the back if hayato's head

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.

daystar8  asked:

Fic title ask: Prince of Hearts

“Tsuna-sama! Look at this!” Hayato said, running over waving his tablet. He loaded up the video. 

There on the screen was petite male with brown wearing a sailor fuku fighting against an orange red monster. “IN THE NAME OF LOVE I WILL PUNISH YOU!” 

The monster burst into ball of fire, disintegrating into ash. 

“Prince is so cool,” Hayato swooned. “Not as cool as you, Tsuna-sama. Don’t worry! I will remain your faithful servant! Oh that reminds me, I must fetch your lunch!” 

“Wait Hayato-!” Tsuna said, calling after his friend. Hayato hadn’t heard him and Tsuna sat back down, burying his head in his hands. 

It was official. Hayato could never find out that Tsuna was really a magical boy, Prince of Love. Tsuna would never live it down.

MAGICAL GIRL!AU. Because I don’t write enough crossdressing for justice. 

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crystal gems ☆彡★彡☆彡★彡☆⌒(ʃƪ^∇゜)

last week’s stevenbomb had a big impact on me ok like I drew this crossover/au all over my twitter