little xanxus

anonymous asked:

Xanxus, Squalo and Bel falling in love with a civillian S/O? (Don't answer if you don't want to/don't have the time) love the blog btw


  • wrong place, wrong time
  • you were one of the very unlucky few that was taken hostage ( gagged, bound by the wrists ) by a group of people within the allied families that wanted to disrupt the order, disrupt the peaceful rule of the new Vongola Decimo
  • the vongola have their hands tied since they’re not sure who exactly they can trust, and they’re not too keen on starting a witch hunt
  • so they send out the only people they can trust – the varia ( since they operate outside of vongola decimo’s rule. plus, it’s an added bonus that xanxus is feeling a little itchy-fingered since no one is allowed to challenge the decimo’s throne but him )
  • they find you in a matter of days, blowing up the entrance to the warehouse and almost collapsing the place ( if it hadn’t been for a certain loud swordsman telling their boss to calm the shit down )
  • one of the men grab you, snarling about their plans before strapping a vest onto you. you already know it’s more than just a fashion accessory before you look down, despising the clunkiness of it
  • tears are blurring your vision and you rapidly blink them away, needing to see their faces because if you’re going to go down then you’re going to tell someone what their shit mugs look like
  • the other hostages inch away slowly, relieved when a blond man with knives cut their ropes. they flee into the vongola issued ambulances
  • “uh oh,” bel says, eyeing the vest. “squalo! we have a problem.”
  • the swordsman, absolutely pissed because a certain boss is getting a little too trigger happy, doesn’t like the situation either. he recognises the bombs – created by the bovino family. it works with a motion sensor but the problem is they don’t know where it is. they assume it’s anywhere in the vest so if they try to remove it they’re all goners
  • squalo has to call xanxus because they’re not sure how to deal with this
  • and xanxus, once he sees you, he has to admit he’s intrigued. you’re wearing a puzzle that he’s going to solve but the way that you’ve composed yourself, even with tear tracks on your cheeks your eyes are defiant
  • he takes the gag off of you with surprising care ( for someone so big he has a lot of grace ) and you recount the men. high nose, low cheekbones, brown eyes, blue eyes. xanxus is a tiny bit surprised that that’s the first thing that comes out of your mouth, but his lips twitch upwards, calling for mammon. he respects that resolve, the fight in you
  • mammon works with you to cast the illusion of the men and when you’ve got them all down, xanxus sends them all off to get those fuckers
  • you tell him it’s okay to leave you but he only snorts – “bullshit i’m going to let you die.”
  • he walks you through his thoughts, for both your sakes really, because it’s too damn quiet and he hasn’t done this before. though, his talks about flames and box animals confuse you since you’re not familiar with the mafia lingo
  • when he takes out a box and injects flames from his ring into it, calling out a liger, you take it into stride, never questioning his intention because for some reason, you trust him
  • he manages to petrify the suit after finding out where exactly the sensor is ( it involved a few handsy moments ) and disintegrates it before it can explode
  • “thank you,” you breathe out. in your moment of relief, you hug him and he doesn’t exactly return it, but he doesn’t shrug you off of him either. he replies with a grunt which you assume is his own version of ‘you’re welcome’
  • you’re taken to vongola’s HQ where you’re checked out by the nurses and doctors along with the other hostages. they make you stay a few nights longer to give you counselling which you wave off
  • the traitors have long been taken care off ( none of the guardians are happy that they’ve been sitting idle for the duration of this )
  • xanxus doesn’t visit you but the liger sits in the hospital room, eyeing every doctor and nurse when they come in to check on you



  • it starts off with infatuation, watching you perform at a high-end party that you had no idea was a mafia function
  • ( they were paying big sums and you were struggling to make ends meets. you had been recommended for the entertainment, letting your fingers roam the keys of the piano, fleshing out a tune these classy people in suits never heard of – it was hard. and nerve-wracking but they seemed to be wrapped up in their own word so they didn’t pay much heed to you )
  • he’s about to introduce himself to you, charm you out of that pretty dress and right into his bed
  • bel gets through the first step – you smile up at him, a sincere one that he rarely sees since he’s made an offhand comment about your talent – before he’s whisked away, called by that shitty shark
  • so he leaves you, but you don’t quite leave him. all throughout his mission, all he can think about is that pretty face and those eyes ( innocence, faith – a little broken inside but who wasn’t? )
  • he gets ahold of your contact details, finding your address. he doesn’t visit you ( a prince would never be seen in a neighbourhood like this ) but he watches, follows
  • he patronises the shop you at during the day, follows you into the different pubs and bars you play at during the night
  • before anyone can even think of putting their hands on you, approaching you up on stage, or even buying you a drink, he’s got his knives out. a simple flick of his wrist sends them cowering back in their seats as he lounges in the back
  • bel buys you drinks at first, and you accept them since you assume they’re a courtesy of the venue you’re playing at. then you start to get roses too and that’s when you realise it’s probably from an admirer
  • you’re flattered, flustered too since you didn’t think anyone would care enough to pay attention to you, much less enjoy your music
  • you want to meet the person but it seems like every face is a new face, no matter how many times you search the crowd for someone you might have seen in a previous bar
  • it takes him a long time before he steps up from roses ( mammon questions him about the never-ending purchases of roses but never gets a straight answer ). he attaches a note to it, a smirk on his face when he sees the way you bite down a smile
  • bel’s not sure if he’s falling in love with you or the music – he doesn’t really care because if he has you he’s pretty sure he has both
  • you’re recommended ( again ) at another high-end party – not with vongola but an enemy family. you don’t really care ( you just want to get paid and it happens that these formal parties are very generous ) and you don’t really know who they are. you pin a rose on your dress
  • the varia are out for blood – out on a mission to take down the host but bel freezes when he sees you because you’re not supposed to be there
  • the boss places you too close to his booth, gets a little too chummy with you, stands around the piano too much and bel realises how much he’s fucked up
  • he must’ve gotten careless somewhere along the line and someone saw him attending every small performance of yours
  • squalo’s about to call the hit but bel interferes. the rain’s not too happy and bel won’t explain himself ( because he doesn’t know what to call this emotion )
  • mammon, though, notices you at the piano. “the roses,” he says, piecing the two together
  • squalo doesn’t quite understand what roses have to do with bel’s sudden desire to protect the civilians until he sees you, sees the rose, sees the strange layout of the stage
  • and he curses the brat for falling in love
  • “it’s not love,” bel says.
  • “whatever it is, it’s making you weak.” exasperated and tired of his fellow guardians, squalo tries to devise a new plan ( it involves some illusions and squalo’s making bel pay for the whole night )
  • mammon conjures up a rose, giving bel and squalo new faces so they can get to you and to the enemy boss, respectively
  • bel hands you to rose, and his heart almost skips with the way you’re studying him so intently ( as if you can see through these illusions ). you don’t know his face but you can feel his presence ( somehow assuring ) so you don’t complain when he asks you to follow him – squalo’s pretending to fill in the boss with some new information
  • you both make your way out of the hall before the illusion drops. he gets you to safety and before you can stop yourself, you ask if you’ll ever see him again. he smirks, says “maybe,” and calls you a cab
  • you still get roses when you perform

anonymous asked:

Tsuna, Xanxus, and Hibari's headcanon having non-combatant sister?


~Hope you don’t mind that they’re all younger sisters, Anon,~

Admin Adelheid


-          It was puzzling how she was able to pull people to her as though she had a Flame as well but she had been tested and confirmed. She was clear.

-          Back in middle school she had used to defend her older brother against the people calling him a loser. Using words and a sassy mouth. Now that they were older she was always defending Tsuna against people saying he was evil.

-          Tsuna had made it a point to make sure she knew nothing of the darker aspects of the Mafia.

-          Due to her general curiosity and knack for being a lot sneakier than people give her credit for she had known about the Mafia and how her older brother was connected to it the moment the Varia started coming after them.

-          The Mafia found out about her just after Tsuna was officially inducted Vongola Decimo.

-          The reason Tsuna had immediately acquired such a fearsome and terrible reputation soon after his induction was because he decimated the Famiglia who had dared kidnap her dangle her in front of him like bait.

-          He would have loved protecting her twenty four seven but she had chosen the civilian life.

-          Tsuna had her followed and arranged a special team to monitor her safety.

-          Every guy who had even hoped to hit on her was treated to a thorough background check before they could even be allowed close to her and every guy she liked was treated to a rather detailed interrogation.

-          The weak ones always gave up first.

-          She suspected what her brother was doing to her guy friends but she guessed she was fine with it.

-          As long as no one gets killed yet she supposed.


-          Xanxus found out he had a little sister when he turned sixteen. And that was only because he heard his mother died of liver cancer and went back to the slums to see her buried properly. It was just a little after he found out the truth about his relationship with the Ninth.

-          When Xanxus found her she was eight and as filthy as the sewer rat he was back then. The moment he saw the state she was in and the state she was living in he had started cussing up a storm.

-          He burned the shanty under that bridge she was living in when he found her and dragged her by the scruff of her neck and carried her home.

-          Other than that one incredulous moment when he found her he had never once made eye contact with his little sister again.

-          She had never once complained or questioned him or his actions. As though her very instinct trusted him blindly the moment they met eyes that one time. It puzzled him and yet made him relieved that she was this obedient.

-          To protect her Xanxus made her work as a maid for the Vongola mansion, promising himself he would raise her from poverty the moment he gained the title of Decimo.

-          He would make sure no one was allowed to hurt you. That you were his favorite and anyone who sought to harm you should prepare for the worst.

-          During the eight years he had been imprisoned in the Ninth’s ice she was the one who had made sure to clean the prison Xanxus was in and talked to him, assuring him she was fine. Telling him she was waiting. Acting as Squalo’s informant that led to the discovery of Ottavio’s treachery. Her voice kept him somewhat sane in his half conscious state.

-          Timoteo was no fool and found out about Xanxus’ relationship with her after a while. He adopted her and put her through school, arranging for a monthly stipend and setting her up in a good house in a quiet city protecting her in a way that his adopted son could not.

-          After Xanxus was defeated during the battle for the Vongola Rings he did not claim her from the Ninth’s care. Just sent her a short note that he can’t be the Tenth. That she could do whatever she wanted from now on.

-          She sent him back a note that contained only one sentiment.

-          ‘I’m proud of you… Big Brother…’


-          She was the reason why Hibari hated seeing the strong preying on the weak. She had been the foundation of Hibari’s view of justice.

-          Both of their parents had died early and relatives had taken them both in. But because of their greed they mistreated her… Especially when big brother was away. She had never been able to hide the bruises from him, though.

-          It pushed Kyoya to be as strong as he was as fast as he could. He couldn’t stand watching and looking by as those bastards beat her and practically turned her into a servant in his own house while he was pushed into being perfect so he would not shame the family. Because his relatives thought girls were useless and were good for nothing except for bartering.

-          Perfection. He pushed himself to perfection. Perfect enough to gain the knowledge and strength to seize his family’s fortune and kick his relatives out of his own house.

-          His little sister hardly smiled but she never complained either. She was too kind. In fact, she had once had to pull Kyoya back from beating an older cousin of theirs to death when he caught the bastard trying to molest her.

-          People knew better than to use his sister as a hostage and a bargaining chip. Besides she was so gentle natured and kindhearted that it was hard to believe she was Hibari Kyoya’s sister.

-          Like her brother she shared Kyoya’s love for animals; only she did not mind if they were big or small.

-          He hid nothing from her. He would casually tell her the things he needs to do especially when he expected to be gone for an extended length of time or when he comes home with her bandaging his wounds.

-          Hibari makes it a point not to meddle in her business but he somehow gets wind of it when boys started taking notice of her. It was a good thing he was in the information gathering business so he could generally tell when the guy trying to pick her up was an asshole or not. At least he knew which one he needed to throw in a ditch and which one only needed a subtle warning.

-          Over all Hibari is an overprotective older brother without being creepy about it for his little sister who was loving but not all over his business. Giving each other freedom while tied by the bonds of family.

i have the strangest urge to draw molting process for the little bird au

unfortunately i am also fond of sadness and hurt/comfort and also body horror so there would probably be blood

@hraap help. i know bird molts aren’t actually bloody?? but maybe multi-winger molts/first molts in general are.. worse? itchy scratching and feather pulling. and 6 wings worth of molt-itching!!  (tsuna is so tired and snappy afterward)

basically i just want him disappearing with reborn for a while because it’s gonna be messy and when he comes back BAM giant wings that keep making him tip backwards

anonymous asked:

How can one gain the affections of both the Vongola and Varia?

i return

TSUNA: Be compassionate towards others. Be open and understanding, even towards those you might not get along with. Tsuna would probably fall for someone extremely kind and accepting, someone who would try and understand him and encourage him along the way.

GOKUDERA: Be stubborn, challenge him, push him to his limits. Gokudera would probably pretend to hate you and argue with you every step of the way, but deep down he loves the challenge you provide. It makes him think harder and fall faster.

YAMAMOTO: Be spontaneous, be loving, be carefree. I can’t imagine Yamamoto would fall for someone who’s too uptight or strict. With the way Yama lives life, he’ll need you to be able to go with the flow and accept all the little bumps along the way without too much fuss.

RYOHEI: Be passionate and confident in what you love to do. Maybe your interests don’t overlap with Ryohei’s, but that won’t matter because he’ll encourage you to try your best in the hopes that you’ll do the same for him. Be supportive of the things he loves and don’t try to steer him on a different path.

TYL! LAMBO: Be loving and honest. If you express your feelings and stay open with Lambo, he’ll most likely fall for you. It’s hard for him to read people when they bottle up emotions so sharing your thoughts with him will help him a lot.

HIBARI: Be persistent, be determined. Hibari may be hard to woo at first, but if you give up so easily, he’ll lose interest. He’s looking for the fight inside of you. Be brave, but also cautious. A fighter would catch his attention, but a reckless one would have him turn his cheek.

MUKURO: Be teasing, be cocky. Challenge Mukuro and his damn ego. Make him question himself, make him ask himself “how in the world did I fall for you?” I honestly can’t see Mukuro’s perfect match, but I can imagine it’s someone who he never expected himself to get along with.

CHROME: Be mindful and gentle. Let Chrome take things at her own pace. I can see her falling for someone who carefully leads her into a relationship, not someone who dashes right into a relationship too soon. Be patient and caring.

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onceabluemoonwrites  asked:

60 with DinoXanxus for the prompts :D

Oh man. This one’s unexpected, but that’s what ask memes are about, I guess? *laughs in delight*

DinoXanxus 60: “Before you decide to murder me, let me explain…” 

“Before you decide to murder me, let me explain…”

Dino stared the older man down with raised brows. Amusingly enough, Xanxus actually winced. Whether that was in actual remorse for the words or because Tsuna had aimed an elbow at his side, Dino could not say,

When he turned the look on Tsuna, obviously his little brother schooled his expression in a split second. Butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth, etc. Obviously.

“I,” Dino said, “was away for two days. Just two. Barely an entire weekend. And you somehow manage to destroy not only the grounds surrounding my personal mansion, but also the main ballroom at the Vongola Estate and the lobby at the Varia Compound?”

“I can explain,” Xanxus tried again, beginning to look irritated, but Dino sighed, and tilted his head towards his younger brother.

Tsuna immediately went stiff, and tried to edge his way towards the door.

Dino smiled, and Tsuna squeaked, jerking back in place. It made a mildly appreciative sneer tug at the corners of Xanxus’ lips - at least until Dino turned his gaze back Xanxus’ way.

“Really now. I’d have thought the two of you were beyond spats like this.” he mused, partially covering the bottom of his face with his fingers, if only to hide the way a grin was threatening to stretch across his mouth.

Predictably, the words had both men standing before him shuffling in place like a pair of kids. Xanxus probably hid it better than Tsuna did, but really, it was hilarious how similar the expressions on their faces were.

“You’d think my lover and little brother could get along with each other better than this,” he tried, inserting just a hint of regret into his voice. Just a bit.

The reaction was immediate.

Xanxus turned on him with a snarl, loud enough that Dino would have missed the way the tips of his ears went red if he hadn’t been watching for it. Tsuna, on the other hand, looked like he was caught between yelping in horror and yelling back.

Fuck you, you fucking horse tra-!”

Dino-san, this is such a bad ide-!”

They both broke off when Dino doubled over in helpless laughter, no longer able to contain it. And kept laughing. He could hear the two of them muttering at each other over his head, sounding confused, before Tsuna finally mumbled something petulantly and left.

By the time he found it in himself to glance up again, it was only Xanxus left in the infirmary room. Looking about as confused as he was capable of being, though Dino could easily see the wry smirk hidden in the corner of his lips.

“Did that old fuck Romario tattle on us, then?” he asked, when Dino straightened and dusted himself off, still chuckling a little under his breath.

“Maybe. But I also got complaints from Squalo and my little brother’s righthand. The Smoking Bomb sounded quite horrified by his Boss’ personality switch.”

Xanxus snorted, lifting a hand to rub at the nape of his neck, his gaze glancing away. It made another smile curl across Dino’s lips, this one as fond as his laughter had been helpless earlier on.

“Tsuna was the one who attacked you, then?”

No verbal answer, just a sneer. Squalo had gotten a disgusted look on his face when Dino had tried to tell him just how adorable his Boss could be, but could anyone blame Dino for thinking that when Xanxus acted like this? The older man was like a child, at times. And terribly easy to understand, when one knew what to watch for.

“Well, he’ll get over it once he figures out that you’re not treating me like your booty call, I’m sure.”

“I thought that was exactly what you were supposed to be,” Xanxus countered, snide, but he didn’t shy away when Dino reached out to smooth a thumb over the yellowed bruise still lingering high on his cheekbone, covering almost half his face.

It must have looked spectacular before the healers had used their sun flames on it. Tsuna had looked just as battered when Dino had snuck up on them, grumbling at each other by the infirmary doors. Not that the sneaking had gotten him too far - he’d fallen flat on his face and given them both a shock. Which had quickly resolved into sullen embarrassment.

“Maybe,” Dino agreed with a grin, “but Tsuna doesn’t get a say in my love life, now does he.”

Xanxus grunted, and leaned into the fingers curled around his hinge of his jaw. It was about the only acknowledgement he’d get for his words, Dino supposed. Well, it was good enough for now.

Slanting his lips across the older man’s own for a quick, dirty kiss, and smiling into it when Xanxus dragged him closer after a sharp intake of breath, he had to admit, at least things never got boring where Xanxus was involved.

anonymous asked:

How would Enma, Xanxus and Byakuran react to someone trying to convince their pregant s.o to leave them becaue they won't make good fathers



// Admin Chrome



Enma never thought that he would have the chance to have a family again. Hearing that you’re pregnant was one of the most joyful moments he had experienced in a long time. Of course, the world just really loves making Enma miserable.

“Look, I know you love him and everything, but I know for a fact that anyone who is the boss of a mafia family is not fit to be a father. No one.” Your sister furiously whispered to you as you bustled around the kitchen. You glared at her as you poured more tea into her cup.

“I think I can be the judge of that, not someone who does not even know Enma.” Your voice was calm, but Enma could tell that you were holding back your anger. Enma had come to greet your sister and you, but stopped before he entered the room, leaning on the doorway. His eyes followed you as you put back the teapot while rolling your eyes,

“Just…think about it. I know you have, right? I mean, someone who can kill so easily does not seem to be the type of person who could care for children.” Your sister pressed on, her voice quieter and gentler.

“I have never thought of that! Look, if you-” You finally had gotten to your limit, and was about to tell your sister off, but a cough interrupted you. Both your sister and you turned to see Enma’s dark gaze.

“I think that’s enough. I’m sure you should get home, it’s pretty late.” Enma’s voice was monotone, but you saw from the corner of your eye, a shiver from your sister. Your sister had only arrived an hour before, but the two of you knew not to argue.

Your sister got up to grab her purse, but before she got far past Enma, he grabbed her forearm, dragging her close to him. Enma leaned into the trembling girl.

“Ever speak ill of me towards my wife, and I’ll make sure she never sees you again.” The girl could barely stand after he was done, and once she was released, it took all her strength to bolt right out of the room.

“I hope you didn’t take any of that to heart.” Enma, now turned towards you, said. You walked over to him, and before he realized what you were doing, you leaned up and pecked him on the lips.

“Of course not. I just want you to know that I am confident you’ll be the best father ever, okay?”


Xanxus knows that he is not the picture-perfect lover, and to be honest, probably won’t be the best father. However, he does try, in his own ways. He is always there when you aren’t feeling well, and he does keep in mind to keep his anger in check around you just so there is no stress. To others outside your relationship, it may seem like Xanxus is neglecting you and does not give any thought to your unborn child.

That does not mean that people can speak for you and try to make your own decisions about your relationship. Xanxus can hear your mother over the phone, and it says something if he’s in the room next to you and her shrill voice can still be heard.

Have you seen what he is like when he’s mad? He’ll probably kill the baby if he starts crying! I just think it’s in your best interest if you leave him…”

“Mother, you don’t understa-”

I understand enough to know that he’s not fit to be having children!

“I’m going to hang up on you if you keep insisting on trying to convince me to leave my husba-”

Oh, so you married the psycho!? Listen to me, h-”

The line went dead, and it really only took you a few moments to realize that Xanxus was right behind you. He grabbed the phone from your hand, and slammed it down onto the receiver, smashing it into little pieces.

Xanxus scowled down at the broken pieces.

“I don’t give two shits what your mother says, you will be having my child and you won’t be leaving me.” His scowl doesn’t leave his face, but his hand comes up to gently wipe away the tear that had fallen down your cheek.


Byakuran was overjoyed at the news of child that you would be having with him. He couldn’t wait to meet the little one that the two of you created together. Byakuran never thought that he would have kids, and yet he could not see a furture without you or your future kids.

There was also the fact that now that you were pregnant, that meant that you could not run away anymore.

Byakuran left that little thought to himself, knowing that he shouldn’t be so possessive since he knew that you loved him unconditionally. It made him smile to himself when he saw you smiling down at your swollen tummy while telling it stories of the two of you.

It was as if it was the perfect fairy tale, but that was soon shattered when he walked right into an argument you were having with one of your friends that you insisted on staying in contact with (Byakuran was very picky on who you talked to and when, but he let this one slide because he knew that you were getting suspicious of his intent).

“-ou shouldn’t be with someone like him. He’s using you for the child!” Your friend exclaims, but you glare at him.

“I don’t think you should be speaking about anything in our relationship. I know Byakuran better than you, so I know for a fact he’s not using me.” Your friend rolls his eyes at your response.

“Why won’t you realize that Byrakuran is not cut out to be a father, or really your husband for that matter?!” The two of you haven’t noticed his presence yet, but Byakuran slowly walks towards the two of you.

“Hm~ What’s this? Someone yelling at my pregnant wife?” Byakuran pats your friend on the shoulder, shooting him a small smirk when he feels the man flinch at his touch. “Now why would you do such a thing?”

You can tell that Byakuran is furious, and you know for a fact that he heard the whole conversation. His dark tone and how tense his jaw is set gives away his masked anger.

Your friend just angirly shrugs off Byakuran’s hand, and scowls back at him in response, before turning his attention back to you.

“I’m not letting you waste yourself and your child around this creep, come on-” He goes for you arm, and before you can even blink, Byakuran already has your friend’s arm, twisting it till you can almost see the bone breaking slowly.

Once he lets go, your friend falls to the floor, the pain too much for him to handle.

“Come near us again, and I’ll kill you myself.”

I can see a couple of these guys going way too rough on their s/o in bed. I think we know who ;D [Admin E]


Squalo gripped your hips even tighter as you both let out moans of pleasure and rode out your orgasms. You gasped for breath, hips slowing down. You moved off of Squalo, laying down on your back. Squalo sat up, running a hand through his disheveled hair.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to move.” You muttered, feeling your womanhood still throbbing from the violent orgasm. Squalo smirked when he heard that, looking over at your body. He glanced at the red marks on your hips and abdomen that were from his nails.

“Was that rough for you?” Squalo leaned over and placed a kiss on the hickey on your neck. You groaned.

“Yeah.  .  . you were rough.” You murmured, groaning from how sore your body was. Squalo got up and went to the bathroom, running some hot water. He came back and pulled you up. You wrapped your arms around his neck, letting Squalo pick you up.

“You didn’t have to run a bath.” You muttered. Squalo sat down in the large tub, letting you reposition yourself in his lap.

“Why not? It’ll wash the sweat off.” Squalo shrugged, running his fingers through your hair. You laid your head back, letting it rest on his shoulder. He cupped some water, pouring it over your chest, making you sigh.

“I should be washing your hair or something.” You murmured, feeling tired in the warmth.

“I’m not the one who just got fucked into immobility.” Squalo said, a curve to his lips. You closed your eyes, resting back against Squalo.

“I might fall asleep.” You warned him, feeling more warm water against your body. Squalo picked you up again and wrapped a towel around your body. He laid you back in bed, running his fingers through your now-wet hair. Squalo kissed your forehead, laying down with his arms behind his head. He still felt proud that you literally could not walk.


Xanxus was a man of few words and very brash actions. The lack of gentleness in your sex life did not bother you in the least because you knew there was no point in asking. This time, Xanxus had been having a terrible day. Lussuria spilled coffee on his desk. Squalo had wrecked his favorite wall piece. Bel and Levi had been arguing all day. Xanxus was stressed out for 10 hours and he needed the best way to let out that stress.

You were pressed into his bed sheets for a good forty minutes, letting him ravage your body anyway he wanted to. He was rough, pulling your hair, gripping your thighs and biting your neck and shoulders. When he came for the last time, he pulled away, lying down on his bed. You laid in your spot, trying to catch your breath. Xanxus looked over, seeing the scratches and bruises over your body. Your ass was red from how hard he had hit it. Xanxus got up from his spot and walked out of the room.

“Xanxus? Where are you going?” You asked, trying to sit up. You failed, flopping back down in bed. He grunted, walking out of the room in the nude. He came back a second later with a hot rag and another pillow that he took from Lussuria’s room. He put the rag on your back, rubbing it up and down your back. You moaned happily, looking back at Xanxus. He sat back down in his spot, letting your muscles relax from the almost hour of intense sex. You sighed, turning your head to look at him.

“You’re being so nice.” You smiled a little, moving over to rest your head on Xanxus’s chest.

“I’m always nice.” Xanxus grunted. You laughed a little, letting Xanxus run his fingers through your hair.

“I know.” You were in complete bliss.


Your eyes opened when you heard Takeshi walk in the door. He had a towel over his shoulders and his briefs back on.

“Hey, are you awake now? I can make us some breakfast.” Takeshi offered, walking over to the bed. You rubbed your eyes, realizing you were still naked.

“I don’t think I can get up.” You muttered, tiredly.

“Oh, are you still tired?” Takeshi asked, totally dense.

“No, no. You gave it to me really hard last night, which I don’t really mind. But I’m still sore.  .  .” You admitted, lying on your stomach. You hugged a pillow, burying your face in it.

“Really?! I can make you breakfast in bed. Do you need anything? Water?” Takeshi asked, wanting to make you feel better. You smiled at how sweet he was being.

“Breakfast sounds nice right now.” You told him. Takeshi hurried downstairs and started making something for breakfast. You waited upstairs, grabbing the glass by your bed and taking a drink. Takeshi clumsily came back up with a tray of different breakfast items. There was a torn bagel, some toast, fruit and a piece of muffin on the tray. You looked at the selection with a raised brow, but shrugged and started to eat the food.

“This is really nice. Thank you.” You said with your mouth full of food. Takeshi laughed a little, kissing your forehead.

“I didn’t mean to be so rough on you last night.  I just hadn’t seen you for a few weeks.” Takeshi moved your hair out of your face. You leaned forward and kissed him.

“Trust me, it was fun. I just hate the morning after soreness.” You shrugged. “But you kicking it up a few notches is really hot.” You smirked.

“You wanna go ag-“

“Absolutely no.”

“Oh, ok.”


Your head was still tilted back, trying to catch your breath. “Can you.  .  . can you untie me now? I think my wrists are bit chaffed.” You said. Mukuro was leaning back on the bed, sitting up when he heard you.

“Untie you? But you always look good when you’re tied up like that. Vulnerable.” Mukuro’s eyes ran over your naked body.  You whined, picking at the ties with your nails.

“Pleeeease, Mukuro?” You asked, feeling how sore your body was. Mukuro sighed, leaning over you and untying the blue ribbon on your wrists. You rubbed your wrists, seeing the red marks on them.

“Looks like you were pulling too hard.” Mukuro mused, holding your hand and looking at where your skin was irritated. “Don’t you remember our safeword?”

“Of course I do. It’s pineapple. It was just.  .  . it hurt, but felt good at the same time.” You muttered, looking away with a blush on your cheeks. Mukuro laughed to himself, leaning over you.

“That’s kinda hot.” Mukuro smirked, taking your hands into his. He grabbed some gel off the edge of his bed stand and started rubbing it gently on the red areas that had been rubbed too hard. Mukuro wrapped bandages on your wrists, placing a polite kiss on them.

“You know, you’re actually pretty sweet.” You smiled, your hands still in Mukuro’s. He scoffed, acting like he was not. You leaned forward and kissed his cheek.

“I’m not sweet.” Mukuro said.

“Mukuro, you turn into a snuggle bug after we have sex.” You deadpanned.

“Shut up and come here.” Mukuro rolled his eyes. He wrapped his arms around your body and held your hand, rubbing his thumb over the top of yours.

“Next time say something before your wrists actually get hurt.” Mukuro muttered. You smiled, knowing that he cared.


You laid back on the bed, closing your eyes to catch your breath. You put your hands on your breasts and groaned from how sore they were.

“You really did a number on the girls today.” You muttered, seeing Gokudera by your window. He had lit a cigarette already, taking a puff. He looked back at you.

“Are they sore?” Gokudera asked. “Was I being too rough?” He went from being really cool to worried in just a second.

“I mean.  .  . you were more rough than normal.” You said, laying on the bed, completely naked.

“Do I grab an icepack? A heat pack? Water? A smoke?” Gokudera started listing off all sorts of things he could get you. You just shook your head.

“Hayato.  .  . could you rub my back?” You asked, turning on to your stomach. Gokudera sat back on the bed, having his underwear on again. His hands started to massage your back gently. He rubbed at a few knots in your shoulders, making you groan in thanks.

“You’re the best. You know that?” You asked, taking a deep breath. Gokudera started on your mid back, stopping a minute to take a drag. Gokudera blushed a little, running his hand through his hair.

“I really love you.” You murmured, feeling his hands work magic on your back. He stopped for a moment, running his hand down the length of your spine.

“You, too.” Gokudera said, his hands still on your back. You had a goofy smile on your face and buried it into the pillow.

“Do you think you get me an extra pillow for my boobs?” You asked. Gokudera quickly grabbed his own pillow and helped you put it underneath your chest.

“Next time I won’t be as rough with them.” Gokudera said, rubbing your back.

“Thank you.” You smiled.

anonymous asked:

Could you write something dark and a little angsty for Xanxus and Squalo? Like their s/o needs a heart transplant and they're going to get one, by any means necessary. (Haha sorry it's super specific)

//Nah be as specific as you want I really don’t mind. Squalo’s turned out longer than expected and Xaxnus’s shorter than I expected//

//On a side note: a heart transplant surgery requires approximately 4 hours//


5 hours left…

It was after a raid. A raid in which he once held great pride over.

It was an assassination of a alcohol company - which in itself wouldn’t have been notable, but this time it was a special sort of mission commissioned by the scum of a boss, Sawada Tsunayoshi, himself. Not that Xanxus really listened to him, he would’ve gone after the target anyways. After all, any rats tainting the Vongola name must be exterminated.

He got the general gist of what they stole: a powerful formula to disable the circulatory system. Turns out they’ve been planning to sneak it through the border in one of their branded wine barrels.

Time, location, numbers, and percentage - it’s all he needed. Scum was scum no matter what they stole. It didn’t matter to him.

Later that week, Squalo and the men he deployed came back with crates full of tequila and bourbon.

He barely lost any of his men (not that he cared as much - anything was better to get Squalo over his bitching), the mission succeeded within the calculated time, got rid of the rats and more, the worst injury the Varia dealt was an amputated leg, and the best part of all, he barely had to get off his ass.

And he had you to thank for it.

Not that he would admit it outright of course. But being the newest member of the Varia Elite, you took over as Squalo’s other half in battle; a competent leader with sharp instincts. Ever since you came, the rate of successful missions went up by four percent and well, let’s just say missions weren’t the only thing you succeeded at.

It was no secret you and Xanxus were in some sort of physical and emotional bond. It wasn’t a normal “relationship” per say but at least he actually gave a damn about you.

So to celebrate, Xanxus took you out on a nice date (which never happened to hookers or escorts he brought home before you).

That night, you confessed going steady.

“Let’s stop beating around the bush like some Disney rom-com. I like you Xanxus. More than just a fuck buddy- err… fuck subordinate?”

That night, you felt like you heart stopped when he said “yes”.

“I wouldn’t have taken scum out on a fucking date, idiot. You were mine to begin with.”

“Well, aren’t you prince charming?”

“Shut the fuck up and drink your wine. I’m giving you time until I finish this bottle. I’ve been dying to fuck your over my-.”

“Dammit Xanxus we’re in public.”

That night, you mumbled the sweetest words in his ears.

That night, you kissed him like it was your last.

That night, you were embraced by his warmth and love.

That night, you slept together.

That night, you never woke up.

Xanxus was greeted with your cold and unmoving body - the first thought he had was to quickly grab his guns and shoot the bastard who killed you. But after he sensed he was alone, he quickly grabbed you and hunted down Lussuria.

Turns out the raid you led wasn’t as successful as he initially thought. The worst immediate injury was an amputated leg. The worst, torturous injury was a biochemical pathogen from the small cut on your leg.

He had so little time - having not noticed you were slowly decaying from the inside out all night. And even less time when he went on a rampage trying to kill anything to sate his wrath. Squalo eventually shook him out of it when he said you needed a heart transplant now or else.

4 hours left…

Turns out, he couldn’t find a single donor or sacrifice that was compatible with you. And your breath was already fleeting by the second. Your skin was paling, a patchwork of purple and blue from your corroded flames. Spasms, foaming, and speech inability.

It sickened him to see you like this. He felt so powerless. It was like being encapsulated in that fucking ice again. Awake but unable to act.

3 hours, 59 minutes left…

Eventually he did find one. One in his immediate vicinity that was guaranteed at least 99% of your survival. Time was ticking and he had to make a choice. It was either you-

3 hours, 58 minutes left…

- or one of his most loyal men -

3 hours, 57 minutes left…

Superbi Squalo.


You weren’t exactly the most physically strong, nor were you psychologically. So it was a wonder why you ever betrothed a man that required both. It was a taxing relationship, sure, but you loved your prideful little shark. Despite his profession, he was one of the most respectful individual you’ve ever met. He was protective but not possessive. He was constantly on edge and stressed from work yet always made time for you. He gave you his loyalty and love, which you returned with equal, if not more, ardor.

His favourite place to spend time with you was your in your family’s cafe. Good coffee, wine, desserts, and company. What more could he want? It was also there that he first met you. You weren’t a civilian to say, but you definitely weren’t involved in the mafia completely either. So when you saw his bloodied and ragged half-dead body in the back alleyway of your family’s shop, you hid and nursed him back to health. He wasn’t exactly the picture-perfect guest with his incessant screaming and refusal to accept aid but you somehow managed to come to an agreement when you told him he wasn’t indebted to you.

(You later found out it was because he didn’t want to endanger you or your family because of your kindness.)

Not that he agreed before he left. After a couple months of absence, Squalo suddenly showed up to your doorstep, in guise of wanting to “pay off his debt”. Your family took him in with open arms; your mother always waggling her eyebrows at you whenever you were alone with him and your father patting him on the back after protecting the store from some spiteful reviewers.

Your relationship followed naturally after that. You sought his respectable and sometimes adorable demeanor and he sought after your solace in contrast to his cruel world.

What he should’ve expected was that cruel world following his trail.

It was the a chilly fall day. He was heading over to the cafe after his meeting with an allied famiglia took longer than he expected. In his pocket was a wedding ring. Not one for dramatics, he already confessed that he’d propose to you sometime in the near future and you already said yes.

Squalo knew not to fall in love, to allow his loyalty to split between the man he’d follow til death and the woman he’d love until death did you part. He also knew the innate dangers that would follow you and yet you still agreed. He told you about everything - the stress, dangers, betrayal, trust - it wasn’t like he wanted to deter you away from him but he needed to.

Despite all that, you still remained loyal.

Too bad that loyalty costed you your life.

He heard gunshots and screaming from your direction.

He rushed over as fast as he could.

But it was too late.

The windows were shattered, civiliians ran, and the gunner shot himself. In the middle was you - bloodied and just barely hanging on the last thread of life with your parents desperately trying to reach the paramedics.

Squalo’s heart cracked and steeled, calling Lussuria and Mammon on the phone. Deaths weren’t uncommon, hell, being in the Varia meant facing certain doom on the daily. But seeing to someone he cared for like this? …resurfaced painful memories.

You were rushed to the mafia’s top private medics while your parents wept silently in the waiting room. Squalo blamed himself, he blamed the damn meeting, and the damn gunner. But he had to stay calm - if not for himself, for you and your parents.

When news came that you needed a heart transplant, he his heart nearly split in two. He knew from experience how fucking painful a heart transplant was. There wasn’t even a word to describe the sensation. But above all else, he knew that a compatible donor was extremely difficult to find.

And lo and behold, there were no donors in the vicinity.

You only had a couple hours left. Time was ticking.

He had to make a split second decision.

No donors, but two sacrifices.

He ground his teeth together, knowing that you could never forgive him after this - he wouldn’t either.

He steeled his heart, and made sure his blade was sharpened. It was. It always was.

He loomed over the crying pair.

He whispered sweet nothings to your parents, reassuring your survival.

They tried to smile and comfort him as well through the salty tears and hoarse wails.

He steeled his heart.

To save you.

The Pride of Namimori

A.N - For the Fandom Bingo card spot 3-2; ‘Xanxus’. 

Xanxus knows when his mother calls the old man that he isn’t the man’s son. He knows before even. His mother has had many johns over the years, some better than others, but none of them looked like the old man, either younger or in his current state.

The old man, Xanxus sees, knows it too. But he’s humoring them, right up until Xanxus shows him his Flames. And then it isn’t humor that guides him, but interest.

The man wraps his scarf (warm, smelling of cologne and burning wood) around Xanxus. “Yes,” he murmurs, a lie to comfort a dying woman even as his eyes examine Xanxus like a horse at market, “Yes, he is my son.”


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It Takes a Village (Part 2)

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Check It Takes a Village AU tag for more of this universe 

This got even more requests for expansion. Ahaha. So yeah have some headcanons regarding this universe. I may write a sequel, but not today and not soon. 

  • Tsuna is five when he wanders off one day and comes back home with Hayato.
  • Iemitsu of course has no problem letting Hayato stay. He doesn’t even question where Hayato had came from. (Everyone else is properly horrified). 
  • Lal still isn’t paid enough to deal with this.
  • Out of necessity, Lal and Reborn band together as the only sane people who, despite being ASSASSINS with little knowledge about children, they are apparently the only sane people when it comes to dealing with Tsunayoshi. 
  • Telling Iemitsu no is a trial. 
  • Making sure he listens is another.
  • Iemitsu may have rented out an amusement park for Tsunayoshi’s sixth birthday. 
  • He may have hired Super Sentai actors to come to Italy to put on a private show. 
  • Lal turned to Viper in desperation to keep the CEDEF’s budget balanced and alive. 
  • Viper was originally going to charge an arm and leg for their services. After awhile though, it became a challenge, then an insult to their skills. They do it for free while trying to find loopholes over Iemitsu’s silly spending. 
  • Dino is instantly smitten by Tsuna and proclaims Tsuna to be his little bro. Xanxus is jealous. (Totally absolutely jealous.) 
  • All the games Reborn plays with Tsunayoshi are laying down the foundation of future training. 
  • Nono always treats Tsunayoshi for his favorites desserts. 
  • Federico is a bad influence and the reason why Tsunayoshi masters sneaking away from his babysitters/bodyguards. 
  • Verde fell under Tsuna’s spell and Natsu may have been created earlier than expected
  • That made Verde Tsuna’s favorite for months. 
  • He lorded it over Reborn and Xanxus in particular. 
  • It’s the first time Reborn and Xanxus agreed to set aside their differences and work on taking Verde down. 
  • One day, Tsuna latches on the Vongola Sky Ring and out pops out Giotto, stunned that he had been summoned. 
  • Everyone else is too busy panicking that somehow Tsunayoshi managed to summon Primo from the ring. 
  • Enrico doesn’t know how to feel. On one hand it’s always been expected that he would inherit from his father. On the other hand, Tsunayoshi summoned Primo. 
  • Lal wonders when it’s going to occur to Reborn that he is for all intents and purposes apart of Vongola now. His constant returns to ‘play’ with Tsunayoshi all but ensures his alliance. 
  • Reborn totally knows he’s wrapped around Tsuna’s little fingers. 
  • He should be annoyed by it, but watching the chaos Tsuna causes as it unfolds is kinda amazing. 
Giotto is Decimo AU

This is an AU where Giotto is Nono’s son (he takes Federico’s place)

Enrico and Massimo die as in canon and Giotto is made Vongola Decimo when he’s 20, their father retiring in his grief.

Xanxus is still adopted but he and Giotto actually get along fairly well, even if Giotto is a bit overprotective at times.

Iemitsu is their Japanese cousin and when Giotto goes to Japan to inspect Vongola business he meets Nana (Iemitsu’s girlfriend) and her older sister Naomi. Naomi is basically a more mature, snarkier version of Nana. (I only created her because I really can’t see Nana and Giotto together)

Giotto and Naomi fall in love, get married and have Tsunayoshi.

Except, Naomi is killed while pregnant with Tsuna, Elena, who became good friends with her, throws herself in front of Naomi and manages to save little Tsuna by covering Naomi’s middle section with her body. Elena becomes incapacitated from the waist down because of this but doesn’t die.

Tsuna is born via C-section when he was only seven months in. So he must stay in the hospital in incubation for a while. Giotto calls him Tsunayoshi in honor of his mother and so that he doesn’t forget his heritage and pretty much lives in the hospital until Tsuna is strong enough to leave.

Giotto is eternally grateful to Elena, who risked her life and lost the use of her lower body completely, including her ability to have children. Elena is made Tsuna’s godmother with G as his godfather. Elena and Daemon are married by the way.

Of course, the family that killed Naomi is destroyed afterwards.

A couple of years later, G receives a call from a hospital in northern Italy, because he’s listed as next-of-kin for Lavina Gokudera, his younger sister. When he arrives she has already died from the wounds received in the car crash she was in, her young son Hayato is left an orphan and no one knows who the father is. G hadn’t even known she had a son, but as his only known relative G has to take Hayato in. (Btw G’s name is Giovanni Gokudera but he hates it so G it is)

So Hayato and Tsuna grow up more or less as brothers.

Then the Vongola move in to take out the Estraneo famiglia, eventually finding Mukuro, Chikusa and Ken. This was after they were experimented on, but before Mukuro goes on a rampage. So, as the resident Mist, Daemon has to train Mukuro in controlling his abilities, that was supposed to be it, but Elena decides to adopt the three of them instead and since Daemon can’t say no to her, that’s what happens.

A few years later, Daemon goes to Japan on a mission and Mukuro tags along. They return with a wisp of a girl clutching onto Mukuro’s hand for dear life and Elena cheerfully adopts her too, so Chrome joins the family.

Ugetsu has a brother named Tsuyoshi, who retired from mafia life, married, changed his name to Yamamoto and opened his own restaurant. Tsuyoshi has a son, Takeshi, who loves baseball. But, at one point Takeshi attempts suicide and almost succeeds, so Tsuyoshi sends Takeshi to his uncle in Italy, with the hope that a new environment will help him out.

This Takeshi is a little darker than canon, at least at first, but eventually Tsuna drags him into his orbit and Takeshi ends up becoming more or less like canon, though a little more ruthless and likely to fall into “natural-born-assassin” mode.

At some point, Alaude’s Chinese cousin calls in a favor, because her Cloud-aligned son is out of control and needs someone he can respect in his life, and Fon is really not helping so please come? Which leads to Alaude taking trips to Japan to deal with his little cousin, Hibari Kyouya and in the summer Hibari comes to the mansion to spar with Alaude, Giotto and basically anyone that he thinks is strong and who don’t mind indulging him. He still hasn’t managed to get Xanxus to take him seriously and he hates it.

Tsuna somehow drags him into his orbit as well.

While all this is happening, Knuckle, who in this AU is a doctor and not a priest because it makes more sense for this time period, is working with Doctors without Borders and coming in and out of the Vongola mansion at all times. He fell in love and married a cute Japanese doctor and they have two children, Ryohei and Kyoko, who spend half their time in Japan with their mother’s family and half their time in Italy with the Vongola.

Ryohei was in Tsuna’s orbit before there was an orbit to be in. He’s Tsuna’s and Hayato’s slightly annoying older brother figure. Tsuna doesn’t have a crush in Kyoko because she’s more of a sister figure than anything else.

As for Lambo, basically Lampo couldn’t keep it in his pants and the mother had better things to do than raise a child so she dumped him on his father and disappeared. This Lambo is less annoying than canon because he grew up loved, cherished and given good discipline. Though since he’s the baby of the family more than a few people tend to spoil him when no one is looking. And the little brat knows exactly who can be convinced into giving him what he wants with a well-placed word and a puppy look.

The Varia are pretty much the same as canon, with Xanxus at the head and Squalo as his second. There was no cradle affair, because even though Xanxus is still adopted, Giotto is a respectable boss and he treats Xanxus as his adorable grumpy little brother even when Xanxus doesn’t want him to. Xanxus is still angry with his father though and everyone is careful not to leave them alone in the same room.

Changing the Mafia is Giotto’s dream, though Tsuna is eager to continue the work once he ascends as Undicesimo.

This is a happy AU so there’s no Arcobaleno curse. Reborn, Fon and company are all adults around Giotto’s age.

Reborn is still the greatest hitman in the world, and while he thinks Giotto’s dream is nice and all, he’s not really holding his breath for it. Though he is contracted to tutor Tsuna and his friends at some point.

Fon is still part of the triads but is trying his best to get out so that his daughter I-pin doesn’t have to suffer the same fate as him. His sister is Hibari’s mother.

Aria is the head of the Giglio Nero family and recently gave birth to Uni. Luce has retired from running the family, though she still attends social events and gossips like no one’s business. (sorry I just like Aria more than I like Luce so Aria gets to share generation with Giotto and co)

Skull is a famous stuntman and never even heard of the mafia.

Lal and Collonello are still in the military, and not involved with the mafia in any way.

Verde is researching flames because they are fascinating, so he has some contact with the mafia though he is not part of it.

Mammon/Viper is in the Varia and since Xanxus pays well, will be there for the foreseeable future.

Other details:

Bianchi runs away from home and starts her life as freelance hitman under Reborn’s tutelage. When she meets the Vongola, G has to make a double take because she shares a lot of similarities with Hayato. This makes him start to suspect who Hayato’s father is, though since he doesn’t care for the DiCastello boss, he does nothing and pretends that Bianchi and Hayato don’t look a thing like each other.

Knuckle deeply dislikes Shamal, since he sees the use of the mosquitoes and his work as an assassin as the worse kind of violation of the Hippocratic Oath.

Fuuta still runs away towards Tsuna, who is still the “number one incapable of refusing a request” person in the mafia, and becomes a ward of the Vongola.

Dino worships the ground Giotto walks in and wants to be just like him so badly. Giotto is equal parts confused, flattered and horrified by this. Dino sort of gets over it after Reborn’s training but he still has his moments of… well, fangirling over Giotto and how awesome a boss he is.

So yeah… that’s all I have for now.


“ Fave way to cuddle their s/o, with the Varia + Gokudera? (So happy you started this blog!) ” - Anonymous

I’m glad that you are, dear~


[ For those that don’t really understand it, this nickname is actually from Avatar: The Last Airbender. o: ]

Gokudera: The Heartfelt Headlock

Gokudera isn’t really the type to cuddle because he finds all the positions to be very uncomfortable. But that doesn’t mean that he’s against the idea of cuddling entirely. The only time you’ll ever get to cuddle with him is when you’re about to go to sleep, when you’re severely upset about something and he doesn’t know what to do to calm you down, or when you’re sick or injured. Other than that, cuddling is out of the question. Although, Gokudera’s favorite cuddling position would be the ‘Heartfelt Headlock’. This position usually requires the two of you to lie on your stomachs while facing each other, with your head buried into the crook of Gokudera’s arm, or vice versa. It provides a sense of security and comfort for the Hurricane Bomb. This position also allows him to look at your face whenever he wakes up before you, and sometimes prevent you from getting out of bed; it also allows the two of you to share body heat in the middle of winter.

Xanxus: The Big Spoon

Xanxus also isn’t very big on cuddling. There is only one position he likes to cuddle in, and that would be the 'Big Spoon’, in which the two of you lie on your sides while facing the same direction, curled up into the contours of each others’ bodies as if two spoons have been placed together. Of course, Xanxus prefers to be the big spoon, and will not tolerate being the little spoon. Ever. This position is his favorite one because he’s a very hot natured person, and, you guessed it, gets extremely hot, extremely fast; being the big spoon allows him to throw the comforter off him without waking you up, and thus remain cool during the night as well as sleep with his arms around you. The Varia boss is also a very physical type of man, so whenever you go to sleep in that position, be prepared to wake up with something hard pressing against your lower back or buttox. It also puts the two of you in the perfect position for a little morning sex, since Xanxus prefers to sleep in the nude (he claims that clothes are too restricting to sleep in) and practically forces you to sleep naked as well.

Squalo: The Lap Pillow

Squalo’s favorite cuddling position would be the 'Lap Pillow’, in which you sit on the far right side or the far left side of the couch (or sometimes, the bed) and he stretches out across the whole thing with his head placed in your lap. Sometimes, he’ll wrap his arms around your thighs or hold one of your hands while you use your other hand to run your fingers through his long, silver hair. Squalo finds you raking your fingers through his hair to be extremely relaxing; especially since the scalp is jam packed with pleasure sensing nerves, and you playing with his hair stimulates these specific nerves. Also, it has been scientifically proven that men’s ears are extremely sensitive to the touch, which adds to the pleasurable and relaxing sensation. Usually when his fingers are intertwined with yours, he’ll bring your hand to his lips and kiss the back of it and then each of your fingers, before leaning up just enough to place a chaste kiss on your lips. Squalo loves to cuddle in this position whenever the two of you are binge watching television series or movies, and on occasion will switch it up so that you are the one lying your head in his lap. 

Belphegor: The Backwards Hug

Bel’s favorite position would be the 'Backwards Hug’, in which he sits down and has you sit down in between his legs with his arms wrapped around either your shoulders or your waist. He usually rests his chin on the top of your head whenever the two of you are in this position, and sometimes whispers things in your ear whenever he’s feeling up to doing the do. This position gives him perfect access to your entire body if positioned right. He has a habit of holding you tightly so that you can’t move or get up, and refuses to let you go even when you have to go to the bathroom. Usually you have to force him to let go, but it’s no easy task since he’ll sometimes wrap his legs around your hips to prevent you from standing up. This position gives you a sense of security and allows Bel to breathe a sigh of relief, because during the time he is holding you in his arms, he knows for certain that you are safe. Another reason that Bel likes this position is because he loves the smell of the shampoo / conditioner / body wash that you use.

Levi: The Sitting Cuddle

Levi too is not a big fan of cuddling, especially when he’s trying to sleep. Usually, the only position he feels comfortable with is the 'Sitting Cuddle’, in which you sit on his lap or straddle his waist, with both his arms wrapped tightly around your mid-section while yours are wrapped around his neck or your hands placed on his shoulders / chest. When the two of you aren’t facing each other in this position, you usually grab hold of his hands / wrists while pressing your back against his chest. There have been a few occasions where your 'roles’ in this position have changed, in which Levi is the one sitting on your lap, although this only ever happens whenever he’s had a couple of drinks. Levi likes this position mainly because it seems to send a message to others that you two are happy together, and that you belong to him. 

Lussuria: The Honeymoon Hug

The flamboyant Varia officer enjoys every single cuddling position known to man, so long as it allows him to hold you and press you against his chest. His absolute favorite position would be the 'Honeymoon Hug’, in which the two of you are lying down and face each other while on your sides. Lussuria wraps his arms around you as if he is hugging you and pulls you close to his body, pressing your head against his chest while placing his chin on the top of your head. You usually do the same, but there have been a few occasions where you have had to actually push him away because it was too damn hot to cuddle. This position gives both Lussuria and you a sense of peace and tranquility, as if all is right in the world and all your worries just melted away. Sometimes, the two of you switch so that Lussuria is the one with his face pressed against your chest, but this only happens whenever he’s upset about something and needs to be comforted by someone he cares about - you.

Adult!Mammon / Adult!Viper: The Sweetheart’s Cradle

While cursed, Mammon greatly enjoys the cuddling position, the 'Sweetheart’s Cradle’. This position is where you basically hold his tiny body against your chest with both arms wrapped around him, the way someone would hold a baby or a toddler. He usually likes to cuddle like this when the two of you decide to go to sleep. Mammon has you lie on your back while he lies on your chest, with one of your hands on his back to make sure he doesn’t accidentally fall off or you don’t roll over and accidentally crush his small body. In his uncursed form, the position remains the same. This position gives him perfect access to some of your most sensitive areas (nipples), although now it wouldn’t be as awkward for him to make a move whenever he’s in the mood. Whenever he does make a move, Mammon has a habit of lightly biting the side of your breast or nipple. 

Fran: The Nuzzle Cuddle

Fran doesn’t really like, or dislike cuddling. He doesn’t care whether or not the two of you cuddle, but when you do, his favorite position would be the 'Nuzzle Cuddle’. This position is when one of you lies on top of the other with your legs intertwined, hands placed on top of the others’ chest in between your two bodies, and your face pressed into the nook of the others’ neck. Usually, you are the one on top, but sometimes Fran will switch it up if he’s feeling a little frisky; this position gives him perfect access to your neck, and it allows him to easily hold you down whenever he decides to tickle the fuck out of you just for the hell of it. This position also provides both you and Fran with the awareness of mutual love. 

angst prompt: Xanxus’ s/o learning he doesn’t love their child as much as he loves them, and would sacrifice their kid in an instant to save his wife. He is completely unapologetic about it

It had happened too fast for you to fight back. You weren’t used to dealing with cowards that skulked in the shadows, so when you turned a corner and the hand came over your mouth there wasn’t much you could do. You struggled, but nothing was getting you out of that monster grip. You wouldn’t have been so angry, if they hadn’t brought your son into this.

They dragged you out of your house and to some shitty warehouse in the middle of fuck all and you had no idea where you were or what they wanted. They hadn’t said anything as they threw you pretty rudely into this empty, dank room and locked the door. But the worst part of picking yourself up off the cold stone floor was seeing your eight year old son run over to you and hug you. What was he doing here? What did they want with him? They could take you, kill you, rape you, you didn’t care, but he had done nothing wrong! He shouldn’t be here! He was your precious beautiful son and why him too? You wanted to cry, could feel the tears budding at the corners of your eyes, but you couldn’t. You had to remain strong for him. He couldn’t see you break down.

You held him in your lap while you sat and waited. There was nothing you could do but bide your time and wait for the perfect chance to escape. You knew Xanxus would be doing everything he could to find the two of you, but you weren’t going to hold out hope. You trusted him and his strength but you needed to think only of yourself and your son now. You needed to be ready to fight if you necessary.

You knew if you were smart you’d wait, you’d learn more about the situation and who the enemies were, but you were panicked. You could think of nothing but getting out of here. So when you heard footsteps in the corridor you didn’t decide to sit and see what they wanted. If you had been alone you would have let them come in, say what they needed, do what they wanted (to a degree) and then when the moment was perfect, strike. But no. You couldn’t do that.

So you motioned for your son to be quiet and stood beside the door, pressed tight against the wall. And when you heard the click of the lock and the slow slide of the door, you pounced. A split second to look over your opponent and you were grabbing the knife from his belt and aiming the blade for his throat. He was too surprised. He wasn’t expecting a stupid woman to fight back, and it slid easily into his throat. Feeling the blade skid against his spine made you cringe a bit, but it didn’t matter.

The man grasped at his throat, feebly trying to stanch the flow of blood, to no avail. He couldn’t even cry out for help when he collapsed to the floor in a heap. You didn’t even wait for him to die before you started rifling through his pockets. It doesn’t take long for that kind of wound to bleed out, so he was dead by the time you came up empty. So you had a knife, and the pistol he had been holding. Believe it or not, the stupid fuck only had one clip of ammo too, so all you had to work with was eight bullets.

You called out to your son, sitting with his eyes squeezed shut. He slowly opened them, pointedly not looking at the body at your feet. “Come on,” you said, “and stay quiet.”

It was probably the first time he’d seen a dead body. He knew who his parents were, knew what Xanxus did, and he understood he was apart of the mafia, but he’d never seen it up close. You’d tried to shield him from the real aspect of death and killing as much as you could, though he’d had a bit of combat training already. It probably hadn’t clicked in his mind yet exactly what it all meant. You hadn’t wanted to expose him to it so young, but you weren’t going to sit like a damsel and wait for your husband to come get you.

You kept low, kept your ears open as you tried to find your way out of this shithole. You kept your son close, and though you knew you shouldn’t divide your attention you kept glancing back to make sure he was still there. You almost sighed with relief every time he grabbed onto your sleeve. It was surprisingly very easy to navigate. This place didn’t seem to be very well defended, with only two people crossing your path over ten minutes of sneaking around. And you’d been able to hide and wait for them to pass. Whoever these people were, you assumed they were little guys trying to make a name for themselves by fucking around with the big guys. And kidnapping and threatening the lives of the leader of the Varia’s wife and son, that was pretty big news.

When you opened that last door and were met with the outdoors, you felt your heart hammering so loud you could practically hear it. But that shout made it all come crashing down.

“Move another fucking step and I’ll blow your brains out.”

You pushed your son behind you, with the big world at your back, and found four guns pointed at your head. You didn’t hesitate. With one rough shove you pushed your kid back. “Go.”

“No mom, I can’t leave you!”

“Don’t argue with me. Get out of here. Now.”

You knew you were going to die. No chance for any different. You wouldn’t flee with him. If you did they’d shoot at your backs and they might hit your son. And he was a good kid. He didn’t argue anymore. He turned and ran, and one of the guys scowled and moved to chase. You closed the door and drew your own stolen gun, and he stopped and backed up.

“Dumb bitch. Waste her and get the kid,” were the orders.

You shot first, hoping to get one at least, but before their bullets could find their marks you felt someone shove you hard to the floor. It knocked your breath away, and you struggled to get the air back into your lungs. When you looked up they were already all dead, more bullet wounds in their steaming corpses than you remembered ever hearing.

When you looked up you saw Xanxus scowling down at the bodies. You pushed yourself back to your feet, wobbling a bit as you stood. When he turned to you you could see how furious he was by the fire in his eyes. You didn’t know that that anger was partially directed at you till he stomped over, voice echoing off the walls as he shouted, “What the fuck were you thinking?”

“I don’t know,” you murmured, looking down at your feet. You knew it was stupid, being so ready to die like that, but you would do it again. You needed to protect your son. His safety always came first.

“You should’ve waited for me!” he growled, his shoes coming into view as he stopped directly in front of you. You could almost feel his breath on your hair from how close he was standing.

“I wanted to get (son’s name) out of there as soon as possible,” you responded, finally looking up at him. He was closer than you’d thought, and you found yourself practically nose to nose with him.

“Who fucking cares? You should be putting yourself first anyway! What do you think I’d do without you?”

You didn’t really know how to respond to that, so you didn’t, averting your eyes instead. You were about to ask if your guys’ kid was okay, if he’d seen them before charging in here, but before you could Xanxus tilted your head up and kissed you hard, an arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you even closer. Usually you’d lose yourself in him, let him throw you against the wall in this shitty, corpse filled warehouse and fuck you right then. But you couldn’t, you needed to make sure your son was okay. If you just knew that he was safe, that Xanxus or another of the Varia had found him and taken him to safety, you’d be fine. But you had to know.

You pressed your hands against his chest, leaning away as far as you could while still trapped in his tight embrace. He tried to follow your lips but you tilted your head away, and you could hear the edge in his voice when he said, “What?”

“Is (son’s name) okay? Did you see him? Is he safe?”

“He’s fucking fine. The idiot shark’s got him. _________, do you even understand what you did? You were planning to die. And for fucking what? If I hadn’t showed up right then you’d be lying dead. You’re more important to me than anything, and you’d have left me all alone with that stupid fucking kid with the same eyes as you and reminding me every fucking day you’re not here anymore!”

“Xanxus, what are you saying? Our son always comes first. He should always come first.”

“If we want another kid, we can have one. You’re the only _________ there is.”

It was like thorns squeezing your chest, almost like panic spreading through your veins. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, didn’t understand that it could possibly be real. How could he not care for their son more than anything? The son they’d raised for eight years, that they’d loved and cared for, how could Xanxus possibly feel like he was expendable? There would never be another like him. He was the only one in the world, their first child together. How could he care so little?

“Xanxus, do you care for (son’s name) at all?” you asked, incredulous.

“Of course I do. But I care about you more. What’s so fucking wrong with that? You make me happier than anyone ever has, so of course I’ll pick you over my stupid kid.”

“He’s supposed to come first! Eight years of raising and you’d throw it all away? He’s your heir, at the least, shouldn’t he be more important?”

“Oi, why are you so adamant about this? I don’t fucking care if he’s my heir or not. I don’t care if you’d hate me for choosing you over him, I love you more and that’s the end of it, so shut up about it.”

Before you could answer he finally managed to find your lips again, pushing you back up against the wall as his hands came to unbutton your jeans. You weren’t aroused in the slightest, and you pulled away again, placing your hands on his forearms to stop him. “Xanxus, can we go home first? I… want a shower.”

You could see the frown on his face, but he pulled his hands away regardless. He took a half step back, and you thought he was gonna walk away but instead his hand slammed against the wall beside your head, and he leaned in till his breath was hot against your cheek. “If you think you’re gonna take that kid and run away from me, don’t. You’re mine. I’ll protect that cunt kid of ours just like I always have. But if you get yourself into this situation again, I will sacrifice anything to make sure you’re safe.”

pajamapatty  asked:

Umm, if you're still taking prompts, maybe a drabble of little baby Xanxus in the Cat's Paw AU?

Alright so I tried my best but Enrico babbles okay? But bitty Xanxus is adorable and Enrico is only slightly panicked by the fact that his newest baby brother has turned into a stroppy kitten. Go read CAT’S PAWS, CHAPTER TWO to learn more. XP

“Stop laughing…”

“Oh, is Mini-Ricardo ordering us? You’re not the boss yet little brother!”


“Xanxus…? H-Hey…”

“What are you-? Put those flames away-!”


“Die, trash.”

And from that day onward, Enrico, Massimo, and Federico learned Xanxus’s tiny wrath was not something to mess with.

Also property damage caused by a small child was nothing to laugh at. Bless Nono’s soul.

My lame attempt at a family fluff moment

An idea inspired by an ask from @nsfwreborn

(Also I heard you were stressed so please take my lil’ doot of Xanxus as something that’ll hopefully help)

Little Tsuna Makes Friends with Scary People AU

AU where Arco curse doesn’t happen and a year before the Cradle Affair Iemitsu loses Tsuna in Italy thus leading to Tsuna finding the Arcobaleno and Varia. He bonds with both groups and shenanigans ensue (Nono doesn’t know whether to despair or be happy that his son no longer hates him)

If there was no curse, the Arcobaleno would be pretty old. Plus, I don’t really know how you’d get them all together. Maybe it’s best to just stick with the Varia for this one? .-.

Just imagine little Tsuna’s adventures with the Varia, though…

Little Tsuna calling Bel ‘Hime-sama’, and Bel being super frustrated because on one hand, he’s a prince, but on the other, someone’s finally taking him seriously. Lussuria trying to convince the others to adopt little Tsuna. Little Tsuna comforting Levi about his status as a butt-monkey. Little Tsuna offering to braid Squalo’s hair, which Squalo turns out to adore, but no one’s offered to do it since his mother and older sisters passed away/were killed/something and he felt awkward about asking. Little Tsuna giving Xanxus a warm, friendly hug, because he felt he really needed one, and Xanxus just not computing and eventually maybe crying a little because no one should be deprived of hugs for a long time ok. Mammon watching from the sidelines, totally resigned. The Varia actually trying to adopt little Tsuna.

i have a lot of feelings about Varia-Tsuna interactions ok

i need a minute

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