Status: Married to Hachimenroppi (unhealing) for three days in RP time(?).
(Independent Izaya Orihara RP blog. Don't ever be afraid to spam my ask or rp with me. ^_^)
For: anthropayaAnd anyone else who has the slightest bit of Izaya/Roppi passion.Warning: NSFW(?)
“And I forgot to mention, I took him from the back, if you wanted full detail. Anyhow, I added that part in just a few moments ago. Mun says you’re welcome.”
Izaya, you’re wonderful
please continue to take Roppi-chan from the back
praise Buddha
I bet Roppi was
For: anthropayaAnd anyone else who has the slightest bit of Izaya/Roppi passion.Warning: NSFW(?)
So the tables have turned. Roppi’s stomach twists in anxiety. Blinks as the hand trails down to his waist and is nuzzled gently at his neck. Dammit, dammit, dammit, fucking dickhead— Tries to push Izaya away at this point and does not say anything.
Tightens his grip on Roppi’s hip, but not enough to hurt. Presses a soft kiss to the side of his neck, waiting a moment before licking the spot. Nuzzles it again, then moves to lightly nibble his earlobe. Getting too much enjoyment out of this, even though Izaya doesn’t like how intimate it feels.
Stifles a chuckle. Goes back to standing position to put his elbows on Izaya’s shoulders as his arms wrap around his neck. “So you’re saying this forced marriage was taken place so you could piss me off? You’re gross.” Listens to the hum and the following words. “Tch, wonder-fucking-ful.” Sarcasm.
Roppi’s thoughts: I want to vomit.
Hands travel to Roppi’s waist, almost automatically — definitely in an attempt to spite his clone. “Gross, huh?” Sighs, tilting his head. ”I wasn’t expecting any less of you, darling waifu.” Smirks a little, moving to lightly nuzzle his neck. ”At least my plan is working~.”
“Oh?” Looks up in a somewhat half-surprised, half-mocking facial expression. “Would Husband rather have me own a vagina and whatever women have instead?”
Roppi’s thoughts: This gay fucking Eskimo son of a bitch.
Slightly amused; slightly annoyed. Raises an eyebrow, answers honestly. “I couldn’t care less about your anatomy. As long as I can piss you off, I’m fine with whatever genitalia tags along.” Hums a little. “But it’s true that I couldn’t be as rough with a girl…”
Because I’m not very significant that’s why. This is very, dammit, what is English at moments like these. I would never expect any less from Orihara Izaya, though. So this guy must have some good memory. Small laugh. “Right, right. Uh, back to what you were saying. I um was just passing by and and, was wondering if I could uh get some of your personal opinions on a topic?”
Listens patiently, hands folded in his lap.
“Hm, I suppose it depends on the topic itself, but please go on. Oh — sorry, would you like to take a seat?” Gestures to the sofa that sits off to the side.
(Source: anthropaya)
“Well you see…” stalks closer and grabs Izaya’s hand to admire the piece of jewellery. “It’s a very cute ring you have.” Sinks his head to give a gentle bite at one of Izaya’s finger ligaments. His tongue darts out and trails down and stops when his muscle touches the edge of the ring. “You know, in western cultures nowadays, the husband listens to the wife.”
Watches carefully. “Cute isn’t a word I’ve heard used to describe them before, but if you say so.” Smiles offhandedly at the comment. “I don’t think wives in western cultures have dicks, waifu, but you’re very, ah…” Flexes the tasted digit. “… persuasive.”
“And if you say no, then…” Pauses to think. “Looks like you’re going to have to deal with only one ring on your body. Don’t worry, I’ll let you pick which hand you want to keep a ring on. As for the other— My, all I have are some cuts on my hand. Surely it’d be a nice change to add something here and there, hn? Go die.”
Not very intimidated. “But Roppi-chan, what are you going to do if I don’t hand it over willingly? I’m too young to die.”
