did anything rash now.

Psy scoffed under his breath. The blonde nudged Izaya with his elbow to his chest as a get-the-fuck-off-of-me-asshole.

"I don’t know anyone by the name of ‘Shizu-Chan’... but would you mind prying your dirty hands off of me?”

@magentario

The a couple of female waitresses were whispering and murmuring with each other. Pink lips moving like the waves as their hushed voices perked Rio’s ears. She had been cleaning a table after a sweet couple had left, holding hands together. It was their 5th anniversary and they spent their money on cheese fries and milkshake. A cool hand grabbed her arm, pulling Rio close as they whispered softly into her ear.

“Check out Mr. Hot Stuff over there..”

Wondering what all the waitresses were staring and mumbling about, all eyes laid upon a man, sitting at a booth alone. He seemed to be lost in thought, fingers interwined. He was wearing a grey turtleneck along with beige pants with a belt. His hair was blonde and glowed with the sunlight outside next to the window. He also was wearing glasses.

“Hey, why don’t you take his order? I’ll finish cleaning up here for you okay?” Waitress, Akiko, said with a grin sculpting her red lips.

Rio was not the type to chase after boys. She just didn’t have the time. Between working at the diner and going to school full time, Rio barely even had time to think.

Though, she certainly understood why all the ladies were intrigued.

The other waitresses were always trying to set her up on dates. They just didn’t understand that Rio genuinely was okay with being single. Her disinterest was misinterpreted as being shy.

But she would go along with it this time, if only to keep the poor guy from being harassed.

So, with a nod and a playful roll of her eyes, Rio passed Akiko the rag and headed for his table.

“Hi there! I’m Rio and I’ll be your server today. Can I start you off with something to drink?”

Psy raised his head up, staring up Rio for a moment. As if he was trying to observe her, he looked at her up and down silently before saying, “Just coffee will do.”

His emerald green eyes shifted away and looked out towards the glass window next to him. Psy knew the women here were talking about him. It was oh so painfully obvious. Please. There was no way he’d go out with any of them. They just weren’t worth his time.

The other waitresses just gasped, staring at Rio in disbelief. Saying stuff like ‘she’s so brave!’ and 'Rio-Chan is so cool!’.

                                 killing you SOFTLY ?

                             no. this is going to be BLOODY,                                      this is going to be BRUTAL,                                             & most of all                   

                                        THIS IS GONNA                                     HURT LIKE HELL.

I be petty as hell like this too sometimes

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