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|Izaya Orihara x Reader|
(Durarara!!)
Warning: Gets a little steamy, but nothing explicit.

1. Mysterious Purple

For as long as you'd known Izaya, he had never ceased to surprise you.

Sometimes he would pop in at the most random times. You remembered he once ran into you when you were grocery shopping. He claimed it was purely a coincidence, but you knew better. Other times he would disappear for days on end, only to return and regal you with tales of his information hunting, often shocking you with just much dirt he had at his disposal.

Whatever he pulled out from behind that playful smirk always kept you on your toes, but you supposed that just added to his alluringly mysterious appeal.

2. Tranquil Blue

You savored moments like these.

Rare were the fleeting moments when Shizuo and Izaya weren't causing mayhem for the city or Izaya wasn't busy throwing lives into chaos, and you loved being able to have your boyfriend all to yourself.

For once, Izaya was quiet - a sharp contrast from his usual cheerful (and honestly, quite obnoxious) persona. The two of you were curled up on his (very expensive) leather couch, enjoying the movie that was playing on the TV. Somewhere towards the end, Izaya had fallen asleep, his head resting on your shoulder with the rest of his body enveloping your smaller frame. As the ending credits began rolling, you shifted slightly to reach for the remote and turn off the TV.

Izaya stirred from his slumber at the movement, and red-brown eyes blinked at you, slowly clearing the sleepy haze. You smiled and leaned up a bit to press a quick kiss to his lips, and Izaya returned your smile with a lazy smirk of his own.

"Come on, we should head to bed." You whispered, not wanting to disturb the peaceful aura that had settled over the room. "It's getting pretty late."

Izaya hummed his agreement and once again settled his head against the crook of your neck.

You laughed softly. "Not here!" You chided gently. "I don't want to wake up with back aches."

Grumbling under his breath, Izaya reluctantly unwrapped his form from around you and the two of you headed off to his room.

You sank into the wondrously soft mattress and Izaya reclaimed his hold around you: his arms around your waist, your cheek pressed against his collarbone, and both of your legs entwined under the crisp sheets. Within moments, sleep claimed you and the quiet rustling of shifting limbs faded into a peaceful tranquility once more.

3. Possessive Green

"Izaya..."

The man steadfastly ignored your low growl, continuing to tap away at his computer and paying no heed to your increasing anger.

Even when you stood in front of his desk with your hands on your waist a scowl on your face, he didn't budge. You knew he heard you. You also knew that he could be ridiculously stubborn and could pretend to ignore you for a long time (even though you knew him well enough to know that he always heard every word you said).

"Izaya!" You repeated his name, eyebrow twitching when he finally glanced at you before going back to his... whatever it was he was typing. Huffing in exasperation, you demanded, "Would you mind explaining why [Male Name]-kun was traumatized yesterday by getting kidnapped and then nearly killed?"

"...he's still alive?"

You gaped at him, jaw opening and closing wordlessly as he cast another unimpressed glance at you.

"You mean you didn't send Celty to save him?!"

"..."

You growled again under your breath, sending a mental prayer of thanks to the gods for allowing you to have as good of a friend as Celty. Heaven knows how long she's had to deal with the stubborn mule that was your boyfriend.

You took a deep breath to calm your simmering anger. "And pray tell, Izaya," you couldn't keep the biting and sarcastic tone from your voice, "what he did to deserve an early death sentence?"

"I saw the two of you in the library."

"Your point? We were just doing some research."

"He was sitting far too close to you."

"...you realize he was on the other side of the table, right?"

"...still too close."

You rubbed your temple in an attempt to sooth your growing headache. You loved your boyfriend to bits, but he was truly an idiot when he was jealous.

You turned away from him and stalked out of the room, grumbling under your breath, "Why did I fall for such a jerk?"

You could practically feel him smirking at your back.

"Love you too, [Name]-chan!"

And despite your annoyance, you felt a reluctant smile tug at your lips. Sighing, you resolved to apologizing profusely to [Male Name]-kun on behalf of your stupid, possessive boyfriend.

Preferably without said possessive jerk finding out.

4. Sunshine Yellow

You couldn't help the happy laugh that escaped from your chest as you skipped along the paved road. Izaya trailed behind you, his own smile tugging at his lips as he watched you raise a gloved hand to catch a few of the snowflakes that had shaken free from the tree overhead. It had snowed overnight, but the frost had not yet melted even with the sun shining brightly overhead and beautiful blue sky devoid of clouds.

White coated every tree and bush, and despite the numbing coldness, you grinned happily and turned back to face your boyfriend.

"Ne, ne, Izaya!" You chirped. "Isn't snow wonderful?"

"As long as you don't slip and fall," he replied in amusement, voice taking on a teasing lilt. You felt a blush paint your cheeks as you remembered how you had slipped earlier over a slick, icy part of the sidewalk. Your dumb boyfriend hadn't bothered to catch you (you knew he had the reflexes. He was just too lazy) and your butt was still somewhat sore.

"It is rather cold though," you remarked, burrowing your nose into the scarf around your neck. "The sun isn't doing much to warm anything up."

Izaya laughed and caught your hand in his, pulling you towards himself and placing a quick peck on your rosy cheek. He tugged you towards Russia Sushi, which was right around the corner, where Simon was advertising complimentary hot chocolate. You sighed happily as you allowed yourself to be led forward, your skin still tingling from where his lips were and you reveled in the feeling of your boyfriend's hand around yours.

You decided then that that the sun shined brightest when Izaya showered you with affection, regardless of the actual weather itself.

5. Warm Orange

You were re-reading [Fav. Book] for the millionth time when you felt yourself being lifted from your position on the couch and then plopped onto a lap. You giggled lightly when Izaya's soft hair brushed against your cheek as it found a resting place on your shoulder and squirmed a bit in his arms as you readjusted yourself to fit snuggly into his embrace.

"Aren't you supposed to be working?" You questioned, sticking your bookmark securely in place before setting the book aside.

Izaya pouted slightly, and you resisted the urge to coo at his expression. "I've been working all day. I'm allowed to take breaks, aren't I?"

You perked up, "In that case, wanna head out to that new cafe around the corner? I haven't had the chance to check it out yet, but I've heard it's pretty good."

Izaya tightened his hold on you, pressing his nose into the smooth skin of your neck. "Mm, if you want to, sure. Later though. I'm quite comfortable where I am right now."

You hummed your agreement and opened up your book again, returning to its pages as you idly traced random patterns on the arm that was wrapped around your waist. This continued for a few minutes until Izaya's pout began to return as you ignored him in favor for the book. He started to press butterfly kisses against your neck to try and redirect your attention.

You squirmed slightly at the ticklish feeling and gently swatted at his head. Izaya's pout only deepened.

"[Name]-chan."

"Yes, Izaya?"

"Pay attention to me."

You couldn't help but laugh at his childish request. But you obliged him anyway, setting away your book once more. Izaya smiled triumphantly at his success in gaining your attention, gently turning you towards him and rewarding you with several kisses, each longer and deeper than the one before, warmth filling your bellies as you basked in each others presence.

6. Passionate Red

A sharp gasp was torn from your throat as Izaya nipped and suckled on the flesh of your neck, and you knew it would leave a visible mark. Your fingers tugged desperately at his dark locks, and you could feel the sly curve of his lips and the vibrations as he chuckled lowly against your skin.

Had Izaya not already pinned you to the wall—keeping you upright by pressing his lean, but still muscled, body against yours—you would have collapsed, as your legs had completely turned to jelly. He pulled away from your neck to return back to your own mouth, tearing another whimper from your lips as he kissed you with a bruising force.

Your mind was filled with a haze and you could focus on nothing except for the man in front of you. One hand was still buried in his soft tresses, and the other roamed freely, trailing over every curve and angle.

You yelped as you were suddenly hoisted up into his arms, one of your arms instinctually wrapping around his neck as his arms made its way under your knees and back. Smiling coyly, you resumed your heated kiss as he carried you towards his room, pressing yourself as close as you could in your position. Izaya practically stumbled into his bedroom, his usually graceful movements becoming clumsy with his desire.

He collapsed on the bed with you pinned under him, punctuating his kisses with muttered promises of a passionate night to come.

7. Innocent White

Izaya had never given much thought to weddings.

Sure, he'd always planned on getting married to you, for he simply could not imagine tying himself down to anyone else. But after you had joyfully agreed to his proposal, he left all the planning to you; not that you minded, of course.

However, on the actual day of the wedding, he couldn't help the anticipation in his stomach as he waited at the end of the aisle. He couldn't help feeling awestruck as you finally appeared, practically glowing with happiness and beauty. He couldn't help but feel his chest swell with too many emotions to count, and he had no idea how to release it all so he just settled with a content smirk on his face—the one you had fallen in love with oh-so-very long ago.

And when you stood in front of him, all dressed in innocent white, he ignored the priest's ramblings about vows and pledges and leaned down to kiss you, disregarding your muffled protests and the laughter of the audience, not giving a single care now that he had the one human that meant the world to him right in his arms.

-end-

Description
|Izaya Orihara x Reader|
(Durarara!!)
Warning: Gets a little steamy, but nothing explicit.

1. Mysterious Purple

For as long as you'd known Izaya, he had never ceased to surprise you.

Sometimes he would pop in at the most random times. You remembered he once ran into you when you were grocery shopping. He claimed it was purely a coincidence, but you knew better. Other times he would disappear for days on end, only to return and regal you with tales of his information hunting, often shocking you with just much dirt he had at his disposal.

Whatever he pulled out from behind that playful smirk always kept you on your toes, but you supposed that just added to his alluringly mysterious appeal.

2. Tranquil Blue

You savored moments like these.

Rare were the fleeting moments when Shizuo and Izaya weren't causing mayhem for the city or Izaya wasn't busy throwing lives into chaos, and you loved being able to have your boyfriend all to yourself.

For once, Izaya was quiet - a sharp contrast from his usual cheerful (and honestly, quite obnoxious) persona. The two of you were curled up on his (very expensive) leather couch, enjoying the movie that was playing on the TV. Somewhere towards the end, Izaya had fallen asleep, his head resting on your shoulder with the rest of his body enveloping your smaller frame. As the ending credits began rolling, you shifted slightly to reach for the remote and turn off the TV.

Izaya stirred from his slumber at the movement, and red-brown eyes blinked at you, slowly clearing the sleepy haze. You smiled and leaned up a bit to press a quick kiss to his lips, and Izaya returned your smile with a lazy smirk of his own.

"Come on, we should head to bed." You whispered, not wanting to disturb the peaceful aura that had settled over the room. "It's getting pretty late."

Izaya hummed his agreement and once again settled his head against the crook of your neck.

You laughed softly. "Not here!" You chided gently. "I don't want to wake up with back aches."

Grumbling under his breath, Izaya reluctantly unwrapped his form from around you and the two of you headed off to his room.

You sank into the wondrously soft mattress and Izaya reclaimed his hold around you: his arms around your waist, your cheek pressed against his collarbone, and both of your legs entwined under the crisp sheets. Within moments, sleep claimed you and the quiet rustling of shifting limbs faded into a peaceful tranquility once more.

3. Possessive Green

"Izaya..."

The man steadfastly ignored your low growl, continuing to tap away at his computer and paying no heed to your increasing anger.

Even when you stood in front of his desk with your hands on your waist a scowl on your face, he didn't budge. You knew he heard you. You also knew that he could be ridiculously stubborn and could pretend to ignore you for a long time (even though you knew him well enough to know that he always heard every word you said).

"Izaya!" You repeated his name, eyebrow twitching when he finally glanced at you before going back to his... whatever it was he was typing. Huffing in exasperation, you demanded, "Would you mind explaining why [Male Name]-kun was traumatized yesterday by getting kidnapped and then nearly killed?"

"...he's still alive?"

You gaped at him, jaw opening and closing wordlessly as he cast another unimpressed glance at you.

"You mean you didn't send Celty to save him?!"

"..."

You growled again under your breath, sending a mental prayer of thanks to the gods for allowing you to have as good of a friend as Celty. Heaven knows how long she's had to deal with the stubborn mule that was your boyfriend.

You took a deep breath to calm your simmering anger. "And pray tell, Izaya," you couldn't keep the biting and sarcastic tone from your voice, "what he did to deserve an early death sentence?"

"I saw the two of you in the library."

"Your point? We were just doing some research."

"He was sitting far too close to you."

"...you realize he was on the other side of the table, right?"

"...still too close."

You rubbed your temple in an attempt to sooth your growing headache. You loved your boyfriend to bits, but he was truly an idiot when he was jealous.

You turned away from him and stalked out of the room, grumbling under your breath, "Why did I fall for such a jerk?"

You could practically feel him smirking at your back.

"Love you too, [Name]-chan!"

And despite your annoyance, you felt a reluctant smile tug at your lips. Sighing, you resolved to apologizing profusely to [Male Name]-kun on behalf of your stupid, possessive boyfriend.

Preferably without said possessive jerk finding out.

4. Sunshine Yellow

You couldn't help the happy laugh that escaped from your chest as you skipped along the paved road. Izaya trailed behind you, his own smile tugging at his lips as he watched you raise a gloved hand to catch a few of the snowflakes that had shaken free from the tree overhead. It had snowed overnight, but the frost had not yet melted even with the sun shining brightly overhead and beautiful blue sky devoid of clouds.

White coated every tree and bush, and despite the numbing coldness, you grinned happily and turned back to face your boyfriend.

"Ne, ne, Izaya!" You chirped. "Isn't snow wonderful?"

"As long as you don't slip and fall," he replied in amusement, voice taking on a teasing lilt. You felt a blush paint your cheeks as you remembered how you had slipped earlier over a slick, icy part of the sidewalk. Your dumb boyfriend hadn't bothered to catch you (you knew he had the reflexes. He was just too lazy) and your butt was still somewhat sore.

"It is rather cold though," you remarked, burrowing your nose into the scarf around your neck. "The sun isn't doing much to warm anything up."

Izaya laughed and caught your hand in his, pulling you towards himself and placing a quick peck on your rosy cheek. He tugged you towards Russia Sushi, which was right around the corner, where Simon was advertising complimentary hot chocolate. You sighed happily as you allowed yourself to be led forward, your skin still tingling from where his lips were and you reveled in the feeling of your boyfriend's hand around yours.

You decided then that that the sun shined brightest when Izaya showered you with affection, regardless of the actual weather itself.

5. Warm Orange

You were re-reading [Fav. Book] for the millionth time when you felt yourself being lifted from your position on the couch and then plopped onto a lap. You giggled lightly when Izaya's soft hair brushed against your cheek as it found a resting place on your shoulder and squirmed a bit in his arms as you readjusted yourself to fit snuggly into his embrace.

"Aren't you supposed to be working?" You questioned, sticking your bookmark securely in place before setting the book aside.

Izaya pouted slightly, and you resisted the urge to coo at his expression. "I've been working all day. I'm allowed to take breaks, aren't I?"

You perked up, "In that case, wanna head out to that new cafe around the corner? I haven't had the chance to check it out yet, but I've heard it's pretty good."

Izaya tightened his hold on you, pressing his nose into the smooth skin of your neck. "Mm, if you want to, sure. Later though. I'm quite comfortable where I am right now."

You hummed your agreement and opened up your book again, returning to its pages as you idly traced random patterns on the arm that was wrapped around your waist. This continued for a few minutes until Izaya's pout began to return as you ignored him in favor for the book. He started to press butterfly kisses against your neck to try and redirect your attention.

You squirmed slightly at the ticklish feeling and gently swatted at his head. Izaya's pout only deepened.

"[Name]-chan."

"Yes, Izaya?"

"Pay attention to me."

You couldn't help but laugh at his childish request. But you obliged him anyway, setting away your book once more. Izaya smiled triumphantly at his success in gaining your attention, gently turning you towards him and rewarding you with several kisses, each longer and deeper than the one before, warmth filling your bellies as you basked in each others presence.

6. Passionate Red

A sharp gasp was torn from your throat as Izaya nipped and suckled on the flesh of your neck, and you knew it would leave a visible mark. Your fingers tugged desperately at his dark locks, and you could feel the sly curve of his lips and the vibrations as he chuckled lowly against your skin.

Had Izaya not already pinned you to the wall—keeping you upright by pressing his lean, but still muscled, body against yours—you would have collapsed, as your legs had completely turned to jelly. He pulled away from your neck to return back to your own mouth, tearing another whimper from your lips as he kissed you with a bruising force.

Your mind was filled with a haze and you could focus on nothing except for the man in front of you. One hand was still buried in his soft tresses, and the other roamed freely, trailing over every curve and angle.

You yelped as you were suddenly hoisted up into his arms, one of your arms instinctually wrapping around his neck as his arms made its way under your knees and back. Smiling coyly, you resumed your heated kiss as he carried you towards his room, pressing yourself as close as you could in your position. Izaya practically stumbled into his bedroom, his usually graceful movements becoming clumsy with his desire.

He collapsed on the bed with you pinned under him, punctuating his kisses with muttered promises of a passionate night to come.

7. Innocent White

Izaya had never given much thought to weddings.

Sure, he'd always planned on getting married to you, for he simply could not imagine tying himself down to anyone else. But after you had joyfully agreed to his proposal, he left all the planning to you; not that you minded, of course.

However, on the actual day of the wedding, he couldn't help the anticipation in his stomach as he waited at the end of the aisle. He couldn't help feeling awestruck as you finally appeared, practically glowing with happiness and beauty. He couldn't help but feel his chest swell with too many emotions to count, and he had no idea how to release it all so he just settled with a content smirk on his face—the one you had fallen in love with oh-so-very long ago.

And when you stood in front of him, all dressed in innocent white, he ignored the priest's ramblings about vows and pledges and leaned down to kiss you, disregarding your muffled protests and the laughter of the audience, not giving a single care now that he had the one human that meant the world to him right in his arms.

-end-