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animeyanderelover · 11 months ago

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Can I have headcanons with pregnant reader, please? With Alucard and Captain from Hellsing, Gojo and Sukuna from JJK, Meruem from HxH, Sawada Tsunayoshi and Byakuran from KHR.

I already did Pregnancy Hc's with Gojo before.

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional mindset, stalking, clinginess, isolation, forced pregnancy, inhuman pregnancy, cannibalism, afab reader, birth

Tags: @jamayah @chxxz @leveyani @cynniical @shenryu-sama

Pregnancy Hc's

Meruem

👑Meruem's circumstances of birth were rather unique, even for a Chimera Ant. Born prematurely by forcing himself out of the amniotic sac, he already had everything needed to conquer his new territory. He truly is the born king with his powers and the frightening intellect to match that as he possesses a high learning ability and continues even today to only grow stronger with each passing day. He is the King and he was born with the mindset of one, indeed the perfect offspring his mother had hoped him to be. As much as he sees himself as the superior being who stands above everyone else, nature has a force even he can't control as his biology eventually catches up to him. As a King he has a duty to breed and it is an instinct deeply woved within his DNA. It is this primal need that calls out to him when he names you as his mate, as unfitting as someone like Pouf sees you. What could you possibly give the King after all, a mere servant in the Royal Palace who Meruem spared for reason now obvious? There is some consideration Meruem gives you though as he informs you of the nature of his kind and that both of you have a duty to fulfill.

👑The news of your pregnancy are of no surprise to the handful of people allowed to be even within vicinity of you. Meruem's mood has been highly sexual since a while now, his tail always flicking around as soon as he can sense you and most of his time spent with you in the private chambers. All Royal Guards sense the tiny presence within you and instantly their duty to guard you heightens. Even Shaiapouf, the one who dislikes you the most, finds himself acting on his instincts to protect the next heir. The situation is rather unique again though as everyone wonders how this will play out. You are a mere human whilst Meruem is biological perfection. His own birth was nothing like what a regular human pregnancy would have looked like and there is some tension as no one can exactly help themselves from wondering what would happen if the fetus would have a similar development as he had. The primary medic assigned to you is Pitou with their Nen-ability but as they are still a Chimera Ant, Meruem sends for a human doctor who has lots of experience with human pregnancy. Their company will be needed for as long as it takes and if they want to leave alive, they better be useful.

👑Meruem learns quickly from the information the doctor shakily tells him, memorising and understanding the human anatomy within only a little time as he also reads books on it. There is an undeniable fascination when he approaches you after everything has been learned, clearly sensing the presence you carry inside of you. He has always been someone who has preferred you within sight to satiate his possessive desires but his need to have you with him increases now that you carry his offspring. There are only few inches of distance between the two of you as you have to accompany him wherever he goes. His tail likes to be wrapped around your form as it eases his mind and you remember clearly how he has used the very same tail to behead others as if it were nothing which always puts your nerves a bit on edge when you feel it around your body. Only Komugi is allowed to spend time with you next to the Royal Guards as her presence has always eased your mind a bit as she is the only human you know of. She can soothe your mind in ways Meruem can't as she expresses her congratulations when she finds out whilst still reassuring you when you tell her about your worries.

👑Time tells quickly that whilst there is a bigger resemblance to a human pregnancy as you nurture his heir in your womb, his genes are still having a visible effect in the development of the baby. It grows rather fast as everyone of the Royal Guards and the King can tell that the presence grows stronger and larger every day. It is rather demanding on your body as the little one demands lots of nutrition and energy which increases your hunger significantly. You feel ravenous nearly all of the time as Meruem sees it through that you receive whatever you are craving to ensure that your body remains strong and healthy enough to care for his offpsring as well as for yourself. Even human flesh is served to you, the only time where you find yourself hesitating, shaking your head as you push the plate away. It isn't hard to see through you though. You are clearly desiring to taste the bloody, raw flesh of your own kind yet your consciousness holds you back. You're rather stubborn as he tries to reason with you that it is the desire of the offspring urging you to feed on your own kind and that you need the nutrition which ultimately leads him to force you to devour the human flesh.

👑Your consciousness struggles as you are fed with human flesh throughout the pregnancy as the Royal Guards especially hunt down those with Nen to ensure that Meruem's heir will consume their abilities and their strength to be born strong. Your body changes fast and only a few months after conceiving, your stomach is already heavy and swollen with a child. Meruem is rather enthralled with the transformation your body has gone through, even if your constant fatigue and tiredness have made him even more protective of you. He hasn't left you out of his sight for more than a few minutes since the start of your pregnancy and then you are normally always surrounded by two of the Royal Guards, Pitou always with you as their King has given them the duty to cater to your health and needs. Other Chimera Ants within the palace are vaguely aware that the King will have a new heir but none of them have ever seen you or else they wouldn't be alive anymore. Pitou and Komugi are the only ones next to the traumatised human doctor who are even allowed to touch your stomach and that only when Meruem allows it. Otherwise his hands are the only ones running fascinated over your bulge.

👑Anyone who dares to step too close to you without his permission instantly receives a hit with his tail. The fetus already has a strong Nen presence within you and even Pouf praises you for managing to exceed his expectations for what he thought he would be capable to carry, although his rude mouth earns him a punishment from Meruem who is highly displeased with his unwarranted remark. Despite your huge fear that the baby would destroy you from the inside like Meruem did with his mother, its movements are surprisingly gentle most of the time and Meruem reveals to you that the fetus is quite in tune with your feelings and even seems to possess an awareness of its own strength and your fragile body. You enter your labor roughly 5 months after conceiving but everyone has been expecting that much already, especially since the fetus seemed to signal it through its Nen and Meruem is with you as he wants to witness the birth of his heir, the swishing of his tail a warning to the human doctor to make no mistake as them and Pitou assist you. The son you birth him fills him with pride, a fascinating mix of your hair and eyes yet with the same green exoskeleton he has.

Alucard

🩸Alucard is a man you have only ever known as a creature of darkness and fear, as a monster that hoards you and keeps you for his own desires. There is no escape from the man in red, his eyes always following you wherever you go even if you might not see him anywhere around you. There are no secrets you can keep, no emotions you could hide from him as those glowing eyes seem to be able to look into the deepest bottom of your soul that even you do not know about. That is why he knows about the tiny life inside of you before it even has a heartbeat of its own. A little blop that doesn't even have a shape yet but it is this tiny thing that shakes him to his core. His mind drifts away to a place so far away that it may as well be found in a different world, red eyes glowing as he reminisces about something only he knows about. You do not know what it is he is seeing but for the first time you see something very vulnerable in his hazy orbs as he stares through you. When you decide to hesitantly call out his name, his eyes regain their focus and zoom in on your stomach. You still don't understand, not until he suddenly kneels down in front of you and presses his forehead against it.

🩸He withdraws himself from everything for a while as he doesn't reveal to even Integra what has happened. Seras with her vampire abilities catches on faster but when Alucard gives her a silent look, she understands and keeps quiet about it until he himself decides to inform his master. There is only him and you for a few weeks where he has gone oddly silent, although not in a way that would make you uncomfortable. Something has changed since the day he has found out about your pregnancy. You have seen this a few times before, a raw vulnerability he has only ever shown around you. But never before have you seen it to this extent before as there is a newfound level of intimacy the vampire seeks out. It is one that threatens to suffocate you due to its sheer rawness and scratches at your heart as you get to see a different side to him. Reverence is in every gentle touch of his and every smoldering gaze he gives you, his eyes glowing with emotions you have rarely seen in him before. No longer does he remind you of the monster with the blood red eyes. Instead there is a profound grief you notice around him and you wonder how long he has been carrying such weight all by himself.

🩸You awake one night and notice that his body is on top of yours, his head resting against your belly and his arms wrapped around you. When you attempt to move his grip tightens lightly and his voice instead asks of you to lay with him for a bit longer. You try to ignore your heart swelling with new feelings as you remind him that he can do this anytime. He's not moving though as he instead utters that this moment is special. When you question him what makes this moment special, he lifts his head to look at you. His eyes are gleaming with so many emotions that you nearly choke, his voice barely above a whisper yet brimming with adoration as he reveals that he heard the first few beats of its heart and wishes to listen to the new melody for a while longer. Tears start trailing down your face before you even notice it, the first tears you have ever spilled for him and not yourself as you lay back down and allow him to listen to the heartbeat of his baby, your own heart aching for reasons you don't even understand yourself. He feels frightened from that day on if you aren't around him, the warmth of your skin and the sound of two heartbeats proving a security he craves for and needs to go on.

🩸He needs weeks before he finally appears in front of Integra again and finally informs her about why he disappeared for a while, his hands keeping your body protectively close to his own. The woman looks a tad bit surprised as she glances at you but she doesn't dwell on it too long as she congratulates him. Still, she remains focused on her work as she asks Alucard what his plans are as she can certainly relieve him from some of his duties but that he is still their trump card. You notice the way his grip tightens carefully, his eyes looking at your smaller frame and you see the hidden unease he feels on the inside but he has sworn loyalty to Integra so he reassures her that he will still follow her call if she needs him. The young woman has a rather sharp mind herself as she notices the tinge of anxiety the vampire feels as she in return assures him that she will see it through that you will receive proper medical assistance the moment your water breaks. Another beat of silence follows as Alucard hesitates with the thought of letting anyone that close to you but he doesn't let his overprotective worries override his rationality and gives her a nod, expressing his gratitude for her help.

🩸His emotions are unfiltered and his vulerability raw and sincere as he spends the following months not wanting to leave your side. The few missions he has to go on pain him to his core even as Seras eagerly volunteers to remain by your side, his soul itching for your closeness and for the presence of his child as every moment agonises and torments him and the restless agitation is only quenched the moment he has you back in his arms and senses that both of you are healthy. Most of the time he hoards you for himself, especially once your stomach starts swelling with the new hope you are nurturing in your womb. Alucard finds himself drawn to your growing belly, every sound of the baby's heartbeat and every fluttering movement mending cracks that have broken his soul as a feeling of fulfillment washes over him that he hasn't felt in centuries. When you start craving for blood, he provides it for you without hesitation and even forces it down your lips by feeding it to you himself. Your tears of guilt and disgust move his heart as he understands that you do not wish to be like him. His desire for this child is stronger than his guilt though. He wants it to be born.

🩸You have seen the human behind the monster who is still a cruel and possessive man willing to burn down cities if anything should attempt to rip his baby and you away from him but who is beyond everything broken in his own rights. When your water breaks, Alucard never leaves your side and you even want him to be there with you. His touches are gentle and his words soothe you through your pain. Red eyes never leave the medics helping you, observing them closely as he is prepared to rip them apart if they should make even the tiniest mistake. He's not losing you and the baby. The first bellow of the little girl born the moment the sun rises has his dead heart trembling with emotions he thought had died with his human side. The medics leave the moment she is cleaned to give him the privacy he needs as red and intense eyes scare them away. You insist that he should hold her first and the moment he holds her tiny form in his arms, he sees the second chance he has been given. Red eyes are unable to look away from the little life as he vows to never let either of you go. She looks just like you, like a human, and he feels relief about that. He wouldn't want her to look like him. Like a monster.

Captain

🐺The Captain is a werewolf, a literal beast that brutally follows orders of the Major. He is frightening, never speaks a word and always remains stoic and expressionless yet he has made it obvious that no one is to touch you. For reasons even the Major is unsure of, Captain has chosen you as his mate and whilst he never vocally expresses it, his possessiveness and territorial claim he has stacked on you are as obvious as it gets though as soldiers who have gotten too close to you were brutally torn apart, their flesh consumed and their bones crushed as you could only watch in silent horror. Maybe it is in his nature as a werewolf that feels the urge to breed with his mate and the Major, morbidly interested in this relationship, only encourages it all when he notices the sexual aggression Captain starts showing. Like a piece of meat you are thrown towards the starved wolf as The Major follows the development curiously. Your pregnancy is an outcome he was hoping for and he knows because his bodyguard refuses to leave your side very soon as the natural instinct to guard and protect only spikes now that he senses that you carry his offspring.

🐺The Major knows that there is no realistic chance that Captain would ever let his mate or the baby be subjected to a study that would document the development the pregnancy and that would research how a hybrid child would turn out. He has already before been very protective to the point of murdering everyone who got simply too close and when the Major suggests the idea lightly to him simply to test his reaction, Captain tears the desk apart and lets out a ferocious growl, red eyes promising murder. The only thing he seems to accept from his leader is the offer for some medical assistance during birth, although the Major fully expects that he might kill them whilst they try to do their job. You have already been kept away from other people before you were expecting a child from him, partially because you have grown terrified to witness the same sight of bloody bodies devoured by him in his possessive rage. Now that you are pregnant though with his pup, Captain has grown even more aggressive as everyone is seen as a threat to you and the little life growing inside of you. You do not leave the room when he has to go and even if the room wouldn't be locked, you doubt you would leave.

🐺They eventually know about the news that Captain's captive is pregnant with his child but none of them dare to speak up. Only one fool has tentatively congratulated him on his incoming parenthood. All who were witness to it saw the way his pupils narrowed to slits before suddenly the man's head was gone. They don't even mention you in any way, shape or form as all know that he would kill them the moment he would find out. The only one who can actually get away with it is the Major and that only because Captain is more or less loyal to him, although his loyalty has started to split ever since he discovered you and chose you as his mate. When there isn't anything to do, the werewolf spends all of his time with you. His eyes never leave you once he is with you, always following your every move. You have long gotten used to the silence that surrounds you as he has never spoken to you before which has made you already countless times wonder if he perhaps can't speak at all. His presence is more suffocating now than ever before though. He doesn't let you out of his sight at all, not even when you wish to go to the toilet. You've stopped locking the door to the bathroom the first time he broke it.

🐺The pregnancy doesn't seem to differ much from what a normal human pregnancy would look like as you know that Captain is no regular human. It all seems so normal, much to the boredom of the Major, as months pass and your belly slowly develops into a bump. The sight of your bump seems to spark excitement and possessive thrill within the werewolf though as it is a sign of your body showing him that he claimed and marked you as his own. He always wants you to show him your growing bump, completely ignoring your privacy as he has torn multiple shirts apart in growling frustration when you weren't in the mood to let yourself be touched by him. He doesn't understand your resistance against him. You are his. The baby is his. He can do what he wants with you. As frightening as he is, you know that you have seen worse from him and you know that he is holding himself back a bit more to spare you from stress that could harm the baby inside of you. The bigger you grow, the less time he spends away from you. The Major tolerates it though as he knows that the Captain would probably even go against his orders if he were to tell him to spend more than an hour away from you.

🐺It is at the end of your second trimester that something interesting happens that rouses the Major's intrigue. Captain starts hunting down humans and even kills a few of the most disposable soldiers and drags them to the room where he keeps you. Recently you have started feeling an overwhelming hunger for flesh, human flesh. You try to stop yourself from indulging in that sudden craving but Captain realises the need of the growing pup who is in its final phase of growth and requires more nutrition and food for the energy your body will need to nurture it properly. You scream, you cry and you even feel like vomiting when the werewolf forces your jaw open and makes you swallow the flesh of the corpses he brought with him, some soldiers you even knew briefly. The hunger for humans only increases as the final growth spurt of the fetus takes a toll on your body, the flesh he makes you consume giving the baby what it needs and feeling its strong kicks beneath your swollen skin only pushes him to feed you human flesh everyday. The final weeks before your due date, Captain takes a complete break from his duties as he is unable to focus on anything else than you and his pup.

🐺Your water breaks 2 weeks too early but you are quite relieved when the liquid stains your legs. Not only does it mean that he won't force your jaw open anymore to shove human flesh down your throat but you also look already more like someone who is overdue due to the growth of the baby ever since it has been feasting on human flesh. The birth is messy, frightening and terrible. The moment contractions start hitting you seriously, Captain refuses to leave your side and when one medic dares to instruct him to leave the room, their intestines go flying. Animalistic growls echo through the room as he stands possessively in front of you and glowers at the frightened medics. It is only when he senses that his child is about to be born that he finally allows them to step over the corpse of their co-worker and do their job as he silently takes care of you to encourage you to keep going. As soon as his son is born and starts wailing, he instantly stands in front of the medic who hands him his child before everyone rushes out of the room, rightfully frightened for their lives. Captain looks only proud and satisfied though as he puts his pup on your chest, wanting to see you caring for his newborn.

Ryomen Sukuna

🗾There is quite possibly nothing more terrifying than being the victim to Sukuna's obsession, although the King of Curses likes to remind you that you should feel honored that he bothers with you to begin with. He could have devoured and killed you by now so you'd do best to realise your position and stop your whining. You will not be set free until he decides to end your pathetic life himself, you surely don't expect him to let you go after all if he should ever lose interest in you. He's not a sentimental fool after all so perhaps you should try harder to entertain him. A child is the least thing he has considered for himself, the only experience he has with such tiny and annoying little things are the ones where he relishes in their final screams before dining on their young flesh. There is no denying what he is sensing though as he picks up the tiny source of energy nestled within your womb. It is rather rare for a curse and a human to create such a thing together and he has lived long enough to know that in the few rare incidents that it has happened, an abortion was always the result. With that thought in mind, he decides initially to not even bother to inform you about it as he continues treating you as usual.

🗾The little thing is persistent though as if to prove him wrong and even if he knows that it barely has a consciousness of its own, he has to admire it for its strength. He would expect nothing less from a spawn of his. It is a greedy little thing that drains you of your vitality and energy even from its earliest stages and it is then that Sukuna acknowledges its existence and informs you of what is going on as even you have taken notice of it. How could you not, when it literally claims everything your body has to offer for its own growth? There is horror that you feel to the marrow of your bones as he tells you that you carry his offspring, your throat closed as only broken whimpers leave your lips. You go down on your knees, your hands grasping the material of his clothes as teary eyes look at him with a pleading looks that your mouth is unable to vocalise. What are you even hoping for? Two of his hands grasp the sides of your face as a look of false pity crosses his face as another hand pats your head half-heartedly. He must say that the fighting spirit of the thing inside of you has managed to impress him. He's rather curious to see if it can manage to survive. Seems like you'll get the honor of bearing his heir.

🗾Uraume is the only other living person who is let in on your pregnancy and swears to protect you and his heir with their life. Sukuna almost laughs at the implication that there would ever be a scenario where someone would get that close to you in the first place. There are immediately humans and curses piling up at your feet to provide you with cursed energy and nutritions your puny human food could never give. If you really manage the impressive feat of bearing him a child, he expects it to be a worthy heir of his. Your own disgust and fright as he demands you to devour all the corpses he has brought you tire him. The little thing is already consuming your own reserves and weakens you even more than you were to begin with. He has no patience for your tantrum right now. Two of his hands seize your shoulders and hold you in place, the recent weight loss you have suffered from allowing him to feel your bones even if he applies only minimal pressure. The other two hands pry your mouth open and shove the flesh of dismembered bodies down your throat, again and again. You wish to throw it all up yet to your horror your body digests it all.

🗾The repeat of this procedure only solidifies in your mind his cruel nature, Uraume on the other hand comments that Sukuna must really hold a deep-rooted affection for you. If you were anyone else and if the child were not his and yours, they are sure the King of Curses wouldn't be as patient to forcefeed you multiple times a day to keep up with the needs of the growing life inside of you. He wants the baby to be born, doesn't he? Neither you nor the fetus disappoint him as his efforts aren't wasted when your stomach starts rounding out with the growing life inside of you. He must say, he is rather pleased with you so far as you manage to achieve something no one before you has ever done before. You are physically and mentally already drained, your body exhausted from bearing a child that is half human and half curse and your mind broken with the knowledge that he has taken the last thing from you you thought he could never take from you. Whenever he sees that look in your eyes though when his gaze meets yours, he gleefully reminds you that it was your body who accepted his seed and that it is your body that continues to nurture his heir. It is your own body who betrayed you.

🗾There are still things he has to do, sometimes just because he feels rather bored at the moment in which case he knows that Uraume will keep you safe if anything should happen. There is a subtle shift in his behavior though as you grow heavier with his child, their frequent and strong kicks only another sign that you really seem to be a special human. He chose wisely. He may never admit that to you but his touches are more gentle as his fingers caress your skin and brush against your bump. There is more time he spends with you, although he avoids appearing even remotely clingy. Still, it is time he chooses to spend willingly to you as there are less insults and taunts when he is with you as there is instead a silence he doesn't want to fill with compliments but you take the awkward tension. Uraume provides you with new clothes to accommodate your ever-growing belly but they are never allowed to let you in on the fact that it is Sukuna who chose them for you. In fact it is often per Sukuna's orders that Uraume gathers and collects everything he believes you need as well as the baby as soon as it is born. He can't have you thinking that he is going soft after all.

🗾As much as you despise Sukuna, there is an undeniable feeling of betrayal when you are in the middle of labor and he isn't with you. Only Uraume is there to guide you and offer passive encouragement as they tell you what you have to do. What were you even expecting? He doesn't care about you and he won't care for the child either. It is a long and taxing process as you struggle to give birth to the child. You curse its existence, you curse Sukuna and you especially curse your own treacherous heart for having considered for even one second that he would be there for you during birth. It is in the final phase of your labor that you just want to give up, the pain of pushing a child out of you indescribable and your vision blackening. That is when he suddenly appears, grabbing your sweaty palm and squeezing it reassuringly as he reminds you to breathe, even entertaining you as he notes that you want the little brat as much out of you as he wants. He's there when his son is finally born and holds him first, two of his hands hoisting the infant close to his face as he observes the child before you witness him breaking out in a genuinely proud smile as he looks at you and thanks you for bearing him a strong heir.

Sawada Tsunayoshi

🔥Life with Vongola Decimo is for the most part rather blissful and normal, if you ignore the heavy protection that is placed upon you. Surely it isn't always pleasant to have one of his guards always accompanying you but Tsunayoshi hopes you understand that his position as the head of the Italian Mafia makes you an easy target. It is a small sacrifice for your safety, even if you may not see it as he does. Children have never been a topic that has been heavily discussed between the two of you, although as the years fly a few people in his closer circle start joking about it. He must admit that he has considered it a few times whenever someone brought the idea up but he always finds himself hesitating. Tsunayoshi is the Vongola Decimo after all and he wouldn't want a child of his to be pressured by expectations that would undoubtedly come from somewhere as he would be their father. The decision of a baby would be something he would discuss with you to begin with since you would be the one who has to carry the baby and to give birth to it. That means that you get to decide if you want a biological child with him or not, meaning that the pregnancy is something both of you want.

🔥There have already been made certain preparations even before it was confirmed that you are expecting as Tsunayoshi has been quite open with his friends about the mutual decision that both of you have made. Anticipation is thick as everyone is just waiting for you two to announce it when it happens and when that finally happens, they throw a small party to celebrate the news. Obviously there is no alcohol for you involved. Everyone swarms around you on that day excitedly and it is up to Tsuna to remind them to give you a little bit of space to breathe. The news only stay within his closest circle of friends and allies though, even if he knows that eventually rumors will spread through the entire Vongola. That'll have to wait though as he'd like to focus for now on preparing everything for the arrival of the baby and especially to be there for you as the next few months will probably bring the one or other challenge with it. Not one to neglect his duties as the Vongola Decimo, Tsunayoshi sees it still through that he makes more time for you as he wants to be as involved as he can with your pregnancy and with the child as soon as it is born. It's not like you are ever lonely if he has work to do.

🔥There is usually always at least one of his guardians with him, mostly it varies between Gokudera. Yamamoto and Ryohei. Gokudera is fiercely loyal and protective over you now that you're expecting Tsunayoshi's child, Ryohei is always cheering you on when he notices that you're feeling down and Yamamoto is the calmest one who just listens to you and your worries. Hibari keeps an eye on you every once in a while too but he rarely chats with you, strictly focused on his task. Haru and Kyoko also often drop by to visit and Haru always beings some cake with her to enjoy together. She does now that there is a loose diet you are on to ensure the health of you and the baby but she tells you that if you tell no one about it, no one will find out anyways. You do not find it in your heart to tell her that Tsunayoshi knows about her smuggling cake with her but he seems to be rather amused as he is quite familiar with the antics of his old friend. In fact he sometimes asks if you could spare him some of the cake Haru brings with her which is no problem since Haru always brings so much with her that there is always some leftover. Even if you ask her to bring a little less, she ends up ignoring it anyways.

🔥The only people outside of his Guardians and friends who find out about the pregnancy are a few doctors he has chosen to monitor your pregnancy. Otherwise news of your pregnancy are strictly forbidden to be leaked to outsiders. Tsunayoshi isn't violent as a Mafioso but that has never been enough to stop conflict arising between the Vongola and other groups during times and he has met organizations who would be ruthless enough to even try to get their hands on you, especially now that you are more vulnerable than ever before. The security is tighter than it normally is and whilst you are still allowed to leave the building and go outside, which he partially even encourages since you need some exercise, you are never left alone. One of his Guardians is always accompanying you but he lets you choose which one you want to take with you, although when he finally has some time on his hands he takes it upon himself to go out with you. His parents and even Reborn visit him eventually when they have time as he has made sure to inform them about the good news as well. Reborn even volunteers to train Tsuna's child as soon as it is old enough as well and Tsuna, having war flashbacks, can only laugh.

🔥There are almost all the time the hands of someone on your stomach when you start showing, especially once the baby starts kicking. Tsunayoshi is alright with it though as he knows that everyone will be careful to not harm you and the baby. Haru is gushing over the fetus and introduces herself as their auntie and Ryohei accepts also quite eagerly your offer of feeling the baby kick and compliments the little one on being already a boxer. Tsunayoshi isn't touching your stomach as much as some of his other friends, mainly because he thinks that you must be quite exhausted from having multiple people talking to your stomach and touching it, although he still caresses your belly gingerly when both of you are alone. Both of you have already talked about the future of the baby and Tsuna is firm in his decision to not pressure his child into anything. He is aware that many might think that he would want his kid to take over his position when they are old enough but he wants to give his child the freedom to choose what they want to be later on in their life. He's sometimes actually worried that his child might feel like they have no choice but become the next head if they get older.

🔥He does his best to clear all business when the last month lurks around the corner and everyone else does their hardest to help him with that. Once again there is anticipation and excitement as you get closer to your due date. Tsunayoshi can't deny that the nervousness is there but he feels still fairly confident. After all months of preparation have all been for the moment that could happen every day now. When your water breaks and you experience your labor, everyone just waits in front of the medical room where the doctors that have been assissting you throughout your entire pregnancy now help you in the final act of delivering the baby. Tsunayoshi is the only one who is with you in the room and he is sure that if he would still be as faint-heared as he used to be when he was younger, he would have collapsed pretty early on as he watches everything unfolding. He isn't immune to the wriggly anxiety deep within the depth of his stomach but he hides it rather well as he knows that right know you need him to be there for you. You give birth to a healthy boy after hours of pain and Tsuna is overjoyed, although a old nervousness resurfaces as he's almost too anxious to hold him at first.

Byakuran

🍬My, this is unexpected. A pregnancy is not what Byakuran had in store for you as he is told of this little accident that has happened. Now that he thinks about it, he should have guessed what was going on as he has taken notice of some interesting symptoms for a while now but instead chose to ignore them. He could have figured that out by himself and is actually sulking a bit that you knew before he did because normally it is always the other way around. After he has gotten over his sullen mood though, he quickly focus on the situation at hand. Neither of you planned for this to happen and he asks you jokingly if you forgot to take your pills on purpose, although the deterred look on your face quickly tells him that you did not intend for this to happen either. Now, how should he handle this unexpected surprise? Byakuran has never before given a child any serious thought. He isn't even sure if he really wanted one before. Initially he thinks about keeping it merely to torment you a bit as he can sense that you are not overly thrilled about the discovery. The more he thinks about it though, the more he finds himseld curious about how that embryo might turn out.

🍬So he decides to view it as a surprise that he will look forward to in a few months time. Your reaction is as obvious as it can get, the anger and dread visible yet whenever you open your mouth, he puts a finger over your lips to hush you with that cheerful grin of his you know is just a facade to hide his ruthlessness. Let's not spoil the surprise by being a party pooper, alright? A surprise is something that should have you anticipating after all. Whilst Byakuran is not necessarily eager to share the news with the Six Funeral Wreaths, much to his dismay it isn't something that can be avoided. They have always been involved one way or another and he does need someone to look after you when he has to take care of something involving his plans. There is a clear tinge of annoyance in his smile though as they are informed and show different reactions. Zakuro looks as bored as always as he doesn't really care. Bluebell, who has never been able to understand what Byakuran sees in you to begin with, probably likes you even less now. Deisy acts as fearful as always as he looks at you nervously. Kikyo is the only one who properly congratulates Byakuran and promises to keep an eye on you.

🍬His intelligence is outstanding yet pregnancy is not something Byakuran can admit to know overly much about besides the basics everyone seems to know. He hires a small team of doctors and nurses to observe your pregnancy and the health of you and your little one but otherwise he actually doesn't make an effort to inform himself more about the changes of your body. Why should he? He can observe all of that by inspecting you closely over the coming months and that will be much more interesting than just reading about it on some paper or online. Apparently you hold one more surprise for him though when during an ultrasound it is actually discovered that you are expecting twins. When he hears the news, he actually starts laughing, the sound startling you when you hear it. There is a grin on his face as soon as he has calmed down, his purple eyes focused on your belly before he jabs his index finger into the skin. You really are always full of surprises, aren't you? No wonder he was so utterly fascinated with you when he met you for the first time. If you were worried that he would react negatively, don't. Two surprises are better than one after all.

🍬He couldn't care less for the gender of the twins and since the babies weren't really planned to begin with, he just decides that the gender will be another surprise the moment both of them are born. Byakuran appears almost rather easygoing as he even tells you that you can choose both of their names, interested what you'll come up with. In fact, sometimes you always feel like he is too easygoing and isn't focusing enough on the stuff that you will need the moment the babies are born. It almost appears like Kikyo is more invested than he is because it is the Cloud Mare Ring holder who seeks you out and presents you with different choices of cribs and furnitures he has chosen for the baby and would like your opinion on. That is how you find yourself willingly spending time with the male as both of you share the same interest as of now. When Byakuran finds out though, he is not happy. Despite his cheerful disposition he is rather possessive after all and the frequent meetings between Kikyo and you rouse his jealousy. He interferes both of you with a lopsided grin and a cold look in his eyes before his gaze lands on the files. He lifts them up and studies them before he glances at you.

🍬From that day on he pours a bit more effort into it as he does his own research, although you are still left to decide what you want. He merely just doesn't want you to spend so much time and get too close to Kikyo. There are some really weird cravings you experience as months pass and whilst Byakuran is gracious enough to provide you with the food you want, he can't stop himself from making fun of the weird combinations you come up with. Sometimes out of pure fun he even serves you a questionable combination of food and wants you to try. You've consumed some weird stuff already so you might like this as well. Other times he just feeds you the confectionary he is always consuming throughout the day and he does hope that the twins will share his sweet tooth or else he would be slightly disappointed. His presence is often rather grating though, simply because Byakuran loves poking fun at you even as you swell with two of his babies. He pokes your bump to rouse the babies when he wants to feel their movements, he doesn't give you any privacy and sometimes is just a jerk for the sake of being one. Your pregnancy doesn't protect you from his sadistic vein after all.

🍬His possessive nature is quite hypocritical though as he reacts harshly when it is someone else who agitates you to the point of tears during your pregnancy. After all your reactions and flaring emotions, whether they are of negative or positive nature, are solely reserved for his own enjoyment. There is a reason why you are as isolated as you are after all. Byakuran chooses to wait outside the maternity room when your water breaks and you enter your labor. He doesn't appear overly nervous as he sits there and wait. It takes the eye of someone who knows him better to notice the signs. The bag of sweets he has brought with him remain largely untouched throughout the hours, your screams and howls for once actually bringing him an unpleasant and slimy dread he feels in his stomach, ruining every chance of him enjoying the confectionary. When the shrill sounds of two screams finally echo through the air, he does feel his body jerking slightly forward. An amused chuckle escapes him when he finally enters and sees the babies for the first time. Fraternal twins, a boy and a girl each with a shock of white hair on their heads and purple eyes that make it glaringly obvious to whom they belong.

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luckhound · 5 months ago

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vongola family + casual intimacy.

↻ pairings ✦ tsuna/reader, gokudera/reader, yamamoto/reader, hibari/reader, ryohei/reader, mukuro/reader, chrome/reader, reborn/reader

↻ summary ✦ nothing too deep or complex, just a few ways the vongola members would be casually intimate if in a relationship.

↻ warnings ✦ the sappiest of fluff, potentially ooc

author's note: thank you to this post's op for sparking the idea. if it weren't for them, i probably wouldn't have written anything else for weeks lmao.

Tsuna: Lets you fuss over his clothing, whether that entails you knotting his tie, straightening his collar, or fixing the lapel of his suit jacket for him. You probably used to do it often when he was younger and more slovenly than he is now, but it's become soothing for the both of you; a ritual of sorts. He'll murmur a thank you after, gaze soft and smile fond, or just press a silent kiss to your brow

Gokudera: Sits in the same room with you while the both of you work on different things. You could be flipping the pages of a book, he could be tinkering with his Sistema C.A.I., peaceful silence broken occasionally by you reading a particularly amusing passage aloud or him complaining about whatever maintenance work he's attempting. Just knowing that you're close by, safe and content, with him, puts him at ease

Yamamoto: Enjoys the simple act of cooking with you. He doesn't mind if you aren't that skilled at it, just watching as you chop the vegetables or stir the pot is enough to give him the warm fuzzies. Often he holds the spatula out to you so you can sample the dish and give your opinion on what it needs, a free hand cupped under your chin to catch any stray drops. No matter the end result, he considers the evening a success; it's time spent with you

Hibari: Meets your gaze from across a busy room, the two of you able to converse without words. The tilt of his chin, arch of his brow, thinning of his lips can all be easily deciphered by you after the many years you've spent by his side. Usually this will be his way of telling you that he wants to leave; it's a signal for you to say your goodbyes. He's tired of being around so many people, he'd rather spend whatever free time he has with you, at home

Ryohei: Feels the need to touch you all the time, often without him even realizing it. It could be an arm around your waist when you're at an event together. A squeeze to your elbow before he leaves your side, as if offering a wordless apology. A hand on the small of your back nudging you forward, so he can slip past you. Every touch reminding you of his presence, constant and steadfast. Just like the man himself

Mukuro: Traces designs on your skin when you're lying down together. Should you find it ticklish, it only serves to amuse him into doing it more. Now and then you'll concentrate on the path his finger takes, trying to figure out if he's drawing or writing something specific, only to give up. Asking is pointless because he won't give a straight answer. The truth is it's totally random. But on the rare occasion, he'll sketch jagged lines not unlike his hair, or just his name, over and over again

Chrome: Combs your hair for you after a bath or shower, insists on doing it even. The repetitive motion calms her, though she isn't quite sure why. All she knows is that she could detangle and smooth out knots in your hair for hours on end without growing tired. If it's possible to, she'll run her fingers through your locks after, smiling at the fruits of her labour. Might even press a kiss to them like some kind of shoujo prince

Reborn: Helps you out of your clothing after an event or long day. It's not a sexual thing for him, if he's being honest. Getting the opportunity to unzip your dress or unbutton your shirt for you feels like a privilege that you bestow upon him; a small way you let your guard down around a renowned hitman who could hurt you so easily, in theory. In practice, he can't imagine ever doing such a thing

#khr imagines #khr headcanons #khr x reader #tsuna x reader #gokudera x reader #yamamoto x reader #hibari x reader #ryohei x reader #mukuro x reader #chrome x reader #reborn x reader #m writes #no kyoko or haru because i couldn't think of anything else :(

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ah0rmone · 4 months ago

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hibari kyoya x fem!reader

warnings: mndi!, piv, raw fucking, breeding, ambiguous relationship, english isn't my first language and this piece wasn't proofreaded

One punch, another. The man you're currently watching successfully delivers every hit to his holographic opponent. With the last blow the AI enemy scatters and disappears. You'd be impressed and even terrified of such power if only you weren't too focused on the man's form: lean and strong, his sweat-soaked shirt is clinging to his body. You want to cling to his body too.

"I asked you a question," Hibari Kyoya says, staring at you.

"What?" you look at him oblivious, trying to look at his face and not the neck you'd love to cover with hickeys.

"Do you want to spar?" he asks again, a hint of annoyance in his voice as he comes closer to you to grab a bottle that stands right next to your leg.

"Do you think I'm suicidal?" you chuckle.

"I think that you're better at this than this thing," he nods at the AI model. "Why? Did you come here to sit and watch?"

You gulp, suddenly feeling thirsty. You did come here to train, but you know that no matter how strong you're, you're not a match for Hibari Kyoya and, more importantly, you're too horny to fight anyone right now.

Yet, you agree.

He gives you a satisfied smirk and stands in a position, his tonfas prepared to strike and defend. Slowly you pull out your own weapon. Whether you want it or not, fighting the Cloud guardian will be a great practice that would definitely benefit you in the future.

Your weapons connect, both of you fully concentrated now. You do prove yourself a better opponent than the AI but there's no way you can win. Soon enough you're out of breath, with a couple of bruises here and there, but you don't give up just yet: you strike so hard, one of his tonfas flies away from his hand.

"Wow," he says, a carnivorous look in his eyes, so seducting, that for a second you lower your guard.

Which leads to your immediate downfall.

He manages to kick you on the ground and to sit on top of you, then lets go of another tonfa and when you flail at him, skilfully grabs your wrist, pinning both of them above your head. In you, the blood is boiling, so you refuse to give up, rocking your body to throw him off you, but he sits steadily. Exhausted, you glare at him.

"I thought you wanted to spar," you give him an offended look. However, you actually have to avert your gaze because the way he looks at you.... like you're the most delicious meal, the one that he's about to devour.

"I thought you wanted to spar," he mocks leaning closer to you. "Small pathetic animal, you lasted as long as you could."

The phrase itself is degrading but you understand the meaning behind it - his acknowledgement of your strength.

You feel the need to say something back but can't concentrate because his breath is almost caressing the skin of your face. You can feel his heat, his smell. It feels like if you try hard enough you will even hear his heartbeat. Your head spins and you feel desire growing in your lower belly, but when you're about to admit your defeat and go to your room, so you could masturbate this one out, you feel cold metal against your wrists and a loud "CLICK".

You shoot your glance upwards just to see that he handcuffed you. The smirk on his lips tells you that it was his plan all along.

"Why use the Vongola weapons on a small animal?" you huff, less annoyed that you pretend you're.

"The smaller they are, the easier it's for them to run away," whispers Kyoya and, being unable to control himself any longer, presses your lips together.

The kiss is hungry, animalistic, he cages you between himself and the floor. Since you obediently keep your locked wrists above your head, he lets go of them, one of his hand grabbing your neck to pull you deeper into the kiss, another finding its place on your ass.

With a dominating motion he rolls his bulge (that's been apparent for the past 5 minutes, but you've been successfully ignoring untill now) over your clothed vagina, the friction so good a sweet moan of arousal escapes your lips. This spurs Kyoya to bump his hips into yours over and over again, simulating and stimulating, as his mouth lowers to your neck where he keeps kissing, biting and licking and kissing again.

Suddenly he pulls away and starts tugging your top off.

"Wait, Kyoya, what if someone comes in?" the idea of being caught during such a compromising act fills you with embarrassment...as much as with arousal.

"I don't care," he cuts off and manages to free your upper body from the clothing item.

And you know that he truly doesn't care: it's not even about his characteristic independence but about the wild lust that he has for you, the urgent desire of consuming you right here, right now.

His kisses trail down your neck, your collarbone, until his hot mouth finds one of your nipples and starts licking and sucking, one of his hands groping your other boob. You whine, moan and writhe, feeling more and more wetness soil your panties.

"Kyoya, please," you beg out of breath as your legs hook around his waist.

He looks at you: red, disheveled, horny, begging for him to claim you - and feels that the last ounce of patience has left his psyche, so he strips you of your pants and underwear. He knows what he's going to see under but still can't help but smirk at the sight of your overflowing arousal.

Without wasting any time, he unzips his trousers as well and pulls your legs up to your chest.

"You don't mind if I breed you, do you, little animal?" he whispers right in your lips, your breath mingling. Even if you want to refuse, you don't have enough willpower to oppose, so only a quiet begging "please" leaves your lips.

But that's more than enough for him. He controls himself though, fighting the animalistic desire to just slam his cock inside your plush walls. No, he sinks in slowly but steadily. His whole body lays on top of you now, his left hand holding you under your right knee. The fingers of his right hand intertwine with yours above your head. A satisfied hiss leaves his lips when he finally bottoms out.

"Are you ready, my little pet?" he murmurs against your lips, his teeth grazing your lower lip, preventing you from answering. Either way he knows you are: your cunt gripping him, refusing to let go. You catch his gaze: lustful, determined, but so full of love and tenderness at the same time. You nod slightly.

The pace he chooses is relentless, frenzy, every new slap of his hips against your pelvis makes you gasp and let out a loud moan. His name falls off your lips in a crazy, wanton mantra that makes his cock twitch. He growls, not like a wild animal, but like a man who goes crazy with love and obsession for a woman underneath him, and tries to capture your lips, even though it's hard to maintain steady kisses at such a pace but he wants it desperately, and what Hibari Kyoya wants he gets.

Your intertwined bodies fill the training room with vulgar and arousing sounds of passionate sex. It goes on and on until you feel your orgasm building, your moans turning more desperate as your still tied arms caress his hair.

"Kyoya, I'm going to cum," you announce, sensing that he isn't that behind you, and like to confirm your guess, he says:

"Cum. And then i breed you."

Your legs shake, as his fingers play with your clit to help you get there faster, and soon your vision goes white and you scream loudly, filthy, like you're ready to announce to the whole base that Hibari Kyoya has just made you cum your brains out.

This pushes Kyoya closer to his own edge and you feel how he spills inside of you, his teeth sinking inside your shoulder, not enough to break skin, but enough to leave a mark for some time.

"Mine," he whispers against your ear as both of you come down from your high.

For some time you just lay there, he's still inside of you. Then, with a huff, he pulls out and sits back to admire your disheveled form: lying on your back, in his handcuffs, with his cum leaking out from your slit. Seeing this, he uses his finger to push it back inside, the feeling making you moan from being too sensitive.

He crawls on top of you again just to uncuff your wrists, his breath lingering on your face as he does this. You feel so tired, you don't move even when you're free.

"If you're that weak," Kyoya says, pinning your arms to the floor, "Maybe I'll use you again."

He kisses you, but you know that he's bluffing. He would never do anything to you against your will.

"I really want to take a shower now," you pout, pushing him away just so lightly but he obliges anyway.

He zips his pants and waits for you to wear your clothes to help you get up.

"Did you enjoy our sparring?" you joke on your way to the showers.

"It was alright," he shrugs. "The sex was much better. Though...I'm still hungry for more."

He places a hand on your back. You blush.

#khr smut #khr scenarios #khr x reader #hibari kyoya #hibari kyoya x reader #khr #katekyo hitman reborn #my new year gift to khr community

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eros-fixx · 10 months ago

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Suits

They looked way too good in suits.

feat. adult!reborn, adult!skull, tyl!tsuna, tyl!xanxus, tyl!yamamoto

implied not sfw. afab reader. this is a repost of my old work

Reborn

He always looked sinfully carnal, but tonight he was especially so. He knew you were watching him, if the amused glint he directed your way was anything to go by. That’s why he wasn’t surprised when you led him outside the gala and into a private restroom.

Before you could blink, he spun you around, hands gripped your waist as he pinned you against the wall with his hips. He nuzzled into your neck, chuckling.

“What’s gotten you all riled up, amore mio?”

When you responded by smashing your lips against his, clutching his face desperately, his lips tugged up into a smirk. You gasped when you felt him bite into your lower lip, and when you pulled away, his eyes were dark.

“I think I have an idea,” he purred. “Why don’t I take care of you?”

Skull

You were…surprised by how well Skull cleaned up, considering his default outfit consisted of his motorcycle suit. Even so, it took you awhile of gawking at him in the entrance to your shared bedroom before he became flustered.

“W-What?” He rubbed his arm. “Do I look bad? I knew I should’ve taken out my lip piercing, dammit, your parents wouldn’t like that…” he mumbled, turning to walk away.

He was interrputed by your arms wrapping around his middle, holding him in place. He called out your name, flustered, before you answered.

“You look amazing.” He shivered at the lust weighing down your words, how riled up you suddenly sounded. “So sexy, in fact, I might have to cancel plans with them….”

Tsuna

Even though he was the boss of a mafia family, he still struggled with things like putting on his tie. You smiled as you offered your help and he sheepishly agreed.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you,” he admitted, as you looped his tie around into a knot.

You rolled your eyes, smiling. “Well,” you said, stepping back to survey your work, and discreetly, the rest of him. Tsuna was always a cutie, but he had matured into such a… fine specimen. Especially in that suit. “I think you look… capable without me. Very capable. Boss.” You winked.

His eyes darkened, his hand shooting out to grasp your wrist before spinning you towards him. You landed in his arms with a squeak, his breath warm against your face, his gaze molten.

“Boss, huh. I wonder what other names you’ll be calling me tonight.”

Xanxus

If he wasn’t so sexy in that suit, you would say he was an arrogant asshole. As it was, he was still both.

Some lackey from a small family had been chatting you up a little too friendly at the gala, and once Xanxus took notice, you can damn well be sure he told that trash to get a fucking life. But not before groping your ass in front of him, before declaring you were his woman.

And now you were in the bathroom, your legs wrapped around his frame, while he held you propped against the wall. His hand groped your breast roughy.

“Stupid. Why the hell are you entertaining loser trash?” He grunted. The sleeves of his jacket were shoved down, revealing his white button up.

You knew you shouldn’t incite him even further, but at the same… the sex was so much hotter when he was.

“Maybe I just wanted to see you when riled up.”

No one came into the bathroom that night, deterred by the sounds the two of you made.

Yamamoto

Takeshi was trying on the suit the Vongola tailor had made for him, and he asked for your opinion. You were surprised when you walked into the dressing room, and he wasn’t anywhere to be seen.

“Takeshi?” You called out, before nearly screaming when you felt a hand wrap around your eyes.

“Shh, it’s me.” You would recognize that playful voice anywhere.

“God, you scared me,” you said, swatting his hand away, before turning to face him…. Oh. Before ogling the way his slacks clung to his thighs, the way his shoulders looked so broad in that suit.

Yamamato, ever-observant, noticed your stare. You missed the wicked grin that stretched his face.

“Like what you see?” His voice was husky, and sent shivers down your spine.

You were already locking the door. “Very much so.”

#khr x reader #katekyo hitman reborn x reader #khr smut #xanxus x reader #tsuna x reader #yamamoto x reader #skull x reader #reborn x reader #tati writes #not sfw

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khreborns · 6 months ago

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How would Hibari and Yamamoto treat a crush/romantic partner that is generally shy/softspoken?

╰┈➤ ꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ This one is for the shy ones.

𖥔 ˖ PAIRING : y / n × hibar kyoya / & y / n × yamamoto takeshi 𖥔 ˖ WARNING : Pre-establish relationships, Fluff and No beta reading, might have clerical errors

.𖥔 ˖ HIBARI, KYOYA. .ᐟ.ᐟ

Your softspoken nature is likely what had made Kyoya tolerated you in the first place — he enjoys this side of you. However your shyness is not something he would understand, he'd rather if you spoke clearly of the things you want and do not want, Kyoya is unsympathetic and you'd often find yourself under steely gaze, he isn't particularly angry but he remains overbearing in the way he talks. " Tell me what you want, or else." A threat that he never keeps, at least in regards to you. You'll learn that Kyoya functions in biases.

Kyoya, in spite of himself, will learn to adjust. A slow progress in his youth but would have likely perfected your language by the time he is an adult and long into your relationship. He will understand you but still, Kyoya is quite a mean one, isn't he? If you don't speak up, he might just decide things for you.

You'll find that Kyoya will do this often, he will pick what you will eat, what you will wear, the things you will do and the things you will do for him. He is not oppose to your ideas and desires, but a lack of courage might just have Kyoya put you on a leash.

Likely, the 'relationship' between you two had been his idea, one random day you'd have just found yourself in a position where Hibari Kyoya calls you 'his', a role you will never quite shake off unless of course, you speak up, but would you?

.𖥔 ˖ YAMAMOTO, TAKESHI. .ᐟ.ᐟ

Endearing is what he would have described you, the way you shy away from him. He thinks it's cute really — he likely have had this thought for a long while now but he'll keep it to himself to avoid embarrassing you, though every now and again, he won't be able to help himself, running his mouth . . . something about how he finds it funny, the way you curl up like that, only to pick you up and swing you about, he'll say there's no need to be shy around him, but when he is laughing at you with a twinkle in his eyes, it's hard not to felt teased.

He'd cater to your shyness however, never pushing you into doing things you do not want too, Takeshi has you covered. Need to talk to someone but you feel too awkward too? He'll do it. Can't do something alone? He'd be right over! You hardly need to tell him too, he'll know how to pick up your nuances even long before you dated. You'll find that Yamamoto Takeshi is a reliable and caring partner.

Funnily enough, Takeshi too has his own moments of bashfulness. Your first kiss with him would have had him blushing, face tinted sweet pink just as yours would have been, he'll laugh timid but even so, he is quick to ask for another. Sometimes, you'll share that with him, nervous beating of your hearts and struggling to hold each other close but Takeshi had always been determined, so come meet him half way through those meek first times.

#khr imagines #katekyo hitman reborn #khr #hibari kyoya #yamamoto takeshi #khr reader #khr x reader

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adelheidvonschicksal · 6 months ago

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KNY Vongola crew x Yor-like Fem Reader platonic! S/O is pretty much the only Varia member who’s not hostile towards Tsuna and his friends, even genuinely being nice and welcoming to them. I think Tsuna as a boss would be a bit relief if there was at least one Varia member who’s cooperative.

Tsuna Sawada

You’re his favorite member of Varia. Though, that isn’t hard to be considering how the other members of your team are—loud, angry, downright scary.

He feels much more comfortable when you’re in the room. Tsuna knows at the end of the day, Xanxus is the one in charge of your faction of the family, and he needs to learn to deal with the violent man but it’s so much easier for him to ask you to do that for him, often leading to Reborn telling him to man up about the situation.

He prefers your methods of teaching others. You’re usually so patient, so he’s even more surprised about how strong you actually are—he doesn’t know why. He guess it’s because of your sweet nature, but then he remembers that you’re a cloud guardian—like Hibari—then it becomes more obvious that he should’ve realized how strong you were beforehand.

Hayato Gokudera

He doesn’t trust you. Go figure. He doesn’t really trust anyone in Varia further than he can throw them after the entire Ring Battle incident.

Even if you came after that incident, it’s still hard to trust you. It isn’t until you help the family in the future that he comes to have some level of respect for you.

Too bad your cooking is only better than his sister’s. You might trigger his PTSD when you offer him something to eat.

Takeshi Yamamoto

You two get along great! He’s one of the members you’re more familiar with since he was training with Captain Squalo for so long.

Takeshi likes you too, and he’s the first to vouch for you when it comes to interacting with the family.

He also tries to teach you how to cook. Luckily, sushi is one of the few things you learn how to make because it doesn’t require a stove much.

He’s definitely called you Mom by accident at least once.

Ryohei Sasagawa

Like Gokudera, he’s a bit wary of you at first but quickly warms up to your sunny nature.

Loves your cooking because it fits all his macros as a boxer. He also likes to spare hand-to-hand with you when given the chance.

He’s willing to help you with a lot of things, and he’s usually very polite to you because you remind him of his younger sister.

Overall, he has faith in your abilities when it comes to being on the battle field with you.

Hibari Kyoya

He didn’t show much interest in you at first. At least until he learns from Dino that you’re the new Cloud Guardian for the Varia. Then, he’s much more interested.

The giant machine they had masquerading as a Cloud Guardian didn’t provide entertainment for him, so he’s curious to how strong you are. To put it mildly, he wants to fight you any and every chance he gets.

He’s impressed at first that you manage to last much longer than the Gola Moska; and the next thing you know, you’re in some sort of rivalry with the other Vongola Cloud Guardian.

You don’t mind though because it’s fun to get your energy out with him, and he kind of reminds you of yourself as a spunky kid. And frankly, Dino thinks you might be just as crazy as his student is under the sweet nature. At least it stops the Bucking Horse from getting attacked instead.

Chrome Dokuro

She feels comfortable around you as another female member of the family. You’re also sweet spoken and protective of her so she feels like your family.

You do sweet things for her, like helping her with her hair, or giving her fighting advice.

However, she can still be a bit shy sometimes due to your affiliation with Varia but she does appreciate you.

Mukuro Rokudo

Unfortunately, he doesn’t carry much opinion of you.

He’s curious to the degree that he’s curious about all things, but he hasn’t marked you as someone of special interest. You’re strong but so are a lot of people.

However, he does appreciate that you’re kind to Chrome, so he has a decent relationship with you when it comes to his vessel.

Lambo

Since he’s still a little kid, it’s easy for him to adore getting your attention and having you take care of him. He feels much safer when you’re carrying him.

However, when you fight, you scare him very easily to the point he’s scampering away from you, and you have to work to get back on his good side and to remind him that you’d never hurt him like you would the enemy.

It takes time for you to learn how to get really small kids to like you, especially after feeding him some not-so-good food on accident. It’s a work in progress.

#khr x reader #hitman reborn x reader #reborn x reader #varia

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threepandas · 9 months ago

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Sun Burnt: Part 3

When a legendary hitman Eye Threatens to break both your fucking legs?

They Are Not Joking.

FUCKING OW.

Still! Jokes on HIM! I'm in to that sh-! Wait, no, not the time for memes! Or is it jokes? Irrelevant! I can still fuckin RUN, is the thing. Sucks to SUCK, Sun boy! Us Lightnings are BUILT DIFFERENT!

And I BETTER not hear any snide "yeah I BET they are" from the peanut gallery!

My Flame type ROCKS! I am a TAZER who can put my fist through WALLS. Stand dead center of a road and just? Fuckin TANK a speeding car! Can YOU? Didn't THINK so! Lightning supremacy! One of you fuckers gimme a highfive! HELL YEAH!

But also? Like... I take back EVERYTHING I ever said about the Carcassa.

ALL OF IT.

They are the GEMS of the Mafia. The SHINING HEARTS of raw compassion! Skull-sama's willingness to PERSONALLY piss off The "I AM The Dread God Lesser Deity's Fear" Reborn? An inspiration to us all. I... I would steal for this man. Like? For FREE. Not DIE for him or anything, God no, but? I would steal really REALLY expensive shit for him!

The man's an absolute mad lad. A LEGEND.

I will NEVER forget this... assuming I survive.

Because somehow HE already has my name, face, and multiple alias plastered OUT FOR THE WORLD TO SEE. Ha ha... oh god. Thaaaaat is a bounty. BIG bounty. Lots of zeros. G...gonna die.

My phone chimes.

"You know exactly who this is. Pick up." The screen reads, right before it rings.

HA HA, NOPE!

I stand, well more like shoot to my feet, from my seat on the ground. Quuuuick steps too the blimp windows. Wrench those open. Sim card out! Crush the phone. AND YEET!!! BeGONE DEMOOOON!

We shall NOT be engaging with The Devil today! No Sir!

.....Skull's phone starts ringing.

I whine like a cornered animal. So... this is what a real life horror movie feels like. NEAT. I hate it! I watch, probably shaking, as Skull-sama casually drags out his phone. Glances down at it. Then over his shoulder at me. He doesn't even fully turn his head. Just one Cloud flame purple eye that seems to light up from within.

He's a happy go lucky guy. Cool dude. But like all Clouds? Fucking HATES cages. Being or SEEING other imprisoned. Trapped. Cornered and forced to do something against their will. And as the planet's STRONGEST Cloud?

He's always had exactly zero problems telling Reborn to fuck off to his face. Even when it gets him shot at. Everyone knew that.

"Sempai! Calling the GREAT Skull De Mort just to CHAT~♡? I KNEW you loved me BESTEST!" He PROJECTS into the phone, his speaking cadence shifting.

He'd been gregarious, bombastic even, the whole time I'd been on board. The sort of guy you can't help but want to buy street food with and check out some weird local sight you heard about. The guy that turns an event into a PARTY. A get together into a memory you TREASURE. Larger then life and unashamedly so.

But this? THIS was the SHOWMAN.

And this was the Showman being Obnoxious and MEAN.

Loud, intentionally grating voice. No break in the endless flood of mind numbing chatter that went no where. Bellowing cackling that even the best of speakers would be hard pressed to handle. Standing near machines and windows so the background noise garbled EVERYTHING.

Let no one say Clouds are not PETTY.

"Hmmmmm~? Your WHAT? Sempai! Don't be SILLY! You can't OWN people! That's SLAVERY! It's against~...!" He turned, leaning like a rock star of old against some navigation compartment. Casually examining his nails with a MEAN and wolfish smile on his face. "Waaaaa! Don't be maaad~ Don't be MAAAAAD~!! You know I'd NEVER lie to YOU, Sempai! I'd never DARE! I promise I'll keep a look out, m'kay? What? Don't hang up? Sorry! Can-KRRRRSHK! n't quite KKKKKRRRRRSK! Heeeeear yoooouuuuu~☆!"

Click.

He casually tossed his phone to one of his men. Ignored it even as it rang and rang. With an excited clap of his hand, he hopped up, out of his loose legged splay to stride over. According to him? We should eat! Have I had Burmese food? It's delicious! One of his guys just got "into" the whole cooking thing! So everyone is being supportive!

I can't help but laugh. Everyone politely ignores how wet it is, as Skull-sama throws an arm over my shoulders and drags me from the cockpit.

I know I'm not safe. But for now? Fuck it. Good enough. Maybe Skull-sama knows someplace Reborn might not IMMEDIATELY find me. And who knows? When this all blows over? Maybe I should join up with his crew. Reborn can't be THAT obsessed. Right? It was just the initial harmony high. With no Sky to actually bind us, he'll lose interest.

Behind me... the phone rings.

And rings.

And RINGS.

#threepandas #yandere #yandere x reader #sunburnt au #yandere khr #yandere reborn #Skull is a bamf #and a bro #Clouds are the Anti-Yandere #they DO NOT play this nonsense #beGONE THOT #reborn refuses to begone #violence ensues #lightning flames reader #reader insert #reborn khr #khr

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yanderederee · 1 year ago

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Masterlist

𖤐 FandomList 𖤐 YandereEventMasterList 𖤐

Tokyo Revengers

SlusheePreferences Headcanons - All

TomanBand Headcanons - multiple

StarGazing Ask - Mitarashi

PrettyBoy - Chifuyu Matsuno

Trying to Leave Him - Izana Kurokawa

Collateral - Takashi Mitsuya <yandere>

LibraryKisses - Manjiro Sano

ForeverYours - Manjiro Sano

Love,Manjiro - Manjiro Sano <nsfw>

Perfect - Manjiro Sano <nsfw/yandere>

Misguided Drabble- Manjiro Sano <ansgt>

I’mHere - Manjiro Sano <yandere>

Dear Dead, All Mine - Manjiro Sano <yandere>

FragileDearest › Baji x Tutor!Reader Series

Burn it Down - Baji Keisuke <yandere prompt>

CaughtOffGuard - Baji Keisuke <nsfw>

Nightmares - Baji Keisuke <angst>

Teasing - Baji Keisuke

SocialCues - Baji Keisuke <comfort>

Rest - xTimeskip Baji Keisuke <comfort>

Neurodivergent!Reader Ask - Baji Keisuke

Wind Breaker

TummyAche - Hiragi Toma

Orange Theory - Bofurin

Negai no Astro / Astro Royale

OnStage - Kuran Yotsurugi

Kuroko no Basket

LittleSnack - Atsushi Murasakibara

PurpleRosesxCandyRain - Atsushi Murasakibara <nsfw>

Katekyo Hitman Reborn

MeantToBeMine - Gokudera Hayato <yandere prompt>

*WORKSINPROGRESS…

*most posts are written in Fem!Reader perspective …

*please reference my Intro Post of extra information

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kumasakka · 7 months ago

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.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ❝ 𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍 ! ❞

⋆.˚ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. reborn x reader .

⋆.˚ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. deep down you already had the feeling and knew that something bad is going to happen as you watched how he left because of an apparent business trip. the feeling that told you, you'll never see him again. yet you're going to put your trust into him, because he promised he will come back no matter what .

⋆.˚ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓. ~2.1k .

⋆.˚ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓. hurt with comfort. f!reader. HEAVILY , HEAVILY , HEAVILY INSPIRED BY DETECTIVE CONAN. scratch this cuz it's detective conan au guys. I'm choking on tears but this isn't even angst. be prepared to be disappointed < / 3

　“CIAO, Belladonna.”

And not a second passed before you turned to the man who appeared out of nowhere it seems. You immediately sprung up to your feet with an angered expression and walked up to him, letting the pigeons who surrounded you fly away in all directions, but you didn't care at the moment. Not if that bastard came back once again after leaving you with no message or note.

"Now, now. What's with the upset face? That doesn't suit you at all, Belladonna."

"Reborn..!" instead of slapping his hand away, you grabbed onto his wrist. "You... disappeared again without any further notice. For days! Do know how worried I was? You broke your promise..!"

"I did say no promises."

Your lips quivered, your eyes sank to the floor. Even though you had a tight grip around his wrist, but it shines like it didn't hurt him at all. A shadow casted across your face, your [h/c] hair fell into your view and it took everything to stop the burning sensation in your eyes. "Don't you..." you voice cracked causing you to pause for a moment, "...care about me?"

It was a mere whisper. His reply left his lips real fast. As if it was an automatic one. "Of course I do." he said. Nonetheless, it didn't satisfy you and your worries that are eating eating you up from the inside, so you still didn't look at him, not daring to. "Of course I care about you." he said. You'll never know if he spoke the truth or if it's a simple lie. Because this is Reborn, we're talking about.

The man who would step into your life completely unforeseen. The same man who would disappear as soon as he gets spotted. You hate it. You hate him. You hate how he invaded your life. And you hate how he leaves your life. As if you were nothing more than a puppet. As if you both weren't friends since primary school. It's not like he can kick you out of his life now.

"Make it up."

"How?"

A huff escaped your mouth as you calmed yourself down. He was just a man. What can he do? Eventually, you lifted your head again and folded your arms with an irritated expression. The furrow in your eyebrows told him that he definitely screwed up after he asked that one question, that one word. But what did he do wrong now? He really needs to make this up to you, because you just sighed in disappointment.

"Tomorrow..." you started, your pretty features softened for the moment, "is monday."

"Hmm?"

"So you really did forget." it hurt how this affected you, that he forgot. And it certainly hurt for him to see you so upset because of him. "You promised you would take me out and spend time with me."

Right. There was something he totally forgot. How can the world's greatest hitman forget such an important date? The missions are biting back hard. It was his own fault now, after all, he messed up and made you more upset than you already were. "Well what did I expect, you bastard." he must make it up to you. "We'll see each other tomorrow! At the cinema at seven pm."

With that your back turned to him as you began to walk away from the scene, making your way home. You shoved your hands into your pocket, huffing and sighing all the way before you remembered something. You glanced back to him and spat, "if you forget it again, I'll beat your ass personally, Reborn!" if you only knew that he was some kind of hitman in shady business.

"Don't follow me...." he stopped in his tracks, "and excuse yourself by saying you're just making sure I will get home safely!"

He's going to do it anyway. It's not like you'll catch him.

─ ⊹ ⊱ ☆ ⊰ ⊹ ─

　"—Lord, give me patience before I beat his ass up."

While standing there with crossed arms, you tapped with your foot against the floor serveral times, waiting for a man. It's been a little more than fifteen minutes now. Maybe something happend or maybe he forgot once again. The giddy feeling and excitment which built up while you did your make up at home already vanished in thin air, and you even chose your prettiest outfit.

"Belladonna."

You spun around to see Reborn, yet you got surprised by a bouquet of flowers. Lily of the valley, to be specific. And god, they were beautiful. "I'm sorry for my lateness due to something inconvenience." he apologized, watching how you slowly accepted those flowers. Your gaze softened up as you wrapped your arms around those, not too tight because you feared you would crush them.

"It's okay..." you murmured before looking to the cinema again. "Let's get in."

Quietly, you walked into the cinema as Reborn held the door open for you to enter. "Thanks." you said. "I already have a movie in mind. It's a sad one." You showed him the tickets you reserved with a grin. "But don't expect me to be your shoulder to cry on, yes?" at that, he only began to let out an amused chuckle, shaking his head.

"How do you feel after stealing my words, you thief?"

"Shut up, crybaby."

"Not until the movie begins."

With that, he returned your glare with a subtle smirk.

At the end, you sat there. Next to him. The bride of the movie got rushed out to the hospital after drinking her poisoned favorite drink as the police investigated the crime scene. You feared that the groom was the one who put poison into her can of lemon tea. But you also hoped he wasn't the one since he was the groom and should've protected her with his life, not harm his own wife.

And how right you were. The groom admitted everything. He tried to kill her only to take revenge on her father, who was the one and only chief inspector. The revenge was all about the death of his own mother. His mother would have made it, if this chief inspector send her into the hospital right after the car crash, but the he didn't see her and followed the criminal who used the opportunity to run away.

SLAP !

Your eyes widened as the best friend slapped him across the face. She was crying, yelling at him that the bride knew his past. That the bride knew he was using her to take revenge. Because as they got together, she was reminded of her first true love and she did a background check up, then finding out about the horrible incident. Yet she stayed by his side for one simple reason, he was her first true love.

Tears were streaming down your cheeks as you sobbed quietly, trying not to disturb anyone else. While you were crying your heart out, Reborn had his arms crossed and wore a stupid blank face on his face. Out of nowhere, a white tissue fell into your sight and your gaze went to Reborn who sat next to you. Your eyes met his.

"Crybaby." he mouthed.

And damn. You had no heart to argue with him and didn't bother to deny it, thanking him quietly before wiping your tears away. The groom began to regret everything after he found out that the bride drank the poison on purpose, hoping it would satisfy his anger. You blinked. Ah, the credits are rolling already. What happend to the bride? What happend at the end?

─ ⊹ ⊱ ☆ ⊰ ⊹ ─

　"Reborn."

The two of you were walking to your house. It was dark already, the moon shone calmly down on the earth and the silence was comfortable between you. Your gaze sank to the floor as he lifted his head to the moon. You heard how he hummed after you called out his name. "If you were in the groom, would you have poisoned your soon-to-be wife?" you mentioned the movie.

"No, I won't marry someone I don't love." he answered without hesitation before adding, "I probably would've killed that chief inspector myself."

"But what if..."

"I still won't marry someone I don't love."

"And I said what—" he interrupted you.

"I only intend to marry one woman. And one woman only."

Hearing his words made your eyes widen. A blush painted your rosy cheeks as you immediately looked up to him, yet he still watched the moon. "Because I love her. I marry because I love. And if I do, I would never cause her any harm on purpose." he continued. The back of your mind screamed the answer, letting you think he meant you. Nonetheless, you also don't want to get your hopes up.

"We reached your house."

Both of you stopped in your tracks, now standing infront of the entrance of you house. "Already?" your mood fell swiftly. You got your keys out and opened the door. "Even though we only watched a movie today, it was fun. The movie was good and I cried my heart out." you stepped into your home and turned to him. "So I probably will forgive you. Don't get your hopes up though!"

Reborn didn't dare to say anything yet, choosing to stay silent while observing your features. The dried tears and some left over trail of your mascara, even though you tried your hardest to make it less visible. Your eyes were slowly getting red and puffy from crying. "Reborn?" you broke the silence after a while of waiting.

"Belladonna, we won't see each other for a while."

It came down like a bomb, making you a bit startled and frozen on spot.

"Pardon?"

"You heard me. We won't see each other for a while."

Something told you that it wasn't in fact »for a while«. Something told you that it was in fact forever.

As soon as he turned his back to you, you rapidly stepped a bare foot out of the house, grabbing onto the sleeve of his suit. "W-What do you mean?" you asked while stuttering, your grip tightened around the sleeve. You were desperate. Desperate for an answer. Because you feared you won't see him ever again. "What do you... mean by that?" you choked a little.

The silence he returned made you more nervous and upset.

"Please answer, Reborn." you plead. "Please..."

A tear glided down your cheek. And he knew even with his back turned to him. It hurt. For you and for him. You felt how he tried to remove his sleeve out of your grip but you didn't let him, now grasping his wrist. "Please answer." you plead once again and gulped down the big lump in your throat. "Please." your voice got quieter as you furrowed your eyebrows. The silence broke you.

"You're so unfair..." first stab into his heart.

"You're so fucking unfair." second stab into his heart.

"You're so selfish." the third stab hurt more than the first and second one. "Don't you care about my feelings?! I'm always sick worried about you! We're friends since childhood! Heck—I don't even know if you consider our relationship as friends! Am I the only one?! Am I that blind?! It's so unfair!—"

He can't tell you yet. Not about the mafia. Not about the arcobaleno curse. Not yet.

Your voice only got muffled as he pulled you in for a hug. Your desperate calls and screams got quieter and quieter. And you broke down. Tears streamed down your face as you tightly gripped onto his suit, sobbing loudy against his chest. "You're so... unfair." you said. The time went by, your cries turned into hiccups and eventually, he spoke up.

"Please put your trust in me a little longer." he whispered. "I'll tell you everything when I come back."

"Promise me..."

"I can't."

"Well, what can you promise me then?" you huffed and pushed him back after using his shoulder to cry on. "You won't even come back..."

"I will come back." his black eyes told you he was serious. "It's a promise. For sure."

You couldn't help but huff at that. That man. You pressed your thumb over your lips before using the same finger which was painted with red lipstick to wipe over his lips.

"That's a promise, Reborn."

A pretty smile graced over your lips as if you were watching your masterpiece. He only sighed out. That sigh turned into a chuckle while he smirked at your action. Reborn turned his back to you and began to walk away. No see you, because he isn't sure when you'll see you each other again in his current condition. No good bye, because he will make sure to meet you again in his adult form.

You just watched him get away. Your doubt that he'll come back died down, because you trust him. Because he promised.

God, he promises himself he will confess his love for you. He promises to kiss you. Until then—

“Till we meet again, [name].”

a/n's note — THOUGHT IT WOULD COME OUT A LOT BETTER, BUT NO. noticed how he only called you by your name at the end?

#❨🎐❩ 𝐀𝐃𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀 :: shitpost.#katekyo hitman reborn #khr #khr imagines #katekyo hitman reborn x reader #khr x reader #reborn x reader #reborn #anime #manga

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rebornologist · 11 months ago

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Hello~ may I request the dirty talk headcanons for Dino, Hibari and Xanxus? Thanks in advance♡

Squalo is a bonus bc I think someone dropped an ask including him in my inbox and I banished it...... alas, might as well bc the rest of the characters overlapped w/ this ask. Thank you for asking me to write the most embarrassing blocks of text in my LIFE

♡ Dirty Talk w/ Dino, Hibari, Squalo, & Xanxus ✧

warnings: nasty. nsf/t. I genuinely get so embarrassed writing these bc nah wtf is this. breeding. swearing. praise. degradation. D/s dynamics. Xanxus is rude as hell.

✧ Dino Cavallone

He’s a sweetheart through and through pleaseeee he is very well-mannered, would never engage in any kind of degradation, only has the sweetest praises, and has an interesting.. thing about cum.

“Nngh.. haahh.. baby please, you’re gonna make me cum if you don’t stop-fuck!” His chest heaves, breathing ragged as he tenses, throwing his head back and squeezing his eyes shut as his orgasm crashes over him. He’s left panting, legs feeling wobbly, and seeing stars in the edges of his vision as he cups your face and leans in for the sweetest kiss.

୨୧ ⁺˳₊

“Tell me how much you want it.. how much you want my cum.. how you want me to put a baby in you, pleasepleaseplease yesyesyes,” he picks up the pace slightly as he chases that high, firmly rutting them into you, deep and unrelenting, as if he was actually trying to achieve what he was babbling about. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, letting out a breathy whine as he scrambles to unwrap your legs from around his waist. His hips stutter as he moves to hook his arms under your legs and push your knees down into a mating press. He wants nothing more in that moment than to ensure that he spills himself as deep in you as he can, because he likes to keep his promises, of course.

✧ Hibari Kyoya

I am biased b/c my favourite take on Hibari (next to acearo Hibari) is the one who’s secretly a service top in disguise. One who shows tough love, but has mellowed out with age and is fairly domestic (though still quite icy) at the end of the day. Taking his affinity for the small, often overlooked, but resourceful creatures, and extending that to what he likes in his partners. Something about being called, “little one”, by him... drools.

He often takes on quite the authoritative tone, and it’s literally the sexiest thing I’m sosorry y’all. Hibari is initially not as talkative, fairly quiet during sex, aside from giving instructions, and some small comments and mostly matter-of-fact statements. He can and will be convinced to include more praise and/or degradation in the bedroom, though it confuses him at first. He doesn’t understand why his partner would want him to purposefully shit talk them, and he was sure that he praises them enough, straightforwardly, when appropriate. It finally clicks when he sees how they absolutely melt for a simple “good pet,” or how they tense and squirm for him when he calls them a “pathetic hole, so desperate to be filled.”

“Patience, dove..” He mumbles, barely above a whisper, as he finishes tying off the last of the restraints. You’re already leaking and dripping down your thighs for him in the build up, the anticipation swimming laps in the pit of your stomach. The way he speaks as if nothing’s happened just makes you ache more.

୨୧ ⁺˳₊

“Do you want it? Hmmpf. Tell me what you want. Use your words,” is closest he will get to cooing at you, when he’s firmly demanding that you explicitly describe just how you want him, encouraging the most obscene words to spill from your trembling lips. A calloused hand grabs you by the jaw, turning your head to face him and look him in the eyes, and you feel your face burning in embarrassment.

✧ Superbia Squalo

Cocky bastard. Has no shame. Ego through the roof. You know this guy talks.

“D’ya like that? Yeah? Yeah, I can tell- fuck, the way you squeeze around me when I do this.. you gonna cum? Gonna make a mess, huh?” He exhales in such a way that it’s almost a chuckle, grinning ear to ear as he watches you squirm under him and reach your peak, not stopping what he’s doing until you’re twitching and tearing up, begging him to stop because you’re too sensitive to bear it anymore.

"Too much? You didn't think it'd be too much when you were rubbing me so desperately through my pants, huh? Open that smart mouth for me, darling." You hate that the only times he uses pet names is to mock you, and you hate that you're too holes-for-brains to do anything but obey when he gets sassy with you.

✧ Xanxus

Not much of a talker, and honestly is usually pretty rude. The only times he really says much is if you specifically ask him to talk dirty to you. If you don’t ask for it ahead of time, he’s very much a guy who speaks just to give instructions, and maybe warn you that he’s gonna bust.. and to prepare yourself for round two.. and three.. and f-

“Shut up, fuck.. lift your ass up.. ngh, finally making yourself useful,” he grumbles as he roughly fills you again, calloused hands gripping your waist roughly, sure to leave bruises tomorrow morning. “A bunny for breeding, is what you are..”

୨୧ ⁺˳₊

“Cum,” he instructs, short nails digging into the plush of your hips as he moves you, dragging you over his cock. “Right fuckin’ now, or else.” And you do. You shake in his hold and your walls spasm around him, because it feels so damn good, and because you know that if you don’t follow his command, he won’t give you another chance to reach your own high.

#khr #hitman reborn #katekyo hitman reborn #khr headcanons #khr imagines #khr smut #xanxus khr #hibari kyoya #superbi squalo #dino cavallone #dino x reader #hibari x reader #squalo x reader #xanxus x reader

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multi-fandom-imagine · 1 month ago

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𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝘀 || Dino Cavallone ||

A/n: I love Dino, he's so cute.

Dino winced as you carefully wrapped his broken fingers, your touch gentle despite the scolding look in your eyes. He was sitting on the edge of your shared bed, his injured hand resting on your lap while you worked. His usual sunny demeanor was slightly dimmed by the pain, but he still managed to flash you a sheepish grin.

You knew this would happen again, the man was practically accident prone that you were surprised he didn't break his fingers by tumbling down the stairs or tripping over his feet.

“I swear, it wasn’t my fault this time,” he tried, though the way you raised an eyebrow told him you weren’t buying it.

“Oh really?” You huffed, securing the bandages with practiced ease. “So you’re telling me that your men didn’t have to carry you back here looking like you went ten rounds with a brick wall?”

Dino let out a nervous chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck with his uninjured hand. “Okay, maybe it was kind of my fault.”

“Dino.”

“Alright, alright!” He sighed dramatically. “I may have gotten a little reckless during training.”

A sighing escaped your lips as your fingers gently smoothed out the tape around his fingers as you continued your work.

“A little reckless?” You shot him a pointed look. “You broke three fingers, again. How many times do I have to tell you to stop using your hands to block attacks like an idiot?”

Dino grinned despite himself, his golden eyes gleaming with amusement. “But I am your idiot.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips. “Yes, and I’d like to keep my idiot in one piece, thank you very much.”

He chuckled, leaning forward to press a quick kiss to your cheek. “You’re the best, you know that?”

You sighed, shaking your head as you finished wrapping his hand. “I know. And since I’m the best, I get to make the rules.” You shot him a playful glare. “No training until this heals.”

Dino groaned, dramatically flopping back onto the bed. “But I’ll get rusty!”

“You’ll get worse if you keep breaking yourself like this,” you shot back. “You will rest, or I’ll have Romario tie you to the bed."

Dino smirked. “Kinky.”

You swatted his good arm, making him laugh. “Shut up and behave.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he grinned, pulling you down beside him. “But only if you stay here and keep me company.”

You sighed but let him wrap his good arm around you, his warmth and familiar scent making it impossible to stay annoyed for long.

“Fine,” you muttered. “But if you break another bone anytime soon, I’m really going to scold you.”

Dino chuckled, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Deal.”

Biting back a groan, you shook your head as you buried your face into his chest. "Idiot."

"But I'm your idiot....forever.."Dino hugged you close as a snort left your lips.

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animeyanderelover · 9 months ago

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Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional mindset, stalking, manipulation, blackmailing, isolation, abduction, femalre reader

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I love you but I can't be with you

Fushiguro Toji

🪱You've been warned of Fushiguro Toji from his close acquaintance Shiu, your meeting with the agent unavoidable as soon as the assassin starts hanging out around you increasingly. Shiu is honest and you appreciate that even though what he informs you about hurts you a bit. Are you suprised though? Not really. It's always been obvious from observing the huge man that his life isn't exactly normal. It's just a shame that you had to fall in love with him of all people as you already know that you can't have a relationship with a man who sleeps with women only to leave them as soon as he has their money and who has a broke and irregular lifestyle you don't want to be part of. That is why you reject him when you find yourself in a situation where Toji makes his interest in you apparent even if your heart is beating out of your chest. You at least explain yourself honestly though as you confess that you can't see yourself in a relationship with him and the way he is currently living his life.

🪱Nothing would hold him back from simply abducting you, taking you for his own desires. He's thrown away the concept of morality with the death of his wife after all, doesn't care if people think of him as the scum on earth. It's... different with you though. A feeling that is neither normal love nor only selfish desire has crawled into his heart and nested itself inside like a parasite. He knows you have feelings for him. His senses have heightened to the point where he can smell and hear things that no other human could sense. He picks up on that little heartbeat of yours beating loudly inside your chest when he is around, senses the heat of your cheeks when he gets too close to you. You don't fear him nor do you despise him, you love him yet it is his own way of living and his bad reputation and gambling addiction that stops you from allowing you to give in to your feelings. Perhaps it is that knowledge that has him considering to give it one, but only one, try to woo you the normal way and to see if he is capable of more than what he has reduced himself to after his wife's death.

🪱All of a sudden he drops everything bad. He stops gambling, he saves the money, buys an actual house, starts caring more for Megumi who you often babysit and dresses up in better clothes. Even Shiu is surprised by the way Toji suddenly flipped his life around but the man has also known him long enough to realise that those feelings still differ from what Toji felt for his wife. He's willing to be a better lover for you but not willing to be anything more. He keeps secrets from you, never tells you what his true jobs entail and how he earns the money he willingly pours into you nor does he let you know about the presence of curses. The things you do not know can't scare you and hurt your relationship with him after all and as long as you are in his protection you may never need to find out after all. Is he a better person thanks to you? Yes and no. He's content, happy for the first time in years because of your presence in his life but he only is a better man when around you. He still murders children, woman and men alike to earn his money, hunts down everyone who poses a threat to you and gets rid of anyone else who may have an interest in you. You're going to be safe and loved, everyone else is a free game.

Doctor Shamal

🩺It is no surprise that you don't trust Shamal with your heart that foolishly fell for him even though you knew that he was a certified womanizer who loves every woman he lays eyes upon. Yet you couldn't stop your traitorous heart when his attention landed on you. As sappy and silly as Shamal is and as clingy and touchy as he acts, you have seen that he hides more behind that goofy facade of his. His knowledge is vast and he is quite educated and from the stories he has shared with you you know that he is a man who has travelled all over the world and has seen things that you can only dream of seeing with your own days some day if you have the money. The doctor showers you in attention, touches and compliments yet you wonder how long it will take him to find his new love interest so you decide that you should end things before you get your heart broken during a dinner he invited you too, dressing up in a nice suit and sending you expensive clothes to wear as well.

🩺As blind as this love might have made him, Shamal knows that his reputation with women in the past may have made him appear in not the best light in your eyes but the rejection you courtly tell him still breaks his poor heart on that night. No words and promises seem to convince you on that night enough to give him a chance as you almost have to run away from him as he persistently chases after you as you leave, sensing that you have broken the romantic atmosphere with your rejection. You're mistaken if you think that your rejection would stop Shamal though. He is far from giving up actually, all the more determined to win you over and prove you wrong. He may have had his unsavoury habits in the past but now he is a man truly in love and adamant to prove to you that he has changed for the better to be a devoted lover to you. Old habits of his unfortunately do not disappear in the least although there is one major change. His creepy behavior that he previously directed to multiple women is now solely focused on you.

🩺It is only the fact that you love him that stops you from calling the police as you forgive his behavior even though to any other person he classifies as a stalker. He follows you around every day and sings you his promises of love, constantly appears in front of your door and sends you constantly gifts all in hopes of winning you over. He is willing to do anything to help you see that he only loves you and if you want proof of his burning passion for you you only have to tell him what you want and he will give it to you. He may use some underhanded methods when he realises that he isn't getting anywhere with his attempts, might send his mosquitoes out to infect someone close to you only to sweep in as your night in shining armour who cures the patient back to health only to then bask in your attention and gratitude. Sure, it isn't very chivalrous to use other people to win you over but he isn't harming anyone fatally in the end and nurses everyone back to health. There are people much worse than him in the Mafia, you know?

Jae-Ha

💚Jae-Ha is infamous for his playboy attitude, appreciative of the beauty around him and even going as far as chasing everyone he believes to be beautiful. He may be a tad bit perverted but he does it with such confidence that it's almost attractive again. No one could blame you for falling in love with him as he is handsome, confident and despite his playboyish and perverted tendencies at the end of the day still highly charming and treats women with kindness and respect. Still, you have known him long enough and heard from the other people he travels with enough to know that he is probably not what you are looking for in a partner. As flattering and charming as he is as soon as he lays his eyes on you, you know that you are only one of many to have received such sweet words and his attention. His confession one day when the both of you are alone takes you by surprise as he asks of you to come with him, his hand stretched out and his green eyes looking at you.

💚He has been told off before by some women in his life due to his advances but he has always made the effort to respect their wishes. Your rejection is different though. It hurts him deep inside his heart yet he swallows all the pain down and smooths his face to hide any flicker of heartbreak as he asks you why you don't want to be with him. You're slightly anxious as you tell him about what you have seen yourself and what you have been told about his flirty and playboyish behavior and he can just feel the anger building up inside of him. He asks you who it is that told you about all of this and has to suppress his ire from showing too much as he clenches his jaw when you carefully admit that you had a talk with Ki-ja who told you about his tendencies to chase after everything he perceives as beautiful. The same night he gets into a fight with the white dragon that almost escalates into a physical fight if it wouldn't have been for Yona. Reluctantly he stops but his anger is still very much burning inside of him as he warns Ki-ja as well as everyone else to never put any wrong ideas in your head again.

💚He's far from discouraged from your rejection though. Jae-Ha is after all persistent and confident, downright bold with his advances as he continues to spend his time with you. He knows that he can't force you into a relationship with him. His group would catch on if he were to do it and Gi-Gan raised him better than this. As a rather possessive individual though the very least he has to do to be somewhat at ease is to see it through that you don't fall for anyone else and that no one dares to claim you for themselves. Perhaps it is a tad bit cruel as he keeps on tugging at your heartstrings even after you have rejected him to secure that you don't erase him from your heart, not allowing you to move on from him all whilst threatening and scaring away anyone who he senses considers trying their chances with you. It's alright. You don't have to accept him instantly but if you even think that he would just let you move on from him you are sorely mistaken. One day he will have you all for himself and until that day comes he will see it through that no one else can have you.

Suoh Tamaki

🌹You're not the first one in love with Tamaki from all the clients in the host club as he is widely popular in the school and you know that you aren't the last one either. Perhaps if he would have realised his feelings sooner you would have accepted his confession but unfortunately Tamaki remained oblivious for too long, denying his love for you so that he could keep his Host Club running and continue pleasing the female guests. By the time he finally acknowledges his feelings and the whole obsession comes crashing down on him you have resigned yourself to the fact that you probably wouldn't be happy due to his position and his role as the host. You've seen how much it means to him and have decided to not interfere. So when he goes down on one knee and offers you a red rose, confessing his feelings to you and asking you earnestly to be his you have a very bittersweet feeling brimming in your heart before you shake your head and softly reject him.

🌹You leave his poor heart shattered and his impulsiveness gets the better of him as he grasps your arm as you attempt to leave, tears brimming in his eyes. He's incredibly stubborn, shakes his head when you ask of him to let you leave as he refues to let you go after your rejection. Kyoya is on that day your savior as he had a feeling that Tamaki would confess to you soon after having finally figured out your feelings and he helps you to separate the teary-eyed boy from you before dragging him away, reprimanding him for his unwarranted behavior just now whilst Tamaki kneels on the ground like a kicked puppy, desperately dealing with his freshly broken heart. The co-host doesn't give up though, far from it actually. He knows that you have loved him long before he even realised his own emotions for you and this fuels his delusional thoughts only more. Nothing is lost after all as it is only his own inability to recognise his love for you that has ruined his chances and he constantly beats himself up for it.

🌹The truth is that he is more anxious than he would like to let others notice, his princely facade up as he attempts to woo you and win you over with the same act he constantly has all other guests swooning over him in the Host Club only to soon realise you don't fall for it as you know that this is merely an act he always puts on to please his clients. As soon as he has recognised that he is only pushing you away further though he drops this act and reveals his real self that he always shows outside of his Host Club. He's clingy, greedy for attention and throws a drama as soon as you pay attention to someone else and ignore him. At times his anxiety and impatience gets the better of him which means that he might corner you out of desperation. He loves you and he knows that you love him too so he's begging you to give him a chance. He knows that he's at fault for having ignored his own feelings for you but he promises that he'll treat you like royalty if you give him a chance.

Ikkyu

♠️Ikkyu's own blooming obsession is something he is painfully aware of because how could he not? He's essentially entrapped, his own wish he made as a child something that has restricted him and robbed him of his freedom as he has his own fanclub obsessing over him and threatening everyone who dares to try to take him away from them. That is why he attemps to distance himself from you for your own protection, pushing his own feelings down all because he wants to protect you. Yet the yearning he does would put a poet to shame, blue eyes discreetly stealing glances at you and only lingering on you when he is wearing sunglasses, his gaze hidden from the people around him behind the darkened lenses. Just once... Just once does he want to tell you how he truly feels about you and maybe then will he be able to move on. He spends a few days meticulously planning everything before he secretly informs you, his heart threatening to burst when he finally has you all for himself for the first time and tells you what he has been feeling for you for a longer time now.

♠️If you would have just acted the same way as everyone of his fangirls he would have been able to let you go yet you do something that sets him down a dark path. You confess your own feelings earnestly to him, his heart nearly stopping as he realises that you are genuine and not blinded by the same obsessive adoration as other girls but you instantly crush his heart moments later as you prove to be very self-aware. You know about Rika and his fanclub, do not wish to bring yourself into danger before admitting that you also aren't too sure about him. He's charming and a playboy, someone you do not want to commit to and whilst you do realise that this is probably a facade he has to keep up to keep his fangirls on a leash you wish you could see the real him but know that his status probably won't allow that. All you would have needed to do was be just another fangirl or just simply reject him and he could have moved on yet you defy all of his previous encounters with other girls. Ikki realises on that day that he can't allow himself to let you go, opening his heart as he willingly allows his obsession to fully take root.

♠️He leaves you alone after that day though and initially you believe that he respects your decision. The few times you two do interact there seems to be nothing off with him which only lures you into a sense of false security. You see him spending more time with Rika and his fangirls again and there is a bittersweet ache in your heart as you acknowledge that everything is back to how it was. At least until you receive news one day that Rika got into a terrible accident and is hospitalised, the whole fanclub in a disarray as Rika is the president. You didn't necessarily like her but what happened to her is still quite shocking. You didn't expect Ikkyu to look as affected as he does and you guess that even though Rika must have given him lots of trouble she still was someone he knew quite well. He seeks out comfort in you, keeps you close and you foolishly comply as you believe that he needs the company and the comfort, missing the way he smirks slightly when you hug him or the way his blue eyes trail over you as soon as you turn your head away from him.

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songsofadelaide · 2 months ago

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Cantarella

cw/tw: Xanxus x (f) reader, no flames AU centered in italy, no use of yn, original characters, childhood friends to [sexual tension to] lovers, motherless reader, flashbacks and time skips (features both present and TYL Xanxus, but mostly the latter), mentions of mafia terminology and murder (undetailed), more terrible parenting from Vongola IX (he is worse in this fic), mentions of drinking and alcohol, unprotected sex, smut with plot + pregnancy. minors do not interact.

Xanxus is his own warning. Character may deviate from the original source material for story purposes. wc: 11.4k

The task was simple: Entertain the leader of the Varia until your brother/boss gets there to talk business with the man himself. You were friends, after all, so keeping him occupied should be easy.

But you were also aware of how unreasonable that man was, especially when he didn't get what he wanted. And when Xanxus joked that he wanted to see your pretty face again after you last met, your brother knew it was more of a veiled threat than a simple jape.

In which your older brother, the boss of a minor mafia family bound to pay homage to the Vongola Family— and the Varia— unwittingly hands you over as an unknowing tribute to the most menacing man in all of Italy. Or so everyone thought.

— Riunione.

You shouldn't have been there.

Salvatore gave you an incredulous look when you knocked and opened the door to his den with a tray of tea and sweets in hand. Your father insisted that your brother's guest was someone of utmost importance, so you had to be just as hospitable.

"I didn't ask for you," he remarked with a tone slightly off and rougher than usual, his annoyance made evident by the clicking of his tongue. "Leave us."

Salvatore was a stern yet sweet older brother and he wasn't normally this mean to you. Sweat soaked the slightly wrinkled collar of his white dress shirt and you could see from the way his shoulders tensed up that he was both irked and nervous.

"No need to be rude to your sister, Andolini."

A low and lazy voice sliced through the disquieting silence that enveloped your brother's den. Long crossed legs in pressed black dress pants were set on your brother's mahogany coffee table, with jet-black leather dress shoes shined to perfection. You followed the length of his torso to his neck, faint burn scars on his otherwise chiseled face. The olive-skinned stranger sat on the emerald-green divan as though he owned the place.

Only it wasn't a stranger. You'd recognize those crimson eyes from a mile away.

"Yeah, right. You're not even a shining example of courtesy yourself, Vongola, so don't school me about being rude to—" Salvatore shot back at his guest before eventually turning in your direction once more, brows furrowed as he rattled you to leave his sight. "I said leave!"

The cups and plates clattered in the tray in your hands as you hurriedly exited the room. You left in haste and in fear of further incensing your brother, who was nothing but kind to you.

What was that about? You mused to yourself as you made your way back to the kitchen. Your brother has always been closer to Xanxus than you ever were, but that didn't mean you weren't friends at all.

— A series of comings and goings.

The Andolini Family shared an easy yet deep friendship with the Vongola Family that spanned generations. In essence, you and Salvatore have always been welcomed guests in the Vongola estate, even more so when he and the Vongola heir-apparent became fast friends. Salvatore witnessed firsthand how Xanxus grew into his role as a future leader and knew he had to follow suit if he were to stand next to him proudly.

Unfortunately for your brother, Xanxus was a prodigy— a jack of all trades and a master of everything he put his mind to. Though easily irritated and agitated, he was ultimately single-minded, with one driving purpose at heart— to lead his family. To where, no one knew exactly. He was also known for his explosive temper, the kind that made underlings follow him out of fear rather than loyalty. Salvatore was among those who understood Xanxus' will and respected his pursuit of strength. Along with their closeness and mutual respect came the eventual invitation for your brother to join the Varia, an independent arm of the Vongola Family under its heir's supervision.

At 16, after discovering a traitor within the family, Xanxus disobeyed his father's orders to stand down and left with his squad to raid an enemy family's headquarters. Your brother witnessed how the young leader's brash impulsiveness led to his accidental burning— and how it led to a year's sleep before Xanxus could finally set out in the sun without reliving the fire that seared his face.

In their boyhood, Xanxus always made himself at home in the Andolini estate, where he had always been welcome just as you and your brother were in his home. You found he would come and visit whenever he and his father, Don Timoteo Vongola, had fiery arguments, which were often, considering how he would sometimes stay over for days on end.

He was treated as part of the Andolini Family, though he was mostly just a passive and nonchalant onlooker who, surprisingly, always readily agreed and assisted your father in harvesting your family's famous navel oranges.

It was you Xanxus would seek out on days he would arrive at your estate while Salvatore was out running errands for your family, and he would often find you tending to your father's herb garden or with your nose buried in a book. Under the shade of the trees in your family's orange grove, you forgot about the rest of the world as you got lost in every book you could get your hands on. He would sit next to you in silence and observance and would sometimes comment on your reading material, such as Antony and Cleopatra being too mature for you.

He scoffed at your attempt at intellectualism, but the joke was on him since you read entirely for leisure. "Why not read a pocketbook romance instead of tragedies?"

"I dunno. I already started it, so no point in not finishing it," you shrugged off his remarks, not at all paying attention to the weight of his gaze on you. It was woefully dense, the kind of look that would make you ask what the hell have you been doing?

"Wanna know what happens in the end?"

"Not really."

You finally looked up from your book and realized just how exhausted he looked now. At 24, Xanxus had the appearance of a boy who had already seen more than he asked for. He was both a child and a man at that point in his life and the way his crimson eyes darkened whenever Varia's second-in-command came to escort him back to the Vongola estate only made him look even older than he was.

The silver-haired young man, whom you once heard your brother refer to as Squalo, often arrived with a sense of urgency that seemed to repel rather than compel Xanxus to return home, this instance even more stressful than usual. "We have our orders, boss."

"I haven't even spoken to Andolini."

"If you have a message for my brother, I'd be glad to pass it on to him."

"Tell him… I'll see him around," he stated with a rather thoughtful pause before pulling out all the stops. He wasn't one to sugarcoat things, after all. "And that he's shit and shit at keeping promises."

That day he left your home with his second-in-command was the last you would see him. Salvatore's perplexion was only further confounded as you delivered his friend's parting words. He demanded answers from your father, who must have known something from the way he evaded your brother's questioning.

"It's been months, old man. The Vongola estate hasn't been straight with me at all, either. Xanxus, Squalo, and the rest of the Varia have vanished! What on earth did Don Timoteo put them up to?!"

"What are you saying, Salvatore? Have you forgotten the kind world we live in? The young master of the Vongola was tasked with something I will ask you to do as well when the situation finally calls for it!"

"What?"

"Xanxus has been sent out to make his bones. And I'd sooner lose my head than break the promise I made to his old man. He is as good as dead if we do not stop speaking about him!"

"What are you saying, papa?! I was supposed to be with him! Xanxus himself asked me to—!"

Your father could only shake his head in response, and you could only watch as this conversation transpired from across your dining table. All you could remember was the sheer exhaustion in the older boy's crimson eyes and the burn scars on his face that made him look all the more menacing but also extremely tired.

All the while you couldn't help but muse to yourself how truly wanted to know how the tragedy of Antony and Cleopatra would end, having lost the taste to read it through to the end.

Maybe I should have said yes.

"Don't you think it's about time you started taking your suitors seriously?"

You looked up from your book and found your older brother's wife Natalia with a tray of tea and sweets on hand. There was no stopping your growing grin as you happily made space for

her next to you on the cozy sofa underneath your family's orange trees.

"First of all, Salvatore should stop being so mean to those suitors. But then again, if they are so easily rattled by the young don's questioning, how will he ever deem them worthy of me?"

Natalia is the daughter of Don Raffaele Vitelli, one of your father's associates. You two became fast friends since you were classmates, and she developed a sweet and innocent girlish crush on your older brother, who, surprisingly, reciprocated her tender feelings. They were, as the old people said, struck by the thunderbolt.

But it made sense to you. Natalia was hailed as a beauty of your hometown and though you did not think much of your brother since he was your brother, you knew they were a perfect match— both good-looking and from influential families… but more importantly, they liked each other for who they were. They were married in the summer of that year, and when you asked your brother when he first realized that he liked Natalia, his answer surprised you even further.

"Remember when Don Raffaele made his first visit to papa? Natalia was wearing a floral dress and she was carrying that awfully heavy bread basket and…" An uncharacteristically tender sigh left his lips as he set down his half-empty wine glass. "She was so beautiful. And strong. You know that she's an only child, right? She didn't have any siblings to rely on, and her father only had her."

"But she was so easy to talk to. Must have been why we got along so well," you replied with a bright smile on your face. "I wish you and Natalia many, many, many, and long, long years of happiness, Salvatore."

"And I wish to say the same to you, my dear sister. Has no one caught your eye at all at this party?"

"I should ask you that question, my brother!"

Salvatore did not take kindly to any suitors who made their attempts to woo you, though he didn't have to try so hard to scare them off when you were a deterrent yourself. None of them appreciated how well-read you were and how you challenged their way of thinking. One of them even said that you were just a girl from a family with influence and no one would want you if not for that and that you should think with your heart more than your head.

None were good enough for you, for the truth of their intentions betrayed the sweetness of their words and deeds. No one wanted you for who you were. The world you walked in meant men would either want you as leverage or as a trophy. For all of his severity, you knew that your brother meant well and came from a place of concern whenever men introduced themselves to you. The Andolini name held considerable influence in your region, even more so since your clan enjoyed the protection of the Vongola Family, which remained the most powerful mafia family in Italy.

"Well, I'm not at all surprised that no one passes your standards. They seem to have forgotten that women are more dangerous than shotguns here in our fair town."

On your 27th birthday, five years after Xanxus' escape and exile to northern Italy, you received a picturesque postcard from Siena that smelt of whiskey and the sun and was slightly wrinkled from having traveled far. There was no return address, only a simple message scrawled in thick black ink.

"Happy birthday. They both die in the end."

It was enough to make you laugh for the rest of the evening as your extended family had their fill of your father's anchovy pasta in rich red tomato sauce in your estate's orange grove.

"I thought so," you said to yourself as you slipped the card between the book you were reading now, a cheesy pocketbook romance that would surely make Xanxus proud. Or scoff.

— Ares in the forlorn garden.

Although you never liked large parties even when you were younger, your father and brother insisted on throwing those lavish celebrations whenever your birthday came around. You didn't like celebrating your birthday at all, for it also marked the day of your mother's passing after giving birth to you. When you realized how every celebration made them happy, you accepted the parties more for them if not for you.

Salvatore knew deep down that the parties did little to cheer you up. Every year he convinces you that it wasn't your fault. It never was… Yet no amount of celebration and commemoration could ease the guilt you felt— for being the one to live. For robbing him of his mother, too.

So he allows you to leave the parties once you've shown yourself to your guests. He doesn't bother looking for you either, since he knows you'll be in the estate's orange grove, reading and lounging under the trees adorned with bloomed orange blossoms.

One guest in particular always knew where to find you, too.

Or perhaps you never really felt a need to hide from him at all.

Xanxus didn't like crowds, either. But it was a birthday party where everyone knew who he was due to his close ties to the young master of the house and the birthday celebrant. He was also there in an official capacity as the Vongola heir-apparent, so his appearance was just as much of a show as your brother always planned it to be.

That afternoon was as mild and breezy as always in your region, so Xanxus wasn't that surprised at all to find you nearly asleep on the sofa your father set up for you under your orange trees.

The fall of your hair over the armrest of the sofa, your measured breaths, the rising of your chest underneath your cotton sundress, the slow movement of your lips as you read along the lines of the book in your hands…

It was a sight that never failed to comfort him, ground him, and remind him of his humanity despite all the things he had done in the name of maintaining peace and delivering justice… and retribution. For the Vongola Family.

It was the human part of him, after all, that tainted his being with want. A desire he could never give voice to in fear of what might be asked of him in exchange. Even though he fears nothing.

"Hey, brat."

"Still a brat even though I'm already 20, Xanxus?" You remarked as you rested your open book on your chest. "It's nice to see you."

"More tragedies?" He asked in his usual teasing and deriding voice. You sat up and gave him space to sit next to you.

"Be not vexed with me, Odysseus, for in all else thou wast ever the wisest of men. It is the gods that gave us sorrow, the gods who begrudged that we two should remain with each other and enjoy our youth, and come to the threshold of old age…" You read the passage from your book dramatically, but not without laughing in the end. Xanxus gently bonked your head with a wrapped present, its rectangular size and weight revealing what it was without you even opening it yet. "Oh! Grazie!"

"Something a little different from what you're used to reading," he stated as he fished something out of his pants pocket— a small velveteen box that held a simple gold rope chain and a teardrop-shaped garnet pendant. "And one last thing."

"It's so pretty," you said in utter awe as you tenderly caressed the pendant. "This color kinda reminds me of…"

You lifted your gaze from the jewelry and met the older boy's crimson gaze— the very same color as the stone in your hands. Now that you sat so close to him, you caught the faint scent of your brother's favorite whiskey on him, and… gunpowder? But his white dress shirt was immaculately pressed…

The scars on his face from that day have healed, too, but no doubt the memory remained. He hated being looked at at first, especially by you, for some unknown reason. But the way he held your gaze now must have meant he had already moved on from his initial insecurity.

…Not that he really had anything to be insecure about. He was gorgeous, even with that perpetual scowl on his face. Even with the scars. Other people will disagree with you, but this was a hill you were willing to die on.

"Glad you like it," he remarked as he watched you happily tear open the wrapping paper of his other present. "And that's an American novel. It's sad, very much to your tastes."

"Gone with the Wind," you read the title with a tender smile and pressed it close to your chest. "Thank you, Xanxus. I truly appreciate your gifts… though you know I'd be happy with just you being here."

Huh, Xanxus couldn't help but muse. You were happy that he was around?

"Could you, ah, help me? With the necklace, I mean. I'd like to wear it now," you said with the same soft smile on your face as you handed him the velvet box and drew your hair over your right shoulder. "I'm not really a jewelry kind of girl, but this is just too pretty not to wear and show off…"

Your rambles faded in his ears, replaced by the rush of blood and the warning of his common sense wanting to leave his being.

Shit, he thought to himself.

The things he wanted to do with the curve of your neck exposed to him.

He desperately fought the urge to touch you further than what you asked him to do, his hands steady as he fastened the clasp of the necklace. His resistance faded and staggered as his fingers grazed the warmth of your bare nape and you yelped in surprise as he hurriedly stood up and stormed off.

"Wh— Xanxus?!"

"Happy birthday, you little shit!" He shouted from over his shoulder as he stomped back into your house. "Don't follow me!"

It was only when Xanxus was finally out of sight that you brought a hand to your mouth and managed to swallow the lump in your throat. Oh. He had no business being that hot and cryptic and mysterious to you. Your face burned against the cold of your palm and you were once again reminded— His hands were hot! Burning hot!

— Chiama e Ritorna.

On his 34th birthday, Salvatore succeeded your father as the head of the Andolini Family of Sicily, and his inheritance was met with favor by Don Timoteo Vongola himself. It was customary for new family heads to make their courtesy calls to the Vongola Family following their inheritance ceremonies, where they were granted one request as a symbol of their deepened ties. The request could be anything as long as it was reasonable and within the Vongola Family's power to make it possible.

Salvatore thought long and hard about his request to Don Timoteo, but nothing came up— all because the Andolini Family was powerful in its own right and capable of making things happen if required.

Still, he stood in that well-protected office with a thought in mind, no trepidation as he bowed in reverence to the older man in a finely tailored russet suit. "I thank you for receiving me today, Don Timoteo."

"Welcome, and my heartfelt congratulations, young Salvatore," Timoteo stated as he stood up from his seat and offered a firm handshake to the younger man. "You are the spitting image of your father in his youth."

"So I've heard. I know for a fact that you and papa share a long and storied friendship, part of which my family and I have already seen," Salvatore returned the handshake with the same strength. "If I may speak freely."

The older man nodded, his eyes crinkling as he smiled.

"You swore my father into your service out of great love and respect for him. You treated him as you would your blood family. He would come to your aid whenever you needed it. I… I, too, have someone I deeply love and respect. And I will pledge myself to his command if need be. But I must know…"

For Salvatore, life was never the same without Xanxus. They were boys together, but it felt to him like he was the only one who grew up after all those years. And to hear nothing of his friend even from his father… He tempered his voice and expectations as he asked that one question that remained unanswered for a decade.

"Where is Xanxus?"

"And that is your request, young Salvatore?" Timoteo had a thoughtful hand on his chin. "I suppose you're now qualified to look into the darkness."

The older man led the fledgling boss to his antique desk, where a map of Italy lay with red circles and crosses. "It started here in Sicily, in Catania, specifically. There were whispers of yet another traitor in that region, so they set out to make clean work of it. He said it was part of making his mark as my heir-apparent. He said it was for the family. I myself could not protect him… Me, his father. To defend him meant reprisal for someone else, so I ordered them to move north— to Siena. You ran errands on the day Xanxus last visited the Andolini estate, correct? Your father made it so you would not be able to participate in this decade-long mission."

What? "What?"

"And I approved your father's plan after he begged on his knees… For me not to take his only son," Timoteo stated with a deep sigh. "From what I heard, Xanxus did not reach out to you at all, but he did reach out to your sister."

"My sister?"

"It must be no secret to you that Xanxus happens to be very fond of your sister, young Salvatore."

"It's the first I'm hearing of it, Don Timoteo. But more importantly, papa lied to me…" Salvatore couldn't count the markers on the map. They all blurred into a blotch that looked like a bloodstain. "I've only made my bones once. It was nothing like this. All this time we've been safe from any vendettas… It was because of Xanxus and the Varia. I…"

"There is no need to be so upset, young Salvatore. Xanxus did it all for the family. For the Vongola Family and all of its allies," the older man clamped a hand on the younger man's shoulder. "And I know I am only allowed to grant one request, but this one is—"

"On me."

The door swung open and your brother couldn't believe his eyes and ears when he heard who entered Don Vongola's office.

Taller, shoulders broader, voice deeper, hair longer… and crimson eyes that have seen more than he could have asked for.

"Been a while, Andolini. I'm a little late, but I'm here nonetheless," Xanxus stood before his friend in a pitch-black suit just as finely made and pressed as his father's, as though he hadn't left at all. "Congratulazioni."

In your brother's absence, you stood as the head of the Andolini Family as its underboss. It was a flashy title that weighed little to nothing as long as it was filled out, but Salvatore didn't want just anyone to stand in.

The birth of his son Niccolo meant he had his heir, the one who would carry and continue the Andolini name. The boy grew ever-curious and was particularly close to you, his only aunt. He enjoyed traipsing around the orange grove and made it his personal playground. You and Natalia would simply watch as he ran through the short distance of woods and back to the path home.

"Come, Niccolo!"

"We have returned, Signora Andolini," Vincenzo, your father's right hand and now one of your brother's men, announced their arrival back home following their visit to the Vongola estate.

The older man was a silver fox of your society, never having married due to his line of work. He and Alberto, yet another silver fox with more rugged features, have been around your father their whole lives— and have dedicated themselves to his service, which included protecting you and your brother, and his young but growing family as well.

"He means you, Nat," you nudged your sister-in-law as she bundled her son in her arms. Natalia carried Niccolo in one arm and beckoned you with the other as she made her way back into the house.

"Principessa," came the old man's voice calling out to you. It was an endearing nickname you've never outgrown because of how often the people at home used it, including your father's men. "Your papa would like to speak with you."

"I see. Grazie, Vincenzo," you said as you entered the house. You noticed the entourage of different cars parked within the estate gates. "Do we have guests?"

"They are guests of Don Andolini— your brother. I believe that is what your father wishes to speak to you about," Vincenzo stated as he gestured for the rest of the men to make way for you. Their suits all smelled of fancy perfume and cigarette smoke. "He should be in the kitchen."

"What is he doing there? He should be resting!" You exclaimed as you made your way past your brother's men, who all acknowledged you with a small but meaningful bow.

Salvatore's guests shuffled into the hallway just as you weaved through the first wave of men in suits. A blonde young man with wavy hair shielding his eyes caught your figure slipping past them.

"Who's that?"

"The Andolini girl, the sister of the capo, you nitwit," a silver-haired man responded to his subordinate's question. "You should know that by now."

"Ah, so that's the boss's— Ack!" The blonde was smacked in the back of his head by their silver-haired captain.

"Be quiet, Bel!"

True enough, your father was in your kitchen, cane in hand as he stood before the ignited stove with a kettle of water heating up. His suspenders were curiously fastened to his person, as though wanting to look presentable for someone.

"Papa! You should be resting!" You hurried to the old man's side and led him to the nearest chair you could find. "You can leave this to the kitchen staff…"

He shook his head at you. "Anyone less is an insult."

You furrowed your brows at his remark and understood what he meant. "Is our guest… Don Timoteo?"

Again, another shake of his head. "Someone just as important."

"Fine. I'll do it, papa. I'll serve Salvatore and his guest, but please… I'll call Vincenzo to take you to the veranda if you don't want to return to your room. No moving up and down the house unnecessarily, please," you bent down on your knees and pled with your father, clasping his wrinkled hands in yours.

"Caro figlia… My dear girl…" He spoke softly, bringing his warm yet rugged palm to your cheek. He was a man who did unthinkable things in the name of your family and made his bread with it. But at this moment, he was simply a father doting on his only daughter. You sank into his gentle hold, which felt oddly sentimental.

"I'll be right back, papa," you said as you gently grasped his wrist and got up on your feet. The rooibos tea and orange tarts you made with your sister-in-law were always a winning combination. A luxury, as your brother's men once said when they were served with the snack, incredibly grateful that their underboss and the wife of their boss would do something so wonderful for them. This should impress whoever's with Salvatore, I hope.

But Salvatore gave you an incredulous look when you knocked and opened the door to his den with the tray of tea and sweets in hand. Your father insisted that your brother's guest was someone of utmost importance, so you had to be just as hospitable.

You shouldn't have been there.

"I didn't ask for you," your older brother remarked with a tone slightly off and rougher than usual, his annoyance made evident by the clicking of his tongue. Sweat soaked the slightly wrinkled collar of his white dress shirt and you could see from the way his shoulders tensed up that he was both irked and nervous. "Leave us."

"No need to be rude to your sister, Andolini."

A low and lazy voice sliced through the odd silence that enveloped Salvatore's den. Long crossed legs in pressed black dress pants were set on your brother's mahogany coffee table, with jet-black leather dress shoes shined to perfection. You followed the length of his torso to his neck, faint burn scars on this stranger's otherwise chiseled face.

Only it wasn't a stranger. You'd recognize those crimson eyes from a mile away.

Crimson, like the stone that rested on the smoothness of your chest. A treasured present from long ago.

The rest of their conversation faded in the background as you locked eyes with the man, his dark hair framing the intensity of his gaze. Salvatore furrowed his brows as he rattled you to leave his sight. "I said leave!"

You left the room in haste and scurried away with the tea and snacks in hand, not at all paying attention to the men in sleek black suits lined up outside your brother's office.

"Oh? Did her brother chase her out? I doubt it was the boss who did," the same blonde young man commented as you walked past them, his smirk long and wide. "After all, the boss…"

What was that about? You mused to yourself as you made your way back to the kitchen. Your brother has always been closer to Xanxus than you ever were, but that didn't mean you weren't friends at all.

That didn't mean you didn't hold any feelings for him at all.

Xanxus snorted in his seat before letting off a low chuckle. "How do you expect me to help you if you aren't gonna help me, Andolini?"

"You must be really desperate if you want my help, Vongola," Salvatore said as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Wait, what do you mean? I don't remember you asking for my help for anything."

"Huh. You're right. I'm here to make demands," the dark-haired man stated with a small but knowing crooked smile on his face. "First order of things is that pretty face that just left the room. She better attend this party or this deal you're looking at is off."

"You don't mean that."

But what if he did? Somehow the old don's words from their earlier conversation started to make… sense. Along with all of his friend's irrational and unexplainable behavior when they were younger.

It must be no secret to you that Xanxus happens to be very fond of your sister, young Salvatore.

Xanxus glared at him, something he hadn't done in a long time. Salvatore thought his friend had outgrown that awful temperament of his, but that practiced stink eye of his clearly meant otherwise.

"Don't make me ask twice, Andolini."

— Ares does not have any flights of fancy.

"Who the fuck is that scumbag?"

Xanxus stood by the door leading to the Andolini estate's orange grove and followed your trail with his eyes. It was impossible for eyes not to be drawn to you because of that gorgeous golden sundress of yours. Your walk was slow and intentional, hands on your back as you made small talk with the young man walking next to you. You pointed at his left hand, seemingly asking about the meaning of the tattoo peeking from under his sleeve.

"Whaddya mean who's that scumbag? That's Dino Cavallone. I thought your father introduced him to you," Salvatore remarked with a slight hint of annoyance as he stood next to his friend, both of them impeccably dressed in matching coal-black suits. "He's the new Don Cavallone. Pretty young to be boss, but he's the same age as my sister— 22, if I'm right? So there's that."

"What the fuck's he doin' here?"

With you, no less. Xanxus flinched ever so slightly as he saw you almost trip on your feet, your arm caught by the young don in the ash-gray pinstripe suit.

"Wha— Xanxus, what's with all the questions? And slow down with all the profanities! We're here at my house, not Villa Vongola," your brother responded to his friend's questioning. "Cavallone's here to visit my sister. Seems quite taken by her, too. If things go as planned, he may even ask for her hand in marriage."

"Huh," the dark-haired boy remarked flatly. He grabbed his blazer from one of the couches and hurriedly put it on, calling out for you in a blind rage as he buttoned it down and walked out to the orange grove. "Hey, brat!"

"X-Xanxus?! Oh, man… Nat is going to kill me for being late!" Salvatore exclaimed as he was shrugged off by his friend. "But what the hell is he so angry about?!"

You turned back when you heard the dull shouting from the distance and found Xanxus walking over to where you were, pebbles crunching underneath his dress shoes, the afternoon sun dancing along his fine features. "Xanxus? I thought you and Salvatore were going somewhere today?"

He didn't speak at first, and neither did he acknowledge your companion this afternoon.

"Oh, this is Don Dino Cavallone, he—" You gestured to the blonde young man standing next to you, only for you to be cut off when he slowly and intentionally reached for the garnet pendant hanging from your neck, his fingers burning as he touched your skin.

"Didn't ask. Don't care."

Fortunately, Dino was an incredibly understanding guest who understood what exactly was happening at that very moment. He was warned about this, too, though he didn't really pay much attention to hearsay from other young heirs and bosses who once tried their hand at courting you. He was aware of Xanxus's impulsive personality, too, but he didn't expect him to be incredibly petty.

"I'll visit you again some other time, girasole," he said as he gently grasped your hand and raised it to his lips, a warm but chaste kiss pressed to your knuckles. "Thank you for this afternoon."

"O-Of course, Don Dino! Thank you for the sweets, too!" You said as you gave him a short but meaningful bow. "Please take care on your way home!"

You watched your older brother approach the retreating figure, an apologetic look on his face as he walked him out of your estate.

"Xanxus, what was that?"

But he refused to look at you this time, his crimson eyes narrowed and turned elsewhere before he eventually stalked back to your estate.

"H-Hey! I was talking to you! Ah—!" You followed suit, stomping towards Xanxus before eventually tripping on your feet because of— these damned sandals! He caught you in time, his palms warm as he grasped your arms.

"…stand it…" His murmur was inaudible even though you were as close as you could be.

"What?…"

"I can't stand it," he said, his gaze burning holes through you. He thought of closing the irritatingly small distance between you, but what would your family say if they saw you in such a compromised position? With him, no less. They would demand he take responsibility for you. He would have tied you to him forever.

Isn't that what I want?

"You can't stand what?" you asked, voice hushed to a whisper as you brought your hand to his cheek, your fingertips burning as you tenderly caressed the span of his scar. He shut his eyes as he felt the ghose of your breath over his lips…

And he fought the demons in his head until he couldn't.

You felt his large hand on the back of your head as his lips crashed onto yours.

"Xanxus?"

Your soft voice breaks the spell.

Xanxus opened his eyes and found you staring right back at him with concern washed over your features, your lips still glossy. You both stood up slowly, but he broke apart from your hold as soon as he was on his feet. He stormed off in his usual Xanxus fashion and dragged the clueless Salvatore away as he was about to head to the orange grove himself.

"I can't be around you without you tripping all over the place, you klutzy piece of trash!"

At the end of the day, it was you who met up with Natalia for her supposed dinner with your brother, and all you could do was sit in a daze and apologize, for all you could think of was drowning in that boy's eyes— tired, pensive, deep, and dark as the sweet seeds of a pomegranate cut open in half.

— Ares and the forbidden fruit.

You were summoned to your brother's office— at his behest, this time, and you found him brooding over a single gilded envelope on his desk. The way he blew you off earlier still pissed you off, and you weren't even able to get in a word to Xanxus, who left with the Varia not long after holding that brief discussion with Salvatore.

"Well, you know by now that Xanxus is back home. The Vongola Family's gonna host a simple celebration for his homecoming tomorrow night," Salvatore stated as he handed the envelope to you. "I know we usually visit their estate together, but I have something urgent that needs handling before I can get there."

"We can always go together. I don't see what the issue is…" You replied as you pulled out the invitation card from its thin cardboard sleeve.

"Business is in Catania and it takes at least three hours to get there. Which is why you'll head to the celebration first, underboss," he said with a rather tired sigh. "Now that Xanxus is back, I expect an improvement in our correspondence with the Vongola Family. That business in Catania is something I'll need his help with. Talk to him a bit about it. Only until I arrive."

"Okay, Salvatore."

"I had a dress brought in for this occasion. He said it was a black tie affair, so I can't have you heading there in your usual getup," Salvatore stated matter-of-factly, pointing at your sundress. "It should be in your room now."

"All right. Anything else I should take note of?"

"Yeah," he said with a small frown, a thoughtful hand on his chin this time. "Don't do anything dumb, all right? Vincenzo will be with me and Al's staying with the old man, so Luca's gonna be your guard."

Luca was a greenhorn, a soldato brought in by Vincenzo after proving loyal and useful to your family's cause. He was younger than you, a little bit on the dense side, but incredibly charming and nimble on his feet.

And also extremely easy to control.

This now leads to the thought that has been brewing in your mind for the last few hours.

How far am I willing to go for answers, exactly?

"We'll make a quick escape if something goes horribly wrong. But with Xanxus and the Varia back home, I doubt anything will happen," you reassured your brother. "But don't you think it's about time I learned how to drive, Salvatore?"

"Not on your life. Now scat! It's still a day away, but start preparing for the party! Better teach your bodyguard some manners, too, while you're at it."

Salvatore's fashion sense has always been incredibly on point. He was right that a silky black dress is fail-proof, so it was no surprise when heads turned upon your arrival at the banquet hall that evening. The whispers from other members of your society were something you've grown used to, even more so after rejecting countless sons and suitors.

Your arrival didn't go by unnoticed by the men closest to the star of that night, all of them doing away with their heavy-duty trench coats and donning impeccable threads— classic black suits and pressed dress shirts, shined dress shoes, and similar crimson lapel pins bearing their coat of arms.

"There's your little present, in pretty wrapping paper and all," Squalo said with a snort as he watched his boss's unchanged reaction. "That kid with her… Is he her bodyguard for tonight?"

Xanxus didn't want to seem too eager, but he quirked an eyebrow when you gestured for the Andolini soldato to approach you, the boy fiddling with his crooked tie.

"Lu," you turned to your only bodyguard for the night and moved to adjust the black tie fastened around his pressed collar. He let out a small sigh of relief that you helped him out. Your brother was right when he said the kid needed a crash course on etiquette, but you didn't expect him to be a dolt when it came to clothes, too.

"Sì, principessa?"

Luca had a twinkle in his eyes, as though expecting you to give him an assignment he could boast about to the more experienced members of your family. You gave him one final look from head to toe before giving a nod of approval. Vincenzo was right when he said the boy cleans up well.

"I'm gonna pull rank here and dismiss you for the evening. I promise you, though… that I'll never leave the Vongola Villa, so you don't have to worry about me going missing."

"But Don Salvatore said I should keep my eyes on you the whole time," he replied to you with a hint of trepidation in his voice, as expected of a man of his experience.

If this were Vincenzo or Alberto— old men too clever for your own good— you'd be on lockdown the entire night until it was time to return home.

"Look, does he want this deal with Xanxus or not?" You asked him, clamping your hands on his shoulders. "I'm doing this for the family, so technically, you're doing it for the family, too."

Not really. It was mostly for yourself and for the handsome man staring at you from across the hall, his drink in hand as he greeted and dismissed guests from where he sat.

"Besides, I want you to…" You continued, surveying your surroundings for anything— "Dance with a pretty girl tonight!"

"A-Am I allowed t—"

"I am allowing you to!" You exclaimed as you gave the younger man a hearty push towards the buffet table. You found the thought of having a gullible little brother amusing back then, but you never thought it would be this funny. "Eat, drink, dance, but don't ever leave this place without me, understood?"

Luca was young and sweet-faced, so he would surely beguile an equally sweet-faced girl— or a lonely signora with a penchant for vigor. As for the aftermath of whatever chaos he might get into, you'll deal with it in the morning.

"What are you scheming?" A low voice came from behind you, followed by the touch of a cool glass of whiskey on your bare shoulder. "You made quick work of that greenhorn."

You turned around and saw the star of the night standing right behind you, followed by the gaze of everyone else in the hall.

Xanxus was taller, his shoulders much broader compared to when you last met, yet in his crimson eyes was the same exhaustion that haunted him in his youth. He grew out his hair, dark locks framing his gaze now. Scarlet plumes rested on his left shoulder, a stark contrast to the blackness of his suit.

"Did he send you here on your own? That Andolini's getting good at this vanishing act," he stated. "Your brother's refusal from before was enough disrespect, but that doesn't mean I'll forget our many years of friendship."

"My brother was never going to refuse you," you answered him with a small smile. "You have no idea how upset Salvatore was when you left… without him."

"I suppose it worked out for the best," he replied to you with a pensive gaze underneath his furrowed brows. "Does he go by Don Andolini now?"

"No, he'll always be Salvatore to us," you said with a chuckle.

"And you? How've you been? I can see now why your brother's so adamant about showing you off," Xanxus chuckled right back, taking your hand in his. "But you're… 32, yeah? And still at home with your family."

"There are worse things to be than being unmarried at 32," you said matter-of-factly. "Such as being unmarried at 34."

"Been busy. People ought to stop giving me shit for that. I don't even care much for marriage."

"You don't?"

"I might consider it…"

Xanxus noticed your sudden uneasiness as more whispers filled the air. You couldn't handle the thought of being stared at the entire evening just because he stood up from his seat for the first time in hours.

"You're with me. Who cares what these cafone think?" He said as he uncharacteristically squeezed your hand to elicit a response from you. "Besides, it's no secret that I have a soft spot for the Andolini girl."

"Do you, now?"

"Come with me upstairs and I'll prove it."

There it was.

"Okay."

With a single snap of his fingers, melodious music played by the live band drew dancers to the dance floor, a diversion to throw the rest of the crowd off your trail. You left the hall as silently as you could, pulled away by the entire reason why the party was being held in the first place.

He led you to a vacant bedroom illuminated by candles and the silver moonlight, the long curtains still drawn open. On top of a cedar drawer were bar glasses and unopened bottles of whiskey and tequila.

"Oh! Wanna play a drinking game while we're here? How about Truth or Drink? We'll take turns sharing statements that could either be true or false. If you guess right, I'll drink. If you guess wrong, well… You already know what that means," you stated rather excitedly as you twisted open the bottle of tequila.

"That's not even a real drinking game," came his voice from behind you again.

"I thought we came here to prove how much of a soft spot you have for the Andolini girl," you pouted at him."Just play with me because I want to hear all about what you did in the last ten years. Maybe even beyond that, too…"

You poured the amber liquor into the glasses and handed one to him, a glint of mischief in your eyes as he received it.

"Too bad we don't have any salt and lime, but that's fine. Okay, I'll start. I, uh…" You said with a short pause as though in thought. "I learned how to drive."

"Lie," he stated confidently. "Your brother would never teach you how to drive because who knows what trouble you'd get yourself into? Drink up."

"Fine…" You huffed before downing the contents of your glass straight up. It burned, sweet and bitter as it ran down your throat, but also slightly refreshing. "Okay, your turn."

"I killed people."

"It's like you're not even trying!" A small hmph left your lips this time. "And that's true, by the way, so drink up."

You refilled your empty glasses, swirling yours around as you thought of something to say. "I learned how to bake. And c—"

"Truth."

"I wasn't even finished explaining…" You said, your voice faint as you drank deep once more. By that time, Xanxus had already sat on the edge of the feather bed in that room, wherever you were, his eyes on your form as he heard the clinking of the tequila bottle against the rim of your glass.

And he couldn't help but think of how easily you waltzed into the palm of his hand. Did your years and years of familiarity dull your senses to any danger he may have posed? Then again, did he ever give you the impression that it was dangerous to be around him?

"I'm not my old man's kid, just a distant nephew. That explains why I'll never be the next head of the Vongola Family, even though I worked long and hard for it. That explains why I'm expendable. Why they didn't bother calling me back home to Sicily after completing orders."

"What?"

He left the danger behind every time he made his way to the Andolini estate. It was a corner of his world where he found absolute solace— normalcy, even— and maybe he tricked himself into thinking that he could just be a normal kid like Salvatore was. Like you were. After all, you treated him no different from any other kid who made friends with you.

"I befriended your brother because I wanted to know what it was like," he said as he downed his drink. "To have a family that didn't treat you like a tool."

But there was nothing normal about his name being synonymous with a deathbringer. With him and his elite squad of killers… There was no leaving his nature behind— he even had it branded on him as a reminder— by the man he called his father, no less.

How you managed to look past everything was a mystery. One he was willing to bend the rules to get his answer.

"I've always wanted to kiss you."

You stared back at him with an expression you couldn't understand yourself, even though his eyes exuded nothing but apathy. You felt your chest tighten and your lips quivered at his revelations. "Xanxus…"

"You know how much people would pay for that kind of information? But then your brother would lose his sister instead of gaining a brother-in-law," he chuckled as you made your approach. "Does that prove how much of a soft spot I have for you?"

You stood before him with tears in the corner of your eyes, and he drew you close by taking your hands in his… and you couldn't tell which of you was warmer.

"Sometimes, I still wish it was me who died instead of mama," you told him, a slight quake in your voice as you lowered yourself into his embrace. "I never took any of my suitors seriously because I've been waiting for you to come back home."

Xanxus didn't have to know that you willingly waltzed into the palm of his hand. The danger he posed meant nothing compared to all those years of familiarity, of friendship— and frustration— and neither did he give you any reason to fear him.

"I've always wanted to kiss you, too."

You sank into the maroon-colored plush comforters after what should have been a formal meeting with the boss of the Varia— and the underboss of the Vongola Family. The drinks didn't help your case, either. You've always been a lightweight. Xanxus knew that, too, but the tequila was simply divine and you haven't seen his face in a long time.

The same, familiar burning touch made its way to your thighs, the hem of your skirt slowly hiked up as it pooled around your waist.

"Nnhh… X-Xanxus? Wh—?"

You knew it was him, even though he paid little attention to the little cries that left your lips. Those were no cries of protests, either, but more of longing. Yearning. Desiring.

Warm. His touch underneath the silk of your dress was warm. You dove deep into his crimson gaze as he loomed over you, your legs spread out to give him space in between.

"…ss m…" Your voice was a quiver and a murmur that he could only hear by leaning down.

"What?"

And when he was close enough, you brought your lips to his ears and pleaded with the gentlest of voices. "Kiss me…"

It took him a moment to register what it was you just asked him, but your heady gaze gave it all away. His lips crashed onto yours, slowly evolving into an exchange of hungry and moist breaths. Without parting, his hands made their way up to your chest with urgency, cupping your breasts in his burning palms. He felt you moan into your kiss and struggle ever so slightly as you grasped his wrists to anchor yourself to him.

"Ah…!" You gasped for air as you finally parted. A thin trail of saliva connected you but gently broke off as Xanxus slowly pulled away from you to let you breathe. Once you've caught your breath, he leaned down closely and comfortably on top of you and brushed even warmer kisses on your neck.

"Huh. You're actually kind of cute," He whispered in your ear, his warm breath both tickling and arousing your sense of sound.

You pouted at his teasing quip, tears prickling your eyes. "I've always been cute!"

"'Course you are," he replied casually as he lifted the rest of your dress off you, your bareness in plain sight for him to see.

Oh, you thought to yourself, surprised that you were able to manage a lucid thought after such a vulgar kiss. He motioned for you to arch your back a little as his hands fiddled with the clasp of your brassiere.

We're really doing it…

You tried to blink away your tears, only for Xanxus to flick out his tongue and lick them away.

"Ah…?"

"Quiet," he grunted at you, his hand gently but firmly grasping your chin now. "…Now be a good girl and open your mouth for me."

You obliged with his command, parting your glossy lips enough for him to slide his tongue in your mouth. The sound of your quiet but pleased moans filled his ears, his blood rushing someplace else now.

He groped your breasts once again, sinking his fingers into the plush of your skin. Your kiss was broken when he moved to lick and suck on your hardened and aroused nipples this time.

"Ah—! W-Wait—!" Your voice echoed in his quarters, rebounding against the thick stone walls. If there was some comfort in this, it was the fact that no one else could hear you lose yourself to the ecstasy that was sex with your long-time unrequited-requited love.

Your fingers weaved through his dark hair, tugging as you felt a buildup of odd sensations between your thighs. "Nngh… ahh…!"

He slid a hand over your thigh and slipped it under the waistband of your underwear— and you flinched, not at all prepared for the steady rhythm of his fingers running over your moist entrance.

Xanxus felt you tremble underneath him as he thrust his middle and index fingers into you, his lips curling into a sadistic yet pleased smile as your expression faded into one of pleasure.

"You know your brother's gonna kill me if he finds out about this," he said with a chuckle, moving at a pace that seemed agreeable from the way your face contorted with sexual delight.

Your brows furrowed at his remark as you threw a garbled response at him. "D-Don't t-talk about Sa— Salvatore nowww! Ah—!"

The way he touched you was measured and precise, evidently practiced, but you pushed that thought down as he nipped at your jaw. You coiled your arms around his neck and drew him in for a kiss, but even with his lips on yours, a myriad of tender-sounding moans escaped your mouth unbidden.

And he relished it all.

"Hhnn… Th-There—! Ah…"

"You like it there, then?" He asked you, and you could tell from the sensual sound of his voice that he was nothing but pleased with how honest you were being.

"Wa— Wait— Ah— I…" You whimpered with more tears in your eyes, prompting him to slow down. "I want to make you feel good, too…"

A shit-eating grin made its way to his face, though he tried not to show it. He drew his fingers out of your already sopping pussy and brought them to his mouth, the scent and moisture clinging onto his tongue and lips. It was your flavor.

You slowly sat up and… gave the bed a big pat, gesturing for him to lie back down. Perhaps books can never give justice to the real thing, but you weren't one to back down from a challenge.

Xanxus couldn't believe that you were ordering him around at first, but lie down he did, his elbows supporting the rest of his torso. He spread his long legs across the bed while you positioned yourself between them, unable to read the expression on his face at all, but the warm bulge that tented his black pants said everything you needed to know.

You ran your hands over the bulge and felt him shift ever so slightly, his gaze narrowing and darkening as you moved to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants this time. He followed your steady movement with bated breath, a low hiss leaving his lips as you pulled out his throbbing cock and stroked it with fervor, building a steady but gentle pace gentle before gradually increasing your speed, your hot breath ghosting against his length.

He tried to relax. Relax. But thoughts ran through his head, such as how he tainted the only sacred thing in his life— Even though he's wanted to do it for the longest time…

You felt him slightly shudder against your touch, even more so when you opened your mouth to lick his tip and suck him bit by bit, until the entire thing vanished up to your throat.

"Tch… Where the fuck did you learn to use your smart mouth like that, you fucking brat?" He grunted at you, a mix of pleasure and annoyance in his voice. The guiding hand on the crown of your head slightly tightened its grip on you, a fistful of your hair bunched in his fingers now as he motioned for you to slow down and stop.

Dark tears streaked your face, the glitter of your eye makeup slightly blinding you as Xanxus gripped your chin and pulled you forward into his arms, warm lips crashing against warm lips as he maneuvered you to lie comfortably on your back.

"I'm not stopping," he said as loomed over you once again, his black hair like a curtain concealing everything but his face, and that pleased expression he had on. He positioned himself between your thighs, callused hands sinking into your waist as he positioned you to receive him. "Not even if you ask me."

"Th-That's fine…" You replied with a tremble in your voice, the rest of your senses lost to you as you felt his length running over the burning wetness of your folds. "You don't h-have to hold back at all."

Gentleness was not his forte at all, and even though the edge and sharpness of the first thrust didn't last long, he couldn't help but piston into you, fucking you deep into the plush comforters until you scratched your throat from all of your moaning.

The pleasure was so easy to get lost in with how closely held you, shifting positions until he felt your insides spasm in sheer delight, until he came and watched you overflow with his cum. You didn't even think of the consequences— burning hot as it was inside you.

"X-Xanxus…" You cried out to him now. "Any more of this— I-I'll get pregnant…!"

You lost count now, stupefied by the satisfaction he granted to you, and even though you were pleading now, he didn't stop moving. Not when he could feel your insides coil around him like that.

"It's fine."

"Wh-Whaddya mean it's fine? Ah…!"

"Yeah, that's fine," Xanxus stated with the same shit-eating smirk you've always adored, but it faded as he held your gaze and commanded— "Bear my child."

"Che cazzo! Are you fucking serio— Gh!"

He chuckled at your surprised face, your blissed-out face that made him pick up his speed again, but not before telling you, "I promise to take responsibility."

And he moved again, the blinding force and the fullness of his weight over you stealing your breath. Your lips were parted but no voice slipped out, and you could only cling onto him hopelessly.

"H-Hey," you grunted at him as you palmed his face, brushing up his dark hair to reveal a sharp gaze fixed solely on you. "Make me your wife."

Xanxus laced his fingers with yours, his pace picking up that it almost made the entire bed move. He wanted to speak again, but figured it could wait— your pussy couldn't.

"C… Cumming— hh—!" You cried out to him, stars in your eyes as you convulsed under his weight, your blinding climax followed by his own, white warmth spilled in your innermost core. A single stream of his semen seeped out as he pulled out of you, your heady breaths fogging your vision until a cloud of sleepiness landed on you.

You fell into a cozy rest not long afterward, whispering stories of triumph and composing your speech for Salvatore, knowing he'd be the first to protest. As you were comfortably nestled on his side, using his long arm as a pillow, you drew unconcentrated circles on his chest until he broke the silence.

"Stay here in Palermo with me," came his short statement, which sounded more like a command than a request.

Still, he looked incredibly serious and your fat brain was telling you to rile him up. "Is that your idea of a proposal?"

"What the fuck do you want me to say?"

"For starters, you can tell me… Well, I guess better tell you first since I happen to be sure about how I feel," you said, propping your chip up his chest to better see his reaction. "I love you."

Xanxus stared at you for what felt like hours, his hand running up and down your arm in a strange rhythm.

"Cat got your tongue?" You teased him, only for him to tenderly whisper something in your ear in a heart-rending voice that drew out the tears in your eyes.

"Voi siete il mio cuore, la mia anima e la mia vita."

You are my heart, my soul, my life.

So you kiss him— and it might never be enough to take away all of his pain, but he assured you that it was enough. It will be now. You kissed him until his breath steadied and the sleep settled in his exhausted bones. Until he figured it was safe enough to do so, with you locked in his arms.

It was the most restful night he had in ten years.

Xanxus woke up with the morning sunlight tickling his face. He forgot that you didn't close the curtains last night. His dazed thoughts were rattled when he reached over the other side of the bed and found it empty.

He sat up slowly and brushed up the dark hair over his face, chuckling at the realization that you had left before he could wake up.

"Tch. Little tramp."

— Ancora.

Xanxus knew he had to be prepared for anything the moment he set foot in Villa Andolini. Two weeks have passed since your supposed exchange of feelings and he hated being left to wonder. Why the hell did you leave without saying goodbye in the first place? Then again, he wouldn't be surprised if you changed your mind all of a sudden.

"Wondering will do nothing, boss!" One of his subordinates, Lussuria, commented on his wordless concern. "You two have known each other since forever! Surely any worries you have will vanish once you talk things out again."

Whatever worry he had on his mind was stamped out quickly when he laid eyes on you in your estate's orange grove, directing your family's soldato as they picked out the ripe oranges hanging from your trees. He had forgotten all about your family's harvesting season.

"Careful not to drop those, Lu. The fruit'll bruise and all— Oh! What a surprise!"

You beamed at the man in black from across your orange grove, removing your gardening gloves and pocketing them in your denim overalls. Your brother's men acknowledged your visitor with a short bow, leaving your presence after carefully stacking the wooden fruit crates close to the orchard's entry point.

"The hell have you been up to?"

"Corporal punishment, or so my brother says. He lost his shit when I didn't return home last we met. He even beat the crap out of Luca even though I said it was my idea. But before everything else, I want to tell you that I really am pregnant. No surprises there," you said with a smile as you fished something out of your left pocket. It was a positive pregnancy test, something Xanxus cluelessly blinked at as you handed it to him. "You're lucky Salvatore isn't around today because he was so angry when he saw the test on my dresser."

"Where's he now?"

"Catania. His wife's new bakery's been keeping him busy lately. Papa's with him, too, since Niccolo wants to see him. I, on the other hand, have been given more responsibility around here even though I've been advised by our family doctor to slow down. Don't worry, though! I'm just ordering the men around and they've been making me laugh nonstop. Lu and everyone else said I could leave the heavy lifting to them," you stated, hands on your hips as you walked back into your house. "But now that you're here, I think I want to go to the beach today. And I'm kinda craving paninis."

"Making demands now, are we?" Xanxus chuckled, a guiding hand on your shoulders as you walked up the steps.

"It's your big-headed kid making those demands, dumb ass," you laughed, slowly turning back to him in wonder. "Wait a sec, what are you doing here anyways?"

"Figured I'd do good on a promise I made, even though someone was drunk as a fuckin' bat when she told me," he stated, a hint of a laugh leaving through his nose as he pulled out a small ring box from his coat pocket. "I'm here to make you my wife."

"Well, what a lovely day this is. A ring, the beach, maybe some paninis, too," you remarked with a tender smile as you eyed the gold band around your ring finger, the single garnet adorned with even smaller diamonds glittering in the morning sun. The gemstone reminded you of his gaze, as though he was saying, "I've got my eye on you."

For all of his austerity, you knew for certain that Xanxus would be a good husband to you. He brought your hand to his lips and pressed kisses on your freezing knuckles to warm them up.

"Xanxus, cuore mia… You don't have to keep on doing that anymore. You… might think you won't have a place in this world if you don't do as you're told, but he's wrong about that," you stated, bringing your hand to caress his cheek. "You'll always have a place here. With me. No matter what it is you've done, you're still you— still the same person I know and love. I have always loved."

I know, he thought to himself as he contentedly sank into your caress. There would be no more aimless wandering for him from now on. Not when he had a reason to come home. "I know."

🌺 Index of foreign words and phrases used (without translations): Riunione - Reunion Grazie - Thank you Chiama e Ritorna - Call and Return Congratulazioni - Congratulations Capo - Short for Caporegime, basically means mafia lieutenant Girasole - Sunflower Principessa - Princess Caro figlia - Dear daughter Soldato - Soldier, the lowest ranking member of mafia families Cafone - Peasants Che cazzo! - What the fuck! Ancora - Anchor Cuore mia - My heart

🌺 Author's note:

"What, a fic?! And for KHR, too! I thought you were on a break, Mari!" I still am! But you know how slithery brain worms can get when you leave them be? I wrote this after checking out old drafts in my old email! And guess what the original part was. It was the smut scene, of all things. That piece of smut was one of the few fics I wrote back when I was still so, so madly in love with the series. It was not my best work, but 23-year-old Mari did what she could with what knowledge she had back then lol. (Of course, what you read now was fine-tuned to my current knowledge.)

And I can't believe I wrote a whole ass background story around the smut, which is only like 15% of this entire fic. Someone shoot me already.

KHR remains my Roman Empire to this very day. I still hope for the day the remaining manga arcs get animated. A girl can dream! And if you've noticed, this piece is riddled with The Godfather references and many other things... And yes, this piece is indeed named after that one Vocaloid song. (How low can I go, you ask?!) There were no themes of poisoning here. It was actually just the tequila.

As always, I hope this finds the target audience, and I truly hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. 🧡

Much love, Mari 🧡

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