#mukuro reader insert

[weird-addiction]

'Targ is gonna Targ' you're so right for that 😭 obviously you don't have to write this if it's too much! <3

Daemon Targaryen x Nephew!reader where reader is Rhaenyra's brother/twin (you can choose if they're twins or not) and gets jealous of all the attention she is getting from Daemon and begins to become bitter about it. Reader wants to be the favorite and tries to win his affection so much that it starts to become noticeable. You can choose how it ends I don't mind whatever outcome, obviously doesn't have to be smut but I just need some Daemon x male reader there's just so little 🧎🏻

All the Attention

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x Nephew!Reader

Genre: Neutral

Warnings: Targcest, Uncle x Nephew relationship, childbirth death, kind of rushed writing, suggestive themes

A/N: I got super busy lately this should have been a while ago

The day he was born was also the day his mother died, Queen Aemma could not survive the twin as it was unexpected and her body had failed. 

Viserys had fallen into grief while Daemon had his attention on his older sister Rhaenyra. He had no one. 

Growing up was just a pain for him as no one paid any attention to him. Even though he was his father’s heir, he still paid more attention to Rhaenyra than him. He only called for him for lessons on their history and stories. He was in small council while his sister was the cupbearer, he hardly listened as no one even paid him any thought.

It was not until his father remarried to the Lady Alicent Hightower that he started to pay attention. He may not listen during the council meetings, it did not mean he did not hear the whispers around the castle. He knew Otto was the snake, he knew Daemon knew, but yet, he did not know how to approach his own uncle about it.

He decided it one night when he could not sleep.

Knocking on his uncle's door, he entered when he heard the voice on the other side to allow permission. 

“Uncle. It’s me.”

Daemon turned to look at him over his shoulder from the couch he had. The Rogue Prince’s hair was short, it being cut when he was in the stepstones. 

“Nephew. What has you seeking me at this time of night?” He took a sip from his wine goblet. 

“I believe you know best of the Hightowers. Father would not have married Alicent out of duty, he only loved mother you have always told. So why did he-”

“Otto Hightower is a cunt.” Daemon cuts him off, his words harsh but he did not care. 

Y/n smiled at his words. “So you know as well as I do.” 

Daemon shot him a look. “Come. Sit by me.” Which Y/n did as his words had told. 

They were quiet for a few seconds before Daemon turned to his nephew who looked so alike to him, which he himself had told since Y/n’s birth that it was wrong. 

“The Hightowers want power. And now that bitch queen has your half-brother, no doubt she will push your father to put him on the throne instead of you.”

“Father won’t let that happen. I’m his first born son.” Y/n retorted, he was so sure of his words. 

“Power hungry men will do anything they can to get what they want.” Daemon states, there was truth in his words and Y/n knew it. 

But then he thought about it, there was something that tied into Daemon's own actions. 

“Aren’t you the same.” Y/n rolled his eyes. 

Daemon scoffed when he heard that, meaning he agreed. 

“You are around my sister all the time, you just want her for yourself. I can see it. The maids and servants whisper it. I may not listen to the council but I do hear the whispers that echo in the halls.” Y/n held his own authority and ground, he did not back down. 

Daemon threw the now empty goblet onto the table before gripping his nephew’s neck, pinning him to the backrest of the couch.

“Do not mistake me, nephew.” They locked eyes. “If you wanted my attention then all you had to do was ask.” 

Y/n smirked, it seemed like his uncle knew him better than himself. Within the next couple of seconds, their lips connected, their eyes closed as they felt each other. His hand went under Daemon’s shirt trying to pull it off. 

But they pulled away before it went too far. The night was still far too young for them to do this. Y/n’s mood turned bitter and Daemon saw it clear as the blood of the dragon that burned through his veins. The air around had changed, just waiting for one of them to make the move.

“Careful nephew, your father may take me for treason.” Daemon teased.

“It’s not treason if I am the crown.” Y/n countered. 

“Your bitterness is showing. Are you that jealous that I gave your sister the attention and not you?” 

Y/n sneered as he heard that. “My father doesn’t pay attention to me unless it’s for lessons. My mother is dead, my sister is always elsewhere, you only have eyes for Rhaenyra, my new stepmother is awkward to talk to, and my half-brother can’t even talk. Any more questions?” He smiled mockingly.

Daemon was amused by his nephew’s words, though he nodded nonetheless knowing that was the reality and truth. 

“Then I can give you the attention you crave, but only if you ask.”

“You better. Otherwise I am going to tell father to exile you again.”

“Don’t be bitter dear nephew, you have all my attention now.”

[yourlocalcomfortcafe]

Can I request Mukuro learning to cook for her s/o who orders fast food all the time?

Mukuro Ikusaba cooking for her S/O!

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Prompt: Mukuro learning to cook for an s/o that always orders food.

Warnings: might be a bit ooc since i havent written for a while! none other that i know of!

Reader: GN! Might be a bit leaning towards fem since the author doesnt know how to write for male readers 💀

A/N: no cause same i order food every day since i cant cook for shit- Also hi hello guess whos back!! I hope you all are doing well and take this as my comeback! Writing will get better aswell as me writing characters so please bear with me!!

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-Mukuro would be so worried if you ordered food all the time

-She would try to monitor how much you order to make sure its healthy

-But she overall decided that it would be healthier (and cheaper) for you if she cooks for you

-She doesnt have much experience cooking given she has been in the military or serving her sister most of her life

-So she decided to search up online recipes and try making them for you!

-She isnt that confident with her cooking so if you complimented her cooking she would realllyyy appreciate it!

-So after a bit she came up to you with a simple pasta dish!

-She was a bit shy while giving it to you

-“I uhm.. i made you some pasta today so you wouldn’t have to order”

-And let me tell you that food was scrumptious 

-She would be so happy if you ate her food

-She got a bit shy when you complimented her

-“Its nothing..”

-Overall id say you started ordering less to eat her food

-100/10 cooking fr

[strawwritesfic]

Fran x Female!Hibari!Reader: A Cure for Gelotophobia

Summary: "After all, you should have been able to predict that Kyoya and Mukuro would start fighting the minute they laid eyes on one another."

Rating/Tags: G (Alternate Universe - Ten Years Later; Party; Dresses; Female Reader-Insert; Reader is Hibari Kyoya's Sister; Public Humiliation; Mild Language; Background Tsuna/Kyoko; Background I-Pin/Lambo)

Word Count: 3,806

Challenge: 160 Collective Drabbles

Prompt: Pyramid

Tag List: @imaginesfire

Notes: So just to be absolutely clear: This is set when everyone is ten years older, but it's not set in the original Ten Years Later universe that they all traveled to for the arc. They've all grown up since that point. Clear as mud?

And yes, I did actually write for this prompt years ago. But when I was going through the challenge, I was terribly embarrassed by the resulting one shot. White people going to Egypt and blowing up a pyramid played for laughs?? And then I spent exactly ten seconds researching how one should behave respectfully in Cairo, and I gave the old one shot up as a wash and decided to replace it. I haven't watch Agents of SHIELD in eons anyway.

Many thanks to my real life best friend for helping me come up with a better idea for "pyramid."

Ao3 Version Here

A Cure for Gelotophobia

Different things scared different people. Oh, there were common phobias: fear of heights, fear of spiders, fear of enclosed spaces. You liked to think you stood above such paltry feelings like fear. At your relatively young age, you'd already faced numerous challenges and come out the other with the battle scars to prove your skill. Rarely nowadays did you feel your heartbeat speed or your breath catch inside your lungs. But you felt both at that very moment, though there wasn't a single enemy in sight.

Tsuna and Kyoko's engagement party had only just begun. The ballroom at the Vongola's Japanese headquarters was tastefully decorated for the event. Evening sunshine beamed through the colossal windows looking out on to the thriving garden. Friends and family (and Family) of the couple drifted in and out from all directions, and all of them wore formal garb, the men, suits; the women, colorful gowns. Standing awkwardly by the drink table, you felt entirely out of place.

"What on earth are you wearing?"

The question asked in the familiar deep voice of your older brother, Kyoya Hibari, did not soothe your nerves. You shifted and found yourself unable to meet his gray eyes. Avoiding his face would only upset him, but you simply couldn't manage to lift your gaze. At least you kept your own voice steady when you answered:

"It's a ball gown."

"Is there a reason you've chosen to look so ridiculous?"

Pins and needles sharper than Roll's shot up your arms. Trust Kyoya to speak your fear into existence the moment he saw you. Just looking at yourself in the mirror before coming downstairs, you knew—well, you knew you didn't look as natural as the likes of Kyoko and Haru and Bianchi looked in their dresses. When your typical black-tie attire consisted of a literal black tie, suit, pants, and dress shirt in your Flame color, of course you stood out like a sore thumb wearing a gown.

"I just thought it would be nice to dress up for the party." You crushed the hem of your skirt in one fist.

"And if something should happen to necessitate moving quickly and precisely?" he asked.

"Kyoya," you groaned. "No one is going to mount an attack on the Tsuna's engagement party, all right? No one!"

"You're certain of that, are you? Hn. Well, if you want to risk getting blood all over your pretty clothes..."

"As if you aren't the goriest fighter here," you muttered, rather than admit he'd made you feel dumber than ever. You'd spent a decent amount of money on this outfit, and some of tonight's guests were sure to misbehave, even if their actions didn't amount to bloodshed. "No one is going to start a fight tonight," you said more firmly, "Hayato would kill them if they so much as thought about it."

"Do you think he'd mind killing Lambo now as opposed to later?" came a new voice to your conversation.

You looked around to spot your good friend I-Pin sauntering up to you and your brother, resplendent in an electric blue and yellow qipao. She offered a respectful bow to Kyoya, who answered with a slight inclining of his head, before she turned to give you a once-over.

"You look great, [Name]!" she said.

Awkwardly, you fingered the neckline of your gown. "I take your comment to mean you and Lambo are currently off."

I-Pin hummed noncommittally. Her surreptitious glance at Kyoya was answer enough. You spied Lambo across the hall, surrounded by the usual hoard of squealing fans, but even from this distance you could see his eyes darting toward I-Pin's back every few seconds. So she hadn't just come over to compliment your appearance, then; this was a strategic position on her part. Whether he'd willingly admit it or not, Kyoya had a soft spot for her—and not an ounce of sympathy for Lambo.

"Anyway," I-Pin said with a wave of her hand, "don't listen to Mr. Hibari. If Lambo tries anything disruptive tonight, I'll kill him myself. You just focus on wooing you-know-who."

You felt rather than saw Kyoya stiffen beside you.

"I-Pin," you hissed between clenched teeth.

She winced. "Sorry. Was that a secret?"

"So that's why you decided to wear something like that," he said.

"Kyoya—" you began, but he cut you off.

"I forbade you from speaking to him, did I not?"

Only your brother could make his fury plain with such a cold, emotionless voice. But he had trained you well. You did not quail at his tone. Instead, you looked him straight in the eye and said:

"I can speak with him if I want to speak with him."

"Oh? And how do you plan to defy me when you can't even reach your weapon right now?"

Poor I-Pin could only watch as you and Kyoya sized each other up. Her dark eyes were huge in her face. Probably she knew the same thing that you did: You couldn't take him. Kyoya wasn't called the strongest Vongola Guardian for no reason. But the minute you let on that you knew that would be the minute he won.

"Tsuna says we should be welcoming. If he doesn't care if I talk to him, why should you?" you asked.

"She's right, Mr. Hibari. Mr. Sawada wants—"

Kyoya gave I-Pin a look that clearly told her to stay out of his family disputes. Her mouth snapped shut, and she shot you an obvious nonverbal apology. Well, it wasn't her fault your brother was so good at holding grudges.

"Tsuna can 'welcome' whoever he wants," he said. "But you—

"What happened between you and Mukuro happened ten years ago, and it has nothing to do with me!"

"Kufufu. Speak of the devil, and he will appear."

And there, through a sudden dense mist that surrounded the refreshment table, materialized a tall figure in shadow. The fog rolled away to reveal a familiar man with long blue hair. I-Pin gasped. Mukuro didn't spare her a second glance. As usual, he had eyes only for Kyoya, and Kyoya for him.

"Don't tell me I'm the culprit of another little Hibari family spat. Poor [Name]," Mukuro purred, pulling you against his side. "Is the big, bad Cloud Guardian bullying you again?"

"Let her go," Hibari said in a tone that would have struck terror into the heart of anyone else.

Mukuro just slid his gloved fingers into your painstakingly-crafted hair. "If she wanted me to let her go, she could easily make me herself. Isn't that right, dear little [Name]?"

All you could do was grit your teeth and tug futilely against his grip. It was always like this when anyone forced Mukuro and Kyoya into the same room together. Try as you might to find Takeshi in the crowd to signal for aid, you couldn't find him. Anyone else getting involved in this exchange would only make things worse.

"Oh, Mr. Hibari, I really don't think taking our your tonfa is a good idea!" I-Pin said.

Or perhaps things would get worse without Hayato or Ryohei's help.

"Do we really have to do this?" you raised your voice so that Kyoya could hear.

Of course, he said nothing. Mukuro simply laughed again. The sound raised the hairs on the back of your neck at such close quarters.

"What do you mean? All I'm doing is greeting a dear friend of mine."

"We are not friends."

"[Name], you wound me. Did you not just say that what lies between your brother and myself has nothing at all to do with you?"

"You're not who I'm concerned about."

"Ahhh. So it's still my beloved disciple that holds your—"

Only because you'd seen them fight so many times over the course of your life were able to shift in time to avoid Kyoya's first strike with his tonfa. Mukuro let go of you before the metal could touch him. The sudden disappearance of his iron grip sent you tumbling to the hard ground.

"[Name], are you okay?" I-Pin asked as you struggled to right yourself around your gown. All you seemed capable of was getting yourself more tangled.

"Kyoya might have been right about the dress," you answered.

"But he's the one that started it!"

At least you'd dodged the opening assault. No doubt your brother would have blamed you for getting in the way of his never-ending battle with Mukuro, skirts or no skirts. But now you lay forgotten—literally—in a heap while those two duked it out again. Each face already glistened with lines of blood, and, much to your horror, the whole debacle had started to draw attention.

"Oi! What do you bastards think you're doing?!"

"Shit," you said as you spotted Hayato rushing in the direction of the fracas. The spaces between each of his fingers held sticks of dynamite. You had to act fast, or Tsuna's entire party would have to be held in the ruins of his recently-built mansion. "Would you two knock it off?!"

If either Mukuro or Kyoya heard you, neither showed it. Only the ubiquitous sound of tonfa clanging against pitchfork replied. Hayato sped nearer all the while. The dynamite drew closer and closer to the lit cigarette clenched between his teeth. Though I-Pin continued to grasp your shoulder as she watched the chaos unfold around her, you managed to shake her off. With a tremendous amount of effort, you heaved yourself up to your feet.

"Stop!"

Although he hadn't mentioned it, your brother probably wouldn't have approved of your heels either. You'd agree with that in retrospect as well. The sudden momentum combined with your clumsy gait sent you stumbling right into the middle of the fight.

"Not at this party, you assholes!"

And just in time for Hayato to throw his own weapon into the ring. The dynamite soared at you as though in slow motion. You could not dodge. You could not swipe it away. You could only watch, aghast, as the explosive sailed right up to you before it detonated with an earsplitting boom.

Crash!

A loud ringing filled your ears. Above you hanged jittering crystals, clouds of smoke, and wisps of purple and indigo flames. You stared at this kaleidoscope in a daze. Then, all at once, sensation slammed back into you: laughter, pain, cold, wet.

"Oh, children! Couldn't you have waited for the real party to arrive before you got to the fun part of the evening?" Footsteps walking through shards of glass heralded the arrival of yet more of an audience to your mortification. "Got into the liquor a little early tonight, hmm, [Name]?"

You recognized the barely stifled laughter before your brain caught up with your eyes to recognize the bright red and lime green blurring across your vision: Lussuria. The Varia had at last arrived.

A chill seeped into your bones—or maybe that was just the wine soaking through your ruined dress. Unwilling to sit there a moment longer, you gingerly peeled yourself off the collapsed table littered with the remains of the pyramid of glasses. Whether I-Pin's gasp was in reaction to the stains on your wardrobe or the cuts you could feel opening up across your shoulders and arms, you couldn't say. You didn't have the mental capacity to ask, for directly next to the Varia's Sun Guardian—who was practically quivering with glee at your predicament—stood the one person you'd been hoping to impress that evening.

Fran's face betrayed nothing of what he felt upon finding you in such a state. Why would it? It never did. Just behind him, Mukuro's red eye danced with amusement. Your brother narrowed his own eyes at the back of Fran's head—covered, as always, by some ludicrous cap.

Fran made eye contact with you. He said nothing. You said nothing.

"Oh, [Name]."

You felt I-pin lightly grasp your shoulder again, but you shook it off once more.

"I need to go change," you mumbled.

Without waiting for anyone to try to stop you, you turned and mechanically marched from the ballroom. Only a few people called out, but you ignored them. It took every ounce of self-control Kyoya had drilled into you to remain stoic with so many eyes watching your progress. One slipup, one crack in your façade, would only make an already humiliating situation worse.

Step by agonizing step, you made it to the hallway, to the grand stairs, to the room assigned to you as a guest visiting for the party. You let out a tremulous breath as you pulled the heavy wooden door shut behind you with a quiet click.

The bed in front of you looked so welcoming. You could pull of this godawful gown, wash off your makeup, and throw yourself into the lush pillows for a good cry. Certainly nothing else sounded more appealing just then.

But you could not. Someone would come searching for you when you didn't return. The last thing you needed was for either Mukuro or Kyoya to catch you crying over spilled wine, and all that after spilling wine all over yourself in front of a cute boy you rarely got to see.

Then you spotted your reflection in the mirror. This alone cracked your thin veil of composure. Dark wine colored huge patches of your dress. Your impact with the table had loosed your hair from its meticulous styling. Your eyes, despite your best efforts, were red and damp.

A sob burned the inside of your chest, but you refused to let it out. You whipped around and marched to the room's adjoining balcony. If you could not fling yourself into bed and cry, then you could stand outside and watch the last of the sunset over the garden. Clutching your upper arms so hard that your fingernails sent little stabs of pain up them kept you grounded enough to stay calm where someone might spot you.

Why did Kyoya have to be this way? You were a dutiful younger sister, enduring all the rigorous training and lectures on tradition he demanded throughout your life. Though you had not been granted the position of Vongola Guardian, you know that Tsuna (and, more importantly, Reborn) respected your strength and abilities. Not once in all these years had you ceased to do whatever you could to serve your family—both blood and figurative. And then the one night you wanted to be someone more than Kyoya Hibari's little sister...

You sucked in your lower lip where it had started to pout. One of your fists pressed into the skin just beneath an eye as a single tear threaten to leak out. Why should you cry? The spiteful part of you wanted to accuse Kyoya of sending you toppling into the drinks on purpose. He hated the thought of you cozying up to anyone related to his sworn enemy, however tangentially. But if you kept thinking that way, you'd never return to the party.

"It would serve him right," you muttered to no one.

But it wouldn't serve Tsuna and Kyoko right. You cared about them. They both deserved to have a blissful engagement celebration without the typical Vongola Family nonsense ruining things as usual. Knowing Kyoko, she wouldn't let the festivities begin until you came back anyway. And yet you couldn't quite bring yourself to make a move to head downstairs. However much you might try to deny it, you did feel fear the same as anyone else.

Still, your fear of embarrassing yourself in front of so many important people in your life could not be allowed to ruin everyone else's evening.

Sighing, you turned back toward the door to your quarters. If you could stomach wrangling Lambo without Futa to help, you could stomach being laughed at for a few hours.

"Why does it take women so long to make themselves look exactly the same?"

That voice drifting up to you froze you to the spot. Your higher brain functions seemed to cease. Did you want to handle this? After a moment or two of mute dithering, you moved back to where you'd been standing to peek hesitantly over the balcony railing. There stood Fran, flat-faced as always.

"Or do you just have identical dresses that look stained?" he asked.

"It's the same dress!" you snapped when your brain finally caught up with your eyes.

"Oh. I wasn't aware that looking that like a drunk dalmatian was so fashionable. I'll have to inform Captain Lussuria."

"Did you only come out here to irritate me?"

"Mah. Not only to irritate you. Your crying jag was getting lengthy."

"I wasn't crying!"

"I suppose having smeared mascara down your cheeks is fashionable now as well."

You inhaled sharply as you lifted a hand to your face. The skin there felt damp. No need to look in the mirror inside to confirm that Fran wasn't making things up.

"I wasn't crying the entire time," you said. "Tell everyone I'll be there soon. I just need to clean myself up a bit, and—"

"Don't bother."

"Huh?"

"Don't bother cleaning up."

"Fran, wine stains and smeared makeup really aren't in style. I'm not going back downstairs looking like this."

"Why even bother going back?"

Your fingers tightened around the railing in front of you. Sometimes you really had to wonder who thought the cosmic joke of you falling for this boy in particular would actually be funny.

"I can't just ditch, Fran. This party is a big deal. Everyone will notice if I don't show up."

"You mean like they noticed when you fell backwards into the drinks?"

"I didn't—"

But you bit your lip hard enough to make it bleed in your rush to clamp your mouth over the end of your sentence. Dutiful sisters did not blame others for their own failures, and neither did full-fledged members of the Vongola Family. You and you alone were ultimately responsible for the whole fiasco. After all, you should have been able to predict that Kyoya and Mukuro would start fighting the minute they laid eyes on one another.

"You do realize they're just going to do that twenty-six more times before the night is over," Fran said, as though he could read your mind—not exactly a comforting thought, all things considered.

"Maybe I should change into pants this time," you conceded.

"You do that. I'm leaving."

And indeed he turned around to do just that. Your heart nearly popped out of your chest.

"W-wait!"

"Why?"

You scrambled for an answer that wouldn't leave you all alone with a sympathetic I-Pin for the duration of the party. "Won't your boss be mad?"

"My boss is always mad," Fran said. "So is Captain Squalo. And Captain Levi. And—"

"Okay. Okay. I get it. Everyone in the Varia needs anger management classes. Duly noted."

"Your brother's already plenty mad, too."

True. Your choice of outfit had already incited Kyoya enough to ensure a thorough dressing down later on, even disregarding your spectacular trip into the wine. Now he'd only be more convinced than ever he had been right, that you had no business dressing up like that even for parties such as this one. And while your brother would never physically strike you in order to punish you, his icy demeanor would likely be enough to make everyone around you miserable for the rest of the night.

So why bother going back? You could always beg Tsuna and Kyoko for forgiveness in the morning. Kyoya would be infuriated regardless of your absence. At least Tsuna had been on the receiving end of Kyoya's tonfa often enough that he would likely be sympathetic to your plight.

"Okay." Your entire body slumped over the railing as you surrendered. Undoubtedly you would regret your choice the next day, but for now, you only felt relieved.

Fran hardly reacted. "Let's get going."

"Hey! I still need to change!"

He looked over his shoulder just far enough to allow you to hear his response: "You can if you want. I'm not hanging around here long enough to get dragged back to that sad excuse for a party."

Fran did not stop. If you really wanted to join him, you needed to move fast. Your body seemed to move of its own accord upon seeing this. Down you swung from the balcony to land neatly on your feet in the shadowed grass. Although the dark stains on your gown still showed through, at least in the darkness of dusk they were more difficult to see. And while you paused to check this, Fran moved ever on ahead. You rushed after him and, in a fit of bravery, grabbed his hand.

He looked at where your fingers interlaced, but said nothing.

This made you feel braver still. You squeezed his palm and asked, "Where are we going?"

He shrugged. "There's not much to do around here anyway."

You opened your mouth to protest this impugning of Namimori's honor when a flash of light and movement in the corner of your eye brought you up short. Of course, your luck would lead you right by one of the ballroom's enormous windows. Standing there and looking straight at you were Tsuna and Kyoko. Your blood ran cold. What would they think of you sneaking off with Fran of all people? The Vongola Family's alliance with the Varia was tenuous at best to begin with! If you did something to break the fragile peace with Xanxus, you shuddered to think what sort of training you'd endure at Reborn's hands in retaliation.

Tsuna smiled, the expression so fleeting you thought you imagined it as he turned to walk away. Kyoko made sure to catch your eye, then she winked and held a single finger up to her lips before she followed her fiancé into the waiting crowd.

You couldn't help gaping after them. It couldn't really be that easy, could it?

A tug on your arm drew you back to your immediate surroundings. You couldn't tell by his face if Fran had spotted the happy couple giving you their blessing. He probably wouldn't care if they had. But when he saw you looking at him again, he said:

"Come on. Show me what's so great about this town. We can deal with your brother and my master some other time."

And all at once, your fear melted away. Who was scared of overbearing brothers, manipulative instructors, and Family feuds? Who could even be afraid of being spotted in public wearing a ruined gown and smeared makeup? With Fran by your side, you didn't fear anything at all. And when Kyoya arrived to scold you in the morning, you'd still have one magical night to remember of being your own person whether he liked it or not.

[nicosansama]

I need help finding a fic SOS

Listen…I’m losing my mind trying to find this fic. And it’s been years since I’ve read it so I don’t know what the title of it or know what website it is on (pretty sure it isn’t on Wattpad, Fanfiction.net, or AO3 though) but I can explain it.

It’s for Katekyo Hitman Reborn, it’s set in the future (10 years or so) where Tsuna and all his guardians have grown up and stuff. But the focus of the fic is on the MC (a reader-insert I’m pretty sure) becoming the head of the discipline committee of Namimori middle. From there things kind of spiral and the new discipline committee (that eventually become her guardians) go through wacky adventures.

I remember her not having a sky flame but a cloud flame instead and there was a love triangle between MC, Fran, and an OC. It was a completed fic which was amazing because it was so long I thought for sure it would have an abrupt cut off and leave me hanging. Also the MC had a family, I remember she had two younger twin brothers and a father that runs a bakery.

I also recall this author might have written another fic that was also Katekyo Hitman based but more supernatural elements to it. It was a bit more tension and horror compared to the one (also pretty sure “ghost”-Mukuro was the love interest even if he wasn’t actually a ghost) I’m looking for but maybe that information will help??

That’s all I have for now, if you know what fic I’m talking about a link or just the title would be very appreciative and I would be eternally grateful!Because I’m praying that this hasn’t been deleted or wiped from existence…

[in-the-name-of-the-holy-reborn]

Aaaaaaaahh the nsfw mukuro scenario is just vodnfnkdfkrkf is it alright to ask for part 2 of it? 🥺🥺🥺🥺 Thank you for being so awesome!!

Oh my. I’m sorry, it’s not good at all that’s probably not what you wanted, I tried, I really tried but it seems that I suck totally with smut and I can’t write a dirty scene properly. T.T

Part 1

Your mind wasn’t clear enough to work correctly, but you should have known that defying Mukuro on this battleground was a terrible mistake, that need of attention, of physical touch was unbearable when you decided to start the fire, but what you were undergoing right now was way worse.

Tsuna’s voice seemed to become only an echo buzzing in your ears as your eyes focused with a daring stare your lover’s shitty smirk. His hand was still playing with the hem of his shirt, caressing pale skin of his chest, while his other fingers were doing insupportable up and down on his thigh.

The friction of the fabric against your bare chest to each of your inspirations was already an overstimulation, but as you felt that insatiable latent desire build slowly in the lowest region of your belly, it was already way stronger than it should have been. With the lack of sex this past few weeks, the least of his movements was starting a fire too vivid to handle.

He had asked you to not take any pleasure in his absence, and as the perfect little girl you were, you obeyed, touching yourself during the loneliest nights, excelling in the art of edging, so you could be ready for him as soon as he returned… but he didn’t do anything to ease you.

You thought what Mukuro was doing to you was a real torture, but you weren’t ready for what was going to ensue. Your mouth was dry, your breath jerky and the only stimulation you could have at the moment wasn't enough to satisfy you in the slightlest.

You blinked, one, two, three time, shook your head and had a drink, trying to answer to your guest, the polite smile becoming harder and harder to keep.

Your eyes landed once again on Mukuro, and you didn’t know if he was playing with your mind or if your need of him was too much that you began to have some hallucinations. You bet that for a split second you saw him in his full glory, sitting on the sofa totally naked and ready for you, you felt like you couldn’t push away the salacious thoughts invading your head anymore.

The weight of his hands forcefully pressed against your skin until bruised, the tickling of his ponytail on your rump when you bend in front of him, the salty taste he leaves on your tongue when he asks you to not soil and waste and the memory of his lenght burried deep inside of you as he manages to roam your most sensible spots.

You choked on your glass and got up, spilling the remaining on your legs, the cool sensation a brief relief only to realize you couldn’t distinguish the beverage from your own fluid slowly dripping under your dress.

You excused yourself, any pretexts to get you out of this room, away from an innocent and concerned Tsuna, away from that Devil Lover who still had that goddamn smile on his face.

But before you got the chance to leave, his voice rang in your head like a jingle, making you sigh with half-relief/half-anticipation and you were almost sure you felt his breath against your neck.

«I’ll be there soon and I can assure you we are not done yet, you’ll pay for this affront, and I’ll make you beg for you release.»

[mocha-moments]

"Is that my shirt?" "You mean our shirt?"

Vongola | SFW | No content Warnings

Tsuna – Quickly gives up on the idea of getting his t shirt back from you. Was it because he didn’t want to fight? Or you looked cute in it? A bit from column A, a bit from column B, mostly column A. He was sure he could get another one later… this was the third shirt this month..

Gokudera – Wont let his clothes go without a fight; he’s a very stylish dude. Ultimately this will be a battle of strength and negotiation. You can’t have that shirt, but what about this one that hasn’t been worn in six months? No? We’ll need to reconvene and renegotiate.

Yamamoto – The moment a shirt goes missing he assumes you have it. Honestly, he doesn’t even remember owing that shirt, but if it makes you happy you can take as many as you want. You’d absolutely would be able to cycle through his whole T shirt drawer without him even realizing they belong to him. On you they look good! They look different!

Ryohei – Understands the thought, but he works out a ton! Some of those have got to be pretty old gym clothes.. He’d rather get you clothes of your own, but if you really insist…

Hibari – Is not having it at all. All of his shirts are the same, but none will be relinquished. It’s not because he cares, but it’s the principle of it. If he lets you take one shirt, then you’ll get too comfortable and start to encroach more and more into his space. It’ll take some more time.

Mukuro – Enjoys seeing you in his shirts so he doesn’t mind at all. Having you in his clothes shows a stake of claim on you. Not in a toxic way, but it shows that you claim him and he claims you.

Chrome – Is starting to figure out that this is a ploy to be able to spoil her with new clothes. There’s just no way you’re taking all of her shirts that are too old or dingy and using the excuse “Oh well, I’ll get you more.” Just because you “mixed up your wardrobes”. Something isn’t adding up.

[fun-k-board]

Mukuro x male!reader oneshot

Mukuro X Male reader

AU: Non-despair

Warnings: I guess swearing but besides that none

Summary: Junko drags Mukuro and Reader to a laser tag place for a date, I've never played laser tag before so sorry if this is innacurate, plus I've never been on a date and emotions are hard. I can always edit it anyway

Mukuro wasn't exactly somebody who had fun, she was more interested in getting work done and protecting those she cared about. Which was mainly Junko, her sister. Makoto, a classmate who treated her with kindness. And then (F/N), somebody who she met through Makoto and his sister when he took her to an event.

(F/N) was just a regular guy. No major talents, sure. But he still had some hobbies and even trained with her sometimes. He wasn't that good, but it was something they both seemed to enjoy. Mukuro mainly enjoyed it because it was a talent that she got to show off and practice, and (F/N) because he was just happy when spending time with her.

Mukuro was never sure why, but she always felt fluttery and almost found it hard to speak when she was with him, he was calming yet a rush of sudden feelings always came with him. It was strange, something she wasn't used to.

Junko teased Mukuro relentlessly and made fun of her when Mukuro told her about what she was feeling, even more so when she realised that Junko was planning on setting them up by spending the day at laser tag together. Before Mukuro could even object Junko was already halfway to (F/N)'s school.

He felt a sudden and sharp jab on his shoulder, wincing he turned around, facing Junko who was smiling deviously.

"Oh! Junko? Why are you here?" He questioned, the girl in question laughed, smirking as she looked behind her for a moment.

"A certain sister of mine is too shy to ask you out on a date." Junko turned to face (F/N) letting her voice grow to her louder and more obnoxious sounding tone, she spoke again "So, I wanna invite you to like a laser tag place thing. Mukuro and a few other classmates of ours are gonna be there."

"Uh, sure, but what did you mean by da-" He asked, Junko waved him off and began walking away.

"That's so great! I'll tell her, it's basically right after school so we'll pick you up and shit, see ya there!"

The rest of the day the only thing (F/N) could think about was the laser tag event and what Junko said about a date. If Mukuro did really like him and wanted to ask him on a date, then this would be the perfect time to tell her how he really felt when playing! That was if this was true, Junko was known to play pranks but he doubted this was the case.

After school, (F/N) could immediately guess which car was Junko's and Mukuro's without seeing the twins, a sleek black limo was parked outside the school. Students around him looked in awe at it, most people weren't too rich around here. Walking slowly towards it, Junko popped out and waved him over.

"Get your ass in here!" She yelled, (F/N) sped up his walking and Junko crawled back in when he got close to the car, she sat next to the door. His eyes locked on Mukuro the second he saw her, opposite Junko, he climbed in the back next to her.

"Where's everybody else?" (F/N) asked, confused as the only other people besides Junko and Mukuro in the car was the driver and himself. Sure most of them could have their own rides, but knowing Junko she wouldn't be caught dead letting anyone she was with show up in anything less than a sleek high class vehicle.

"What do you mean?" Mukuro questioned, looking suspiciously at Junko who was grinning at the two, looking down she began picking her nails and feigning innocence.

"Junko said that your other classmates would-" the girl in question laughed awkwardly and shook her head, looking out the window for a second before the laughter died down and she turned back.

"Poor guy! Delusional in my totally awesome presence." Junko uncrossed her legs when the car stopped, motioning for the two to get out after she opened the door next to her.

"Aren't you coming?" Mukuro asked, her voice low while glaring at her twin. Junko rolled her eyes and got out with her, closing the door and practically dragging the duo towards the building. They got geared up and were out in an arena with another team of three.

"So, given our position and current weapons, I believe the best and most effective cause of action that would garuntee success is-" Mukuro sat down, ready to tell us her plan which she took very seriously when Junko suddenly stood up.

"LETS FREAKING DO THISSS" She yelled, running and randomly firing her fake gun wildy in all directions, surprisingly, she wasn't caught and proved to be a great distraction for Mukuro and (F/N).

"Right, you remember when I taught you how to fire a gun?" Mukuro sighed, picking up her gun and squinting at her surroundings. Searching for any signs of danger.

"Let me guess, this is nothing like that?" (F/N) deadpanned, Mukuro nodded with a small blush on her face, just now understanding how close she was to him.

"Exactly, it's a lot easier but less deadly. Very ineffective." Mukuro mumbled, looking at her gun in annoyance but also relief.

"I don't think it's meant to hurt people, you know you can relax and have fun sometimes." She furrowed her brows at (F/N)'s comment, he just shrugged. "If you aren't enjoying it we can just leave, maybe some sparring will be fun." Mukuro's eyes widened.

"No it's fine, it's always enjoyable when I'm with you-" She went pink for a second then continued. "But, I don't know how to... Have fun? I can feel it but I can't... I don't know." The gun was discarded as Mukuro put her hands over her head, embarrassed and filled with a fuzzy feeling that was common with (F/N), but was far stronger in this occasion.

"Mukuro, do... Uhm, do you love me?" He whispered, staring into her eyes with a newfound shyness, (F/N) stuttered for a second before adding "Junko just told me you wanted to invite me for a date! She could've been lying and might just meant in a friend way but I just wanted to ask because it would be awkward if you did and nobody done anything because I do as well you're really awesome and stuff plus way out of my league and-" Mukuro put a finger over his lips, feeling her own slightly twitch up into a half smile.

"I don't understand emotions well, but with you, I believe what I am feeling is love. And, even if I'm wrong, I would still like to be your... Girlfriend." She muttered, leaning in closer as she lowered her finger, (F/N)'s face felt hotter even if it didn't show, he leaned in as well. Jumping as the helmet prevented them from kissing. He felt a laugh bubble in his throat, covering his mouth while Mukuro looked down awkwardly.

Suddenly, they felt two fake shots at their backs.

[osechiryori]

Can I request general romantic headcanons for Mukuro Ikusaba?

Yes ofcourse!!I am very sorry if my english is bad and a bit confusing,it's not really my first language<3Hope you understand tho

Also,Im not sure if you wanted female or male reader,so I just made it gender neutral.

I also kind of made it a bit bittersweet a few times..?:'DD

SWEET AND SOUR

Mukuro Ikusaba x GN!Reader

Classification:General romantic headcannons

WARNING:None tbh

•Mukurou Ikusaba,how could you describe her?

•You do not udnerstand your relatiomship with her,its as if you jsut know eachother.

•It was like that for a while until she suddenly made a lot of appearances in your life.

•Which was the reason you started to have daily conversations with her whenever you'd see her and when you both have the time.

•She always seems so cautious and wary,it took you a while to break down her inner defensive walls.

•After getting to know her more,she was still a bit cold but not as cold as she were when you first met.

•Although whenever you'd see her,shes always with her sister.The ultimate fashionista,Junko Enoshima.

•You were curious about their background as family,as aisters.

•But seeing how Mukuro doesn't seem comforting discussing the topic,you didnt force her to.

•She was,in fact,quite thankful for that.It made her feel a way she couldnt describe.Maybe she was jsut use to her sisters harsh treatment.

•She forces the thought of her not being used to normal human decency as an excuse for actually cayching feelings for you.

•Mukuro wont admit it,of course.It would be a bit unproffesional of her.

•Whether your in a relationship with her or not,it seems like she treats you just as she always has.

•But to others,its very obvious she treats you a lot more differently.

•She adores your personality and morales,but not in a way she adores Junko.Not in a sisterly way of course.

•She brushes off the feeling of butterflies in her stomach whenever you'd get into close contact,like holding hands or hugging.

•All of those lovey dovey activities stays behind closed doors.

•Because as I've said before,it would be unproffesional and seen as a weak spot on her.

•...[Also because Junko would bully her for it.]

•Speaking of Junko,you both aren't close either.Mukuro keeps you two in a fair amount of distance.

•The only times youd get close to Junko is when she'd wake past you and almost shoved you to the side.

•You could swear Mukuro glanced at you with an apologetic look then looked at Junko with annoyance.

•So in conclusion,it takes a while to earn her trust and respect.

•but once you've managed to do so,you are granted immunity and special attention from the ultimate soldier.

[nightqueen1221]

could i request fem!reader x mukuro from danganronpa, where mukuro, tired of the reader taking so long in the morning to do her long hair, takes the reader to a barbershop and makes her get her hair shorn into a short flattop along with mukuro. the reader is very sad about losing her hair but likes pleasing mukuro and rubbing her and mukuro's stubbly heads. ty!

Muruko is one of my favorites, this may be a bit short but I did what I could.

- Junko takes FOREVER in the morning, so she was kinda used to that stuff. You would REALLY have to take forever to get her to be annoyed.

- "Hey, um we need to leave." Her soft voice would say and you just turn around and look at her like, "No, it's only hour 3."

- She doesn't want you to be upset that she gets annoyed by it.

- And she also knows that you told her many times before that she should tell people how she really feels about people.

- After gaining enough confidence, she asked you to get a matching haircut.

- She doesn't want you to be put though something if she doesn't go though it too.

- After showing you what she wanted to be done, it hurt her on the inside to see you sad about cutting your hair.

- Is really surprised that if it would make her happy that you would do it.

- Almosted cried over it

- She held your hand the whole time you got your hair cuts.

- She doesn't want you to be insecure about your hair now. She just SHOWERS you in complements.

- Is really happy someone aggred to what she wanted to do and someone did it for her sake.

- She still kinda feels guilty about it, she feels like she owes you something now that she can't do anything about.

- If Junk said anything bad about your hair, she is prepared to defend you

- Verably that is, even if she relized Junko is manipulative and abusive person she still thinks of her as a sister.

- Anyone that is not Junko learns their days are numbered.

(P.S You guys actually are on time, well would you look at that)

[incorrect-drxreader]

(Y/N): I know Krav Maga!

Mukuro: I know Shooting People In The Head.

[weird-addiction]

“You’re all Demons. I rule you all.”

Summary: The Archons are not the most powerful, nor is Celestia.

Pairing: Genshin Archons x Male!Reader

Warnings: Slight SAGAU creator themes, manipulative reader, unhealthy power dynamics, controlling reader, Furnia slander

The creator is not one to be looked down upon. Yet, over the thousands of years, everyone and even the archons have forgotten them. No shrines, offerings or worshippers have been founded.

Well, they should know that the creator does not take lightly to what they have done. They have eyes everywhere, and knows everything that is going on.

“Pathetic pathetic pathetic! Such a bore!”, they said. His voice ran through the ears of the archons and the heavens themselves. “I give them stories, backgrounds, and such titles to use for a better Teyvat. And yet, they are so boring to not even use them! Ugh! Execution would have been better!”

His insults came one after the other, and the gods heard them all. “This throne is not for them. It is mine and mine alone.” Every word was heard the archons, well, almost every word. The creator chose what they can and can’t hear.

“Perhaps I should pay them a visit.”

And that is how they came to Mondstadt. Home of freedom and wine, ‘ruled’ by the Barbatos. But when he stepped into the city, he could tell the god has been slacking off. No rules, no disciplines, and no official government. Just a military force that can be called a military force.

He went to the acting Grandmaster Jean, who was stunned to see such a being. “Tell me, where is Barbatos. I wish to speak with him.”

“Y-you mean Venti? He’s probably at the Angel’s Share.”

To the tavern he went and indeed the bard sat, almost drunk out of his mind as he round after round.

“Venti is it?” The stern voice came. The bard was quickly shocked to his core to the same voice. “Mind if we have a word?”

Outside behind the tavern, Venti was on his knees. Practically begging for forgiveness. “Please! I’m sorry! I promise to-”

“To what? I barely see any shrines of me. Why should they worship you when you have abandoned your responsibilities? Should I send you back to the hells with you?” His voice stood with no room for negotiations or retaliations.

“No! Please! I’ll do better!” The bard begged. Tears were threatening to spill.

“Don’t forget from where you came from. You can change forms, you can’t change your eyes.” With a snap of his fingers, Venti’s eyes begin to burn. Black surrounded his pupils as he shut them in agony.

“That’s better. Your true colors are better.”

Venti bowed his head as he could do nothing but except the truths. The truth of his own freedom has been revealed for all to see.

“I have others to see to. Perhaps I should take a round trip to see all of them. See you my dear Zephyr.”

His next stop was Liyue, what a great city built on the coast. He had heard that their god was dead.

“What a load of bullshit. Trying to escape responsibilities to? Too fucking bad.”

Up on a mountain is where he found the retired geo archon. Or rather, Morax.

“Nice view no? Now I know why you liked building mountains so much.” Zhongli turned around to see the unfamiliar, his face said it all.

“Who are you? How do you know my identity?”

“Aw. Little pup. Looks like your leash needs a tightening.” He made a gesture which was pulling an invisible chain, which made Zhongli fall towards him.

“You…it’s you. Why are you here?” The archon’s eyes widen to the realization.

“I’m disappointed in you. No shrines, no worship, nothing in my name. Do I need to send you back to the hells? I would be glad to do so. The others are always asking ‘Where’s Morax?’ ‘Oh I wish I can play with Morax again. Where is he?’ Do you remember?”

A wide smile took his face as he saw the other’s face drop. He did indeed remember.

Zhongli fell to his knees remembering the years of torment. In his youth, he didn’t listen. “Please. Don’t. I beg of you.”

He tched. “Oh Morax. Don’t beg. It’s not a good look on you. I suppose you are retired after all, but you do have quite the influence no? Why not put that to use? Remember the contract you signed with me?”

Of course he remembers. It was the first contract he ever made. But he was one who signed it. To this day, the contract was kept under lock and key. “Yes…” Was all he said.

“Good. You can hide your identity, but you can’t hide your chains.” A snap of his fingers, shackles appeared on the archon’s wrists and ankles. Heavy like lead they were. Binding him down to earth, to his contract.

“Reminds me of old days! What joy! Say hi to the adepti for me! I’m sure they missed me oh so much!”

He then disappeared and left Zhongli there with chains for all to see. Bound to unspoken of words.

Inazuma was a nation he kept hearing bad things about. What had the archon done to be hated so much? At least the borders were open now, seems that forever can’t be forever.

“Oh Ei. The eternity you wanted was the gluttony of control you wished you had right?”

Locked away in her palace, in the heart of the city, Ei sat with her eyes closed.

“Beezlebub. How nice it is to see you again? Did you miss me?”

Ei was startled and her hand went to her polearm, ready to attack where the voice came from. “How did you come in here? Who let you in?”

“After all these years, you are still the same. Eternity truly doesn’t change you does it? Your gluttony will never be satisfied will it? What would your sister say?” The words came flowing out one after the other, he did not even have to think as he spoke. He knew exactly what to say.

“You-!” Ei pounced forward, the tip of her weapon stopping at his throat. One wrong move and he would be harmed, but he knew she wouldn’t, her arm was shaking after all.

“You close your borders, take the people’s visions. Were you so afraid of change that you wanted an illusion control that you never had. Pathetic.” Ei begin to tremble as she heard such words, but there was nothing she can do. He was her superior after all, this would be a death sentence if she tried to fight him.

“No worshippers of me, no shrines, not even a fucking thank you to me for giving you these islands.” A laugh left his lips as he thought of it.

“You can hide away in your plain, but you can’t hide from the true reality outside your door.” A snap of his fingers, Makoto’s body dropped in front of her. Her eternity in the open for all to see.

A smirk overtook his features. “Remember, she’s in my hands. You are more than welcome to join her, but…I don’t think I will. Your eternity will be spent in the same gluttony of control, until you are swallowed whole.”

The archon fell to her knees, just like all the others. “Please. Wait..I’m sorry..”

“Aw. Don’t beg. You all look so pathetic while doing it. I made you all better than this. But here you all are, no backbone to be seen. Which, I can see why.” Makoto’s body disappeared as Ei was starting to shed tears.

Moving to crouch down to her level, his lips next to her ear. “Once you die, you will be in the same eternity you wanted. You will know what it is like to be forever unchanging.”

Getting back to the mainland across an entire ocean was not fun. Even when he was stepping through the air, it still took a long time. Next nation was Sumeru. Nahida was the one archon he liked, she always knew what was going on.

Not to mention, she was a victim herself. But the real reason was that she had kept the shrines the former archon had built in his name, and the people still worshipped him to this day.

“I have expected you.” Came the small voice, her back was turned as she showed no hostility or fear to the one that walked towards her.

“Buer.” However, his respect her Nahida only went so far. Her chains were just a bit less…drastic.

“Seems like your people have finally changed their minds. Still chained to the evermore knowledge I see.” He stated, a laugh was held back.

"It is something I have much time for. I do not mind if the chains are the ones that I like." Nahida responsed.

"Then I wish you good luck. You are only 500 years old after all, you have all the time in Teyvat for this." Waving over his shoulder as he left the sanctum which the younger archon stayed in.

The next nation is one he has known to hate, or rather, hate the heavenly principles for. For as long as he had seen, the dragons and vishaps were the natives that they had decided to usurp for power. And Fountaine was one of these, 500 years of a fake god and authority taking the throne. While the true ruler was cast aside.

He sat one foot into the Nation and he already hears the annoying voice of the 'archon', really wish she could really shut up already. "Oh! So you are here after all! Welcome! I, welcome you to my beautiful nation!"

He did not say anything, but rather he stared up at her and gave her a glare; even from that distance she could see it and knew he was not here for a friendly visit. "I will see you in your office Furina."

When he got there, he was greeted with someone else. The Hydro Dragon, the rightful ruler of these lands. "Neuvillette."

"Your Grace." He bowed, still addressing him the same way just all the those years ago. And most likely, the only one left that still does so. Furina then came into the office, a look of fear in her eyes.

"Furina, how...unpleasant to see you." Hearing the words, she looked more dejected than she already did.

"Please. If you're going to say it then just say it."

"Fine." He sat down on one of the fancy armchairs that sat around the room.

"Just because you are forced to play a role for 500 years does not mean you get sympathy from me, should have thought of that before your archon usurped him." Making a hand gesture towards Neuvillette.

"You're sad that you had to play a role you did not want against your will? You know what we call that? The real world. Wake the fuck up if you think the world owes you anything just because of that. Have you even taken a look around you at the people for this many years? Their lives are filled with doing things they don't want, and it's a different thing every time. You do one same thing and you think can get sympathy? Maybe from Neuvillette sure, but not me. And when you finally die and fade out from this world and nobody remembers you, you will appear in my halls begging for my attention. I will not spare a single thing for you." A stone cold expression sat on his features.

The room was tense, Furina was on the verge of tears. Neuvillette held a worried face as he wanted to comfort her, but from one hand gesture from his creator, he stayed his feet and did not move.

"An arch duke of hell? Please. You can barely get out of heaven. You want to fall into infernal blaze so bad that you need to fool a crime to get casted out? Pathetic." He spat.

He stood up and walked out the door, Neuvillette followed after him.

"What is it?" His tone was eager as he had somewhere else to be.

"Your Grace, please rethink of it. Lady Furina is in pain, after 500 years, she is bound to have some sort problems with it all." He pleaded.

"Aw~, bound to the chains of justice like she is. I did not create you this way."

"..." Neuvillette was at a lost for words.

"Fine. She can keep her role and not appear in my halls after her timely death, that's for her immortal side of things. But once she is one more mortal, she will still die, and I will know to give her a quick death." A smile took over, like he was saying this was the better action.

"W-what? How is that-"

"Unless you want her to die right now? I can make that happen."

"No, Your Grace."

"Good. She would make such a pretty corpse."

Silence took the space between the two of them, a sea of mist and fog was slowly putting distance between them.

"Everyone on this side of the world are demons. I rule you all."

[yourlocalcomfortcafe]

Mukuro with s/o that injures their leg?

Mukuro Ikusaba with an S/O that injures their leg

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Reader: GN! Type: SFW! Warnings: Injuries, Tying up A/N: From how long this has been in my inbox your injury is probably healed </3 I hope you enjoy though! --------------------——<3---—-------------------

When i tell you she will carry you EVERYWHERE -She refuses to let you walk because she is scared you will injure it more

She regularly re-applies the bandages, she has a lot of experience from being in the military <3

She would make sure you never do anything the doctor tells you not to do

If you did she would scold you

Never leaves your side for more than 15 minutes

When she is gone she would text you every 5 minutes and yes she will need clarification that you aren't walking

And yes she does need photographic evidence that you arent moving

And if she finds out you did move

Prepare to be cuffed to the bed so you wouldnt move

And also be prepared for her to be around you 24/7

She will refuse to leave you

Buttt she will take care of you <3

Even get you your favorite food, "Dont move too much puppy,"

<3

[strawwritesfic]

Mukuro Rokudo x Kokuyo Gang!Reader: Mall

Summary: If and when dreams do come true, it’s when you least expect them.

Rating/Warnings/Tags: All (Post-Inheritance Ceremony Arc; established Mukuro/Reader; Reader & Chrome; Mukuro & Chrome; Chikusa & Ken & Chrome; exposition; no honorifics)

Challenge:  “160 Collective Drabbles” challenge by BobaPop on Lunaescence Archives.

Tag List: @imaginesfire

Mall

Things finally calmed down a little after the Simon returned Chrome. Given how chaotic things around Kokuyo Land could get on a good day, you never thought you’d long for some excitement, but with Ken and Chikusa gone…Well, you never missed the water until the well ran dry. They’d spent a good hour holed up with Chrome when she’d come home. Then they ran off to Italy without a word of explanation thrown your way.

Speaking of Chrome, she seemed different post-kidnapping. You expected the boys to ignore you, not her. She was the only reason you stuck around the abandoned amusement park–her, and the tiny detail that your boyfriend lived inside her head. 

Generally you considered her to be a good friend at best and company at worst. In the days following her abduction, she was neither. All Chrome seemed to wan to do was sit at a broken window at the front of the building and watch the path outside. You thought she might be waiting for someone, but whenever you asked her who she was was waiting for, her cheeks turned pink before she darted into a back room until she could be reasonably sure you’d lost interest in the subject.

As glad as you were to have Chrome back, you wished the Vongola had taken better care to bring her back whole. Or maybe her behavior was just a reasonable response to whatever it was the Shimon family had done to her before her rescue. Either way, she was much less prone to chat than ever before, and two weeks without Ken and Chikusa to break the silence started to see you go a little insane.

The trip to the mall was taken in the utmost desperation. When you invited Chrome along, you did so only because you expected her to reject the proposal so that she could stay home and keep a watch out for whatever it was she was expecting. She’d certainly never gone along with you on such trips before. Maybe she only agreed that time because M.M. wasn’t around to harass her; maybe she agreed only as a favor to you. You decided not to press the issue. At least you had succeeded in getting her out of the building.

But her heart clearly wasn’t in it. The two of you wandered through the crowded stores, poking at clothing you couldn’t afford and trying to avoid getting stepped on by other customers. Chrome’s face flicked between two different emotions: a worried look at your face and a serious look at the people crowding around her. 

An hour of this was more than enough for you. Defeated, you led her to the food court where you purchased a meal for each of you and settled in to watch her pick at it.

“Chrome,” you said at last.

The girl gave a start, blinked, then slowly dragged her single purple eye up to look at you.

“What’s going on?”

You expected her to answer "nothing" once more, and you expected her reply to hurt. Two years of living together should have made you friends, but apparently Chrome didn’t see you as one. To your very great surprise, however, she opened her mouth a few times, placed her fork gently next to her food, and slid her hands into her lap. After a very long silence during which she stared at them, she looked up again.

“Would you still like me,” she whispered, “if I didn’t have Lord Mukuro?”

The answer, of course, was yes, but you couldn’t manage to spit that out. A chill washed over your skin so strongly that you felt frozen to your chair. “Chrome. Did you lose Mukuro?”

She bit her lip as tears gathered in her eye. “I–”

“She lost him,” said a deep voice at the same time its owner placed their hand on your shoulder, “but perhaps he will not be so difficult to find.”

You turned swiftly to tell the creep behind you to back off–only to find Mukuro himself standing right there, smirking down at you. The surprise sent you to your feet. You looked back at Chrome. She still sat the table. You looked at Mukuro. He still stood next to you. Back and forth went your head, back and forth, but both Chrome and Mukuro remained solidly present at the exact same time.

“Is this one of your illusions?” you demanded of Chrome, taking a step away from Mukuro and toward the table.

He answered for her, just as he had before, but not with words. Once he'd closed the distance between you and him, he grabbed your chin with a gloved hand, forced it upward, and kissed you so hard that you saw stars. By the time he’d finished and you could see again, his smirk had grown even bigger.

“Kufufu. Did that feel like an illusion?” he asked.

“Chrome’s pretty good, you know,” you said shakily. “It’s possible.”

“Really, now, [Name]. Better than me?”

“But if you’re here, and she’s here’s, then…then…”

“Why don’t you tell her, my cute Chrome?”

“Lord Mukuro...” Chrome swallowed and sat up a little straighter. “Lord Mukuro is free!”

“Free?” you echoed. “Free how? Are those bandaged prison keepers going to show up and cart us all off? 'Cause I am not going to jail for you.”

“[Name],” Mukuro purred, pressing a hand to his chest. “It wounds me that you don’t believe me capable of earning my freedom through completely legitimate methods.”

Instead of answering that–because it was true; you didn’t believe Mukuro capable of earning his freedom through legitimate methods at all–you glanced back at Chrome for confirmation.

She smiled for the first time in weeks. “Lord Mukuro helped the Vongola, and Vendice set him free!”

“Free?” you said a second time. “Is this why you were acting so weird?”

She nodded.

“Why didn’t you just tell me? I’ve been worried sick!”

“Lord Mukuro wanted it to be a surprise.”

He chuckled again. “Surprised?”

“Ass,” you replied, but you pressed your palm to his cheek as you did. 

He was there, not mist, but skin and bones. You had him back, and what was more, you got to keep Chrome around, too.

And that was how you wound up crying into your convict boyfriend’s shoulder, in the middle of a crowded mall food court, while he laughed at you and your mutual friend smiled on as though nothing made her happier than seeing the two of you together.

[speuradair]

Mukuro Ikusaba With An Autistic S/O

Mukuro, despite being the SHSL mercenary, is a pretty subdued person

She’s calm and composed, even in the most chaotic situations

This makes her an amazing friend and/or lover to an autistic person!!

She’s soothingly predictable

Mukuro also understands you a lot

She, herself, struggles with communication and social situations

And she understands not feeling like you connect with the people around you

She may not be autistic herself, but she relates to a lot of what you go through

Mukuro is extremely protective of you

It’s harder for you to deal with certain things that might be considered average, and people might try to take advantage of or mock you for being different

She prides herself in being strong, and she wants to do anything she can to help you bear your struggles

Whether it be pushing through her own discomfort to speak for you when you’re nonverbal, scolding people for being loud or inconsiderate, or cancelling plans last minute when you don’t feel up to it, she’s perfectly fine doing so as long as it’s for you

Also, she’s spent a lot of her life relying on her sister, so she enjoys being the one you rely on

It makes her feel needed

Mukuro may not understand your stimming, but she definitely doesn’t find anything wrong with it

Compare to the way she represses all of her emotions into a stoic front, she actually appreciates your ability to be more openly excited or upset

In a way, she wishes she could be more like you in that aspect

Mukuro is always prepared

She always has something for you to stim with whenever you ask

And on the rare occasion that she doesn’t have one, she’s more than happy to let you stim with her fingers if you’d like

Your stimming lets her keep in touch with your emotions, too

As a soldier she’s very aware of her surroundings, but she still appreciates those extra tips on how you’re feeling

It helps her through her own social inaptitude too

When you happy stim from something she said to you or the affection she gave you, she has no doubt that you liked what she did

When you begin to stim nervously, she knows for sure that you’re uncomfortable and need some help

Mukuro is very good at helping you through meltdowns and overloads

She’s the best at staying calm under any kind of stress, so she’s always able to be a steady person for you to cling to

She’s also awesome at getting the two of you out of busy overwhelming situations

Most of the time no one even notices you two leaving

Once you’re alone, she focuses just on calming you down

If you prefer to be hugged or held when you’re upset, she’ll definitely pull you against her tightly and let you listen to her steady heartbeat and breathing as she pets your hair

She actually prefers that, as she isn’t the best with words

If you don’t want to be you he’d though, she’ll still try to do everything she can to talk you down from your anxiety and meltdowns

She stumbles a bit over her words, but she wants to do her best for you

Mukuro may not talk all that much, but please please please infodump to her about your special interests

Your voice is her favorite thing in the world

She always feels so lucky to have you, especially when you clearly seem so comfortable around her

Overall, Mukuro is absolutely head over heels for you

She loves you more than anything, and she’d do anything to keep you happy and safe

Your autism doesn’t change a thing

[m-y-fandoms]

Junko Enoshima x reader -imagine/scenario - flustering her S/O on purpose

Request: Scenario: Junko somehow ends up buried in a snowbank with only her butt sticking out. She could very easily pull herself put, but her s/o is there. As such, she decides to take advantage of her position and fluster her s/o as much as she possibly can.

Gender Neutral reader - PG-13 lewd humorous themes but not NSFW.

I’m gonna do Danganronpa 3 anime version Junko/in Hope’s Peak before she went full murderous dictator and was more small-scale evil and plotting with Ryota’s animation. I hate Junko Enoshima with a blinding passion but anything for you, my dear nonnie ~ Admin Kokichi

- You and Junko were going to the slopes today.

- Well, everyone at Hope’s Peak affectionately nicknamed them “the slopes” but they were in reality just a few large, very steep hills out behind the academy.

- When it snowed there, it snowed hard, and not a single Hope’s Peak student would be seen missing a snow day out to the slopes. It was basically social suicide to not attend.

- Your girlfriend had of course dragged you out despite the freezing cold. She was The Junko Enoshima. If anyone who was anyone would be out in the snow that day, of course she had to be there.

- And she was of course wearing designer snow gear: the most expensive furry boots, tight layers of velour snow pants, the cutest rhinestoned earmuffs and animal-print gloves.

- You tried to warn her that her outfit wasn’t exactly practical for sledding, snowball fights, skiing or any other sporty snow activity, but she of course shut you up quickly.

- She loved the attention she got from being her plain old sexy, alluring self, and this outfit made her “ass look tight,” and her “curves look bomb AF!” as she’d assured you upon leaving the dorms that day.

- It was also a plus that every student who mattered would be there, so she could *ahem* recruit them to her cause. You knew Junko was always up to something with her sister Mukuro, but you never were fully let in on all of their secrets and plans. Junko had real trust and true intimacy problems you suspected, never taking dates and romance seriously, instead favoring immature innuendos and purely sexual teasing, and you could understand that to an extent.

- You thought maybe she was just hurt in the past and had issues with relationships, so decided to be patient with her. You never could’ve guess what she had in store for the world months later or what hid inside her dark heart.

~

- It had been less than 45 minutes out in the cold, and Junko was quickly becoming bored: whining, shivering and complaining.

- She was going to shake things up, make it interesting. You knew when she got that maischevious grin on her face that she was getting bored and ready to do the absolute most to entertain herself.

- And so, with her on a pastel pink, narrow and aerodynamic sled bedside you, and you on a much cheaper and crappier purple dinky sled, you began to race her down the slope at her command and insistence.

- You both began to pick up speed, her pigtails flying backwards in the wind. She was laughing maniacally, having cheated by getting a head start. That was just your Junko.

- Mukuro stood around the bottom of the hill with a scarf as a makeshift finish-line flag, waiting to announce Junko as the winner. But Junko had other plans.

- “AGH~! Ohhhh noooo...” Junko yelled out in a very forced and lackluster voice. Her sled had *flipped over* and sent her tumbling face-first into a huge bank of snow. It was a miniature mountain in its own right, about ten feet high.

- “J-Junko!” You tumbled off of your sled to assist your girlfriend. When you rushed to her side along with Mukuro, her pert... “tight” little ass was sticking straight up out of the pile of snow, in a very...compromising position. You put your hands on your hips disapprovingly, almost immediately realizing what was going on here. “...Junko,” you sighed with a warning tone.

- “Ahhh~ ohhh, S/O~ I’m stuck. I desperately need your help.” Junko’s voice was almost comically muffled against the powdery snow, but her tone was trying very hard to be seductive...and it was...kinda working.

- “I think you’re completely fine, Junko dear,” you chuckled, your cheeks heating up as she began to make her knees tremble and stuck her ass out further. Other students were beginning to stop and stare, and you were a bit flustered and jealous at the same time. “J-Junko stop!” You ran up to her, covering the curve of her ass with both hands. You were in such a rush to protect her decency from prying eyes that you didn’t realize you were grasping onto both cheeks firmly.

- “Oh ho ho~ Pupupupu~!!! I was so hoping no one would like, totally take advantage of me in my very vulnerable position. I really hope that’s S/O’s horny little grubby hands on my ass right now and not some random perv!” She wiggled around in your grasp, onlookers chuckling and enjoying the show.

- “Junko, why do you do this to me?!” You cried out, very turned on and very humiliated.

[in-the-name-of-the-holy-reborn]

Hellooooo! I hope you are well! Is it alright to ask for an NSFW scenario of Mukuro with his S/O who was acting innocent but was really teasing him? And then he makes sure to reciprocate? Thank you!! >

I’m all good, I hope you’re too, thanks for the request !

Mukuro Rokudo

It has been two days since Mukuro came back from God knows where from a mission of his own after two weeks away. Two days and not a single touch, barely a kiss and a sweet word, even if you understood that the man needeed some time, space and sleep it was starting to get a bit frustrating.

Desperate times call for desperate mesures, you put on your tighest dress, the cherry lips balm that plumps your mouth perfectly then checked yourself with a sigh before leaving, he will not resist, for sure. And, here you went, with a determined step, all the courage you could gather under your arm to meet your ungrateful lover.

He was sitting on the middle of a burgundy sofa, arms sprawled on the backrest a tired smile on his lips, Tsuna sitting in front of him pieces of papers extended on the low table.

He watched you entered the room, a brow arched ever so slightly, he didn’t aknowledged you, not a single word your way, so you decided to bypass him, taking the time to bend in front of his face as you greeted the unwanted guest, italian style of course, with two noisy kisses on the cheeks.

The bastard kept a satisfying smile on his porcelain face, but still no attention directed toward you, you didn’t notice but at that exact moment, flame of revenge started to consume his devilish eyes.

Serious talk was over and you sat down with the men for a coffee, walking around the couch several time to gave them a cup, grazing your lover's knees carefully with your thigh when you did so.  To his unpleasant surprise you took place next to the Boss, smiling brightly to him and laughing a bit louder than usual at his stories.

But Mukuro didn’t budge, even with the jealousy tickling his guts, nor even with the way you lick your lips at each sip, or how you put that piece of black chocolate on your tongue to swallow it with a soundly ‘hmm’ of pleasure and big not-so-innocent eyes on him every, single, time.

So, that was the game you wanted to play, hn? Brace yourself, because you’re definitely not ready for what was going to come.

The man passed slender long fingers on his collarbone, your favorite spot, his hand slowly drawing circles under the few buttons opened of his shirt, your gaze crossed his and it was only what he needed to unleash his powerful illusions on you.

It was hard to look away from those two colors hues as you began to feel his lingering touch on your skin each time his fingers brush against a part of his body, goosebump spreading from your nape to your toes.

It took all of your strenght to tear off your eyes from that devil roguish smirk, and it was even more difficult to focus on Tsuna’s words as you tried to keep a polite smile on your face while your body heat was increasing at the speed of light.

Mukuro on the other hand couldn’t be more pleased by the whole situation, sure, he was the one who was wrong in the first place by neglecting you, but your behaviour deserved to be punished and you should have known there was no war he agreed to lost without a fight.

As he put his hand on his thigh moving it painfully slowly toward his crotch, he noticed how your brow twitched along with the way you rubbed your knees together seeking by all means some more frictions, not giving a single care to the fact you had a guest.. at that moment, he knew he has already won.