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Byakuran Fluff HC’s For His Chubby Lady

*:✼☾ Yahoo, our first dispense~! Please enjoy, “Totes Just a Random” Anon~ *suspicious glance* ☽✼:* How Byakuran Loves On His Chubby Lady:

✾ Frequently spoils her rotten with gifts. ✾ Thoroughly enjoys making her blush. ✾ Merciless during tickle fights. Won’t stop until she’s in tears and breathless. ✾ Rather protective of her. If he himself can not be at her side he sends a handful of his men to watch over her. ✾ Calls her something sweet like “Honey”, “Pudding”, “Sugar”, “Sweetie” ‘cause she is just as delectable as the real thing~ ✾ Quite the cuddle bug. Spooning is probably his favorite position. ✾ Absolute Hell is guaranteed if friend or foe says anything negative about her in his presence.  ✾ If/When she doubts her beauty or attractiveness he calmly and kindly reminds her why he loves her in great detail. She is perfect for him.

Hc for Byakuran's S/O being a model? By the way, your blog is great

He’s so fucking proud, he’s front row at every show

Also he’s so damn extra he wants the star couple title, he sincerely hopes the Hadids and their cute singing boyfriends have gotten their fill of the crown because he’s coming for them

He loves uploading ‘candid’ photos of them to his instagram, I say ‘candid’ because every one of them is planned weeks in advance. he has a very clear message to send and it’s than only he can be so close to them and no matter how people claim to love them, he’s the only one that gets loved back

Best boyfriend for this tbh, he’s fashionable, aware of the image he projects and willing to have fun with it

S/o is an incredibly tipsy and unintentionally flirty drunk. Headcanons for how Yamamoto and Gokudera would "stake their claim" ?

•first response for both is a hand around their waist

•Yamamoto smiles politely at every one around but he keeps a tight grip and his entire body language screams confrontation

•He tries to get them away from the bar and sit with them and a glass of water, if they fall asleep against his shoulder then all the better

•Gokudera’s way more aggressive, he outright shoo’s people away and holds them close

•He’ll try to get them home as soon as possible, princess carries them into the uber if he needs to

Aww look at them when they’re older. Vongola Decimo

Anime: Katekyo Hitman Reborn

Ten-Year Bazooka

Tsuna: “Lambo!” I-Pin shouted, “Give that back!” The children ran around Tsuna’s room, Lambo holding I-Pin’s takoyaki out of her reach. You and Tsuna watched the scene, exasperated looks on your faces. This is how it went every time you watched the kids. Suddenly, Lambo tripped, and the familiar, brightly colored Bazooka came flying from his hair. Tsuna jumped in surprise, and tried to move you out of the way, but it was too late, and you were swallowed by the weapon. When the pink smoke cleared, you sat still where you landed, rubbing at your eyes, as they itched from the smoke. A few moments went by, and whatever you sat on began to shake. You threw your hands out to steady yourself. They landed on a smooth, hard, muscled chest. Opening your eyes in shock, you saw the familiar brown eyes and russet hair of the boy you loved, but the person beneath you was in no way a boy anymore. He’d grown up well. His handsome face was lit up with a grin, the barest hint of a flush on his cheeks as he looked up at you, panting slightly. “I didn’t know you’d been so forward ten years ago, Y/N,” he chuckled, and his body shook beneath you again. Your eyes glanced down at him in confusion, and he grinned as he watched you notice that he was completely bare beneath you. With horror, you realized the situation you’d interrupted with your sudden appearance. You could feel your face go absolutely red. “Sorry! I’m sorry!” You rolled off him, to the side, and his grin widened as he followed your movement and pulled you against him. “You don’t have to apologize for this,” he laughed again, and you cut him a sharp look. He smiled innocently and shrugged, “I’m wondering what my past self’s reaction is going to be to future you popping up. Future you, who, by the way, is equally as bare as I am.” “T-Tsuna!” He laughed again.

Gokudera: “Oi! Get back here, stupid Cow!” Gokudera snapped, as he chased Lambo around a park. You sat watching with a smile on your face, holding I-pin on your lap, eating a popsicle. You and Gokudera had been asked to watch the kids while Tsuna studied for a big exam, and you’d agreed happily, though Gokudera had been reluctant. Things had gone alright until Lambo had insulted Gokudera, causing the chase. “Hayato!” You scolded as your boyfriend pulled out his dynamite, throwing it at Lambo. It exploded at the toddler’s feet, sending him flying in the air, the familiar Bazooka falling from his mess of curls. Gokudera caught him, shaking him roughly, not noticing the Bazooka’s descent. It came down over him, making him drop Lambo, and there was a disgruntled shout as it fired. Lambo came scrambling into your arms, sniffling, as pink smoke filled the area around your boyfriend. As it cleared, you blinked in surprise. The man standing in front of you was a few inches taller than the Gokudera of your time. His hair was a little longer, and his facial features had sharpened just slightly. The scowl on his face remained the same, as did the two chains that hung from the belt loops of his black dress pants. A blush lit up your face as he turned his green eyes towards you. Just like that, it was like a loyal puppy had replaced the fierce mafioso that your boyfriend had become. “[Y/N]!” he came towards you, wrapping his arms around you tightly. He took a deep breath and pressed his lips into your hair. “You’re so small! Wait until the future you hears about this! You’re gonna laugh so hard when I tell you what you’re wearing right now!” He looked down at your capri pants and short sleeved shirt you were wearing, his grin widening. “What the hell is wrong with what I’m wearing?!” you demanded, giving him an angry look. “Nothing, nothing!” Gokudera saw your annoyance and backtracked quickly. “It’s just, in my time, you fight with your flames, but they surround your legs, so you don’t normally wear modest pants like these.” “We’re still together in the future?” You asked, a small smile gracing your lips. Gokudera looked down at you, his eyes soft, and full of love. “We’re more than just together. We’re married in the future, [Y/N]. We live in bliss, but there is one major issue that keeps coming up.” “And what’s that?” the look on his face worried you. Gokudera opened his mouth to answer, but there was a puff of pink smoke again, and your present boyfriend appeared before you. Gokudera was on his knees, gripping his hair, a look of complete agony on his face. “Hayato! What’s wrong?!” “We live with the damn Cow!” You sighed in relief and grinned.

Yamamoto: Light brown eyes stared at you, shocked, pained and hopeful. He looked so much older than the boy you’d left behind in the past, eyes haunted and face scarred, but without a doubt, he was your Takeshi. He ignored Tsuna, Gokudera and Lal Mirch, as he approached you with apprehension. “Is it really you?” he murmured, taking your face in his hands, stroking his thumbs over your cheeks. Tears welled up in your eyes as you felt him shaking, just slightly. Realization dawned on you that, ten years in your future, you were dead. You’d woken up in a coffin when you’d arrived, just like Tsuna had, but you were strongly in denial. But the look on Takeshi’s face was too much evidence for you to ignore fact. You reached up, placed your hands over his, and looked into his eyes sadly. “I don’t know what’s happened in this time,” you admitted softly, “and I don’t know why we’re here. But, whatever happened…I’m sorry, Takeshi.” “[Y/N]!” he spoke your name in a sharp inhale, and pulled you forward, pressing his lips against yours, pouring every emotion he had into it. When your breath was gone, he pulled away, gathering you into a tight hug, scared to let go.

Ryohei: “This is so extreme!” “God, you haven’t changed at all.” You grumbled, nursing a headache as your boyfriend, who was apparently your husband in the future, pumped his fists in the air, surrounded by an aura of flames. “You look so extremely cute, [Y/N]!” He hoisted you up and began carrying you around the Vongola’s underground base. Apparently your future self had been there with Giannini, looking after things. “Ryohei! Stop it!” “I’m never letting you out of my sight again! To the extreme!” “You’re the one that went to frickin’ Italy!” Ryohei paused, then grinned at you from over his shoulder, “You’re extremely right! We should go there more often, [Y/N]! You’d love it, to the extreme!” As he jumped around, you began to feel sick, your lunch threatening to come up. “That’s nice and all, but could you extremely PUT ME DOWN!?”

Lambo: You stared, wide eyed, as a little boy in a cow suit ran around the room you shared with your boyfriend, shouting about candy and sweets. You were aware the little boy was the same person you had fallen in love with, but you’d be damned if he continued to shout. “Oi, Lambo!” you growled, making the child stare up at you with wide green eyes. Whatever harsh words you were going to say vanished as your heart melted. “Come with me, we’ll see if we can find you some cake.” “Cake!” Lambo cheered following after you as you made your way to the kitchen. You sat him on a seat of phone books, and handed him a slice of cake, sat down, and watched him eat, making sure he didn’t choke as he shoveled the cake into his mouth. When he finished, he slammed the fork on the table, got up, and latched himself into your arms. “Thank you, [Y/N]-chan! I love coming to the future to visit with you! You’re my favorite person! You can be my minion! Will you help me kill Reborn and become the best Hitman ever?!” Your lips twitched, and your face split into a grin, “Sure, Lambo! I’ll help you out.” “Yay!” There was a poof, and the weight on your lap increased, and you looked up into your boyfriend’s eyes, which were shocked. “My, my,” he muttered, “why am I in your lap?” You stood up, dumping him on the floor, “Baby Lambo is going to try to be the best Hitman ever,” you explained, before going back towards your room, “I’m gonna take a nap.”

Hibari: Red flames clashed with purple as you and Hibari sparred in the underground Vongola base. The Tsunayoshi Sawada of ten years ago was watching, eyes wide, jaw dropped in awe. He had no idea how you found out about the Mafia; the Hibari of his time was adamant that you be kept out of the loop, and out of danger. This Hibari, however, seemed to tell you everything, and was confident you could hold your own in a fight. Just as Hibari was swinging a tonfa at you, you were engulfed in a cloud of pink smoke. The metal stopped a hair’s breadth from your neck. Your eyes were wide, your flames were gone, and your age had dropped ten years. Hibari’s tonfas were gone and away in an instant, and he placed his hands in his suit pants pockets. “Wh-Hibari-sama?” you murmured, [e/c] eyes moving over his sharp features frantically, confused. It was a complete 180 from the person you’d been just a few seconds beforehand. “Where am I? What’s going on? Why do you look different?” “[Y/N].” Hibari placed a hand on your head, fingers threading through your [h/c] locks, “don’t worry about this. You’re in a…” his face turned sour as the lie left his lips, “sumo training facility.” “No more lies,” you said, looking at him with narrowed eyes. Hibari stiffened. Ten years ago, those were the words you’d said before forcing him to tell you everything about the Mafia. “Tell me the truth, Kyoya, or whatever it is we have is through.” Hibari sighed and started explaining everything, however reluctantly, as Tsuna watched, with a small smirk. Apparently, keeping you in the dark was simply not meant to be.

Mukuro: Your cheeks were alight with a fierce blush, as you stared at the man across from you on a king sized bed. Just seconds ago, you’d been with Mukuro, ranting about your day as he listened quietly. Then Lambo had come running in, tripped over thin air, and came tumbling towards you, Ten-Year Bazooka encompassing both of you. When the pink haze had cleared, Lambo was no longer with you, having been transported to wherever his ten-years-older self had been, and you were in the arms an older Mukuro, who was smirking at you, his heterochromatic eyes twinkling in amusement. You had propelled yourself from his arms in his shock, which got you in your current position. “I’m sorry,” Mukuro’s voice held no true apologies, “you must be shocked to be in my arms, [Y/N]. After all, I am your lover ten-years in your future. Let me help settle you down.” The Kanji in his right eye changed from 6 to 1. Suddenly, arms wrapped around you, and a familiar scent filled your nose. A scent unique to your Mukuro. His quiet ‘Kufufu’ echoed around the room, and you glanced back to see an illusion of the Mukuro you’d just left. Turning your head forward again, you gave a quiet gasp, as the future Mukuro was close to your face, his breath fanning over your face. “Better?” he murmured. Lips pressed beneath your ear, and a nose bumped yours gently as two pairs of hands started to roam. You reached up and gripped the future Mukuro’s white shirt tightly, giving yourself something real to hold onto, letting your eyes slip closed. The future Mukuro moved forward, and his lips danced across your jaw, towards your lips. There was a quiet poof and everything stopped. A soft clearing of a throat made you open your eyes back up. You were back in your own time, Lambo sitting on the floor, snoozing, and Mukuro sat, perched on the edge of the bed, with his collar ruffled, love bites on his neck, and a very slight blush dusting across his nose. “I see we were in much the same predicament,” he muttered. You blushed as well, and you both looked away from each other.

Chrome: You placed a cup of tea in front of Chrome, who was staring at you as though you were a gift from the heavens. You decided to put up with it, seeing as how she’d only just appeared from ten years in the future. You weren’t even sure how Lambo had managed to hit her with the Bazooka. When you’d come into your dining room, there she had been, the pink smoke clearing around her. “[Y/N],” she said, her long hair falling into her face. You sighed and pushed it away. She gripped your hand tightly, frowning. She looked incredibly beat up, as though she had just been in a fight in her time. “Oh, Chrome,” you murmured, “What has Mukuro gotten you into this time?” You had respect for Mukuro, because he kept Chrome alive, but you very much disliked the fact that he constantly got her into trouble. You weren’t sure what had happened in the future, but you were positive that Mukuro had something to do with it. “It’s not anything we can’t handle, [Y/N].” Chrome promised. Then she looked up at you with those awed eyes again. Finally you gave in, “Why do you keep looking at me like that?” Chrome blinked and looked down, blushing slightly. “I haven’t seen you in a while,” she admitted, “Boss has been sending us on a lot of missions lately. It’s nice to see you, even if it is you from the past.” “Well,” you grinned and sat down next to her, still holding her hand, “we’ve got about three minutes left until you go back to your time. Let’s make the most of it.” Chrome smiled at you softly, and the two of you talked until she went back, your thumb gently stroking her knuckles the whole time.

Gokudera SFW/NSFW

SFW:

Gokudera tries very hard to give you as much attention as he gives Tsuna. He’s Tsuna’s right hand man, but he recognizes that sometimes you’re more important.

He doesn’t normally hold your hand in public, but he also doesn’t fight it when you wrap your arms around one of his while you’re walking.

He likes to play the piano for you, when you can’t sleep or if you’re sick.

He helps you study when you need it.

The two of you argue, a lot, it’s just in his nature to clash with everyone.

Gokudera is super protective.

He spontaneously shows up at your house to make sure he’s okay.

You bake for him, to try and help him forget about Bianchi’s Poison Cooking.

He’ll never admit it, but he likes watching chick-flicks with you.

Gokudera tries to keep his temper in check when you’re on dates.

It doesn’t usually work and he ends up throwing dynamite all over the place.

NSFW:

Gokudera is a very patient lover, taking the time to bring you pleasure in every way he can.

He is turned on by the sight of you studying.

Angry sex happens a lot.

Threesomes with Yamamoto.

Threesomes with Ryohei.

Gokudera really likes threesomes.

Gokudera isn’t opposed to being handcuffed, blindfolded or both.

He’s surprisingly quiet during sex, unless you pull his hair. If you pull his hair, all of Namimori can hear him moaning.

He has slept with you in the janitor’s closet at school just to piss Hibari off.

Sometimes he does something he knows will make you upset, just to see if you’ll ‘punish’ him. 

Yamamoto SFW/NSFW

SFW:

Piggyback rides.

Dates at the carnivals/festivals.

Takeshi likes to do the thing where he plays a carnival game until he wins the prize you want.

He plays the milk bottle toss game. The game never stood a chance.

A relationship literally filled with laughter.

Watching him practice baseball or Shigure Soen Ryu.

Going to lots of baseball games.

Walking with his arm thrown over your shoulders.

Tagging along when he goes on Vongola training adventures.

Takeshi is always down for snuggles.

NSFW:

The quickest way to turn him on is to walk around in nothing but his baseball jersey.

Locker-room sex

Sexting naughty pictures back and forth before his games.

Takeshi is pretty loud when you’re on top, but when you’re under him, all you can hear is his panting in your ear.

Lazy morning sex.

The first time you gave him a blowjob, he was so surprised he squealed. You haven’t let him live it down.

Takeshi has a surprisingly dirty mouth when you have sex.

Shower sex.

He sometimes overstimulates you so that he can watch you squirm.

His favorite way to get you off is oral stimulation. 

congratulations on your first year!!!!! you have done a fantastic job!! any dark!mafia!tsuna with s/o headcanons?

he’s terribly protective, he literally goes into Byakuran territory, except your cage is a mansion on the outskirts of the city with a special room for meetings in the basement, I mean of course you get to take walks through the orange orchard but if you ever leave the house is heavily guarded if at all

sometimes he comes back smelling of gunpowder or with blood on his cuffs; you learn that it’s better not to ask after that first screaming match, that’s also the first time you’re honestly scared of him and how he chooses to protect you

suddenly every person who ever hurt you’s gonna start popping up on the news, in pieces most of the time

Omegaverse AU: s/o gets into heat in public/meeting and Tsuna + Xanxus + Yamamoto + Mukuro get super possessive/ protective leading to nsfw

Tsuna:

You hadn’t realized what was happening until it was already too late and you were in the middle of a meeting, trembling with need in a corner and trying to remain firm in the face of your vulnerability, attempting to keep attention off of yourself by not attracting it in the first place. You knew the suppressant should have lasted you another four days at the very least because you were so very, very careful about your time spent in Heat, knowing how dangerous it could be in the Mafia if it wasn’t kept in check and under wraps for the most part.

(you wouldn’t find out until later that it hadn’t been through any fault of your own that the pill had failed you, but rather your own metabolism because it turned out all that running around you did and those self-defense classes not only got you into shape but heightened it too; you only had to remember to adjust your dosage accordingly from now on, but you couldn’t exactly say that you regretted the mishap, considering what happened next)

Because while you had been more occupied with your problems, the fact that you were steadily going into Heat throughout the meeting did not escape his notice, nor did the considering glances of others.

Tsuna had to clench his hands into fists to prevent himself from clawing their eyes out and crushing them in his grasp, perhaps burning them into smoldering ash with his flames soon after. Because they didn’t deserve the right to even consider, let alone fantasize, taking what was his and having their way with you. It made him bristle, and it was with vindictive pleasure that he called them out on it in a roundabout way, “If I could steal your attention away from your thoughts for just one moment, we might actually get some productive work done and get on with our lives and wives.”

That remark certainly caught their attention, but Tsuna airily continued over the sounds of startled chokes and surprised gasps, as if he hadn’t just mentioned the fact that they were all very horny and thinking lewd thoughts. His eyes sought out your own while the rest cleared their throats and found the papers in front of them suddenly very interesting.

The noise covered up your small gasp at the sheer intensity of his gaze, hard brown depths that seemed to flicker with orange, like fire in the middle of a woods. It was mesmerizing, leaving you unable to look away as Tsuna smirked smugly, eyes promising things that made your stomach do a giddy little flip and your thighs clench in anticipation.

He turned away, and you could breathe again but were left wanting. What a tease. At this point, you wouldn’t mind if he took you right here in front of everyone, right on the long meeting table eve. Hell, most of the people present probably wouldn’t mind the show either or would be too busy taking the moment to rush out of the room and finds their own mates to care about decorum…

Somehow you found the strength to shakily continue to write down notes and record the history on the meeting on the clipboard in your tense lap at your out-of-the-way chair in the corner. Because even if you were in the throes of Heat, even with your body shivering with need and your instincts screaming to take over and make you present yourself to the room at large in the hopes to attract the attention of the Sky once more… Your Will was stronger and you wanted to do this much right in the face of your overwhelming weakness.

(and maybe, just maybe, because you knew that such hard work would be noted and generously rewarded if you played your cards right…)

The moment the meeting ended and the room had been hastily cleared, Tsuna casually shut the door to the meeting room. And locked it. The room was utterly silent, not even the sound of your breathing was audible because you held your breath the moment he stood up and sauntered across the room. The Vongola boss didn’t move, instead, he elected to dress you down with his eyes and give a coy little smile in your direction, which widened until he bared his teeth at you in an exaggerated leer.

Voice low and dangerously husky, he purred, “Y/n, give me the names of all those present today.”

Releasing a shaky breath, you did so, reading off the small side notes you had taken before your little problem reared its ugly head.

“Hmm, good,” he hummed, the deep register immediately doing wicked things to your hormones and arousal. His eyes had a mischievous gleam to them as he stalked closer, rapidly diminishing the gap between him and you. He murmured, “Let’s try something a bit harder then, what was it that Don Machiavelli suggested we do about the deficit?”

You thanked your lucky stars for powering through and taking the notes. “He implied that we should spend less on making ‘magic bullets’ and more on technological advances to make up for the gap between us and the civilian militia, Sir.”

“Yes, yes, that’s right, I remember now,” he pressed you against the wall with his weight, taking the clipboard from your trembling hands and carelessly tossing it on the meeting table. “Just one more question, Y/n, and no notes needed for this answer.”

He leaned in and brought his mouth to your ear, breath blowing against it hotly and his lip brushing against skin as he asked, “Tell me, Y/n, who is it that you belong to? Full answer, please.”

“The Tenth Vongola boss,” you choked out in a moan, arms sliding around his neck and hands needily grasping at his hair. “Tsunayoshi Sawada.”

“And no one else,” he added with a hiss before claiming your mouth with his.

Xanxus:

The crowd was thick and pressing from all sides in the market place, but there was a respectful distance maintained from them and Xanxus (and yourself by proxy) because of the intimidating aura he gave off. His glower promised violent and gruesome things if someone so much as brushed against you, but that had more to do with the fact that you had went into Heat in the middle of what was supposed to be a mundane afternoon of running domestic errands.

(he might not have had the famed Vongola intuition, but Xanxus’s instincts had still prickled and insisted that something was off; no amount of complaining or grumbling about ‘not needing a bodyguard to get a gallon of milk’ could deter him; but it had turned out for the best as you were already near your wit’s end and you didn’t even have to deal with people pushing you around or chatting you up)

If it were on any other occasion, it would almost be comical seeing your honey badger of a boyfriend stalk around with his arms loaded down with bags and profusely swearing at the grocery list in his hand… But as it was, you were just as testy as Xanxus and more than ready to get home to put an end to the Heat.

Because as amusing as it was seeing your boyfriend growl at people who so much as looked at you sideways, you didn’t want to see him get into a fight.

Spotting a changing room off to the side, a particularly devious idea came to mind. “Xanxus,” you called out sweetly, ignoring his gruff ‘what’ barked in your direction. “Let’s go in here.”

“Why? Are seriously going to trying on clothes right now?” He grumbled irritably. “What a fucking waste of time. You already have more clothes than you need, don’t even wear half of them.”

“Come on, ‘Xus,” you cajoled. “Trust me on this, you won’t regret it.”

“You don’t need me to hold your fucking hand, you’re a grown-ass adult, go in by yourself.”

“Well, it kind of hard to get off without you helping when I’m in Heat and I can’t wait to get home so we’re doing it right here and right now,” you insisted in an urgent whisper, tugging on his sleeve. “No one’s behind the desk… Nobody will even know that the two of us just had sex in the fitting room.”

“Maybe, if you can be quiet and somehow manage to not scream my name for everyone to hear,” the Varia Boss retorted as he began to herd you discreetly into one of the larger family stalls.

“Really? Who was the yelling at the top of their lungs last night?” You blinked innocently, before choking on a laugh when you were press hard against the wall, grocery bags tossed to the side and forgotten for the moment.

Xanxus growled, “Why don’t you stop being so fucking cheeky and use that smart mouth of yours for things other than talking, huh?” You only had a second to snicker quietly to yourself before being forced to stifle a groan when he grinded against you hips.

Yamamoto:

You squinted down at the field below, trying to keep the white blur in sight as it zoomed from one end down to the other, lightning fast with an equally thunderous crack! of a baseball bat. There was a cheer from the crowd, but you couldn’t tell if it was because the ball had been caught or if it had been dropped (it couldn’t touch the ground, otherwise it was a foul… right?), because you were too dizzy and light headed at the moment to keep it all straight. Not to mention, you had long forgotten which team to root for three innings ago.

It was unbearably hot in the little private viewing box that was exclusive for those with big wallets and enough connections to emulate a massive spider’s web.

You leaned on Yamamoto’s arm, as his body temperature always seemed to run a little lower than most people’s. His bare arm was refreshingly cool against your hot cheek. If it got any warmer, you’d be panting. As it stood, you just felt an uncomfortable pressure and tension in your belly that was starting to feel forebodingly familiar to you, but it was still a little too early for you to tell if it was you going into a mild Heat or if you were just feeling a little under the weather from eating too much sushi earlier.

(seafood had never really sat well in your gut before, but it had been so good this time around with your new partner that you couldn’t help but stuff yourself full of it; not to mention, Yamamoto looked so happy that you enjoyed food that his father had made that you couldn’t regret your gluttony)

To be honest, you already felt somewhat content, so the vague feeling of possible-arousal was muted and even a bit uncomfortable. It wasn’t until your groin started to feel highly-sensitive in your tight jeans and the vague-want turned into an absent-need that you acknowledged the fact that, yes, you were in Heat and, yes, you wanted to screw your boyfriend right now at this very moment.

Yamamoto was aware of your little… situation for quite some time now and had been getting progressively edgier as the baseball game went on. On one hand, he was starting to get aroused and excited himself just by being in such close proximity to you. One the other hand, this was a game he had been looking forward too for months, the amount of strings he had to pull, favors he had to call in, and work he had to finish ahead of schedule just to get the time off had been utterly ridiculous.

His self-control over his libido might have been enough to hold out until the game was over… Had the two of you been alone. Unfortunately, the luxury box had a few staff in it to attend to the patrons’ needs. And there were both men and women alike who were eying the both of you like particularly tasty catches that they were thinking about poaching.

“Why don’t the four of you take a break?” He ‘suggested’, express almost friendly if not for the way his eyes seemed to hold a storm behind them and how his smile seemed a little too sharp. “We’ll call you if we need you.”

“Sir, I don’t believe —“

“I’m not asking,” Yamamoto interrupted, voice still warm but it was obvious that ‘no’ wasn’t an acceptable answer to him. His eyes lowered to a half-mast as he inclined his head, expression becoming disinterested and impatient, “I’ll pay for any damages you find, but for now, your services won’t be necessary. Leave us.”

The moment the staff left you blurted, “That really wasn’t necessary, Takeshi. You didn’t have to do that.”

“Eh? But I wanted to, Y/n, I didn’t like the way they were looking at you. Besides, what sort of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t mate with you while you’re in Heat? Unless you don’t want to…”

You let out a surprised but pleased laugh, “I do! I just thought you would want to watch the game instead.”

“Y/n, there’s nothing I would rather see than you writhing underneath me and calling out my name,” he purred before guiding you down on the leather couch and bringing your legs up to circle around his hips. This was one intermission that he wouldn’t mind having mid-game.

Mukuro:

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, realizing with dread that the swooping sensation in your stomach wasn’t the change in altitude at all. Of all the places you had the Heat crop up, in an airplane was probably the most inconvenient and unfortunate. It was crowded and you were sitting elbow to elbow with others. Even with your partner sitting beside you while you took the window seat, there wasn’t anything to shield you from the attention and suggestive comments of anyone in the immediate area.

You had absolutely no idea how you were going to survive hours of this.

Burying your uncomfortably flushed face into Mukuro’s jacket wasn’t helping either, his unique scent was wreaking havoc on your hormones and it was a struggle to not start something that you could, unfortunately, not finish. Despite his claims to the contrary, you boyfriend was not a wizard as far as you were aware and couldn’t perform miracles. Just illusions and tricks.

You doubted that his romantic, if over the top, magic trick of making it rain flower petals or making things disappear and reappear would be enough of a distract to the other passengers to have them overlook the two of you making out in such an enclosed space.

He wrapped his arm protectively around your shoulders, hiding your shivering form a little more fully. The support helped a little bit in making you feel a little better about the whole situation, but you still desperately wished that you hadn’t decided to wait until tomorrow to take the next Heat suppressant pill, of all the rotten luck. It took you a moment to realize through the hazy of your self-pity and arousal that Mukuro was murmuring something quietly in your ear. Of course, it was a little too much to hope for that it would be reassurances and not teasingly lewd promises of things they could do to spend the time.

“Not helping!” You hissed into his side. “Some boyfriend you are, making mean jokes like that, you can sleep on the couch when we get home.”

“Oya, oya, Y/n, have a little faith. I never make impossible claims,” he soothed, hand wandering down your back to grope your butting in a proprietary fashion and remain there firmly. “I’m guessing that means you not against the idea?”

“I wouldn’t be if it were actually possible! There’s no way that the two of us would be able to sneak past over two hundred people into the restrooms and have sex without them know exactly what we were doing. This airplane isn’t very big you know!” Came your muffled protests as you gripped his shirt tightly in one fist while sticking your other clammy hand underneath it against his ribs, knowing it annoyed him. Served him right, the jerk…

“If I pull this off, you can’t doubt my talents for what they are,” was the only warning you received before Mukuro abruptly stood up and, to your absolute horror, shouted at the top of his lungs, “ATTENTION PASSENGERS, MY NAME IS ROKUDO MUKURO AND I’M GOING TO GO HAVE THE BEST SEX OF MY LIFE WITH PARTNER, Y/N, ON THIS VERY PLANE! THIS HAS BEEN A PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT!”

“Mukuro!” You choked out, voice strangled, “Sit down!” He didn’t, instead electing to gaze at you smugly. You waited for the disgusted backlash of the other passengers, for a flight attendant or two to come over and have words with him and you, for your life to end as you knew it… But nothing happened.

“Kufufufu, they can’t hear us, Y/n. Can’t see us either, see?” He leaned over and snapped his fingers in front a man’s face that was in the aisle seat. There was no reaction in the person’s glazed over eyes. “Believe me now?”

Hesitantly, cautiously, you stood up yourself, looking about you. It really seemed as if no one noticed the two of you, and it seemed almost too good to be true when the man in the aisle seat still didn’t react when you and your boyfriend climbed over him to get out. The only way you could begin to explain this was that it was a very strange wet dream you were having.

But dream or not, Mukuro skills in sex were out of this world.

Hey again! How about ascenario where the Vongola mansion underattack and the Vongola men protecting their children from the bad guys (lets just say their kids are like 5 yrs old). P.s Gokudera is my favourite ;) ;) ;)

Hey doll~! I’m sorry it took so long to get to your request, but I hope you enjoy it~! Since you said men, I’ll be leaving Chrome out of this one~!

Also, I used my “KHR Kids” tag for how many kids they had and how they acted in the situation. In case you want to check them out, they’re right here~!

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Three things I’ve noticed in KHR! that could be true, but they weren’t really clearly confirmed (might add more to this, if I go and reread KHR again~):

Tsuna has actually accepted being the boss, but won’t admit it. This is shown on the last chapter where even if Reborn left, Tsuna was wearing the Ring of the Sky.

Hibari is well aware of the mafia. This may already be proven because he’s a blood relative of Fon, but then again he had also mentioned this on his fight with Suzuki Adelheid. He knows that he’s the Cloud Guardian, deciding to stay both in and out of the Vongola. Well, he didn’t even tell her otherwise when Adel told him about being the Cloud Guardian

Yamamoto has also become aware of the mafia. This may just be an assumption, but this can be proven by his anger in the Shimon Arc. He doesn’t look like he’s playing around here. (Also, he may be an airhead, but should the fact that Kaoru nearly killed him is enough for him to understand that this isn’t a game? :/)

These are all assumptions anyway. Feel free to comment otherwise.

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It’s not about what you should do, it’s about what you want to do;  to frederikke

Person: You support gay rights, so you must be gay.

Kise: I support animal rights, do I look like a fucking alpaca to you???

omggg which vongola and varia would be the jealous type ///

Tsuna:He gets jealous most of the time, but that’s due to his own insecurities.

Gokudera:He’s the type that will take his jealousy out on his S/O other. It’s easy tosee, so his S/O doesn’t get hurt by his insults, but only laughs.

Yamamoto:He doesn’t get jealousy easily, but when he does he tends to either be slightlycold to his S/O because he hates feeling that way, or will mope about until hisS/O console him.

Chrome:Much like Tsuna, she gets jealous because of her own insecurities. She thinksshe hinds it well but in all actuality it’s very easy to tell when she’sjealous.

Mukuro:He only gets jealous if someone tries to chat his S/O up after a fight the twoof them had. When those moments occur, he’ll scrutinize the other party, hintingthat if they continued their actions with his S/O they’d regret it.

Hibari:He doesn’t get jealous but territorial. You flirt with his S/O, how dare you?You touch his S/O, sanitize those filthy hands first. You try to steal his S/Oaway, how cute.

Ryohei:He doesn’t get jealous. Period. He knows that his S/O would never leave hisside and he wouldn’t leave theirs.

TLY!Lambo: When he gets jealous, which is when someone better looking than him sayshello to his S/O, he will often leave the situation entirely and go off to cry.

Xanxus:He doesn’t get jealous, because why wouldn’t someone flirt with his S/O, theywere worthy of such praise after all. He just doesn’t like it when people makehis S/O uncomfortable, once that happens the person tends to leave with a limp.

Squalo:Don’t touch his S/O, ever. He trustshis S/O, but he just doesn’t trust other people.

Belphegor:He finds it amusing when someone flirts with his S/O. He only gets jealous whenthe other party makes his S/O blush and become flustered.

Lussuria: He enjoys when people flirt with his S/O, he findsit to be a wonderful confidence booster for his S/O.

Leviathan: He gets jealous fairly easily, but doesn’t showit. He tends to keep his feelings at bay until the person flirting with his S/Otouches them.

Mammon: He doesn’t get jealous, because he can’t flirthimself, he thinks it’s a wonderful opportunity for his S/O to know what itfeels like to be flirted with.

Fran:He doesn’t get jealous often, but when he does he’ll become clingy.He’ll level up his charm and make sure his S/O will pamper him for the rest ofthe night.

Hmm what about a scenario where the Vongola's box animals (maybe hibird too in hibari's case up to you) quickly warm up to their s/o?

Tsuna:  Natsu had wamred up instantly to you.  It hadn’t suprised to many people at first, weren’t box animals supposed to share at least some things in common with their masters.  What did surprise everyone was what happened after Natsu seemed to have adopted you.  He lost what little maturity he had around you.

The small lion cub would follow you around and always threw a fit when it was time to go back into his box.   At first, this was easily overlooked.  Then, the lion cub started to make sure that he was the one that was always next to you.  Perhaps a little odd, the others agreed, but it should be remembered that Natsu was a cat after all.  And that behavior was also passed off.

It wasn’t until the cat actually hissed at Tsuna when Tsuna when another box animal got to close that people actually started to wonder what had come over the animal.  It was when Verde was finally questioned, (after all, it must be some sort of malfunction that needed to be fixed before a serious issue arose from it) that the answer finally came to light and Tsuna was left stunned into a bright red.  “The box animals can reflect their master’s personalities, even the parts that are normally kept hidden.”  

Gokudera:  From the moment that she had met you, Uri loved you.  At first it was hard to say if it was because she honestly liked you or if she just instinctively realized that Gokudera would be irritated by her sudden closeness to you.  While most people assumed it was the first, Gokudera was convinced it was the second, and was convinced that it was working.

It wasn’t so much that he was jealous of you, he had long ago stopped getting jealous of the fact that Uri seemed perfectly content to love everyone and everything except him.  No, he was jealous of her.  He kept suddenly finding himself pushed to the back-burner by Uri coming over to be pet or for food, or to proudly present the mouse that she caught, before releasing the thing on Gokudera’s foot.  

And Gokudera was big enough to realize that admitting he was jealous of a cat would not garner him any sympathy.  Nor would his insistence that every time his monster of cat came over, she would glare at him with the most hateful eyes before turning an adoring gaze on you.  Therefore he was left with one course of action, he had to just keep the animal boxed up when you were around.  The one issue was that as soon as Uri saw that thing come out, she would immediately turn the most convincing baleful eyes on him, and he could never bring himself to do it. 

Yamamoto: (Jirou & Kojirou)  It was no surprise and Jirou and Kojirou took to you immediately.  Jirou would immediately roll over to present his stomach to you whenever he came across you.  Kojirou would fly alongside you, gliding slowly to match his own pace to yours.

Yamamoto loved to go outside with you so that he could bring the animals out, using any excuse that he could to have the four of your together.  He would end up playing some type of fetch iwth Jirou (you say some type becuase the objects could be sticks, balls, swords, or some other dangerous object that had you wincing in worry).  Kojirou would deivide his time by flying above the dog’s head, or by flying around you, doing every type of trick in his repertoire.  It amused the other Guradians to no end to see the way that the 3 would show off for you, because that was the only thing that could describe the antics that they would get up to out on those picnics. 

Ryohei: (Kangaryuu)  Other people joked about how their boyfriends’ box animals had tried to “adopt” them.  You knew that in your case, it was perfectly true.  Your own boyfriend’s kangaroo had definitely tried to do it.  You knew that, because the animal had once tried to put you in her pouch.  Not only that, every time you sparred with someone, practicing your self-defense, the animal was sure to be there.  Quick to patch you up and even quicker to jump (quite literally) to your defense and send your opponents flying when they looked to much for you to handle.

You had become used to seeing the large mammal there when you would fight, so long as Ryohei wasn’t on a mission.  And even then, when your boyfriend returned and you would greet him, the large animal would be right there, checking for any wounds that you might have accrued during her absence.

Lambo: (Gyuudon)  The excitable bull had liked you from the first moment Lambo had introduced you to him.  That in itself wasn’t all that surprising, considering the feelings his own master had for you.  What was surprising was the amount of gentleness the animal showed around you.  

It was as if the bull knew that his strength in this moment was not the best thing to show off and thus kept it contained when he was with you.  If the two of you happened to be outside at the same time, Gyuudon would lazily follow you when you walked, making sure to be close enough that in case anything happened he would be right there, but also being careful not to accidentally tread on you or knock you over.

It was something that Tsuna liked to watch, as if he could see a more straightforward version of Lambo in that moment.  The lack of any bravado and just the relaxed nature of the usual much more highstrung bull  Tsuna believed carried over to the way that Lambo truly was around you.  And it was something he liked watching, seeing right there, the proof before his eyes, that his little adopted brother could have this quieter nature.

Hibari:  It was how quickly Roll warmed up to you that surprised people the most.  Hibird had quickly become a friend of you as well, liking to use your head for a resting place and singing her song happily next to your ear, but she was not half so shy as Roll.  It was when Roll had come to see you as a large friend that surprised everyone.

Roll who was clearly uncomfortable around anyone other than his master, who loved his master and only his master, had quickly taken a liking to you.  While it was somewhat expected that he would eventually come to at the very least relax a bit to you, no expected the sheer amount of joy as a reaction of your presence that came very quickly after meeting you.  

What really didn’t come as a surprise to the rest of the Guardians was how quickly after you met the animals that the naps started happening.  It became a common sight to come across you reading a book with Hibari using your lap as a pillow, Roll curled right next to his master’s head on your knees and Hibard nestled in your hair.  

Mukuro: (Mukurowl)  It honestly came as a surprise to most of the Vongola Guardians when Mukurowl took an instantaneous liking to you.  The big bird  comfortably gliding around the mansion, following you when you did your daily tasks.  And everyone who had become accustomed to breathing a sigh of relief when it sat on Mukuro’s shoulder as he completed his business, had to become used to it popping out randomly with you.  

The staff also had to become used to cleaning up the small dead animals the bird would proudly bring to you.  The more cheerful servants at the Vongola Mansion found the whole thing terribly romantic, even as they had to dispose of yet another small mammal, convinced that the bird was simply acting on Mukuro’s own hidden desires of wanting to prove to you how capable he was of providing for you.  It was a rumor that Tsuna had started and happily watched it grow (having spent years with Reborn he had learned just how sweet revenge could be).

And so the surprise gradually wore off as did the discomfort people felt at seeing the big white bird glide through the halls of the mansion following you.  Eventually, the romanticism of the dead rodents wore off as well.  What never wore off though, was Mukuro’s hidden happiness at how you and his box animal got along, always making sure that the animal was able to spend at least a little time each day with you.  Surely if he deserved the peace he gained from spending time with you, than his owl did as well.  

Have I mentioned how much I love that Gokudera’s

and Fran’s

reactions to Mukuro were both to try and exorcise him? This makes me laugh every time. Poor Pineapple Fairy.

Katekyo Hitman Reborn! Mugshots

Hibari: Do you want to know how I actually hurt my wrist?

Tsuna: Yes.

Hibari: I was hula-hooping. I attend a class both for fitness and fun.

Tsuna: Oh my god.

Hibari: I mastered all the moves. The pizza toss, the tornado, the scorpion, the oopsie doodle.

Tsuna: Why are you telling me this?

Hibari: Because no one will ever believe you.

Tsuna: You sick son of a bitch.