kyoya tyl

anonymous asked:

whew! finally caught the ASK BOX!!!!!!! alaude + hibari + xanxus with rebellios tomboy s.o please??


~I have my own ideas of being a tomboy so if this is not what you had in mind, Anon, I’m sorry. Special thanks to Admins Enma and Chrome for helping me out with this ask. XD~

admin adelheid


Alaude’s eyes narrowed as soon as he entered the house. It felt empty despite the servants meeting him at the door. He turned to one and asked immediately.

“Where is she?”

The servant bowed. “The mistress is out in the field, master. It seems one of the fences has broken and the cows have gotten loose.”

Alaude needed no more explanation. He ignored the disapproval he caught in his staff’s tone because he really didn’t care. He married you because you were like this. Despite knowing that you will cause him eternal aggravation.

Rushing out into the field via the back door of the mansion he immediately spotted you. His breath caught at the sight you made. Hair in a tight braid wearing a tight set of pants and a dress shirt he recognized as his. You were atop a rocking, bucking horse that you were using to physically force the hordes of cattle back into their pen with the help of four other male hands. He ignored the lump in his stomach that feared for your safety. How those beasts could have easily crushed you if you fell from your horse.

The crisis was fixed in no time and he leaned back against the mansion wall as he watched you order the men to fix the fence as soon as possible. You were about to take your horse back to the stables when you noticed him staring back at you. Your bright, open smile almost made Alaude return it. It has always fascinated him how unafraid you are with expressing your emotions.

His eyes wandered over every exposed curve your clothes were revealing and just like that his worry melted into a fiery desire and he shot glares at the nearby males who had long known better than to ogle the master’s wife when she dressed the way she did. Besides they respected her too much. She had never acted inappropriately with them.

“Don’t tell me you’re mad.” You began as you came closer to him. “They would have destroyed the other fences if we left them like that.”

“I know.”

You eyed him knowingly though. “I’m sorry I worried you.”

“I know.” He frowned at you thoughtfully for a little bit before gathering you into his arms. “It was you, wasn’t it?”

You blink in confusion even as you relished in the warmth of his embrace. “I don’t think I understand what you mean. You’ll have to elaborate, my love.”

Alaude held you tighter. “You know what I mean. You were the one who shot that commander while he was meeting with that don and made it look like he was killed by the don’s Famiglia three days ago.”

“Oh?” you still feigned innocence. “Now why would I do that?”

“You’ve noticed how that Famiglia was gaining power through the military just as much as I had. You knew what was going to happen if they had the government at their back.” Alaude replied, squeezing you tighter against him and burying his face in the crook of your neck.

You push back and held your chin up high in defiance daring him to scold you. “Are you telling me this to reprimand me, my love? I didn’t think I had to explain my motives for wanting our Family safe.”

“Of course not. I’m here to give you Giotto’s thanks, to tell you that he worries so please tell him before you do something reckless again next time,” Alaude snorted. As if he would have married you if he could have controlled you so easily. He pulled your hips close and ground his arousal against your belly, enjoying the way your lips parted and your eyes darkened in desire as he did so. “And to make love to my wife…”


He had just turned the corner when he saw you knock a man unconscious with a steel chair. His blood ran cold, however, when another one crept up on you from behind with a large knife getting ready to disembowel you.

He moved without even thinking about it.

In one swift strike he drove his tonfa right into the man’s temple breaking the man’s skull in.

Your face brightened when you saw him. “Kyouya!”

He swallowed hard and dragged you towards him in an embrace that was borderline suffocating.

It felt as though he had wandered the Land of the Dead looking for you among the scattered corpses in the hospital. You told him you were going to visit a friend in this hospital today so when he found out about the massacre being planned just for the sake of getting rid of another mobster from another Famiglia to stop him from testifying Hibari rushed over, half dreading the sight of your mangled body decorating the ceiling.

“Kyouya?” You held onto him tightly, worried at how hard he was shivering. “Are you alright?”

Instead of answering your question he held you at arm’s length and furiously looked you in the eye. “What were you thinking, woman?! Did you know what kind of people these were just now?! You should have hidden yourself!”

You scowled right back at him, trying to ignore the fact that his grip was going to leave bruises in the morning. “I can take care of myself, Kyouya. Besides I was protecting my friends. I couldn’t just leave them behind like that!”

“Why didn’t you call me?!”

“My phone broke when I drove it into someone’s skull!”

Dammit! he brought you close to hug you tight again and screamed at you mentally through gritted teeth. Goddammit it stop this! Stop worrying me to death! I love you! Do you have any idea what would happen to me if I lost you?! Can’t you think about me just once for one damned second?!

But of course he didn’t say that. Not to you. He had known how you were when he fell in love with you. Your fire and your strong heart and the fact that you didn’t cling to him every goddamn time were one of the reasons he held you precious to him. He just wished he could bring himself to be just as strong as you and tell you just how much you meant to him. But he had no words. All he could do was hope you understood him.

“Fine. I’m sorry. I’ll be more cautious next time.” You whispered in his ear as you hugged him back.

Kyouya sighed in relief. It seemed as though you did understand, after all.


Everyone in the courtyard watched you take down a man twice your own size in the blink of an eye and look down at him as though he were a bug under your heel.

“Say that again, asshole,” you dared the man currently writhing in pain at your feet. “Tell me again how I have the Boss wrapped around my cunt?”

But the man couldn’t speak. After you drove your fist into his throat, everyone who saw doubted he’d be able to speak again.

“Another one?” Squalo sighed as you turned on your heel to head back into the mansion.

“Ushishishi~ This one actually had the balls to tell her to suck it.” Belphegor replied for you from the balcony above where he was watching. It was always fun to watch you lose your patience.

“Mou, these idiots~” Lussuria shook his head in exasperation as he retreated back to the mansion alongside you.

“Pay up,” Mammon told Levi who was shaking his head in annoyance. “I knew it was going to be the big guy.”

The usual protocol for having offended their Cloud usually came with a twenty four hour stay in the med wing. Without pain meds or any kind of treatment. If they were lucky that is.

You were in too bad of a mood to really care if anyone was staring or not. And now you were filthy too. You made your way back to your rooms, anxious for a shower. As you were taking your bra off you sensed more than heard a presence coming up behind you.

In one flowing motion you throw a dagger hidden in your waistband right at the trespasser. Only for him to catch it right before it took his eye out.

“That a way to greet me?” Xanxus asked, eyeing your topless form with more than a little interest.

You couldn’t stop the smile spreading across your lips, your eyes softening at the sight of him. “Hey.”

He smirked at you and carefully placed the weapon on your dresser as he approached you. “Heard about what happened in the courtyard.”

“Just a waste of time, don’t worry about it.” You told him, giving him a peck on the lips as your arms circled around his neck. “More importantly, we weren’t expecting you back till later tonight. Did the meeting go well?”

“Hn. As well as can be expected.” He replied staring at your face, his brow furrowed, his rough hands enjoying the satiny feel of the skin on your back. “Want me to shoot his face in?”

You snorted. “And how is that going to help me? It’ll just make things worse. Besides they were just new recruits who don’t know any better.”

“You’re going soft.”

“Am not. I just beat the idiot half into the afterlife, how is that soft? Besides, Squalo’s the one who gets to decide if he’s capable enough for the Family to hold onto or dispose of, not me.”

“You’re an officer, you get a say.”

“Not with these kinds of people I don’t. It’ll only give the recruits wrong ideas. Killing people is easy, killing ideas is a whole different shit fest altogether and I’d rather not deal with that.”

Xanxus scowled at that in displeasure because you were right. It was just that it was getting harder and harder to ignore how the new recruits keep on testing their dominance over you every single damn year. It’s beginning to get to him.

“What did this one say this time?” he couldn’t help but ask. There was always a different version every year. Mammon was probably keeping a list.

You chuckled. “That I’ve got you whipped because you can’t control me and keep me where I belong instead of ordering around my betters.”

“Ahhh… Sexist pig, huh?”

“Uh hm.” And then you gave him a mischievous grin, grabbed his arm and threw him over your shoulder making him land on the bed hard.

“The FUCK?!”

But then you straddled his legs and began pulling his pants down eagerly. Soothing the dark skinned Italian’s temper as you lovingly stroked his sex with both hands, already eyeing it hungrily. “Do you mind if I get dessert before dinner…?”

Xanxus threw back his head in a lustful laugh even as your head bent between his legs. If only those fuckers knew how much you liked going down on him despite your tough attitude outside they’d be jealous as all hell. It made him smirk in pride.

And then the room filled up with nothing but his groans, cursing for more.

anonymous asked:

Scenario where Tyl! Hibari is married and finds out his wife is pregnant.

//It’s just his reaction, I hope that’s okay!//

Hibari sat quietly on the tatami mat watching Hibird as he played with Roll. It was just an average day and he was enjoying some quiet time off from the Foundation and the Vongola. It was nice and silent without the annoying bickering of the two Storm and Sun guardians blasting his ears with unfiltered noise. Even the weather was merciful today, the sun partially covered by the clouds and the air crisp and clean. Yep, a beautiful day for a man who enjoys solitude.

That is until his cell phone rang.

He glared at his phone for disturbing his peace but nevertheless picked up. On the other side was a man with a scratchy, baritone voice.

“Is this Mister…Kyoya Hibari?”

Hibari pondered who could have called him on his personal phone. Usually the only numbers he had were yours and Kusakabe’s (and the Vongola albeit it was forced on him by a very passionate Ryohei). Besides no one was foolish enough to try and wiretap the strongest guardian in Vongola.

“I am. Who is this?” Though it sounded more like a statement then a question.

“Well, this is (Name) Hibari’s obstetrician. We just finished conducting the tests and the results are positive.”

Hibari nearly dropped his phone as his eyes went wide. The two of you were trying for a baby for nearly three months now with no success. Well, until now of course.

He smirked.

The thought of you bearing his child made him immensely happy. Having raised traditionally, he always wanted a child of his own to raise and build the next generation with.

(Of course that meant his protective side was going to get even more dominate now.)

He listened carefully to the doctor but hung up early when he started to tell him what to do. It didn’t matter if he was the doctor or not no one told Hibari Kyoya what to do. Besides if he needed information he could conduct the research himself or have Kusakabe do it. The poor man.

He got up one hand in his yukata, as Roll and Hibird daintily hopped on over to him. No matter how hard he tried, the brooding cloud had parted. He couldn’t help but grin from ear to ear.

He walked out and headed for your room, only one thought in mind.

“What will we call our little carnivore?”


“ TYL!Hibari and TYL!Xaxnus fluff please? Ehehe cx ” - Anonymous

First fluff for Hibari and Xanxus~! cx 

I hope you enjoy, Cuddle Cakes~ :D

TYL!Hibari: It was the middle of the night, and you were sitting up on the roof of the Foundation base with the one and only Hibari Kyoya. You covered your face with your elbow and sneezed, trying your hardest to keep quiet while the man slept with Hibird nestled in his hair. As soon as you made that sound though, HIbird fluttered up and started chirping; Kyoya opened one eye to look at you sitting criss cross next to him, humming slightly to let you know that he was now awake. “You woke me up,” he told you, sitting up and turning to look directly at you. “Are you getting sick?” he asked you as you reached into your bag to pull out a tissue and wipe your nose. “No, I think someone’s just talking about me,” you told him, although your sinuses had been bothering you quite a lot today.

Just as you said that, another sneeze came on. You covered your mouth with the tissue and sneezed, this one a little more quieter than the last one. “It’s just allergies. I’ll take some benadryl, I’ll be fine. Just go back to sleep-,” you sneezed again, slightly louder now as your body jerked forward because of the sneeze. Your nose was slightly red and runny now. You pulled another tissue out and blew your nose, wadding the tissue up and looking around for a place to toss it away. You stood and walked over to the first one you saw, tossing the used tissue away, only to sneeze once again. “Damn it,” you cursed as you went back to your bag and got another one. 

“Are you sure you’re not getting sick?” Kyoya asked you, slightly worried for your health now as you sneezed once more. You nodded your head when you returned to his side. “I’m fine, I promise,” you told him, sitting back down and lifting your hand for Hibird to land on your index finger. Another sneeze caused him to fly off. Kyoya sighed and stood up, pulled you up to your feet and picked up your bag, wrapping his arm around your waist a moment later. “Let’s get you home. Those don’t sound like allergies to me,” he told you as he made his way towards the door that lead to the stairwell. “K-Kyoya, I’m fine. Really,” you told him, but he just hummed as a response. 

You puffed out your cheeks as you walked with him down the stairs, knowing that he wasn’t going to believe you no matter how many times you told him you were fine. With a sigh, you followed Kyoya out the front door, huddling a little closer to him as you walked back to your home. “… It is a little chilly out, though,” you told him, a shiver running down your spine and through your body. Kyoya let out a sigh and let go of you for a moment, pulled his blazer off, and wrapped it around your shoulders. “Why didn’t you say something sooner? That’s probably why you’re sick now, herbivore,” he told you, kissing your forehead as he held you close and rubbed his hand up and down on your upper arm to warm you up a little bit. You just shrugged it off, choosing to respond to the last part instead. 

“I may be a herbivore, but I’m your herbivore,” you told him, earning a slight scoff from the taller male.

TYL!Xanxus: “Here,” Xanxus said as he walked into the room with a heart shaped box of chocolates. “A Valentine’s Day gift?” you asked him, and he nodded his head. During the past ten years you had been with Xanxus, he had never gotten a gift for you that wasn’t a piece of jewelry or very expensive designer clothes. It was strange for him to be getting you gifts like this since the only time he ever did was when he did something wrong and was trying to apologize to you. Raising an eyebrow at him, you stared at hmi for a long time before he shook the box, quickly becoming irritated with you for not taking the damn gift right away. 

With a sigh, you decided to let it go just this once and not ask him if he had done anything wrong. Xanxus held the box out to you and waited for you to take it, then laid down on the bed next to you. “Thank you, Xanxus,” you told him with a smile, pulling the box open and popping one of the chocolates in your mouth. “Want one?” you offered him, but he simply shook his head as ‘no’ and closed his eyes, his hands behind his head and one knee bent upward. “Not a big fan of chocolate,” he told you in that gruff, gritty voice of his that you had come to love so much over the past ten years. 

You shrugged your shoulders and ate another piece of chocolate, reveling in the sweet taste of it. “More for me then,” you said happily. You set the box of chocolates on the bedside table on your side of the bed, and turned to look at Xanxus with a smile on your face. “So, how did the mission go?” you asked him, and he shrugged his shoulders as a response. “Boring. Nothing exciting happened; it was just another piece of trash to get rid of, as usual,” he told you, rubbing at his eyes with his palms. “I didn’t even have to enter the premises. I used a sniper rifle, got him with one bullet right between the eyes,” Xanxus said, earning a nod from you.

You set aside the phone you had been using to watch a movie on and laid down next to him, lying your head on his chest and drawing small circles on his right pectoral. The sound of his heart beating soothed you as you simply laid there with your partner of ten years. “You wanna go out tonight?” you asked him after a few minutes of silence, but he just shook his head. “No. I’m tired,” he said, and you nodded. “Okay, we’ll stay in tonight. What do you want to do?” you asked him. “Sleep,” Xanxus said and you chortled at his response. You didn’t really want to go out tonight anyway. 

Whenever Xanxus had a job to do, instead of having Squalo do it, he had you take over for him at the Varia mansion and do all the paperwork and organizing while he was gone. So you were just as exhausted as he was. “We’ll do something tomorrow, then,” you told him but he was already snoring softly. Smiling, you leaned down and kissed him gently on the cheek. 

“G'night, il mio amore.

Il mio amore = my love, in Italian.

Which Katekyo Hitman Reborn! Character Should You Fight?

Normal Tsuna: His Guardians will fuck you up in ways you can’t even dream of (if his eyes don’t make you surrender out of guilt, first.) Don’t fight Tsuna.

Hyper Dying Will Mode Tsuna: He’ll tear you a new asshole. If he doesn’t show pity and spare you. Don’t fight him. Don’t even think about it.

Reborn: He MAY look like a baby (no seriously. He’s cursed to look that way) but he’s still the world’s greatest Hitman. (Tsuna and ALL OF HIS GUARDIANS COULDN’T TAKE HIM IN A FIGHT, WHAT MAKES YOU THINK YOU WILL FARE ANY BETTER?). Do nOT FIGHT HIM UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES.

Kyoko: Ryohei will fuck you up if you so much as LOOK at her funny. do N O T fight Kyoko.

Gokudera: Dude’s as volatile (explosive) as the dynamite he REGULARLY USES AS A WEAPON. Don’t Fight Gokudera.

Yamamoto: He’ll think it’s a game and shrug it off but he can cut you in half if he gets serious (but he’ll spare you. and you’ll have to live with that shit.) Keep that in mind. You can probably fight Yamamoto.

(Reminder: No more than a friendly sparring match.)

Ryohei: Fight him in a friendly boxing match. He’ll love it.  But fuck with his little sister, Kyoko? He’ll punch you in the SOUL with enough force to break STEEL. (Seriously. He broke both his hands. Then Kyoko arrived. AND THEN he shattered his opponent’s steel kneecap in a fight USING HIS BROKEN FISTS AND SHEER WILLPOWER. HERE’S PROOF.



Don’t fight Hibari. Ever.

Lambo (and Lambo Ten Years Later): You can fight him! You get the added bonus of seeing him cry. In both forms. Also, In contrast to Tsuna or Kyoko, nobody will have any qualms about you fighting him. (Probably deserves it. Hell, Gokudera and Reborn do it ALL THE GOD DAMN TIME.)

Mukuro: He’ll go easy on you just to fuck with you. Then he’ll hide a rock in his illusions that’ll strike you in the temple, giving you serious head trauma. Then he’ll kill you with his trident. Slowly. Don’t fight Mukuro.

Chrome: Do you want to be brutally eviscerated by Mukuro’s trident? No? Don’t Fight Chrome.

a-court-of-nightmares  asked:

Hi ! Can we get a continuation of the Vongola using the 10 yr bazooka and breaking up with their s/o but Intsead of acknowledging it and sadly moving on they try and win their s/o back ? For Tsuna , Hibari & Mukuro please ? ? Ps I would just like to say thank you to all admins running this blog. The query you held a little while ago was amazing and I took delight in reading all of it !


~I would like to thank the asker- a-court-of-nightmares- for this opportunity. Just so everybody knows I am absolutely honored to be taking this up where it left off. Admin Reborn is hella talented. Just for that I am breaking my rule of headcanons only. I can only wish that my writing this will do the ask justice. I hope you enjoy.

P.S.: In case you guys don’t know about the submission we are referring to then you can find it here:

admin Adelheid


Somehow Tsuna made it to the meeting place. He waved off the negligent attendant’s apologies distractedly and took a seat in the chair that had been reserved for him. Recklessly he ordered a bottle of brandy and a glass filled with ice hoping he could distract himself with enough drink to unsee what he had seen just a few minutes ago.

He wanted nothing more than to curl up in his chair back in the mansion with a bottle of better brandy than this shit he was being currently served and wallow in his defeat. He wanted time. Time to get over you again. Time to pick up the shattered pieces of the broken heart he now thinks he may have brought upon himself.

“Sir, the client has arrived.”

Tsuna looked up, his expression sour. His eyes widened however when he recognized the man who was now looking at him with hat in hand, shoulders and head bent in humility.

It was the man you were with out on the street earlier!

“Sir,” the escort still by your side began introducing the man. “He is the one asking for the loan extension.”

Tsuna kept his face composed and flicked his fingers imperiously, signaling for the man’s file and flipping through it half listening to the man’s pleas even as he fought the trembling in his body at being this close to the man that had been the cause of his doubt. Of his rage. Of his poor judgment.

He stopped flipping through the man’s file when he came across a photo of you. You were just sitting there at an outdoor café drinking your favorite iced latté exhibiting all the mannerisms possible on one still moment that Tsuna had remembered all too well. And again he felt like breaking down.

“I see you have a beautiful… fiancé?” he had to say the word through gritted teeth. It felt wrong, so wrong to refer to you as anyone else’s fiancé.

“Ah! Yes!” the man before Tsuna nodded eagerly. “She’s a beauty, isn’t she? Took me some time to get her but you know how women are. Give them enough time and they’ll eat right out of your hand if you tame them well enough, know what I mean?”

The insinuation made Tsuna sick and it was all he could do not to smash his fist into the douchebag himself however… another thought came to his mind.

“If I asked for her as collateral,” Tsuna began. “Will you sign her over?”

The attendant in the room stared at his Boss in barely concealed shock but it transformed into full blown disbelief when their client almost immediately nodded in agreement in a most eager fashion.

“Of course! No problem! I can get the money back in less than a month!”

The cold smirk Tsuna gave him should have warned him of his doom.

Tsuna had surveillance on you; detailing your whereabouts and habits. Making sure that your faithful fiancé did not pawn you off as collateral to anyone else which the man had tried to do several times trying to secure more money much to Tsuna’s disgust. It was only a matter of time before the month is up and not even a farthing showed up to save you from getting sold to him. He’ll take care to have the fool put in prison for embezzling later.

That night your fiancé surprised you by dressing you up and taking you out to dinner to a very fancy restaurant. It had been a while since he took you out claiming he had been busy with work. He had then driven you off to a five star hotel and you assumed he wanted to spend time with you there. You felt that nagging guilt in your heart that you were being unfaithful again. Unfaithful to the memory of the man who had thrown you away but you quashed that thought immediately. This was your life now. It did not belong to anyone else but you any longer.

The moment you entered the penthouse suite, however you were in for the surprise of your life. Because there, standing in front of the wide windows framing the city’s nightscape was the same man who had haunted your every wish every night since he broke up with you. Looking so much more mature, so much more tired and jaded and oh so handsome your heart couldn’t stop clenching painfully.

But your will was stronger now. He made you stronger by breaking up with you. So with a flaming gaze you stared right back at him with narrowed eyes.

“What’s the meaning of this?” you asked, still looking into those gold burnished caramel eyes you have missed so much. The fact that they shone with recognition of you made it hard for you to swallow the lump down your throat and keep a straight face.

“I’m sorry, my dear,” you turned just in time to see your fiancé backing out of the room looking guilty but much more anxious to get away than anything else. “But he owns you now.”

“Wha­―?” your words were cut off when the door closed behind him.

You ran and tried to open the door, wanting to demand an explanation but knowing deep inside your soul that you had been betrayed. However the door was locked from the outside. You have had your suspicions and you knew he had been having money problems. You just assumed he was over them when he took you out to dinner tonight. You never even suspected it was going to be your version of the ‘Last Supper’.

“It won’t open,” Tsuna’s voice behind you made your shoulders stiffen. He sounded so near. In your dreams it always seemed as though his voice sounded so far away from you. Like there was a chasm in between yourselves that you can never cross. “I have the only key card that will open that door from this side.”

You leaned your forehead against the door and took a few deep breaths to give you strength. Control, you needed control. You needed strength not to break down like a loser and keep at least a smidgen of dignity in this horrible, horrible mess.

“I am a person.” You finally say, straightening your shoulders but not yet turning to face him. She needed a little bit more time for that. “I’m not something you can own.”

“Really?” What happened to his voice? How could it be so low and yet still be so… Tsuna? It made every carnal part of you shiver in desire. How can he still do that after all these years? After all he’d done? “Your fiancé didn’t seem to think so. He was quite eager when I suggested he make you his collateral for the loan I lent him.”

You pursed your lips but finally managed to renege enough righteous indignation to turn around and finally face him. Your eyes defiant and stubborn, glinting in the candle light scattered across the room. “You tricked him, didn’t you? What did you do?”

Tsuna couldn’t stand being the object of your accusations. He had always been on the receiving end of your loving scrutiny. He was so shaken by your hate that his hand shook slightly as he reached for the bottle of champagne he had set on a nearby table along with a bowl of your favorite ripe strawberries. He drank an entire flute trying to avoid your gaze.

“What do you want?” you continued to question him, your voice beginning to shake with anxiety. “What are you going to do to me? Are you going to sell me into prostitution now? Are you going to make me pay you for every cent he owes you?”

“Don’t be ridiculous―”

“Then let me go―”

“I can’t do that―”

“Then what the hell do you want?!”

“I WANT YOU TO LOVE ME, DAMN IT!” he yelled as he threw the champagne flute on the floor, meeting your eyes with his burning ones, the brown disappearing in a fiery sort of gold that reflected his anger, his frustration, his unadulterated passion. “I WANT YOU TO LOVE ME!”

“I DID LOVE YOU!” you yelled back, the tears hanging on your lashes now as all the pain, all the confusion, all the betrayal gushed from your chest. “I LOVED YOU AND YOU THREW ME AWAY LIKE SO MUCH GARBAGE, TSUNA! YOU BROKE ME IN PIECES WHEN YOU LEFT ME! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW LONG IT TOOK FOR ME TO PIECE MYSELF BACK TOGETHER?! DO YOU?!”


EIGHT YEARS!” you shouted back, cutting him off as you finally lose the battle with your tears, taking a step back when he took a step towards you. “EIGHT YEARS I WISHED EVERY NIGHT YOU’D COME BACK! EIGHT YEARS OF ALMOST GOING INSANE WANTING YOU! EIGHT YEARS TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHAT I DID WRONG!”

Tsuna pursed his lips in determination as he strode towards you. Teeth gritted, will resolved and heart hurting because it always hurt him when you cried. Always. Always.

“No! No no!” you tried to run away from his approach but he pinned you against the wall he caught you in front of and caught you in a kiss so filled with longing and want and need it made you lose strength in your limbs. By the time he released you all you could do was stare back at him in hopeless surrender, your tears trailing down your cheeks. Still angry, still scared to death, but still so hopelessly in love with him you could barely stand it. “What do you want from me, Tsuna? Please, I’m begging you… I won’t be able to survive this a second time. Don’t do this to me…!”

“Fuck destiny,” he muttered against your lips, breathing hard, pressing his body against you hungrily as he did so. “From now on, I’m making my own damn future.”

Tsuna then whisked you to the bedroom and took you on the bed with the urgency of a man who finally had what he wanted after a long, long time of being denied. He ignored your protests until they dwindled into moans and gasps and kisses and caresses.

To him whatever he said now was useless; he had already hurt you with words. From now on he will show you he wanted to keep you forever using his actions.


But even as he turned to walk away the images of that stranger wrapped around you so lovingly, your lips fused with someone else’s that was not him played like a mocking song over and over in his mind. It felt a lot like listening to that damn pineapple’s laughter.

It just wasn’t acceptable!

And he couldn’t help but realize he was being such a herbivore for running away when he could just get his revenge on the man who ruined his life by sending him flying off right in front of you before walking out of your life forever and end this undying regret!

This wasn’t him. This was not Hibari Kyouya.

He turned around, intending to put his thoughts into actions but the sight that played before him made Hibari’s whole being deflate.

“You son of a bitch!” Hibari heard you screech in that way that had always annoyed him back when you were together. You used it on him whenever he was ‘being particularly overbearing’ or so you might say. “What the hell did you think you were doing?! What part of “I am not interested in you that way” did you not understand?!”

“Come on! You’ve been single for as long as I’ve known you!” the man whined in frustration. “Give me a chance, damn it! Whoever it is you’re holding out for it’s obvious he’s never coming back!”

“That is none of your goddamn business!” you yelled back, voice even higher pitched than the last one before turning and preparing to walk away.

But apparently the infatuated pup was not ready to give up just yet and made another attempt to grab at you and before Hibari knew what he was doing, he had his fist dislocating the man’s jaw.

Hibari stared down at the man he had just knocked down cold, his mind a mess of jumbled thoughts of truths and facts that rendered him speechless and still now mocking him with even more malice than the sight of you wrapped up in another man’s embrace.

The truth that he made a mistake oh so long ago.

The fact that he had broken up with you for nothing.

He wanted to throw up.


He looked up at your whisper and you couldn’t help but gasp at the utter devastation you could see in his face. It was an expression you had never thought you would ever see on the visage of the Cerberus of Namimori. Your breath caught at your throat before reality caught up with you and you scowled right back at him, pursing your lips to keep them from trembling.

You didn’t want to remember anything anymore. It hurt too much.

“I’m calling an ambulance, I’ll tell the police someone mugged him. Get out of here.” You told him quietly as you took your phone out.

But he caught your wrist in his one large hand and then suddenly, his face was buried in the crook of your neck and your eyes widened at how cold his skin felt. At how much he’s trembling. His free arm wrapped around you so tight you just knew it would be impossible to free yourself from his hold.

He took your phone from your hand and dialed blindly. He then put it in his ear and waited for a familiar voice to pick up.



And this time it was your turn to shiver.  He was talking right against your skin; you could feel his lips softly brushing your neck like a new paintbrush and your tears sprang from your eyes as the memories started flooding in at how you owned them once. It was all you could do not to melt against him. It was all you could do not to surrender yourself to the feel of him so close to you once more.

Lord it’s been so long…


“Send a medical team over to the park. Someone’s probably in a coma.”

“Yes, at once.”

He dropped the phone on the ground without even bothering to end the call and wrapped his other arm around you. Just as tight. Just as desperately. And all you wanted was to revel in the feel of him, the scent of him against you and surrender everything that you worked so hard on to survive after he sent you away.

But you can’t. Because even though you were you, you will never be strong enough for this. For him.

“I think you better let go now.” You cursed at the lump caught in your throat that made it difficult for you to speak. You swallowed hard and steeled yourself up. Donning the invisible armor you had honed throughout these years. “Let go, Kyouya.”

He didn’t respond. All he did was hold you tighter and nuzzle his face against your skin like a puppy desperate for some form of affection. Wanting you to take him and give him a home.

And you understood that. You had always understood him despite his lack of words. It was the reason why you knew you loved him. Just one glance, one touch, one gesture and you knew what he wanted. What he needed.

There was once a time when you would have moved heaven and earth to make sure he got what he longed for. There was once a time when you would have offered a pinkie just to make him happy.

But it was different this time.

You understood but the wounds he left you ran far too deep; far too painful for you to risk yourself to the pain one more time. He had left you weak and wanting. He had managed to tear you apart.

“Please,” you begged him in a broken whisper even as you try to step out of his embrace, your tears already falling. “I don’t have another heart left to break.”

He clung to you and you bit your lip when he started trailing kisses against your neck in a desperate attempt to make you stay.


“I made a mistake. I doubted you,” you trembled at how hoarse his usually smooth voice sounded. It was as though he had been gargling glass all of a sudden and you felt your knees weaken at the raw emotion in his words. “But I need you. I never stopped wanting you. I never stopped loving you. I can’t let you go.”

He then pushed back a little to look you in the eye and the tortured expression on his face coupled by the grim resolution on his lips and the sheer longing in his eyes did you in. But the next words that came out of his mouth shattered you in a million little pieces and it was then and there that you knew― just knew― that you were already beyond saving from the influence of this man.

“I’m sorry.”


He made it as far as the restrooms before he felt his legs give out. Never before had he been so overwhelmed with such loss and longing that it rendered him almost incapacitated. Oh how the Skylark would have sneered at him if he could see him now.

But he couldn’t help it. He missed you.

Always, constantly, like a well worn song that was always on replay. These past ten years were a series of alternate contrasting feelings of him trying to crush your memory and clinging to it with every strength he had left.

Mukuro leaned his forehead against the mirror in front of the sink and allowed himself to wallow in the memories.

He could still remember everything clearly.

The sight of you, the feel of you, the scent of you…

Even after all these years― even after all the other lovers― he still wore your memory like a warm blanket against the cold loneliness he made for himself.

He punched the wall in an attempt to bury the emotional pain with the physical one. He failed miserably.

His contemplation was interrupted when the door to the restroom opened and the man you were with came in and went straight for a urinal. Mukuro observed him from his reflection in the mirror.

He looked like a decent sort. Not devastatingly rich but confident enough in his finances to wear branded clothing. He looked like every ordinary person Mukuro had ever seen on the street and he wondered what you saw in him. He wondered how you treated him.

The man finished and stepped beside Mukuro to wash his hands. He nodded politely at the illusionist as he ran his hands under the faucet and suddenly a furious jealousy rose like a tempest in the Mist user’s heart. Perhaps he can indulge one more time? What was one more sin on top of all the others he had already committed? Surely the universe could look away just this once?

Before he knew it he took over the man’s mind and rendered him insensate and took all his identification and keys. He sent Chikusa a text to tell his minion to pick up the man and take it to their hotel and have him stay there until further orders. Mukuro then gave the man a mental prompt to hide in a bathroom stall and lock it before conjuring up an illusion of the man to cover over his own appearance. Chikusa should be able to open the stall without any problems.

Mukuro then stepped out of the restroom and approached your patient self and his heart pounded in excitement when he saw you direct that tender smile at him again after all these years. The pleasure was so raw and aching it almost sent him on his knees. You allowed him to take your hand and Mukuro almost moaned when he felt your thumb circle the back of his hand as you both walked out of the library. He couldn’t take his eyes off you. He kept bringing your hand to his lips for lingering kisses. They still smelled so heavenly…

You both arrive in the apartment you were sharing with this man who’s skin Mukuro was wearing and again jealousy stabbed at his heart as he saw the photographs and all the little things that declared this place your love nest with that accursed stranger.

Mukuro wanted to destroy it all. He wanted to pour gasoline over every single available space and burn it to the ground.

“Darling?” Mukuro looked up at you with his eyes still in a blind rage at your call. You took a step back in fright at the murderous look in his eyes. He thought you were going to run but instead you stepped forward the way you have done with him all those years ago. And like all those years ago you held his face in your hands and caressed his cheeks soothingly. “Darling, is everything okay?”

Mukuro couldn’t help it. He looked into your tender, loving eyes and shivered like a man finally given warmth after being stranded out in the cold for too long. Your touch felt too good. Your voice made him bite his lip to stop himself from moaning out your name and letting go of his tears.

“Sorry.” He finally managed, kissing the palm of a hand still caressing his face. Taking a good long whiff of the scent that had haunted his deepest, darkest dreams all these long, long years. “I was just… Thinking.”

You pulled his head towards yours until your foreheads touched and you placed a tender kiss on his lips even as your eyes glowed with sad understanding. “Are you still thinking about my first love? The one I told you about last night?”

Mukuro’s breath caught. Were you talking about him?

“It’s alright. I made you a promise didn’t I? I’ll love you. I’ll love you as much as I can. And when we’re married I’ll forget about him. I promise.”

The words made the madness explode in his mind. Mukuro couldn’t take it anymore. With a dry sob he caught your lips in a kiss so hungry, so needy it almost tore you apart. His whole body shivered as you responded generously. Gracefully. Instinctively giving him the comfort you felt he desperately needed. He pushed you on the carpeted floor and tore at your clothes in his desperate need to devour you. To have you. To hold you. And you responded with gentle, calming caresses that drove him mad with want.

It made him insane. Insane that you would give all this to anyone else but him. Insane that he was not a good person who deserved someone as kind as you. Insane that being with you defied his law of karma.

Forget him? Forget him?

Fuck that!

“Darling…” you panted underneath him as he roughly pulled your skirt up. The straps of your dress already torn and fallen around your now exposed chest currently bruising from his kisses. “What’s going on? You’re acting strange…”

Mukuro responded by catching your lips in another bruising kiss and you arch your body underneath him, unable to control your responses to these familiar caresses… These familiar kisses… This familiar scent…


“Say my name…!” he begged against your lips as he began to slip your underwear down your thighs.

Suddenly you push him away from yourself and your eyes, no longer hazy with desire but now filling up with horrified realization, stared right back up at him. Your lips forming the only name that made sense in your mind.


Mukuro allowed the illusion over his body to melt off and showed you the need and fury on the face of the man who had never gotten over sending you away. He ripped your underwear off and pulled your legs apart before practically proceeding to tear his fly open.

He was beyond sanity, beyond reason. Before the only person he had ever wanted logic had no place in his mind any more.

“No!” you protested as you try to move away. “No, you can’t do this! Where is he?! Where’s my fiancé?!”

“He’s safe, my love, don’t worry. For now at least.” Mukuro replied, catching your thighs and dragging you back to him. The touch of insanity glinting in his eyes as he eyed your naked skin. “I should kill him for daring to even touch you.”

His smooth voice seduced you, called to you. Even after all these years of telling yourself you were over him that silky, breathy baritone still made you hot and wet and you felt shame at yourself. Because all of a sudden you now realize that no matter how much you loved the man you were about to marry you had never felt this much passion for him. He had never made you feel this insatiable fever. Never made you ache with both longing and need all at the same time in such an intense way that it felt like a descent to lunacy.

“No…!” you try to push away one last time. Attempting to salvage what dignity you have left. Attempting to save what was left of the broken pieces of yourself that you had managed to pick up after he left you, you close your eyes and try to blot out the image of him above you. Trying to deny he was here. Telling yourself you were dreaming. “He’s been kind to me! Patient with me! Don’t do this! You’ve already ruined my life once, don’t do it again! Please!”

Suddenly you stop struggling when you feel a few drops of wetness fall on your cheeks. Despite yourself you open your eyes and your gaze widened at the sight of the dreaded Rokudo Mukuro allowing his tears to fall as he stared down at you with angry passion.

“Did you think it was easy for me to make you leave?! I didn’t make you leave because I hated you. I saw a glimpse of a future and saw you’d be happier with a man who was a total opposite of me,” he hissed at you, eyes unblinking, expression tragic and breathing labored as he leaned above you. His eyes looking back at you clear and containing a raw, naked truth that pierced through you like a bullet. “I thought I was strong enough to let you go. I thought I could bear the loneliness as long as you were happy! But when I saw you earlier with him I almost died again. I’m not strong enough to forget you. I’m not strong enough to let anyone else have you. Why do you think I’m here?!

You couldn’t stop your tears from falling as another realization dawned on you.

You had always known he was a liar. You loved him despite all that. So when he broke up with you you were thrown into uncertainty. You didn’t know if he was lying about ever loving you or lying about tiring of you. Both sides of those lies hurt. Both thoughts almost brutally killed you. Now you know the answer…

But you are too scared to risk having your heart broken again.

“Please…” you beg even as you felt yourself crumble at the raw, aching emotions in his eyes, his lips, his very touch as he parted your legs even wider. “Please… If you have any mercy left… Let me go…”

“My love,” he whispered hoarsely even as he thrust himself inside you so deep he was buried to the hilt. You bit your lip as you try to hold back the pleasure threatening to overwhelm you. Your back arching off the floor like a puppet caught in this man’s strings. “You― more than anyone― should know that I am not a merciful man…”


“ Can I request the Vongola guys spending the day at the beach with their S/O? ” - Anonymous

Of course~! :3 ♥

Warning: Slightly nsfw

Tsuna: “Come on, Tsu-kun!” you called happily as you pulled the tenth generation boss towards the ocean waters.

Tsuna fought with you, trying to pull away while flat out refusing to get in the water. He didn’t want you to find out that he didn’t know how to swim, although he highly doubted you would be shocked about it. “No, ____! I don’t feel like swimming right now!” he stated as he tried to free himself from your grip, but it was ironclad, and so was your resolve to get him in the water. If you had known how to manifest your dying will flames, he knew that your entire body would be covered in them just by looking at your eyes and seeing the determination reflected in them. 

It wasn’t until you had gotten him ankle deep into the water that you finally released his wrist and he went scampering back to the shore. When Tsuna finally turned back around to look at you, he half expected to be yanked back towards the water, but you were no where near him. In fact, you had actually sat down in the water with a dejected look on those pretty features of yours that he had come to love. 

Tsuna felt a twinge of pain in his chest. Reluctantly, he moved back toward the water with slow, small steps. Once he reached you, he knelt down and attempted to comfort you, only to have your mood change instantly. “Come on, just a little further!” you said happily, pulling him further into the ocean with a bright smile on your face. 

Even though he was terrified, Tsuna followed until you were waist deep in the water. “This is far enough~” you finally cooed, turning to wrap your arms around his neck. He was relieved to hear those words and smiling nervously, giving you a gentle kiss before you pulled back completely. 

“Alright, let’s start the swimming lesson!" 

That fucker, Reborn.

Gokudera: Things had died down majorly after the Representative Battle of the Rainbow ended, and the arcobaleno’s curse was removed. Everyone had decided to throw a celebration party at the beach for the arcobaleno, and everyone had come to celebrate, even the Varia. It shocked everyone to see the assassination squad there trying to have a good time. Of course, there were a few rivalries going on - Squalo was screaming at Yamamoto as usual; Xanxus sat somewhere on his own drinking straight whiskey, and Tsuna avoided him like the plague; some were sun bathing, while others swam around in the ocean, you and Gokudera included. 

So there you were, perched upon Gokudera’s shoulders while he stood waist deep in the cool water. Belphegor stood in front of him with another girl you had never seen before on his shoulders. The Storm Guardian held you tightly by your ankles as you grappled with the girl atop Bel’s shoulders, laughing as you attempted to push each other over. Gokudera and Belphegor didn’t see it as a game however, and you knew it as he glared harshly at the blonde prince. Bel only laughed his weird laugh while holding onto the girl as tight as possible - you knew he was glaring straight back at Gokudera, taking it just as seriously as your lover was despite the huge grin that was on his face.

"Goku, you better not drop me!” you shouted as you pushed the other girl, causing Bel to take a step back as Gokudera advanced on him. The corners of Gokudera’s mouth began to turn up as he stalked toward the blonde prince. “I won’t lose to you a second time, shitty prince!” he growled.

Just then however, you fell backwards into the water with a loud scream. When you came back up, you saw Gokudera glaring harshly at Bel while he and the girl laughed. 

“You fucking cheat.” he said through gritted teeth, holding up a loose wire that was previously wrapped around his ankles.


Yamamoto: Lying on the towel with the other girls was oddly relaxing, especially with the sound of your boyfriend’s laughter off in the distance. You always adored his laugh, and you were happy that you got to hear it as often as you did. Smiling, you propped yourself up on your elbows so that you could watch him assist the smaller children swim around in the water. “You’re so lucky to have Yamamoto-san for a boyfriend.” Kyoko said with a smile, rolling over onto her stomach so that she could tan her back-side. “Yeah! Haru wishes Tsuna-san would notice her the same way though.” Haru chimed in, referring to herself in third-person once more, something that always confused you. But they were right - Takeshi was such a sweetheart, and you felt blessed to have caught his attention.

“I know I am. I feel lucky,” you replied, returning the smiles as you rolled onto your stomach as well, resting your head on your hands and closing your eyes a moment later. Eventually, you fell asleep.

About two hours later, you finally woke up to find that mostly everyone had gone home, and the sun was beginning to set. Rolling onto your back, you stretched as far as you could, letting out a yawn before you sat up. You were surprised you weren’t sunburned from being in the sun for so long, but when you looked to your right you saw Takeshi at the snack bar waiting for his order. It didn’t take long for him to notice you had awakened; he waved at you, that huge adorable grin that you loved so much plastered on his face. Smiling, you waved back at him before turning your attention to the ocean, watching the sunset as you waited for Takeshi to return.

When he finally did return, he held two small disposable bowls of fresh fruit for the two of you to eat. “Thank you, Takeshi~” you said, taking the bowl he offered to you after he sat down. “Everyone went home about half an hour ago; we’re the only ones here.” Takeshi stated despite the fact that it was painfully obvious that was the case. You smiled before looking up at the taller male. “Why didn’t you wake me up?” you asked him, to which he just shrugged and grinned. “You looked so peaceful. Besides, I thought it would be nice to watch the sunset together.” he stated, causing your smile to widen. You placed a chaste kiss on his lips, and then leaned against his shoulder to watch the sunset with him, nibbling on the fruit he had brought you.

“… Why didn’t I get sunburned?” you asked suddenly, which forced a laugh from your boyfriend. “I put some sunblock on you earlier. Didn’t want the sun ruining that beautiful skin of yours.” he replied, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer.

Yeah, you were definitely the luckiest girl in the world.

TYL!Lambo: “Hey, ____! Let’s build a sand castle!” the five-year-old version of Lambo shouted happily, carrying buckets and shovels for the both of you to use. You smiled brightly at the young child and agreed immediately, following him to the area he wanted to build the sand castle. “Lambo-san wants to build a HUGE castle to live in!” he cheered as he began to fill the bucket with sand with you following suit. “Then let’s do it~!” you encouraged him with a bright grin on your face.

About an hour had passed since you began to help Lambo build the sandcastle, and so far it had turned out really great. “I really think Lambo-san has outdone himself with this one!” you proclaimed once the castle was finished, standing back to admire the work you two had done. “Yeah, yeah! Lambo-san is really great, huh?!” he shouted, laughing as he stood proudly in front of the creation. His laughter instantly stopped however when a volleyball came flying towards the small cow, hitting him in the head and bouncing straight into the castle you two had worked so hard on. You watched in disbelief as the sand castle crumbled away, while Lambo laid on the ground holding the back of his head.

Lambo mumbled something under his breath before he began to scream and cry, instantly going for the 10-year-bazooka, as always. A large puff of pink smoke appeared when Lambo shot himself with it; when it evaporated, a fifteen year old Lambo stood in the child’s place. “Oh, it’s you, ____,” he stated when he took notice of you. He instantly looked away though, his face bright red when he saw the bathing suit you were wearing. Laughing at the blush, you wrapped your arms around the older Lambo and forced him to look at you. 

“Don’t be so embarrassed. You’ve seen me naked before, remember?” you teased him, causing his blush to darken. “When I was a child and I wasn’t interested in dating yet!” he retorted nervously. Laughing again, you leaned up and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. You didn’t get to see your boyfriend much - well, not at this age, anyway. So you were going to take full advantage of the five minutes you had together before the future and current versions switched back. “So, what should we do with the five minutes we have together?” he eventually asked, although he still couldn’t look directly at you.

With a devious smirk on your lips, you tackled Lambo to the ground and straddled his hips, ignoring all the stares you were getting from the others. “I can think of a few things~!” you exclaimed happily as you began to place kisses all over his face and neck.

“__- Hey, ____!”

Ryohei: A loud scream erupted from your throat when you were launched high up into the air by the water trampoline. While flailing your arms and legs as you fell back down to the water, you heard all the others laughing until you finally made contact with the water once again. You came up sputtering, trying to catch your breath as Tsuna landed back on the shore; he had used his dying will flames to fly high up into the air and drop Ryohei onto the other end of the blob. You began to swim towards the shore with Ryohei following suit, a huge grin plastered on both of your faces. “Holy shit, that was awesome!” you shouted ecstatically once you had reached the shore. 

“Oiii, Sawada, ____! It’s my turn now!” Ryohei told you as he came out of the water, water trickling down his toned body and his short silver hair gleaming in the sunlight. Biting your lip, you stared at your boyfriend with some rather sensual thoughts coursing through your mind. Ryohei seemed to have read your mind, because he just smirked devilishly at you, causing a blush to cover your entire face before he turned back to his ‘boss’. 

“Sawada, take ____ and drop them the same way you did with me!” Ryohei demanded with excitement written all over his face. With a groan, Tsuna’s shoulders slumped as he pulled out the dying will pills to enter HDWM (hyper dying will mode) once again. Waving your hand at him to stop though, you smiled sheepishly. “No, no. Let Tsuna-san rest for a little bit. He’s been going in and out of the dying will state all day. I’m sure he’s exhausted.” you insisted, causing Ryohei to pout as he looked at you.

“R-really, it’s fine, ____. I don’t mind.” Tsuna reassured you, causing Ryohei’s face to light up again before he rushed back towards the water. You laughed at his energetic and excited reaction before turning back to the Vongola’s decimo. “One more time, and then I’ll make sure he leaves you alone for a little while,” you told him, knowing full well that Tsuna only said that so that he wouldn’t disappoint Ryohei. “Deal.” Tsuna stated before entering HDWM once again, allowing you to crawl onto his back then taking flight once you had a good grip on him.

When Ryohei was in position, he waved a hand at you and Tsuna to signal that he was ready. Grinning, you leaned over to kiss Tsuna on the temple as a 'thank you’ for doing this for your energetic boyfriend despite how exhausted he was. “Thanks, Tsuna-san,” you said, releasing your hold on him a moment later and dropping down onto the other end of the blob. When Ryohei was launched into the air, you couldn’t help but laugh once again at what you heard before your boyfriend hit the water.


Hibari: When the demon of Namimori and your lover, Hibari Kyoya, had asked you if you wanted to go to the beach with him one day, you couldn’t believe your ears. Not only was Kyoya willing to go to a place where there would be a very large crowd, but he was also asking you if you wanted to go. You thought it was some sort of practical joke, but you couldn’t refuse Kyoya, so you awkwardly accepted his invitation, wary of what he was planning. Even though you had a strong feeling that he wasn’t going to show up, you were still disappointed that he wasn’t there when you arrived.

Assuming that he was just running a little late, you sighed and decided you would wait for him; besides, it would be a good chance for you to get a little tan and just get away from your everyday life. So, you began to walk along the shore, looking for a great secluded place to sit and wait for your beloved Kyoya, knowing full well that he would be pissed if you began to crowd with the other 'herbivores’, as he called them. Even if he didn’t mind crowds though, you would have chosen a secluded area anyway - you and Kyoya hardly ever got time together since he was always busy with the disciplinary committee or work as the tenth generation cloud guardian for the Vongola.

Once you had found a spot, you laid out your towel and set up the beach umbrella you had brought to protect the both of you for the sun’s harsh rays. After that was done, you sat down on the towel and pulled out the book you had brought to read.

Hours ticked by, and before you knew it, night had fallen upon Namimori Beach. No longer able to read because it was dark, you closed your book and stood up, looking around for any signs of your beloved Kyoya. There were none. With a sigh, you turned towards the umbrella and took it down, getting ready to go home. You were saddened by the fact that Kyoya had stood you up; it was completely unlike him to be late for something that he had planned himself. “I am soooo going to get back at that jerk for doing this to me. He’s gonna regret standing me up like this,” you mumbled to yourself as you rolled up your towel and stuffed it in the tote bag you brought along.

You continued to mumble but your words were cut short, a scream replacing those words when you felt a pair of arms snake around your waist, pulling you back against someone’s hard, very toned chest. Clenching your fist tightly, you whipped around and threw a punch at whoever had dared to touch you that way. You missed.

The male who had hugged you from behind dodged your punch and grabbed hold of your wrist to prevent you from throwing more punches at him. You couldn’t see who the person was because of how dark it was, but when they spoke, you instantly knew who it was. “Is that how you greet your boyfriend?” Kyoya asked, releasing your wrist when you tried to wrench free of his grip.

“It is when he stands me up,” you snapped at him, turning away from him with a huff. Kyoya let out a sigh and wrapped his arms around you once again. He wouldn’t say it out loud, but you knew that he was trying to apologize when he kissed your neck and rested his chin on your shoulder. You had been dating Kyoya long enough to know his little quirks and what they meant. You remained in that position for several long minutes before you let out a sigh and turned in his arms, wrapping your own around his neck. “Don’t do it again,” you told him with a glare, before kissing him softly.

“Are you giving me orders, herbivore?” Kyoya asked with a smirk on his lips. “Talking back to your superiors is against the rules.”

Rolling your eyes at him, you kissed him again. “Bite me, Kyo-kun,” you retorted, before dashing away from him with a smile on your face.

Mukuro: A muffled groan reverberated from your lips as you clenched your eyes shut, trying your best to ignore the sensations Mukuro was causing. You heard that infamous laugh of his as he lay beside you beneath the pier, away from prying eyes. A blush stained your cheeks as the illusionist stroked your heat gently, denying you the pleasure you craved so badly. “Da-damn it, Mukur- oh!” you cried, biting your lower lip in an attempt to silence yourself once more. You opened your eyes to glare at him, reaching to pull him down for a kiss. 

“Stop teasing, you jackass!” you growled when you pulled away, drawing another chuckle from him. “If that is what my precious ____ wants,” he whispered in a low voice, and instantly complied with your demands. You bit your lip once more, this time drawing a little blood when he inserted two long fingers, pressing his thumb against that tiny little nub that caused so much pleasure for a woman. He pumped slowly while stimulating your clit harshly, moving his thumb back and forth, side to side. 

Mukuro leaned down and began to place butterfly kisses on your face, neck, and chest, occasionally biting at your soft skin. He moved to kiss along your jawline, enjoying the muffled, erotic sounds emitting from your throat. After a few minutes, he pulled away to look at your face as he added a third finger and sped up just slightly. The swim trunks he was wearing were becoming a little too restricting as he watched your face contort from pleasure; he knew he wouldn’t be able to withstand it much longer, but he just loved teasing you so much.

“You should be a little more quiet, ____. You don’t want the others to see what we’re doing, right?” he asked with a devious smirk on his lips. You glared up at him and grabbed hold of his wrist, forcing it away from your body. Forcing him to lie on his back, you quickly mounted him and placed your hands on his chest. “Shut. Up.” you said through clenched teeth, grinding your hips against his at an agonizingly slow pace. If he wants to tease, then so will you. Placing his hands on your hips, Mukuro looked up at you with that cocky little smirk of his, pressing you further against him and moving his hips as well. 

“Oya, someone’s a little eager,” Mukuro teased once again, although he was just as eager, if not more so than you were. Leaning down, you kissed him harshly, biting his lower lip before pulling away to look him in those mismatched eyes of his. 

“Put up a damn illusion so no one will see us. Now.”

You may! I’m sorry if some of these are kinda off topic, cause I lost focus but I thought it was cute enough for this :\ It’s still really cute. I just hope I’m not turning repetitive 

Sawada Tsunayoshi

For your birthday, Tsuna’s been looking long and hard for the perfect gift. The Family gave some ideas. Gokudera says to buy you an expensive ring (says only the best can be given to the Tenth’s lover), Ryohei says some boxing gloves, Lambo says some candy, but only Yamamoto had the right idea, a stuffed animal. He found his way to a Build-A-Bear, intimidated by the big machines and little kids running around.

“Hello there! Are you here to make a forever friend?” the shop assistant says with a gigantic smile on her face. Tsuna stands there, unsure of what to say.

“N-no, I’m here to make something for my girlfriend.” He says, “You know, it’s her birthday. I want to give her something as a present.”

“Aww how sweet! Well just choose the animal and I’ll help you.” She says, fluttering away. Tsuna looks at the shelves of animals, deciding on a simple bear. He wanted something simple and timeless, nothing too fancy. Tsuna dresses it up in a pink dress. He pays for it, leaving with the bear in the cardboard house.

Walking to your house, he finds you reading a book outside, “(Name)?”

“Oh Tsuna! I’ve been waiting for you.” You say, walking up to your boyfriend. “Oh what do you have here?”

“I-it’s for you. Happy Birthday.” Your lips curl into a smile as you open the box, placing a kiss on Tsuna’s cheek.

“You’re so cute sometimes. My birthday is next week.” You say. He’s shocked, unable to speak, “Oh don’t worry. I still appreciate what you do. You’re sweet, Tsuna.”

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Sorry this is really late tonight. Also, sorry that this is going to be the only post tonight. I had problems with my internet. I also had to stop crying after the end of Your Lie In April (Definitely recommend watching it but have tissues handy) Also under the cut for the length of the request. That’s also why it took so long. Also, I didn’t include Mukuro since him and Chrome have the same box animal. The only idea I had for it seem cuter with Chrome than Mukuro :\ but if you want Mukuro’s just shoot me a message. I’ll come up with something.

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