hibari's lips

anonymous asked:

hibari, xanxus and alaude being gentle with their wife please? I love your header and icon! goals!

I hope this counts as being gentle though it’s more like fluff.. >’’-Admin Lambo


Hibari

“[Name],” he called your name softly and even quieter than usually.

Slowly opening your eyes, you looked at your husband, who was looking at you with warm expression that made your stomach flutter. How much you loved him. Sitting up, you smiled when you felt his lips against yours quickly. Holding on his shirt, you didn’t want him to pull away.

“I want to show you something.” He said and straightened up, holding your hand to pull you out.

Narrowing your eyebrows, you looked at the time and frowned it wasn’t even six in the morning. “Why are you up so early?” You asked and looked back at Hibari, whose lips turned up in a small smile.

Without saying a word, he held your hand tighter as you left your bedroom and walked down the hallway. Knowing you won’t get any answers, you quietly followed your husband until you stood on top of the hill, behind your house, you eyes wide as sun slowly rose from the mountains.

“It’s beautiful,” You covered your mouth, smiling widely.

Hibari quietly watched you, fond and gentle expression on his face. Hibird flew to your shoulder and chirped before nuzzling his beak into your cheek, making you laugh. Hibari reached out for your hand and held it tightly in his. Raising it, he looked into your eyes and kissed the top of it, without looking away. His actions always spoke more and clearer than his voice and words.

Xanxus

You were rocking your hips from one side to the other, while quietly humming to the sound of music from radio. It was one of your favourite songs and you didn’t mind to turn it up, completely disregarding any weird looks you received from others. You never minded about such things.

Playing with the Queen of Hearts~” Your voice was heard in the kitchen while baking, without realizing that a pair of red eyes were now following your every move. Xanxus stood on the doorway, every worker now gone, not daring to stay any longer, knowing his temper.

But the joker ain’t the only fool, who’ll do anything for you~” You smiled and leaned over table, rising on your toes to put chocolate frosting over cupcakes.

A small smirk spread over Xanxus’ lips before he walked over to you and held you by waist. Letting out a yelp, you turned your head and smiled widely, seeing your husband.

“What are you doing?” He asked, eyeing the cupcakes before you.

“I wanted to surprise you.” You answered and turned back in front, continuing, but his hands made it harder to focus as his thumbs played with your shirt. “Xanxus…” you pouted, eyeing him from the corner of your eye.

“Hm?” he hummed and leaned down, pressing kisses on the back of your neck. A satisfied sigh left your lips, your eyes closing. “Why don’t we go back into our bedroom and leave the cupcakes for cooks to finish?” He asked, his kisses trailing down to your shoulders, his hands trailing up and down your arms before they held yours.

“But cupcakes…” You murmured and turned around, holding on his jacket.

“They can wait.”

Alaude

You understood completely that job and personal life should never get mixed together. But you couldn’t help yourself going to Alaude’s office every now and then to surprise him. Except that there was one small problem. The ‘surprise’ never worked.

You were sitting on your bed, your arms crossed and lips formed in a pout, which only grew when you heard doors open. You didn’t need to guess twice who it was. Alaude’s footsteps were quiet and almost unnoticeable if it weren’t for the fact that everything was dead silent.

He approached your side, leaned down, held a strand of your hair and raised his hand to his mouth, his ice blue eyes staring right at you. Your cheeks heated up and you averted your gaze, but he caught your chin and turned it back his way. Before you could say a word, he pressed his lips against yours. You never knew what he thought. He always made you flustered even if he intended it or not.

“You’re not playing fair…” You murmured against his lips and you could swear you saw the corner of his lips turning up.

“Come with me,” He spoke softly and held your hand, pulling you from bed.

“Where to?” You asked, but followed nonetheless.

He didn’t answer, which you expected, but still made you pout again. You didn’t look where he was leading you, so when warm and soft wind brushed against your uncovered skin, you raised your head and widened your eyes. You were standing on the terrace and stared at a table for two, candles beside a small vase full of roses, two glasses of wine and two empty plates. There was a soft melody played somewhere in the background, warming you in matter of seconds.

Looking at Alaude, you searched for answers with unspoken questions. He caught your look and smiled the only he way he did for you and you alone. He kissed top of your hands without breaking the gaze.

“You’re really not playing fair, you know?” You chuckled, but kissed him on the lips, knowing that this was his way of apologizing for not being with you as much as he wants to.

Our Cloud

Prompt: Guardian


Seated in the plush red seat across from Don Pecora, Tsuna listened to his angered rant. He kept particular attention on the overweight man’s tone and body language, but he did not have concerns over Pecora attempting to harm him. At least, not by his own hands. Tsuna didn’t miss how he was placed rather neatly in front of a large plate-glass window, his back facing the scenery displayed outside. He also knew how enraged Pecora was over his continuous refusal to integrate their Families a little more closely together. Doing so would ensure a surge in business transactions, which Pecora was lacking. But the Vongola worked alone, and the Family Alliance was mostly a truce between dozens of other Mafia Families with the Vongola—to keep in their good graces.

Pecora didn’t seem to understand the role of the Family Alliance, but that wasn’t surprising. He was incredibly stupid, especially considering why he had lured Tsuna to his mansion (with rather strict instructions that Pecora preferred he come alone). Pecora seemed a bit taken aback that Tsuna had agreed but had taken it in stride. He was seeing this as a rare opportunity to rid himself of a pest, an uncooperative rival, and probably had unattainable visions of usurping the Vongola throne for himself after the assassination was completed.

He clearly did not get what ‘most powerful Mafia Family in the world’ encompassed.

Tsuna waited calmly, discretely shifting his gaze between Pecora and the watch strapped around his wrist. Pecora did not notice his divided attention, no doubt believing this was his chance to call the Vongola Don every name under the sun before he was disposed of.

Obviously delusional.

The seconds ticked down and in the moment a bullet was meant to pass through the glass and into the back of his head, the heavy oak door flew off its hinges. Pecora halted, words dying in his throat at the figure that loomed in the doorway.

Tonfas in hand, flickering with Cloud Flames, Hibari turned a murderous stare on the petrified Pecora. Tsuna stood, stretching his arms over his head and moving aside as Hibari strode forwards. He grabbed the stammering man by his neck, bones cracking beneath his fingertips, and threw him through the broken doorway.

Pecora found himself sprawled out against blood-stained hardwood, his Mafioso prone and moving, scattered down the corridor. A gasp escaped his lips when a foot pressed down against the base of his spine with deadly pressure.

Tsuna crossed his arms over his chest, expression unimpressed. “It’s very insulting, for you to think I would be so moronic as to walk obliviously to my own death. I am not quite sure what you hoped to accomplish here, other than an impulsive grab for power and notoriety. I do not tolerate those who attempt to harm me or my family. This is your doing.”

There was a sickening crack and the man fell limp on the floor. Tsuna let out a quiet sigh and turned his chin, looking down the corridor. He did not like to kill, he despised it. But he knew it could not be helped, not when they were people like Pecora who would like nothing more to destroy him and everyone he loved.

“You didn’t kill all of them, did you?” he asked his Cloud, taking in the carnage properly for the first time.

Hibari turned to face Tsuna with a flat gaze. “What do you think?”

A quiet moan sounded from the other end of the hall, and a beaten Mafioso turned over in agony. Tsuna glanced at Hibari in amusement. “Pretty sure he got the hint after the first couple of blows.”

“Herbivores like these are imbeciles. Only a strong demonstration will teach them the full lesson,” returned Hibari. “They will be scrambling like ants to restore order to their broken hierarchy. Pecora did not get around to choosing an heir. It will be entertaining.”

“Have I ever told you how glad I am you’re on my side?”

“For now.”

There was a smirk on his lips as Hibari turned and stepped over stirring bodies, Tsuna walking beside him. Hibari had taken care of every possible threat to Tsuna’s life, all before the time the plan was meant to be executed. Tsuna knew that Hibari would never fail to protect him or the others, a barrier between them and the enemy.

Gray eyes roaming over the mission file splayed out on the glass café table, Hibari swirled the water around his glass with the straw, the ice clinking together. Ensuring that everything was in order, he closed the beige folder and slipped it into his black leather messenger bag. He shifted his stare to scan the bustling street, his ire increasing when he did not spot the two illusionists amongst an otherwise faceless crowd.

They had arranged to meet him so they could hand over their reports and finish the mission file. Hibari had finished his component of the job two hours ago, and he knew Mukuro and Chrome had already wrapped up their loose ties. They had no reasons to be late.

Hibari was just about to leave when a flash of blue caught his peripheral vision. Mukuro strode down the sidewalk, a lazy expression on his features. He caught the punch Hibari aimed at his face and said, “I’m only ten minutes late.”

“It’s disrespectful to be even a minute late,” snapped Hibari. “I should have left nine minutes ago.”

Mukuro smirked. “Am I that vexing that you would leave Chrome behind to spite me?”

Hibari stared, eyes narrowing. “What is that supposed to mean?”

It was Mukuro’s turn to become confused. He had noticed Chrome was not around when he arrived, but assumed she was either in the bathroom or ordering food from inside the restaurant. “She left before me. I couldn’t locate my portion of papers, so I had to search for them. She’s not here?”

“No. When only you arrived I thought you were delivering her report as well.”

Hibari did not feel any negative emotions from Chrome, but he was not going to rule out foul play completely. He pulled his cell phone from his pocket, dialling the girl’s number. When she did not answer, he scowled and hung up. Mukuro frowned, brow furrowed. “She’s not responding to my mental summons either.”

Activating the app that let him track other cell phones, Hibari entered Chrome’s number. Immediately a blue dot appeared, a few blocks away from where they were. Mukuro peered over his shoulder and said, “Let’s go.”

Slipping a hand beneath Hibari’s arm, Mukuro transported them to the location. When they rematerialized, they found themselves outside of an animal shelter. Children and adults were playing with the dogs and cats tied to their cages. Sitting against the building, an armful of fluffy white, black and brown kittens in her arms, was a blissful Chrome.

Mukuro stared for a moment, his tense muscles loosening with relief. “Kufufufufu. Should have known.”

Hibari strolled across the street and Chrome looked up. Her eye widened at the sight of him, suddenly realizing where she should be. “I’m sorry—”

Her apology was cut off by a quiet yip when Hibari threaded his fingers through her hair, pulling sharply and craning her neck at an uncomfortable angle. “When you’re not holding fragile baby cats, you’re getting bitten to death. Be where you’re supposed to be and if you’re taking a detour, tell someone. Why didn’t you answer your cell phone?”

“I might have forgotten to turn on the ringer,” said Chrome sheepishly.

At the glower he directed at her, Mukuro strode forwards. “Relax, Kyoya. She got a little sidetracked—”

Hibari’s other hand shot out and planted against Mukuro’s chest. “You need to stop wasting my time and learn punctuality.”

His annoyance was clear, but beneath Chrome could feel subtle concern. She tugged on his pant leg. “I’m sorry. I should have let you know where I was. But I saw all the animals and I got so excited that I completely forgot.”

“Explains why you didn’t answer my mental summons. It’s never good to let yourself get so distracted,” said Mukuro, tone holding a rebuke.

“I’m really sorry.” Hibari did not seem completely appeased (considering he still had a grip on her short ponytail) Chrome extended a black kitten. “Would you like to hold a kitty?”

The kitten pawed at Hibari’s shirt and the Cloud gathered it into his arms with little hesitation. Chrome and Mukuro exchanged a grin, which Hibari did not miss. Running his fingers through the kitten’s fur, he glared at the two illusionists. “You’re both useless.”

“We love you too,” sang Chrome.

“Take out your reports. We’re getting the paperwork done now.”

“Here?” asked Mukuro, slightly incredulous as Hibari lowered to sit on the concrete beside Chrome.

“Yes. Get your sorry backside down here.”

Chrome was sure no other Mafioso had ever completed mission reports sitting on the ground, covered with kittens. But she was also certain there was no other Mafioso who could accomplish a feat while still looking menacing and threatening like Hibari.

The alley was narrow, and mostly dark with the exception of the pinpricks of dirty yellow light flickering feebly from streetlights, the bulbs most likely haven’t been replaced in years and miraculously still functioning. Footsteps pounded against the cracked concrete, curses and shouts echoing in the night air. The sounds were promptly cut off, one by one, until the alley was once again silent.

Stepping over the bald, tattooed body in front of him, Hibari scanned the area. There were no more thugs charging at him and he continued forwards. His gray eyes were focussed on the bent, rusted steel door at the end of the alley. When he was close enough he raised his foot and it look very little effort to dislodge it from its hinges.

After the dust had settled from the impact of the door striking against a concrete floor, he found himself in the middle of an abandoned warehouse. The four thugs lounging around hollered in shock and anger, immediately charging forwards. Hibari flicked them aside like ants, not breaking his stride.

“Ha ha, I’m glad to see you.”

Hibari did not respond, gray eyes critically studying Yamamoto’s condition. He used his tonfas to break the chains holding his wrists to a half-destroyed metal shelving unit and Yamamoto flexed them to get the feeling back. There were dark red marks indicating where the chains had restrained him, and his right eye was swollen shut, black and purple. There was a cut on his upper lip, dried blood creating a trail on his chin.

“What the hell happened?” demanded Hibari.

Yamamoto stood, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, I was in my car, getting ready to go home, when there was a knock on my window. There was a guy asking for directions so I rolled it down so I could help him. Next thing I know I wake up in this warehouse.”

“You opened up your car to a disgusting herbivore like this,” snapped Hibari, angrily kicking a prone piercing-laden punk in the side.

Yamamoto shrugged. “I didn’t open my car—just put down the window. He looked he needed help. I wasn’t in a bad part of town, anyway.”

Hibari shook his head in disgust. “You let your guard down.”

“I did,” admitted Yamamoto. His tone made it clear he was displeased with his inability to handle a simple situation and Hibari knew he had no doubt been humiliated by the thugs. Yamamoto’s turned more sincere and sheepish as he said, “Thanks for coming to get me.”

“Don’t be stupid. Let’s get out of here.”

Yamamoto retrieved his katana, which had been thrown carelessly aside after his assaulters had tied him up. The two walked out of the warehouse and down the alley. Hibari caught sight of a cut on the back of Yamamoto’s neck. It was most likely caused by the shelving he was chained to and Hibari said, “Are you up to date on your tetanus shot?”

“Yeah. Why, am I bleeding somewhere?”

Hibari caught Yamamoto’s fingers as they reached back to search for the injury that had prompted his question. “No, but there it is a wound. Don’t touch it or you’ll infect it.”

“Right. Hey, did you see my car?”

“Across the street, in a parking lot. Found the keys in one of the herbivores’ pockets.”

They reached Yamamoto’s car, which was relatively unscathed. Hibari removed the keys and slid into the driver’s seat. Having no protests, Yamamoto lowered into the passenger seat. “I guess they wanted my car to use for parts or money,” he mused.

“Or they were hoping to get some money out of you,” drawled Hibari, pointedly pulling on Yamamoto’s designer shirt, the logo stitched perfectly onto the right breast. “It’s almost ten thirty. What are you doing out here so late?”

“Oh—I wanted some chips, but we didn’t have any.” Yamamoto reached behind him and removed a plastic bag, where a jumbo bag of potato chips was nestled. “Want some?”

Hibari stared at him blankly before starting the car. He inched to the exit of the parking lot, rolling down his window slightly. He nimbly plucked the chips from Yamamoto’s grasp and tossed it out into the trash bin they passed on the edge of the sidewalk. Putting the window back up he pulled onto the street, smirking at Yamamoto’s rather scandalized expression.

“You shouldn’t put garbage like that into your body, herbivore.”

There was a light drizzle, raindrops gently pelting the world below. Ryohei tugged his gray hood further over his head to block the water, eyes roaming the empty park. Hibari was a few feet away, leaning against the metal pole of a broken lamppost. They were shrouded in shadows, only detectable by those who were paying close attention to their surroundings.

There had been news reports of a sexual harasser prowling parks at night, targeting young women out for evening strolls or returning home from work. As the police were having trouble pinpointing the location of his next attack, Ryohei and Hibari were tasked by Tsuna to bring this creep down.

The always talkative boxer was quiet, his body tense and senses on high alert. Hibari knew Ryohei was thinking of the girls in their household, of how they could be just as much at risk of being assaulted. It was a possibility that disturbed Hibari as well, of course, but instead of worrying about the what-ifs, he focussed his attention on finding and eliminating the threat.

After about an hour, Ryohei finally spoke. “Are you sure this is the right park?”

“There’s five he hasn’t staked out yet,” replied Hibari. “It’s the closest to the one he committed his last assault in.”

Ryohei nodded, though his expression remained uncertain. It was another hour before a scream sounded throughout the vast space. It was abrupt, so short that it could have been easily missed if they were not listening for such a sign. Hibari’s ears immediately pinpointed the direction the cry had come from and the two were running, charging down the path and into a small section of trees and bushes.

Halfway through the thicket there was a thick, burly man, kneeling on top of a thrashing brunette female, his hand firmly covering her mouth. He was wearing a baggy hoodie and one hand was working to undo his pants.

The man’s head snapped upwards at the sound of crunching branches, but he did not get a chance to react. Ryohei launched into a flying tackle and brought the man off of the girl. The Sun expressed his disgust with the man’s utter repulsive actions with his fists and a string of curse-laden insults.

Hibari strode forwards, hooking an arm around the sobbing female’s shoulders and bringing her to her feet. Her shirt was torn and she was covered in bruises and dirt, but they had gotten there in time. She choked out words of gratitude and Hibari made a noise of acknowledgement, watching Ryohei unleash his aggression.

When the assaulter was properly bloody Hibari acted, grabbing Ryohei by the back of his sweater and hauling him up. “You made your point,” he said quietly, feeling his back heave with hard breaths.

“Yeah…yeah,” managed Ryohei, struggling to see past his furious haze. The crying of the terrified girl snapped him out of it completely and he hurried to her side, setting a hand on her shoulder in a soothing manner. “It’s okay. It’s okay. You’re okay.”

Hibari removed his cell phone and called the police, relaying their location. He took a moment to break the criminal’s arm, his screams music to his ears. The cops arrived and took the beaten and blood-soaked man into custody. The girl refused to get into the ambulance without her two rescuers, so Hibari and Ryohei found themselves waiting into the hospital waiting room at one in the morning.

When his adrenaline died down and his mind was clear, Ryohei realized that Hibari only intervened to tell him that he had done enough. He studied the Cloud, expression speculative. Eyes locked on the newspaper, aware of Ryohei’s intent gazing, Hibari spoke up. “What?”

“You hate it when someone takes your prey away from you. Why did you let me do the brunt of the damage?”

“You needed it. Fighting is a thrill, a sport, an activity, a release, therapeutic. It can be all of these at once or only one. Depends on the person, on the fight. You were tightly wound up. If you did not fight the object of your agitation, your aggression, your anger, your emotions would remain bottled up.”

Ryohei was stunned for a brief moment by Hibari’s observation. Eventually he smiled and said, “You’re an interesting character. Thanks to the extreme, Kyoya.”

Warm affection flooded through his bonds and Hibari finally looked up from the newspaper, regarding the white-haired man. “This won’t become a habit,” he warned.

“I know. I just…I couldn’t help myself. I couldn’t stop thinking about the girls, about how awful it would be if this happened to them.”

“There’s a stark difference between our girls and this one,” said Hibari, gesturing in the direction where the injured female was being treated.

“What?” asked Ryohei.

“They have me.”

“Don’t you mean us?”

“No.”

But Hibari’s lips turned upwards and Ryohei rolled his eyes good-naturedly, feeling better than he had all night.

The country roads snaked across sprawling green fields, seemingly endless. Gokudera’s tinted shades protected his pale green eyes from the afternoon rays. The car was silent and the radio would have been on if he had a desire to be bitten to death while he was driving. He shifted his gaze to the rear-view mirror, adjusting it so he could glance into the backseat. Hibari had his head leaning back, eyes closed and arms crossed over his chest.

Gokudera let his gaze linger before returning his attention to the road. The bright blue sky and emerald scenery was blurred by a scene flashing through his mind, replaying as if on a loop.

Finishing his meeting with Don Gemelli, he was walking down the corridor. He paused upon hearing loud voices around the corner, his name being mentioned. Being referred to as bastard spawn. Brief, obnoxious laughter followed and before he could confront them there was the familiar sound of metal hitting bone. Then there was quiet. He stayed rooted in place for a moment before venturing around the corner, where the two Mafioso were on the ground, unconscious, and Hibari disappearing out the door.

“That was a pretty ballsy move,” he said at last, his mind returning to the present. “One of those guys you clocked is the Don’s son.”

“You woke me up.”

Gokudera rolled his eyes. “You weren’t even sleeping. I could tell by the pattern of your breathing.”

“…I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You knew I was in the next corridor. I could have handled those jerks myself.”

“You were too slow.”

There was a solid smack to the back of his head and Gokudera nearly drove off of the road. “Are you trying to kill us?” he snapped. “What’s your problem?”

“The second you start believing such asinine remarks is the moment I bite you to death.”

His serious tone caused Gokudera to shift his gaze briefly over his shoulder. “I don’t,” he returned. “Not anymore. It was hard, when I was younger. I never properly knew my mother, and my life up until that was a lie. I didn’t know who I was.”

“You are who you choose to be. Your past does not have to define you.”

“I know that, now. But thanks.”

Hibari made a hum of acknowledgement, Gokudera’s contentment and affection humming through their bonds. It wasn’t the first time the Cloud had punished those for slandering the Storm’s heritage, and it wouldn’t be the last.

The warm spray of the shower coated his aching muscles, Lambo leaned against the shower wall for support. As much as he wanted to spend eternity underneath the water, he finally unfurled himself and turned off the tap. He stumbled out of the stall and used a towel to pat himself dry. He flinched at the pain that tore through his limbs as he pulled on his pajamas.

He had just finished a hard, intense workout, as well as a session in utilizing and perfecting his Lightning Flames. His body wasn’t used to such physical exertion and it was furious with him. Every fiber of his being was in agony.

Lambo walked sluggishly to his room across the hall, dropping almost weightlessly into his bed. Through the haze of his exhaustion, he managed to process that there was a glass of milk on his nightstand table. With a great amount of effort, he reached for it and chugged the lukewarm contents. The glass clattered back into place and his arm fell to his side, eyes falling shut.

He was half-asleep when footsteps crossed the threshold. Cracking one eye open slightly, he saw Hibari move over to the edge of his bed. His fingers smoothed through his raven curls and the soothing action caused Lambo to let his eye fall shut again. He felt the blankets jerk and shift as Hibari covered his body and then arranged his arms and legs into a more comfortable position.

“You did well, small animal,” said Hibari softly.

The words sent a sharp flare of pride through Lambo and he tried to say thanks, but his tongue would not cooperate. He soon fell asleep completely, and when he awoke the next morning with his muscles stiff and sore, there was a bottle of pain-relieving cream waiting for him.

Hibari was cold, aloof, violent, distant and indifferent. But those who knew him best, those he allowed to be an intimate part of his life, knew there was much more to him. He was reliable and there was never any doubt if he would always be able to come through. He was protective of those he considered his own and fought for them, sometimes subtly and sometimes obviously. He did not let his family think negatively about themselves and gave his advice when he believed it was needed.

He was their Cloud Guardian, the one who would always watch over them.

anonymous asked:

Don't apologize! It came out so amazingly detailed! You're doing great, my friend! *w* How about first kisses between any three characters of your choice and their s/o?

Oh my gosh, you are so awesome…thank you so much. 

Also, moment of truth…as everyone is about to realize, I am in love with who I lovingly refer to as the three psychopaths of KHR.  And yes, I do realize that I need help.

Hibari:  It was dominating and long - not as rough as you would have thought, however.  He had been using your lap as a pillow as he napped in the Reception Room.  You were reading a book with one hand, the other was petting stroking his head.  You only knew he had woken up when he grabbed your wrist.  You looked down at him to find him staring intently at your face.  “Hibari, is everything okay?”  You asked him.  He let go of your hand and reached up.  Propping himself up on one arm and pulling your head down with his other hand, he guided your lips to his.  While someone viewing the scene would never call it “intense,” you knew better.  He dominated the kiss from the start adjusted your head with his hand as he needed.  Just as suddenly, he let go of your neck and laid back down on your lip.  “Hibari?”  You asked softly, your face a fine shade of red, wondering what had come over him.  “Hn.“  As he shut his eyes and went back to sleep, you spent the rest of the time running the finger of your free hand over your lips as you smiled down at him.

Mukuro:  It was teasing and dirty.  You had been on a picnic with Mukuro in a secluded corner of the park.  You had ended up in a play wrestling competition with him and were now stuck under him.  As you looked up at him, you realized what a bad idea this was when you saw him staring down at you, smirking and eyeing your lips.  You knew what was coming and as he leaned down a little more you let your eyelids slide down.  You did not expect, however, for him to kiss your forehead.  Your eyes snapped open as he pulled back and grinned down at you.  Then he leaned close again, once more your eyes shut.  And this time he kissed the tip of your nose.  Sighing, you let him lean down to kiss you once more expecting it to be your cheek or some other place, not that that lessened your blush.  Of course this was the time Mukuro captured your bottom lip with both of his.  Gasping, your eyes shut as you enjoyed the sensation of him sucking and nibbling on your bottom lip.  The illusionist took this as an invitation, of course and your eyes flew back open as his tongue pushed over your lip.

Xanxus:  It was rough and demanding.  It had also come out of no where.  You and Xanxus had been seeing each other for a few weeks at this point and you had somehow managed to convince him to come to your place for dinner.  All the rest of the time, you had to go to the Varia Headquarters - mainly because the great and mighty Xanxus was a lazy jerk who didn’t want to do anything that he wasn’t absolutely necessary.  After bribing him with a very expensive bottle of wine though, you had managed to get him to agree to leaving his lair headquarters.  You had made an authentic Italian dinner - one that you had spent a lot of time learning how to make, and made sure to get the finest wine that you could fine (you weren’t allowed to serve the wine you had bribed him with - oh, no, Xanxus was going to have all of that one.)  As you were clearing the plates from the desert crepes you had served, your boyfriend followed you into the room.  “Oi, Trash.”  You turned around at the term of endearment only to be pushed back into the counter as Xanxus sloppily forced his lips on yours.  You stood frozen for a minute before kissing him back, both of you fighting for dominance with the kiss.  Xanxus won, obviously - since he’s a brute who kept doing things with his hands to your body which distracted you.  Deciding that you weren’t going to win, you wrapped your arms around his neck and let him lead. 

So I feel like all three of the guys would completely take their s/o by surprise with the first kiss.  While they’re not forcing themselves onto their s/o, it would definitely be their idea to kiss when it first happens  since they’re all jerks who are obsessed with control. 

yuikishirohana  asked:

XD I'll probably be spamming your ask box because of this *gestures wildly* entire blog. I'm still trying to process the fact that there is a BLOG HERE!! XD Can you write some Hibari fluff including Hibird in it?

Please do~! I’ll be looking forward to your requests~! Hahahaha~! And finally a little love for Hibird, yay~!

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You felt yourself stare at the roof when you entered Namimori in the morning. You had recently moved into town and it didn’t take long for you to be informed of all the rumors about Hibari. You had caught a glimpse of him, his hard gaze carving itself into your memories. He had immediately walked towards you, stopping in front of you and giving you a once over, giving a small “Hmph,” before walking around you, his jacket flaring out behind him.

You knew this was a death wish, but you just had to see if this man was as violent as you were told. Sure, he seemed intimidating, but not scary. So you climbed the stairs to the roof, finding the door slightly adjacent, as if someone had forgotten or didn’t care enough to leave it closed. If Hibari was up there, then it was probably the latter of the two.

Pushing the door open silently, you scanned the roof for another person, holding you breath silently in caution. Then, your eyes met with his figure, leaning against the roof’s fence. You quietly moved onto the roof, closing it correctly and moving towards his figure.

He seemed to asleep, his eyes closed and his glare softened into a child-like face. His arms were folded across his chest, his jacket used as a make shift blanket. His hair was gently waving in the breeze, making him seem far more angelic than he should for someone whose name is Namimori demon. But then, you got a glimpse of something yellow…

Wait.

Was that a…?

The little bird nestled in his hair began to chirp at you, making you press a finger to your lips. He might wake up Hibari, which was the last thing you wanted!

The little bird quieted down, but quickly stood up from his perch and flew to you, landing on your shoulder and cuddling into your neck. You giggled slightly at the feeling of his soft feathers brushing against your skin.

You quietly made your way next to Hibari, sitting next to him. You knew that if he woke up you’d be in trouble, but spending a little time up here wouldn’t be too bad, would it?

The little yellow puff ball on your shoulder flew off, landing on top of your head and nestling his body into a comfortable sleeping position. It didn’t take long for his little body to relax, the only reminder that he was there being his little breaths.

But as you sat, you were startled by Hibari’s body shifting, sending his head down until it hit your shoulder. You tensed slightly, waiting with bated breath to see if he was going to wake up. But when you confirmed that you were still safe, you gently pressed your cheek against his head, feeling yourself relax.

You missed the slight smirk that stretched Hibari’s lips.