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Now then, here are the prompts we will accept~
For this time we will be taking Asks along the lines of:
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i i cant decide between the bosses so pick any three and please write them with angst (not tragedy) something like regretting mistreating the love of their life angst angst
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Tsuna:
“They knew exactly what they were getting into, y/n! We can’t save every life, and they got the damn job done!” Tsuna growled angrily from behind his desk, rubbing his temples to soothe the headache brought on by his lover, you, yelling at him for the lives lost on the last mission.
“They are your family, Tsuna! They count on you to protect them and you let them die!” You couldn’t believe how nonchalant he could be, sitting at his desk while disregarding the decisions he had made, willingly leading those men to meet their end. You flinched when you saw his eyes, deep amber swirling with newfound anger and betrayal.
“Those men died for their family. Their blood is on their own hands,” he hissed, standing and walking towards you slowly with every word. With your back pressed against the wall, he came close to twirl your hair in his finger in a mockingly gentle manner. “This is the life you agreed to, my dear. You accepted the fact that you’re chained to this monster. And now you’re starting to regret it over something so trivial?”
“No person’s life is trivial!” You cried angrily, body frozen in fear as his hands ran over your curves with a promise of pain. Your response was not met with a slap, a hard spike of agony. Instead you heard chuckling, seeing the edges of his lips curling into a cruel smile.
“My dear, every life can be trivial. In fact… Who are you without me?” His words were low and full of spite, his confident stance betraying the instant regret lighting up in his irises. He knew you were as important as he was, as essential to the smooth running of his dark underworld. You were his steady rock in a sea of uncertainty, and now you were looking at him with such shock and anger. He didn’t fight when you ran from the room, no doubt hiding away in the bedroom you both shared. With a heavy sigh, Tsuna took his place back behind his desk. He had work to do after all.
Xanxus:
His blood boiled, sight turning red with the familiar burn of rage. Destruction was left in his wake as he scorched a path through the Varia mansion, all who saw him scrambling to safety. The mission was a failure, critical information lost and all leads useless. Another table was thrown, smashing to splinters against the wall of the hallway. Little shrieks of underlings who saw him only enraged Xanxus further. These trash, unreliable and unworthy! A door was ripped from the hinges and thrown to the floor with another sharp spike of anger, the details of the mission running back in the Don’s mind yet again. Such a simple mistake, a tiny oversight that had cost him everything, made by the lesser so called “members” of his family. With a roar, Xanxus entered his office and slammed the door closed behind him, snatching a bottle of alcohol on the small table beside him and downing large gulps to soothe a portion of his rage. The rest of the office was subjected to more destruction, curtains ripped and chairs overthrown. Another small detail, so quiet, was you slowly opening the door to the room with a tray in your hands containing various meats.
“Xanxu-” was all you managed to say, not prepaired for the heavy desk being thrown haphazardly across the room and directly into your form, toppeling you and pinning you to the ground with the momentum and weight. You shrieked in pain, several open wounds and cracked bones throbbing in agony as you laid there under the projectile. Your cry finally caught the attention of the man in question, snapping him out of his headspace and looking to see you trapped under one of the things he had flung during his tantrum. Icy cold guilt froze the flames of his anger, chilling his bones to the core as he walked slowly to you, picking the desk off of your body as you laid there. His face was unreadable, eyes completely overtaken with too many emotions to name. A press of a button on the wall alerted the resident doctors, as Xanxus could only stand there in frozen apethy as he watched you writhe in pain. And the word sorry had never crossed his mind.
Byakuran:
He could never understand why you wanted to leave. He had done everything for you, given you an enchanting playground to explore and relax and decorate. He had protect you, camers thrown about your enchanting landscape to keep you safe and moniter you so you were never in harms way. He ordered exotic fabrics and jewels and foods from around the globe, to keep you dressed and fed and beautiful always. He even kept the outside world at bay, putting up gates and walls between you and all the stress and anger and hate that the outside endlessly spawned without remourse. Gone were problems of money and war and social acceptance. You were in your own little heaven, your own little bubble of happiness that he refused to let anything tarnish. So why did you fight him?
You were always a spirited creature, and that in the beginning is what drew him to you. Byakuran was a man of specific tastes, loving to see a person with passion in their eyes and a bubble in their laugh. He loved seeing them mellow out to a languish, beautiful prize he could pamper and protect. He visited you often, in your golden enclosure he had built for you. His touches were soft and unhurried, stress released from his body every time he indulged himself to come to your side, letting the pent up lust and love and affection he felt for you come rushing forward with every kiss and sugared word he whispered against your soft skin. He was nothing but the perfect gentleman, and yet you struck out at him, your numble fingers grabbing for the keycard he wore to access your finely woven reality. You were trying to escape. One swift, harsh strike to your head and you fell still against the plush pillows and satin of your bed, allowing Byakuran to gather his things and lock you inside once again, alone in your paradise. One day, he would make you understand why it pained him to see you try to destroy what he created.
Omg new blog yes! Can i request a scenario with tyl tsuna and tyl xanxus have a gf who's a doctor treating their wounds? Thank you! <3
This request was asked a longg time ago, but I never got around to posting it? LOL
My apologies to the other admins for going MIA, I had really bad writer’s block.
I hope this was okay…?
Tsuna
“Geez Tsuna, how many times has this happened?”
You knew Tsuna hated it when you were nagging him constantly, but it was because he never listened to you that you emphasized it so much.
“I know you’re the don of the great Vongola family, but this is just ridiculous.” You narrowed your eyes at him. “Are you allowing yourself to get injured just to see me?”
Tsuna smirked. “So you finally figured it out. You’re getting smarter, (S/O)~”
Your eyebrow twitched, and you forced a smile. “Oh really? So you enjoy being in this state, huh?”
“Yea—OW! (S/O)!”
“Stay still you idiot, I have to clean up your wound.”
The big whining idiot that was the “King of the Underworld” had been a past repeated patient of yours.
It wasn’t until he came in random times of the day to drop off little “thank you” gifts and coffee that you realized he was someone who obviously wanted to be more than just a patient.
After his persistence and good charm, you finally gave in to becoming his girlfriend.
“You should’ve warned me first,” he hissed.
“Your fault. Seems you’ve now become a masochist of some sort, so I’m simply giving you what you want.”
His annoyance quickly switched to amusement. “You never let me finish my sentence, though.”
You blinked. “What?”
“Yeah, if it means getting treated by you all the time.”
Sighing in exasperation, you grabbed more material for cleaning his wound. “If you want to see me so much, why not just make me the head Vongola doctor for all I know?” You laughed. “Kidding—”
Tsuna blinked. “So you’ll let me? I thought you would get mad if I did it without your consent.”
“H-huh? W-wait, no, I was kidding—”
“Let’s go submit your resignation letter right now.”
“Tsuna! W-wait—”
He sent a smirk. “Now I can see you every time I want. And I’ll make sure you’re aware that I’m more of a sadist than a masochist.”
Xanxus
Your eye twitched at the sight in front of you.
The almighty boss of the Varia had done it again.
With the actions he constantly took, it was a mystery as to why you even loved him in the first place.
Yes, the grown ass man who refused to get treated for his bullet wound was your boyfriend, Xanxus, though, maybe not for long.
“(S/O), what are you doing here?” he grunted, taking a sip of his wine from the glass in his hand.
You sent an annoyed smile. “What reason would I be here for at this time of day, dear?”
He sent an indifferent glance, and went back to his wine. “Don’t try to be smart with me and answer my question.”
“Xanxus, I have a PhD, I’m not “trying” to be smart, I am. You’re smart too, so let’s try using your head for once, yeah?” Walking over to him, you grabbed a chair nearby and sat next to his grand couch, putting the first aid kit you brought onto your lap.
“I don’t need treatment. Leave, (S/O), I need time alone.”
“No. What you really need is medical help. I’m not letting you die from your stupid pride.”
He scoffed. “Woman, something like this won’t kill me.”
“Oh really? You wanna bet?”
He rolled his eyes. “Depends on what we’re betting on.”
“I was kidding, Xanxus, because we’re betting on your life, you idiot. It’s on me if you die, so I’m treating you no matter what you say.”
You gripped his arm, and saw him slightly flinch. You raised an eyebrow. “So you don’t need treatment, now?”
He glowered down at you. “Don’t make me repeat myself, woman. Leave.”
“No.”
You and him glared at each other, and it was at that moment that you took out the bullet lodged inside of his bicep.
Xanxus winced, which caused him to lose his glare.
In triumph and satisfaction, you cleaned his wound and began bandaging his arm, noting the tenseness of his arm from probably restraining himself from flinching again.
“Xanxus.”
“What.”
“We’re done.” Cutting the bandage off its roll, you sent a smile. “Now was that so bad?
He rolled his eyes. “That was unnecessary.”
“…With a doctor as a girlfriend, you’d think he’d be more reluctant to be treated,” you muttered to yourself. Gathering up your things, you stood and walked to the exit. “Whatever, I’m leaving.”
“Hey.”
“Wha—mffh?”
Getting cut off by his lips, you could only stand there speechless as you watched him pull away and smirk at you.
“…With a mafia boss as a boyfriend, you’d think she would dress sexier around him.”
“W-wah-?”
His smirk grew. “Though I bet we can change that right now, can we?”
Ah.
So this was why you fell in love with him.
Could I have a scenario where Tsuna and his s/o first met when he was about to fall down the stairs and because his arms were flailed, his s/o catched it which was in another flight of stairs above him? (They were on diff set of stairs, yes) Thanks!
So um, my dumbass somehow deleted the ask... but I’m so glad I copy and pasted it before...
I’m really sorry for the amateur mistake, but hope you enjoy it regardless?
This was just how I interpreted your ask, anyway~
Tsuna
“I’m telling you, it has to be done by today!”
The angry voice echoed throughout the staircase, and you couldn’t help but get curious.
The stairs were rarely taken, especially in the 24-story building you were in, which was why you constantly hung out there during your breaks for a quiet place to think.
Trying to be as discrete as possible, you peeked out in curiosity to see a fluff of brown, spiky hair.
The stranger groaned, running a hand through his hair. “It’s fine, these things happen. I’m already on it myself, so don’t bother anymore. ...I regret giving Hayato today off…”
He talked some more using complicated terms, you only catching the words “family” and “clams”, and watched as he tilted his head upwards in frustration…
Only to meet eyes with you.
He jumped, startled, and he slipped, almost falling to his doom before you reached out in panic and caught his arm.
The shatter of glass resonated throughout the room, and you could hear the caller’s panicked voice.
“Tsuna..? Tsuna!”
The two of you blinked as the call ended, staring at each other before he chuckled and sent a charming smile.
“That could’ve been me.”
Letting go of his arm, you stared at the shattered screen of his phone lying at the bottom of the staircase, and averted your eyes. “Sorry about that… it must’ve cost millions…”
“Hey.” You meet his eyes again, and he sent a wink. “Trust me, I’m worth way more than that shitty phone~ I needed an upgrade, anyway.”
You narrow your eyes. “You’re kidding, right? That’s the newest model!”
He shrugged nonchalantly. “I have dozens of those, you want one? You know, for compensation for saving my life.”
“Right, because I clearly wanted compensation when I was the one who caused your almost-death.”
He hummed. “So you don’t want one.”
You bit your lip. “Well…”
“Oh well, suit yourself, Miss Selfless~ Though that brings me to my next inquiry.”
You blinked. “What?”
He traced the outline of your jaw, and you slapped it away before he realized how effective it was on you. “What were you doing, eavesdropping on someone?”
“To be fair,” you pulled away and crossed your arms. “I stay here during my breaks because it’s usually quiet. You were the one who was being extremely loud, yelling outbursts in a staircase.”
He snorted. “What a loner.”
“Shut it!” Your eyes then widened, staring at the time on your watch. “Oh shit, oh shit! My break was over ten minutes ago! Fuck!”
Scurrying away with a stream of curse words, you were too panicked to say good bye to the handsome stranger, who you hadn’t realized was giving a heavy stare that watched you until you left.
When you took a restroom break hours later, you found a brand new phone model at your desk with a sticky note attached with a phone number.
The name’s Tsuna. Make sure to call me so that I can repay you the millions of dollars for saving my life, Miss (S/O).
It’d be paid back in dinner dates with me, though~
Tsuna doing orgasm denial on s/o cuz she made him jealous and watching her whimper
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Tsuna’s eyes seemed to glow in the dark, intense and swirling with lust and possessiveness as he stared at your form. He had trapped you in a web of intricately tied ropes, keeping you spread and powerless against his endless torment of pleasure in pain. You couldn’t do much past moaning incoherently, as he flipped the switch in his hand to increase the power of the vibrations between your legs and paralyze you with a spike of pleasure.“Focus, pet. We aren’t done here,” came his deep voice, his fingers trailing from your jaw down your body with a slow, deliberate motion. His touch burned like fire, causing your body to ache and arch into him in the silent plea for more. Your mind was swimming, focused only on the buzzing of the toy strapped to your core and caresses from the ruthless mafiaso currently holding you hostage. “T-Tsuna…!” you begged him for something, anything more. It had been hours since he had lured you into his bed and tied you down, repeatedly bringing you so close to the edge only to lower the power of the vibrator. Each edge only blurred your vision and flooded your senses with more unreleased hormones, and you loved every second.“Silence. You knew exactly what you were doing, walking around here in that tight dress and bending over every chance you got. What a little slut. You wanted to be punished, didn’t you?” He spoke again, shifting his weight to climb over your writhing body, flipping the setting of the vibrator down again to a torturous hum. “Don’t worry, pet. I know exactly how to deal with my little whore, don’t I?” Danger glinted in the sharp curve of his smirk as the Don reached down, pushing his pants down enough to release his straining cock a few inches from your open mouth. “Suck, my little fucktoy. Then I’ll decide if you deserve to cum.” With one steady thrust, he pushed his cock into your waiting mouth, moaning lowly as you gagged around him. Free hand reaching down to grip tightly to your hair, Tsuna started to pump himself in and out as he fiddled with the control to the vibrator, kicking up the intensity every time you sucked particularly hard or held his dick down your throat without much of a struggle, and shifting the power down a notch when you pulled back to breathe or forgot to work your tongue along the underside of his shaft. The Don had always enjoyed this game, forcing you to pleasure him while trying to not fall over the edge yourself. ‘Keeping your multitasking skills sharp,’ he would say tauntingly, but not this time. Tsuna started to pant heavily, gripping your head punishingly as he started to fuck your throat, moaning loudly and flipping the vibrator up to the highest setting to make you squeal. “Fuck… What an obedient pet. Make me cum.” You encouragingly started to bob your head with his thrusts, coaxing him with your mouth to spill over the edge in search of an orgasm of your own. A few minutes of the brutal treatment and Tsuna pulled out of your drooling mouth to pump himself in his hand, letting his release coat your face and neck below him. A low, hoarse chuckle was heard above you, the mafiaso smirking down at you with the remote in his hand. “Such a good slut for me… Do you deserve to cum?” he teased with a growing grin, watching you writhe and buck below him as the rumbling against your core drove you to the edge, holding you there. “Y-Yes, please!” was your desperate cry, eyes closing and hips rolling with pleasure as you prepared to finally come to your end. Just as you were about to go over, the vibrator was switched off. You started to thrash in despair, body thrumming with the need to orgasm. Tsuna remained kneeling above you, wicked smirk still firmly in place on his devilish face. “No. You don’t deserve it. Now if you’ll excuse me,” he spoke softly, climbing off you to clean up and get dressed, “I have a meeting to get to. Be a good little whore, and stay right there.” The remote was flipped on once again, to the lowest setting. “Oh wait… you have no choice but to obey.”
Can I request for S/O who was devastated or in a miserable state of being left by Tsuna. Everywhere she goes, it reminds her of him. As months or years pass by, she forgets about her relationship with him, but he suddenly appeared in front of S/O's door. I live for angst, I'm sorry. • ³•)♥♥♥
sorry if Tsuna came off as kinda an asshole, he kinda had to to make it more effective, I guess?
sorry for being basically dead in terms of activity, ya’ll :/
hope you enjoy lmao
Tsuna
“Missed me, (S/O)?”
Bastard.
You had seen him laughing, having the time of his life, going out to nightclubs and parties, while you had been desperate to crawl back to his arms, banging on his door everyday, begging and crying to get back with him.
You had turned into a literal stalker for him, and it had made you feel ridiculous, humiliated, ashamed.
He had told you you controlled him, that he was being restrained, and that he needed to go, but in reality, he just got bored.
While he had as many flings as he wanted, while he was living lavishly and comfortably, you were just trying to live your life without any reminders about him and your lives together.
So why was he back?
Why was the familiar chestnut brown hair, deep hazel eyes, and sexy smirk back on your doorstep like he had no clue what he had done to you?
Why did he look as if you should be honored to be graced with his presence?
Why did he choose the day you finally forgot him, the day you labeled him as a fling in the past, the moment you were happy with your life, to bother you like this?
Sometimes you questioned your luck—no, you always questioned your luck.
Because it was absolute shit.
“Is that something you call the love of your life?”
So you had said it out loud.
Your eyes narrow. “Why the hell are you here, Tsuna?”
He raised an eyebrow. “I thought you’d be glad to see me.”
You grit your teeth, and shut your eyes in exasperation. “Why the fuck would I ever be glad to see garbage like yo—”
“Mommy? Who’s at the door?” Your three year old daughter rubs her eyes from her daily nap, and blinks. “Is he a bad man?”
You shove away your anger, and smile down at her. “No, sweetheart, he’s just an old friend of mine. Mommy will be right back, okay? I need to talk to this man. Go back to your dad.”
She takes one last look at Tsuna, and nods. “Okay.”
Making sure she had left, you close the door behind you and realize Tsuna was giving you a heavy stare. Almost as if…
Almost as if he was glaring at you.
“‘An old friend?’ ‘Mommy?’ (S/O), are you serious?! Is that all you thought of me all these years?! It’s only been three years, how could you move on so soon?! Was I just a one-night stand to y—”
“Only been three years? All that I thought? Are you being serious right now, Tsuna?” Your fists clench. “You’re the one who broke up with me. You’re the one who left me thinking I was worthless, and insignificant, and now you’re telling me that I’m the one at fault for finally moving on?!”
Tsuna’s eyes widen, as if he had forgotten. “(S/O)…”
“No! I’m sorry if you thought I’d be waiting for you for three years! If that’s who you were looking for, if this was all some kind of sick test of my loyalty, then go find someone else! Because after you left me in a disastrous wreck, I found someone who fixed me, asshole.”
After turning to leave, Tsuna quickly grabbed your wrist. “W-wait, (S/O), just let me—”
“Leave me alone, Tsuna!” Feeling tears at your eyes, you quickly wipe them away, and force him to let go of your wrist. “Please, just… go. My daughter will get worried.”
His eyes were frantic, desperate. “(S/O), please, I can’t lose you in my life, I—”
“Go. If you stay, I really might hit you.”
Pain. Anguish. Regret.
It was all in the hazel eyes you had used to love so much.
Watching him leave, you proceeded to cry.
Maybe your luck wasn’t so shitty, after all.
Because if he had come yesterday, you would’ve left everything just to get back with him again.
1. Xanxus, Tsuna and Reborn trying to win back s/o they pushed away because they got scared of how deeply they fell in love with them
Xanxus- You had thought you’d successfully avoided him, for the most part. The violent, alcoholic leader of the Varia was not so easily hidden with his loud voice and usual trail of destruction he left behind him. Accepting any long distance mission you could find, spending every spare moment outside of the mansion so as to not run into that handsome, glowering face that had rejected you not one month before. But there was no escape, not when Belphegor pranced up to your side with a gleeful grin and informed you that the boss needed you in his office immediately. “You’d better hurry along now, Principessa~. You know how he gets when he’s made to wait,” hissed Bel behind the manic smile, causing you to sigh and nod. “Alright. Thank you.” And with that, you trudged to the large doors of the bastard’s office, pushing one open and stepping inside. There he was, tipping back another sip of alcohol and growling in satisfaction. The low light of the room made his eyes almost glow with trapped emotions, too many for you to name. Closing the door behind you, you cleared your throat and crossed your arms. “Where’s that slutty escort you picked up after you threw me out?” you said, your words venomous and low with disgust. Looking back on it now, you should have expected the hitman to cut off your flings in favor of trading you out, picking up a newer model of whore to kneel at his feet. That was how he had framed it, when he harshly ordered you out of his office with the tramp glued to his side just a few weeks ago. Xanxus only hummed, seeming to hardly acknowledge your verbal blow as he stood to his full height and slowly made his way towards your quickly retreating form, only to stop inches away from your body and pin you to the cold wall behind your back. He reeked of whiskey, even more so than his usual cloud of expensive luxuries he imported. “Xanxus, sto-” he moved again, this time quickly and with purpose, to effectively silence you with his lips pressed against yours, hands roughly pawing at your sides and chest. He was growling in the back of his throat, animalistic and depraved like a dying man starved of food. You felt numb, confused by the onslaught of affection and the roughness of his actions. Placing your hands to his solid chest, you shoved as hard as you could to get him to release you. Golden eyes met yours again, the shove only getting his attention and pausing his actions. “The fuck are you doing!? Get off of me, you’re the one who broke it off-!” “Shut the fuck up and kiss me, woman,” he finally spoke, shoulders shuddering and his solid grip on your waist tightening. His breathing was ragged, desperate, as if he had been wanting nothing else but you for weeks. “… You’re mine, and mine alone. Fucking kiss me before I regret ever letting you go.” Tsuna- “Maa, y/n! You can’t be mad forever!” Yamamoto’s kind voice came from behind you in the shooting range, his arm reaching around swiftly and plucking the currently unloaded gun from your fingers. “Yama, give that back!” “Not until you go talk with Tsuna-kun.~ You two have been avoiding each other for weeks.” His response was singsong and unperturbed, the maddening smile never leaving the swordsman’s lips. Frustrated, you turned and reached for your other weapon, grudgingly loading the bullets into the casing. “I won’t talk with him. He’s the one who broke up with me, without any warning or reason why! If he’s that desperate to get rid of me, then I’ll be perfectly happy to oblige him,” was your response, your anger making your fingers falter and drop the next bullet to be loaded onto the ground. Sighing, Yamamoto knelt down and picked it up for you, shaking his head. “Go talk. I think you know why he did what he did. You wouldn’t want that last sour note affecting you and your work forever now do you?” It was impossible not to soften as his comforting, albeit reprimanding tone. You knew it had been hell, curbing your entire life around not seeing Tsuna’s face again. He angered you, frustrated you, confused you. But he was never off of your mind. Every thought, every action had Tsuna’s scalding brand stamped into it, until he had become your curse you were happy to let pull you under. Heaving a heavy sigh, you set down your firearm, gathering your things. “… I’ll go see him today. If only to see him.”
“That won’t be necessary,” came a smooth, dark voice from behind you. The both of you turned, Yamamoto’s satisfied smile returning to his lips when Tsuna’s form was revealed standing at the door, eyes dark and troubled. “That will be all, Yamamoto.” The Don’s eyes followed the swordsman as he grinned and left, leaving the two of you alone and the air heavy and thick. Shoulders rigid, Tsuna stepped towards you with a determined look in his eye, his hand gently brushing your cheek only to firmly grip your hair in a punishing hold causing you to cry out softly. “It’s come to my attention that..despite my best efforts, you still plague me. The thought of you with other men sickens me, makes my blood boil. So, I’ve come to reclaim what is rightfully mine.” “Tsuna, what are you-” was all you managed before your hair was harshly tugged and your lips were being claimed once again by your Don. Tsuna hummed at the back of his throat in satisfaction, his kiss rough and possessive until he pulled back to lick at your bruised, claimed lips. “I fucking love you. And I’ll show you how much you drive me crazy.” Reborn- Reborn had always considered his options very carefully, always looked at every angle and outcome until he saw what was best for him and all the parties it affected. It was logical to cut loose ends. Wasn’t it what hero’s used to say? Protect the people you love? Reborn had always solved that problem with a simple solution, to never fall in love. It was only until he had met you, had gotten to know you and all of your flaws and quirks. You were constantly baffling him, always spinning his world until he felt dizzy and confused as to how he had let himself fall so far to be captured in the sweet hell of love. And so, he did what he did best. He chose to protect you. That had been months ago, and here he stood now, bouquet in hand and sopping wet, right outside your door. You had the door open, staring at him with a mix of anger, confusion, and intrigue in those perfectly maddening eyes. “…. You can’t be serious, Reborn. You broke up with me,” was your response. Rightfully so, it had been his fault. Reborn’s eyes darkened and he looked away, rain beating against his back and soaking him to the bone through the suit he always wore. “To protect you,” he said gruffly, half convincing and all anger. At himself, for ending such a shred of joy in his life? At you, for making him love you so deeply it frightened him? No one could say, not even him. “You mean to protect yourself. You’re afraid of-" "Of what, y/n?” Reborn growled, voice low and accusing. “Of coming home and seeing another man on you? Of seeing you killed because of our line of work? Yes, I’m fucking scared,” his voice grew softer and sharper, bouquet dropping to the floor and his large hands gripping your shoulders in an iron grip. “But to hell with it. No other man will touch you, or protect you, or love you as well as I can.” With every word, he shoved you backwards into your home and shut the door with a slam behind you, pinning you down onto the table behind your back and causing you to gasp at the rough treatment. “They will never get the chance, because I’m not letting you go again. You are mine.”
Gokudera, Hibari and Byakuran dominating their so in bed
Gokudera: The sound of skin slapping skin and ragged gasping was all you could hear in the dark room, Gokudera’s hips slamming into yours harshly and his strong hand gripping tight at the column of your throat, keeping your air restricted and your vision hazy. “You take my fucking cock so well,” you heard him say, leaning down to bite your shoulder hard enough to draw blood as his hips kept up the punishing pace, driving you insane with the onslaught of sensations. “You always do,” he whispered into your skin, licking up the small trail of blood leaking from your wound. “Such a slut for me.” You squirmed in pain and pleasure, arms restricted by the handcuffs keeping your wrists pinned to the headboard of the bed that was slamming rhythmically into the wall behind it. The man above you started to slow the movement of his hips, drawing back to watch your pleading face. “Oh? Want to cum? What do we say, y/n?” he growled, cock throbbing impatiently with his own need to release. “P-Please..” was your raspy response, voice hoarse and pitiful from his cruel grip on your throat and the intensity of being left right on the edge, making your head spin. “P-Please Gokudera..” That seemed to satisfy him, the hitman smirking and pushing himself back into you suddenly, resuming his rough pace until his hand tightened suddenly around your neck and his head tilted back with the force of his release. Gasping for air, your vision blackened and your body shuddered with your own orgasm, hands flexing desperately from their trapped position with the need to hold onto something, anything. Your breath came back to you suddenly as his hand was removed, his hands now gripping your sides as he held himself inside you. “Fuck.. You look so sexy when you cum. Want you to do it again.” Hibari: His hand slapped against your ass, face emotionless as he watched you squirm and wail from your immobilized position on his bed. You were completely helpless, on your belly with your arms and legs pinned spread eagle to the posts of the bedframe and at the mercy of Hibari’s every whim and desire. Another slap to your ass, and the bright red color flushed at the skin, making him smirk slightly and dip his fingers lower to your sex, teasing you gently. Your eyes closed, the sensation making you gasp and tense as you relished in the pleasure that mingled with pain from your bruising backside. Hibari suddenly pulled his hand away yet again, making you nearly scream in frustration. “Be silent, herbivore. I’m not nearly through with you,” came his deep, smooth voice. His fingers came back once again, now slick, and worked their way inside you. The pleasure had your head reeling, helplessly squirming to the best of your ability to somehow get that last touch, the last movement to send you over the edge. Your breathing stopped as you came right to the edge, only for his hand to pull away and deliver another cruel slap to your ass, causing you to bite down on the sheets below. Hibari moaned lowly at your desperate shuddering, and stroked himself at the sight of you. “You are here for my amusement. This is what you wanted, to be my plaything. And now you are.” His breath was picking up, and the wet sounds of his hand moving up and down his cock made you writhe in despair, feeling his cum splatter onto your abused skin with a low growl from deep in his throat. And here is where he kept you for hours to come, dangling on the edge of orgasm for his amusement only to be greeted with pain for wanting something so selfish so badly. Byakuran: “Is there anything else I can do for you, Master?” you asked, eyelashes fluttering up at his smirking face from your position at his feet, his hand gently petting your hair in thought. “Hm… Master is a bit worked up. And I know how you can help me relax, my pet,” his silky voice relaxed and excited you all at once, his once gentle play with your hair turning into a harsh grip. “Your Master is hard. Get me off,” was all the orders he gave you letting you go to let your hands fumble delicately with the buckle of his pants, slowly lowering them to reveal his cock. Byakuran’s eyes were intense, burning into yours as he watched you slowly take him into your hand softly, directing him into your mouth. You knew he loved the game, loved the power of manhandling and forcing you into doing as he pleased with so much as a word. He relished in it, in the feeling of having such an obedient and willing slave for him to command. Byakuran’s punishing grip was back into your hair, already frustrated with the coy attempts at pleasing you, and forced your mouth to take more of him until you were gagging with his cock down your throat. He held you there for a moment, moaning low at the sight and feeling of you choking around his dick before he let you up, coughing and gasping for breath. “Get to it, no fucking around. Or I may as well get a new pet who knows what they’re doing.” That was all the encouragement you needed, the thinly veiled threat driving you to suck at his cock with renewed passion. He kept his hand in your hair, as a reminder not to disappoint him, as he watched you desperately force your mouth up and down his dick, sucking hard and never breaking eyecontact with the man who commanded you so flawlessly. You watched as your efforts were rewarded, his breathing picking up and moaning growing louder until he forced himself down your throat once again, holding you firmly as his orgasm overcame him. “Fuck! Y/n…. Don’t you spill a drop. That’s it..” he whispered, his cock remaining until you were forced to swallow down his cum. Byakuran’s hand was finally removed, letting you pull back and cough violently, tears streaming down your face from the rough treatment. “What an obedient pet.. Now get up and bend over the table. Master wants to reward such good behavior.”
