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Body Language 💪 {Tongue – TYL! Ryohei}


.12/20. : Tongue (TYL! Ryohei Sasagawa)

You grinned when you felt arms wrap around your waist and a chin rest on your shoulder. Ryohei kissed your neck gently, running his thick tongue along your skin.

“Ryohei.” You groaned, turning around and bringing his lips down onto yours. Your tongues intertwined and fought for dominance; Ryohei winning, of course.

He grinned when he pulled away. “I love you to the EXTREME!”

You chuckled, sticking your tongue out at him. “I love you too, Ryohei.”

In response, he ran his tongue across yours, pushing it back into your mouth as your lips locked once more.

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Blonde L❤ve {Tamaki Suoh}


Anime: Ouran High School Host Club
Pairing: Reader x Tamaki
Genre: Romance, Fluff



You sat outside on the stone bench, a book open in your lap. Instead of heading to lunch, where most of the other Ouran students were, you had decided to head outside for some peaceful reading. At times, you’d feel as if someone was watching you, but whenever you’d look around, no one was there; you were all alone in the area.

Shrugging it off, your eyes returned to the printed word of the book.

That is until a shadow loomed over you and blocked your light. Looking up, you blinked curiously at the hyper-active blonde that stood before you.

“Good afternoon, hime!” Tamaki smiled, his hands laced behind his back. “Are you not eating lunch? I looked for you, but you weren’t there.”

You nodded, a soft smile playing on your lips. “I had a good breakfast, so I’m not really hungry. I figured I’d use this time to catch up on some reading.”

“Oh, I see.” He nodded to show his understanding, his blonde locks swaying as he moved.

“More importantly, you said you were looking for me?” You questioned, your voice soft as you gazed at the blonde.

He nodded enthusiastically, grabbing your hands in his own. “Will you take a walk with me, hime? I have something I’d like to tell you.”

“Of course.” You nodded, closing your book and setting it to the side before looking back at the awaiting male. “But only if you call me by my name instead of ‘hime’.”

The corners of his lips curled up into a smile as he nodded hyperly. It was a small gesture of affection, but it made his heart soar. “Shall we go then?” He questioned, enjoying the taste of your name on his tongue as he held his hand out for you to take.

You smiled, your hand slipping into his own.

He pulled you off the bench with ease before letting his fingers lace with yours. It was a bold move that erupted sparks through both of your bodies and ignited your cheeks, but it was a move that neither regretted. His grip tightened as he began to walk, his mind running wild with thoughts of how to go about this.

He had planned to confess his feelings for you, but he wasn’t sure how to go about it. He was even more worried over how you would react. Tamaki had so many different ideas floating around in his head, thanks to the evil twins, about what you could do along with rejecting him. And, being the dramatic person he was, he feared the worst.

“Tamaki?” You called softly, stopping and tugging his hand to turn him around so he was facing you. “Are you alright?”

He blinked, his mind taking longer to register the words than normal. “H-Hai. I’m just fine!”

“Are you sure? You seem so quiet.”

Anyone who knew Tamaki Suoh knew that something was wrong with him when he was quiet, considering his usual nature was loud and never seemed to stop talking.

“Well… I have something I’d like to tell you.”

The wind blew, ruffling his blonde locks and letting them fall into his deep purple eyes, shining with nervousness. You noticed just how handsome he looked. At the same time, Tamaki noticed just how beautiful you were with the wind blowing gently through your hair.

Tamaki took a deep breath, his hands holding tightly onto your own and his cheeks turning a deep red. “I love you!”

Your eyes widened in surprise at the sudden confession. You knew something was on his mind, but you hadn’t expected that. “T-Tamaki…”

Fearing the worst, his eyes began to water and his bottom lip stuck out in a pout; Someone as emotionally fragile as Tamaki could not handle a rejection. You could see that better than anybody, but you never had any intention of rejecting him to begin with.

Your lips curled into a smile as you cupped his face, bringing your lips to his in a chaste kiss. “I love you too, Tamaki.”

“Eh?” He blinked, his body completely freezing. Had he heard you right? Did you really just confess your love for him? Still being frozen and lost in his thoughts, he began to fall to the ground. Just before he hit, however, he sprung back to life, tackling you to the ground. His arms were tight around your form, his head snuggling into your neck affectionately.

He never knew that one confession could make him so happy, nor did you.



“Where are you taking me, Tamaki?” You questioned lightly as the hyper blonde male dragged you across the school grounds. He had approached you after class and said that he had something he wanted to show you but, instead of telling you, he simply grabbed your hand and began to pull you away. By the time you reached the destination, the sun had sunk low over the horizon, casting orange hues over the land.

“T-Tamaki…” You breathed, looking around in ecstasy at the sight. Tamaki had brought you to a maze like area with thick and lush green bushes which were covered with roses of various shades of color. In all the time you’ve spent at Ouran, you had never come across this area before. Ouran was a very large place, after all. “It’s so beautiful!”

“I’m glad you like it!” He cocked his head to the side, blonde locks swaying slightly. “Mother told me that you love roses, so I wanted to bring you here.”

Ah yes, the shadow king of Ouran really did know everything, didn’t he?

“I’m really happy you thought to do so, Tamaki.” You smiled, lacing your fingers with his as you began to walk into the maze like bushes. After reaching the center of the maze, where a stone table and bench lay under a veranda, Tamaki decided to make a move.

Before doubt could cloud his mind, he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his body. His nose nuzzled your neck, breathing your scent deeply and sending chills down your spine. A soft kiss was then placed upon your neck.

“From now on, this will be our spot!” Tamaki announced, rubbing his cheek against your own with a bright smile on his face. A rose appeared in his hand and he held it out to you. “A droite, mon amour?”

You smiled brightly, taking the rose from his hand before closing your eyes and enjoying the feel of his arms around you. You had no clue what he had spoken in your ear, but hearing him speak in his native tongue seemed really romantic to you; it made your heart race.



You sat at the table across from Kyouya Ootori in music room three. You had designated the shadow king as a host for the day because you couldn’t get to Tamaki; he was completely surrounded by girls who were hanging off every word he spoke. They were even touching him! You felt like you should be angry, but you weren’t. More upset than anything, but not angry. It wasn’t Tamaki’s fault, and none of the customers knew that you were dating.

“Jealous?” Kyouya questioned, though he already knew the answer. His eyes were covered by the reflection of his glasses as he typed away on his laptop. He could easily tell what you were feeling, without even having to look up at you.

A small sigh left your lips as your sad eyes stared down at the hands folded in your lap. You felt like it was wrong to feel like this, when nothing was going on between them and Tamaki – it was just his job, pretty much.

Still, you couldn’t stop the little green monster that stabbed at your stomach. Nor could you deny Kyoya’s accusation, knowing that he could see right through you.

“Hmm. Tamaki really is an idiot.” He mused, his typing slowing down only slightly. “Why do you come, knowing that this is what awaits you?”

“I promised Tamaki that I would come to the host club everyday.” You responded quietly.

Kyouya smirked, his chin resting in the palm of his hand while his dark eyes glinted with mischief. “The boy really is foolish, but he practically worships the ground you walk on. No matter how many girls approach him, he’ll come back to you, begging for more.”

You giggled lightly, attempting to hide it behind your hand. “You make him sound like a dog, Kyouya.”

“Well…” He trailed off, pausing for a second before resuming his typing.

Meanwhile on the other side of the room, Tamaki found himself glancing over at the small table you and his best friend sat at every couple of seconds. How could you have designated him over Tamaki? His mind couldn’t wrap around it. He barely focused on what the girls around him were saying, his mind focused solely on you.

He felt a sharp pain when he saw you laughing at something Kyouya had said, a smug smile on his lips as he typed away on his laptop. Why were you laughing? Since when was Kyouya funny? And why was he making you laugh?!

Being Tamaki, he assumed the worst as usual. He had to get over there, before he lost you to the black haired sadist. “Sorry, ladies, but I’m afraid I have to excuse myself.” He told them softly before standing up and leaving the group. He could hear the groans, pleads and sighs of the rabid females but ignored them, his mind set on only one person.

You looked up in surprise as Tamaki stood over you, a serious expression on his face. “Is something the matter, Tamaki?”

“You shouldn’t leave your customers. We’ll lose money that way.” Kyouya scolded, his eyes never leaving the screen.

Tamaki ignored his comment, grabbing you and pulling you into a tight hug, his face buried in your chest. You could feel the room tense when he did this, most every girl in the room glaring daggers at you and wishing it was them and not you.

“What’s wrong, Tamaki?” You questioned softly, your hand brushing through his soft locks.

He sniffed, his teary purple eyes blinking up at you childishly as his lip jutted out in a pout. “Don’t you dare leave father for mother!”

“Eh?” You blinked down at him, confused as to what he meant.

“In other words,” Kyouya cut in, leaning back in his chair and pushing his glasses up with his middle finger. “He doesn’t want you to break up with him to be with me.”

“Why would I do that?” You grabbed the blonde’s face, leaning down so your lips hovered against his. “You’re my one and only love, Tamaki Suoh.”

“R-Really?” He sniffed.

You nodded and a smile came to his lips before they crashed against your own, spinning you around in his arms. You laughed softly when he pulled away, setting you back on the ground. What he did next was surprising to everybody, but you found it to be very adorable.

His arm went around your waist, pulling you flush against his side. “This is my princess and my love and none of you will steal her away from me!”

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Attention Please {Belphegor}


Anime: Katekyo Hitman Reborn
Pairing: Reader x Belphegor
Genre: Fluff, Romance, Light Smut/Suggestive Content

: Rain

“Oi! She-male! Where’s Bel?”

Squalo turned around, hands balled into fists and teeth clenched. “Don’t. Call. Me. That.”

“Oh? And what’re you gonna do about it?” You questioned, a mocking smirk on your lips as you winked in a flirty manner towards the older male. He simply twitched, pointed down the hall and walked away, muttering about how he wanted to kill you.

You laughed it off as you turned towards the direction he had pointed. You found Belphegor standing in the doorway to the balcony, watching the small drops of water fall from the sky and hit the concrete balcony. You moved to stand next to him, letting your hand slip into his own.

“Ushishishi~” His grip tightened to an almost painful degree, but you didn’t mind; you had gotten used to it. “The princess doesn’t mind getting wet, does she?”

Before you could respond, Bel had thrown you out into the rain, following after and pinning you to the railing.

You scowled at the blonde pressed against you before letting a smirk replace it. “Oh, Bel~? Why do you love the rain?”

“Ushishishi~” Was his response as his hand moved to cup your breast through the soaking wet shirt you wore. “Take a guess, princess♥~” His husky whisper against you ear sent shivers down your spine.

: Prisoner

You groaned as you stared up at the dark white ceiling. Your nose was running and your whole body ached. “Damn that Bel! If it wasn’t for him – ah, ah, achoo! – I wouldn’t have gotten sick!”

Thanks to Belphegor’s stunt a few days ago, throwing you out into the rain in winter, you have contracted a wonderful cold. Thanks to this, Bel is holding you prisoner in his bedroom, refusing to let you out. He’s even gone so far as to lock the door and windows and handcuff you so you can’t get out of bed.

This didn’t make you feel much better.

“Ushishishi~ The princess seems angry~” Bel’s voice was laced with pure amusement as he entered the room, that cocky cheshire grin on his face.

You scoffed, sitting up and narrowing your eyes at the blonde. “Because of you, I’m miserable!”

“Ushishishi~ You shouldn’t blame the prince for your own faults.” He chuckled, moving to lay on top of you. “Your prince is here to save you~”

Despite the comment you wanted to throw at him, you simply smiled and let your free hand play with his blonde locks. You may have been Belphegor’s prisoner, but that was a life you were willing to live as long as he was by your side.


“Bel, stop!” You whined, attempting to push the blonde male away from you.

He grunted in response, grabbing one of your wrists and slamming it against the wall. He used his free hand to grab a knife and slice your cheek. “Ushishishi~ The princess shouldn’t tell the prince what to do~”

“The prince shouldn’t be acting so horny when he’s in Squalo’s room!” You hissed, ignoring the wet tongue that lapped up the blood.

“The peasant shouldn’t have had pornographic magazines in plain view, then the prince wouldn’t have been turned on.”

Typical Bel, You thought, always blaming others.

“Ushishishi~” Belphegor pressed his body further into your own, leaving not a single inch of space between you. Just as your lips were about to connect, the bedroom door slammed open, interrupting your ‘moment’ to reveal a very pissed off shark.

“What. The fuck. Do you. Think. You’re. Doing?” Squalo gritted his teeth in an attempt to calm his boiling rage.

You bit your lip to stop from laughing at the angry male.

Bel chuckled, “What’s it look like, peasant? The prince is having fun with the princess♥~”

VOI! I’m gonna kill you brats!

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139 Dreams ☁ 13th Dream {Vacation – Ryoma}


☁Ryoma Echizen☁

You sighed in content, sinking lower into the cold water. It was after midnight and the stars were shining brightly overhead in the silky black sky, illuminating the pool. No one else around, all being asleep in their hotel rooms. Naturally, you felt like this was an opportunity you just couldn’t pass up and had to take advantage of.

There was nothing better than taking a relaxing dip in the pool after midnight when no one was around. Who wants to hear screaming kids and arguing adults when they’re trying to relax?

“Senpai.” A voice drawled before the owner sunk into the pool next to you.

“Ahh, Echizen!” You smiled, throwing your arm around his neck and pulling him closer. “Thanks for bringing me along!”

Yes, you had been invited to go to America with Ryoma for summer vacation. You were to stay for an entire month, using that time to relax before his tournament at the end of the month. You made sure to take full advantage of that time to relax and have some fun. Of course, it was a bit of a shock when Ryoma had approached you after school, asking if you wanted to fly across the world with him for a month. You were pretty amused at the reaction of Ryoma’s fanclub, too.

They had been pretty upset that Ryoma had asked you instead of one of them.

Ryoma’s cheeks tinted pink and he stuck out his bottom lip slightly, trying to fix the hat that you had almost knocked off his head. “It wasn’t that big of a deal, senpai.” He muttered something else under his breath, looking away from you.

“Eh?” You blinked down at him.

“Nothing.” He responded quickly. Too quickly.

Your eyes narrowed and you pulled him closer, grabbing his chin and forcing him to look at you. His face flushed, eyes widening at how close his face was to yours. He could feel his heart beating rapidly in his ears and his eyes unconsciously glanced at your lips before moving back to meet your own narrowed eyes.

“Are you hiding something from me, Echizen Ryoma?”

He flinched slightly at the use of his full name. A pout overtook his lips as he looked away from you. “My old man… was supposed to come with me…”

“Eh? Nanjirou-baka? Why didn’t he, then?”

“I asked him to stay behind.” He stared at the clear blue water, refusing to meet your gaze.

“Why’d you do that, Echizen?” Your grip on him loosened, but he didn’t make a move to pull away. Though, he did look pretty embarrassed.

“Because I… I wanted to be alone with you.” He muttered, pulling his hat down to cover his face. He could feel how hot his face had become and he mentally cursed. He must have looked soo uncool at that moment.

Your laugh cut him from his thoughts and he glared at you in return. “If that was the case, why didn’t you just tell me?”

“It’s embarrassing, senpai~!” He moaned, turning away from you.

You chuckled again, using the arm around his neck to turn his face towards your own. “You really are adorable, Echizen. And Innocent, too.”


“You know, Echizen… when someone sees such an innocent person, they just have this urge to corrupt them.” You whispered, pushing his hat off his head. You leaned forward and claimed the young boys lips as your own. Ryoma visibly tensed, his cat-like eyes wide in shock.

You pushed him until his back met the cold wall of the pool, sending a shiver down his spine. Your hand moved to rest against his neck, pressing your body closer to his own so that he was sandwiched between you and the wall. He groaned in response, finally waking up and returning the kiss.

Your tongue ran across his bottom lip, forcing its way into the youth’s mouth. He let out a gasp of surprise, gripping onto the side of the pool as your tongues danced.

You pulled back a few minutes later, licking your lips in satisfaction at the flustered look on his face. “We should go on vacation together more often, Ryoma-kun♥~!” You smirked, pulling him into a hug.

He hesitantly returned it, his own arms snaking around your bare waist and his head resting on your chest. That usual cocky smirk of his made its way to his lips as he nodded, pressing his lips to your collar bone. “Yes, we really should, senpai♥~”

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Appeal {Adult! Reborn}


Anime: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Pairing: Reader x Adult! Reborn
Genre: Fluff, Romance

“You know, Reborn…” You started, looking at a picture of Reborn in his baby form. “…You were so cute as an Arcobaleno.”

“Hmm?” He looked up from his espresso to you. You were lying comfortably on the couch, looking through the tenth generation photo album.

“You’ve changed… a lot.” You murmured, unaware of the approaching hitman.

“Oh?” He raised an eyebrow as he straddled your waist, hands on either side of your face. “How so?”

“Well, when you were a baby, you were really cute, ya know?” You never broke eye contact with the older male. “Now, you have some major sex appeal.”

His lips curled up into a smirk. “Let me show you just how much sex appeal I really have, amore.”

Before you could respond, his lips pressed rough against yours.

That was one night you didn’t get any sleep.

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Age Is But A Number {Sakaki Taro}


Anime: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: High School Reader x Sakaki
Genre: Humor, Romance, Light Smut

“Hurry up!” Choutarou called, grabbing your wrist and pulling you down the street towards Hyotei Gakuen, the school in which he attended.

“Che. I’d rather take my time and enjoy the few blissful moments of silence I have left before that damned monkey ruins it.”

“You shouldn’t be so mean to Atobe-san!” He scolded lightly.

You scoffed at the honorific. “If he wasn’t such an arrogant annoying monkey, maybe I’d consider it.”

He let out a sigh, knowing he wouldn’t win that particular argument. Finally, you reached Hyotei, the school you hated with a passion; Rikkaidai was a much better school in your opinion. The only reason you agreed to come watch his morning practice was because he is your baby cousin.

Shishido was standing by one of the empty courts, clearly annoyed by the loud screaching of Atobe’s fangirls that had crowded around the self proclaimed ‘King’. Yuushi and the others were ignoring it (which they deserve major credit for). Jirou was sleeping and Sakaki was…well, he was just Sakaki. Shishido looked relieved when the pair of you entered the courts.

“Arn. You’re late, Choutarou.” Atobe stood, pushing past his fan girls and running his hand through his purple locks. This sent his fangirls into a frenzy, like sharks at feeding time.

You rolled your eyes in disgust.

“Sorry, I had to go and get my cousin.” He motioned towards you.

“Ah~ hime-chan~ You’ve come to be awed by Ore-sama’s prowess, ne?”

You scoffed. “If I’m going to be awed by anything, it’ll be your stupidity.”

The fangirls gasped in horror and glared at you in hopes of setting your form on fire.

Atobe’s eye twitched as he attempted to remain calm.

Shishido was smirking and Choutarou was looking between you and Atobe with worry filled eyes; he was always such a worry wart.

“If you came to disturb practice, leave.” Sakaki spoke from his position on the bleacher closest to Atobe’s chair. His leg was folded over the other, arms crossed and eyes closed. “Otherwise, sit down and shut up.”

You scowled at the older man, about to respond with something smart when Choutarou sent you that look. His eyes became bigger and glazed over like he was going to cry. His bottom lip stuck out slightly, showing his dissatisfaction. He really wanted you there to watch his practice.

With a defeated sigh, you walked over and plopped down on the bench next to the uptight older male. Choutarou smiled in gratitude.

Practice went on as usual. Atobe was doing nothing short of sitting in his expensive chair and drinking some odd colored rich bitch drink while critisizing his team members; all of which were working their asses off.

You leaned forward so you could see Atobe on the other side of Sakaki. “Oi, monkey king.”

His eye twitched, but he answered none the less. “Yes, hime-chan?”

“Number one, call me ‘hime’ one more time and I’m going to shove that damned racket so far up your ass, you’ll be walking straight for the rest of your life.” Another, more violent twitch. Sakaki had his eyes on you, as well, clearly not happy about your comment. “Number two, you have no right to criticize them when you’re doing nothing but sitting on your fat ass.”

“Ore-sama is observing.” He retorted, dark eyes narrowed as he chose to ignore the insult to his ass. “It’s the job of a captain.”

You scoffed. “Sure it is. You’re the only captain that observes. All the other captains actually work their asses off with their team. But, I guess someone like you couldn’t understand that.”

He went to retort but stopped when Sakaki stood, grabbing the back of your shirt and dragging you along with him. “Stop standing around!” He ordered.

Immediately everyone went back to practice, except for Choutarou who was sending you worried looks over his shoulder (and Jirou who was still asleep).

Sakaki pulled you with him as he walked to the school, going straight to his office. “Sit.” He commanded.

“I’m not a dog, you know.” You rolled your eyes, taking a seat on the comfy leather couch he had, while he sat in his desk chair. “How long are you going to make me stay here?” You mused, propping your feet on the coffee table.

“Until practice is over.” He answered, his voice full of authority.

“Well, at least your office is comfy.” You murmured, glancing around the spacious office. It was more like a small apartment, really. Lifestyles of the rich and famous entered your mind and you chuckled.

“I’m going to go ahead and warn you.” He turned to you, his eyes cold and hands folded in front of him. “If you keep this up, I will ban you from attending practice and matches.”

You groaned, throwing your head back to stare at the ceiling. “Do you even know how much will power it takes not to say anything to him?” His eyes narrowed at you and you groaned again. “Ugh. Fine, fine. For Chou-chan’s sake.”

Twenty minutes in and you were bored out of your mind. “Hey Sakaki? I’m bored.”

“Not my problem.” He was looking over some papers on his desk.

With a scoff, you stood up and walked over to him, leaning on his shoulder so you could read the paper he held in his hand. You could feel him tense and you blinked. “Somethin’ wrong?”

“No.” Was his simple reply, voice devoid of any and all emotion.

“Okay then.” You paused. “Mind if I ask you a question?” He grunted and you took that as a yes. “How old are you? Me and the others were talking about it, because not one of us knows.”

“How old do you think I am?”

“Errr…” You pulled away, moving around to sit on the side his desk. “Late twenties, early thirties?”

He shook his head, a small smirk playing on his lips. “Fourty-three.”

“Dude, you do not look forty-three.” You blinked, leaning closer to get a better look at him.

Something flashed through his brown eyes and he reached forward, grasping your wrists and pulling you down onto his lap so that you were straddling him. Your eyes widened when his lips pushed roughly against your own, hands clasped tightly around both of your wrists.

You didn’t know how to react.

He smirked, pressing his lips against yours once more as he whispered your name in a husky tone. The way he said it… it was strangely arousing.

Without thinking, you crashed your lips to his, freeing your hands from his grasp and running them through his brown hair. His hands moved down to your waist, pulling your body closer to his own.

This should have been wrong.

The age difference was huge.

But, somehow, it seemed… right.

You groaned in pleasure when his head slipped under your shirt, rubbing your stomach gently, the cold metal from his ring sending shivers down your spine.

You had known Taro Sakaki since you first visited Hyotei three years ago. You were never friends, but mere acquaintances. You never would have expected it to turn out like this, but you’re glad it did. So what if the age gap was huge. Since when was love measured by numbers?

Age is nothing more than a set of numbers. They mean nothing when it comes to Love. And even if everyone else thought it was wrong, you were more than happy to tell them to piss off. In your eyes, and in his, it was right.

It was true love.

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139 Dreams ☁ 2nd Dream {Longing – Reborn}


☁Adult! Reborn☁

You sat in your bedroom staring blankly at the wall. Your body was there, but your mind had drifted off elsewhere.

You were there when the mysterious talking infant called Reborn first appeared in front of Tsuna, claiming to be a hitman and tutor there to train Tsuna to become the next generation mafia boss for the Vongola Family. You were there when he put him through rigorous and embarrassing tests (some of which you were sure he did for his own amusement) and you were there during the ring conflict between Tsuna’s family and the Vongola special assassination squad known as Varia.

You were there for it all.

Of course the whole time you were around, your eyes always stayed trained on the small infant. From the very first time you met him, you felt… drawn to him, intrigued. You weren’t sure why, but you ended up summing it up to your overly curious nature. Who wouldn’t be curious when a talking infant suddenly shows up claiming to be a hitman tutor?

Without realizing it, you slowly began to develop feelings for the small boy. At that time, you were too wrapped up to notice. And now it was too late. There was no turning back; you had lost your chance. You now realized that you were in love with Reborn. There was no denying it. If you had realized it sooner, you could have backed off and saved yourself the pain. But it’s too late now; you were head over heels in love with him.

Which is why you sat, alone, in your bedroom while Gokudera and the others were at Tsuna’s house with Reborn, chatting and having fun.

You longed to be there with them. You longed to be there with Reborn. But you knew it’d only hurt. Seeing how Bianchi felt about Reborn, and him completely brushing off her feelings… you were afraid he’d do the same to you if he found out and that’s not something you’re able to take.

You respected Bianchi for being able to stand it and, at the same time, you cursed yourself for being so weak.

With a sigh, you fell back on your bed, letting your eyes close as you drifted off into unconsciousness.


You skipped last period so you could go home without having to worry about running into Tsuna and company. Hibari would have your ass about it later, but you could care less.

With another sigh, you pushed open the door to your silent house, throwing your bag on the floor. Due to the dark clouds that hung in the sky, shielding the sun light from coming through the sliding glass doors that led to the backyard, the house was completely dark. Had you really turned all of the lights off when you left this morning? That wasn’t something you’d normally do. Then again, you’ve been doing a lot of things you wouldn’t normally do lately.

You sighed once again, turning to head towards the fridge to get a much needed soda when you froze. Was that… was that a figure sitting at your kitchen table? It was too dark to tell, but you could barely manage to make out the outline of a person. The shadow moved, standing up and slowly making it’s way toward you. You took a step back for every step it took forward until your back made contact with the wall.

You weren’t afraid. This guy couldn’t possibly put you through any more pain than you already felt, so what was there to be afraid of? You knew you were acting depressive (and possibly crazy), but you couldn’t help what you felt.

The shadow’s hand moved to rest on the wall next to your head, while the other flicked on the light switch. Light filled the dark kitchen, lighting up the man that stood in front of you. He was tall, with black hair and dark eyes that seemed to shine with amusement. He was wearing a suit and a fedora. If you had to guess, you’d say he was a member of the mafia, but why would he be in your house? How’d he get into your house? In your scatter brained moments, you figured you had probably forgotten to lock the door… again. But why did he look so damn familiar?

A deep chuckle left the man’s lips as he leaned closer. “Welcome home, amore mia.”

The fact that he was speaking Italian proved that he was most likely a mafioso from Italy, where most of the mafioso had been popping up from. That still didn’t tell you why he was in your house, who he was, or what he wanted.

You pondered the familiar factor, wondering why you felt as if you knew him. You examined the black hair that spiked out from under his fedora to the curly sideburns and dark eyes. Wait… no, that’s not possible…

Your eyes widened as you realized who was standing in front of you, despite how impossible it seemed. “Reborn…?”

He smiled, leaning in and kissing your cheek. “Si, amore mia?”

You weren’t so non-bilingual that you didn’t understand what Si meant. He had just confirmed that he was, in fact, the Reborn you had come to love. “How…?”

He chuckled again, moving so that his lips lightly brushed your own. “I’ll explain later, amore mia. For now, allow me to give you what you’ve been longing for for so long.”

Before you could question him, he swooped down, grabbing you in a passionate and gentle kiss. You froze in shock, your heart beating rapidly in your chest and your mind running wild. You could only make out one thought in your clouded brain: Kiss him back!

You quickly grabbed his suit jacket in your fists, pulling the male closer. The kiss intensified and Reborn ran his smooth tongue across your bottom lip, asking for entrance which you immediately granted. As your tongue’s danced in harmony, Reborn’s arm snaked around your lower back, pressing you farther into his body. His free hand moved up to rest against the back of your neck in an attempt to deepen the kiss further.

After Reborn finished exploring your mouth, he pulled away with that infamous smirk on his face, watching your reaction. You were breathing heavily, face slightly pink as you stared up at him with half lidded eyes that were clouded with confusion and love.

Reborn moved so that his lips brushed against your ear. “You don’t have to long for me anymore, my love. You have me all to yourself.”

You smiled, all of the pain you had felt slowly starting to dissolve, being replaced by warmth and happiness that only Reborn could give you. Your arms wrapped around his neck, your face pressed against his skin. He let out another deep chuckle.

Reborn would never admit it out loud, but he too had been longing for you since you met each other, but he wanted to wait until he could hold you like this before he made a move. He wanted to be able to hold and kiss you, and you both agreed that it was worth the wait.

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24 Hours A Day [11:00 pm] Yoshitsune


“Shouldn’t you be in bed?”

“Don’t start with me.” You growled, not bothering to turn around and look at the older male that stood behind you on the rooftop. You were leaning against the railing, eyes staring out at nothing. Truth was, you were pretty tired after working all day and just getting off about two hours ago and then having to deal with Mikan, Ikki and Rika. But you’d never admit that to him since you were both having a contest to see who could go the longest without sleep.

Your body tensed in surprise when you felt two arms snake around your waist, the intoxicating scent of Yoshitsune filling your nose. His grip tightened, pulling you towards him until your back met his chest.

He smirked, biting your ear lightly. “Let’s call it a draw and go to bed together, alright?”

How could you say no to that? You were exhausted, after all.


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24 Hours A Day [8:00 pm] Akira


“Where the hell is that boy?” You muttered as you leaned against a tree in the park. It was already nightfall and the only sounds came from the crickets. The only lights came from the street lamps and the fireflies. You had been sitting in that damn park for about 25 minutes, waiting for the infamous “beast” to show up. He was the one to call you, after all, he should have been on time.

“Hey! You haven’t been waiting long, have you?” Akira appeared in front of you, a small smile on his face.

You glared at the older boy, eye twitching in annoyance.

“Before you respond to that, just let me say this.” He smirked, leaning forward and bringing you into a mind blowing kiss that made the wait well worth it.

You scoffed after he pulled away. “You better be lucky I love you so damn much, Akira Udou.”


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24 Hours A Day [7:00 pm] Sora


You let out a yawn, using the back of your hand to cover your mouth even though it didn’t do much to stop the sound from escaping. “Shit~ I’m so tired! That damn Orihara, working us like we’re freaking dogs.”

Sora glanced at you as you sat on the ground next to his wheelchair and smiled, patting your head. “Go to bed, then.”

“I don’t want to.” You stood up and stretched. “I’m not really that tired.”

He slid his finger through the belt loop on your jeans and pulled you closer until you were sitting on his lap. “Baby, don’t lie to me.”

You scoffed, looking away to fight the small blush on your cheeks. Only Sora could make you feel so flustered.

He chuckled, his arms snaking around your waist while his chin rested comfortably on your shoulder. “If I go with you, will you go to sleep?”

“Maybe.” You murmured, hand resting on his bare arm.

He chuckled again, kissing your neck and tightening his grip around you.