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Body Language 💪 {Tongue – TYL! Ryohei}

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.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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Attention Please {Belphegor}

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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.

: Interruption

“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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Age Is But A Number {Sakaki Taro}

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Anime: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: High School Reader x Sakaki
Genre: Humor, Romance, Light Smut
Author Note: THERE’S NO FRIGGIN SAKAKI GIFS OKAY.


“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.