#squalo x reader

That got the faintest twitch at the corner of his mouth.

He stood without warning, hauling you up with him, and you stumbled into his chest with a surprised laugh. The room went dead silent seeing this, as every Varia officer suddenly found something fascinating to stare at on the far wall.

He walked and you kept up only because his hand hadn't left your neck, steering you through the corridor, up the stairs, all the way to the heavy oak door of your shared quarters before he shouldered it open.

You grabbed his tie before he could deposit you and turn around and yanked him forward, although he barely moved as his eyes dropped to your face.

"Stay~" you giggled.

"I wasn't leaving." he lied.

"You were going to go back down there and brood in your chair for another three hours." You pulled the tie again, walking backward, drawing him in. "I know you."

He kicked the door shut behind him and the lock clicked.

"Yeah." His voice was low, stripped of its usual bite. He looked at you standing there flushed and stubborn in the low light. "You do."

His mouth found yours before you could say another word.

TYL!Superbia Squalo

"VOOOIII! How many of those have you had?!"

You held up four fingers. Then reconsidered, and held up five.

"Oh, for fucks--sit down before you fall down!" Squalo grabbed your elbow as you swayed on the barstool, silver hair swinging as he whipped around to glare at the bartender. "Who kept serving her?!"

The bartender, a civilian contractor who clearly had not signed up for Varia-adjacent terror, went pale and backed into the liquor shelf.

"Squalo." You tugged on his sleeve. Then tugged harder. "Squalooooo."

"WHAT."

"You look really pretty tonight~♥" you curled a lock of his hair around your finger.

That shut him up for approximately one and a half seconds before he looked away from you to hide any evidence of a blush. "You're drunk."

"Drunk and correct." You leaned your full weight against him, arms looping around his waist, face buried in his chest. He stiffened, not because he minded, you'd been married long enough to know that, but because half the Varia was watching with open glee.

"Get off me. We're in public."

"No."

"That wasn't a request!"

"Carry me upstairs and maybe I'll let go." you grinned.

"I'm not--you can't just... dammit, FINE." He ducked down, got an arm under your knees, and swept you up like your weight wasn't a factor. You shrieked with delight as he stormed toward the staircase, face burning red, bellowing at anyone who so much as glanced their direction.

"EYES FORWARD OR I'LL CUT THEM OUT OF YOUR SKULLS."

He kicked open the bedroom door and set you on the bed with more care than his expression suggested. You kept your arms locked around his neck.

"Let go."

"Come here."

"I just carried you here, woman, what more do you--"

You kissed him. Messily and off-center, tasting like cheap prosecco. He made a strangled noise against your mouth and braced one knee on the mattress, his free hand fisting in the sheets beside your hip.

When you pulled back, he was breathing hard. That pretty face his flushed all the way to his ears.

"Door's still open," you whispered.

He walked back a few steps and slammed it so hard the frame cracked.

"Happy?"

"Getting there." You pulled him down again and he went down willingly this time.

TYL!Belphegor

"Ushishishi."

That laugh had been following you for the last twenty minutes. You sat at the end of the banquet table with your chin in your hand, cheeks hot, fourth cocktail mostly gone, and made a point of not looking at him.

"The princess is sulking."

"The princess wants to leave." You pushed the glass away and finally turned. Belphegor leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, crown tilted, grin already in place.

"Bel, I'm tired. Take me upstairs." you offered your hand towards his.

"Hmm. Ask properly."

You narrowed your eyes. "I'm your wife, dipshit."

"And I'm a prince." He tilted his head, blond hair shifting. "Rank supersedes marriage. Those are the rules." he shrugged.

"Those are your rules."

"Ushishi. Exactly."

You stood up, wobbled, and caught yourself on the table. His grin didn't waver, but he was beside you in two strides. A knife appeared between his fingers out of nowhere, flipping idly as he offered you his other arm.

"The prince will escort you. Since you're clearly incapable of walking in a straight line."

"How romantic."

"Royalty doesn't do romance. Royalty does obligation." But his hand settled on the curve of your waist as you walked, thumb tracing a slow circle against your hip through the fabric. The corridor stretched long and dim and his boots clicked an easy rhythm beside yours.

He opened the bedroom door and you turned, grabbing the front of his shirt, pulling him across the threshold.

His grin stretched wider. "Oh?"

"Get in here."

"The princess is bold tonight." He let himself be pulled, one step, two, until the door clicked shut and his back was against it. You pressed all of your weight against his lean frame and his chin dipped. Even behind that curtain of hair, you could feel his gaze on you.

"Tell me what you want." His voice dropped, the laugh finally absent from it. "Be specific."

"You. Now. Consider it another one your obligations."

He reached behind him and locked the door.

"Ushishi. Granted."

TYL!Dino Cavallone

You were leaning sideways on the couch when Dino found you, and his reaction was as predictable as the sunrise.

"Oh. Oh no, honey, how much did you--here, don't lean like that, you'll fall off the--ack!" He tripped over the coffee table reaching for you.

The head of the Cavallone family, beloved by many, undone by furniture yet again. Romario, standing by the doorway, pinched the bridge of his nose and looked away.

"Dino~" You reached for him as he caught himself on the armrest. "Dino, I want to go to bed."

"Yeah, okay, that's probably a good idea." He straightened up and pushed his hair back, that apologetic smile already forming. "Can you stand? Here, take my arm."

You took his arm. You also took the opportunity to lean your entire body into him, cheek against his shoulder, arms wrapping around his.

"Sorry," you mumbled into his jacket.

"For what? You're allowed to have fun." He pressed a kiss to the top of your head as he guided you toward the hallway. His stride slowed to match yours, patient with every uneven step as he looked back. "Romario, we're done for the night."

"Of course, Boss."

The walk upstairs took twice as long as it should have. You kept stopping to nuzzle into his neck, and he kept laughing though flustered, gently steering you forward.

He got the door open with one hand and walked you to the edge of the bed. "Okay, let me get you some water and--"

You grabbed his jacket and pulled causing him to stumble forward with a surprised yelp as he catched himself over you, one hand on the mattress, the other on your hip.

"Stay."

"I was just going to get you--

"Dino." You looked up at him, flushed, stubborn, still holding his collar. "I don't want water, I want you."

His ears went red and his smile became less composed. He exhaled, long and slow, and let his forehead rest against yours.

"You should really have some water..."

"I will, after we're done."

He sighed. "I suppose that's as close to a compromise as I can hope for."

TYL!Byakuran

He had been watching you all night as you finished your sixth marshmallow cocktail, which was his fault as he had them made specially, and the room was doing a gentle spin.

"Bya... kuran." you slurred.

"Hm?" He appeared beside you with half-eaten bag of marshmallows in his hand.

It was midnight at a Millefiore gala and the man was snacking on sugar.

"I'm calling it."

"Already? But the party is so fun." He popped another marshmallow into his mouth, chewing thoughtfully. "You haven't even tried the cake yet."

"If I try the cake, I will fall over."

"I'd catch you."

"Yeah, after my face falls into it... And after laughing on top of that." you murmured, smacking his shoulder lightly.

His smile widened a fraction. "Maybe. Maybe not. You'll never know unless you do it." He offered you a marshmallow and pouted when you pushed his hand away.

"Take me to our room. Please."

"Since you asked so nicely." He set down the bag, licked sugar off his thumb, and offered you his arm.

The hallways of the estate were empty. Your heels clicked unevenly and he matched your pace without comment, humming something tuneless as you leaned into him.

He opened the bedroom door and you stepped through, turned, grabbed the front of his shirt with both fists, and hauled him inside.

His eyebrows lifted. The smile stayed, but something behind it sharpened. "Oh my~"

"Shut the door."

"It's already shut. Didn't you notice?" He looked down at your hands on his shirt, then at your face. "You're flushed."

"I'm tipsy."

"You're also pretty."

That stalled you for a second. He used it and stepped forward, closing the gap until your back met the edge of the dresser.

"What do you want?" he asked, and for once the playfulness thinned out, leaving just the question and his eyes on you.

"You. Without the audience."

"Done." He kissed the corner of your mouth first, almost delicate, then caught your lips fully, and the taste of marshmallow dissolved into something much better.

TYL!Gamma

You glared at your empty glass for past ten minutes but Gamma had only noticed four minutes ago from across the room. You knew because he lit a fresh cigarette, which was what he did when he was deciding whether to intervene.

Intervention arrived in the form of a hand on your shoulder and a flat voice above your head.

"Okay, time to go."

"I'm fine." you insisted, swatting his hand off.

"You've been staring at that glass like it insulted you. You're done." He took it from your hand and set it on the bar without looking. "Up."

"You're so bossy."

"You married bossy. Let's move."

You stood, and the floor tilted. His arm came around your waist instantly, pulling you against his side. He didn't make a production of it, he just adjusted his grip and started walking.

The cigarette stayed between his lips as he navigated you through the thinning crowd. Stairs. Hallway. Door. He fished the key out with one hand, the other still anchored on you, and shouldered it open.

"Bed. Water on the nightstand. I'll be back after I finish--"

You grabbed his sleeve and he stopped. The cigarette bobbed.

"Come inside." you asked.

"I need to check the perimeter for--"

"Gamma." You pulled harder, stepping backward into the room. "The perimeter can wait."

He looked at you. Looked at the steel grip you had on him, took the cigarette from his mouth, crushed it in the hallway ashtray without breaking eye contact, and stepped inside.

The door closed and locked as he stood there, back straight, watching you closely.

"You planned this." he realized.

"I had four drinks and an impulse. That's not a plan."

The ghost of a smile appeared and vanished as he crossed the room and caught your jaw in one hand, tilting your face up.

"Impulse, huh." His voice was low and close. "Lucky me."

Reborn (Adult Form)

You switched from wine to whiskey an hour ago and that had been a tactical error on your part. The jazz club was winding down, smoke curling under low amber lights, and you were propped against the bar with your lower lip pushed out.

"That face isn't going to work on me."

You pushed it out further.

Reborn stood beside you in a black suit, espresso in hand even though it was midnight and regarded you with the calm appraisal of a man who had never once been outmaneuvered by anyone, least of all his own wife.

"I want to leave." you requested.

"Then leave."

"With you, Reborn."

"Ah." He took a sip. "You could have led with that."

"I could have--But I'm four whiskeys in which have compromised my communication skills"

He set the cup down and adjusted his fedora as his eyes traveled from your flushed face to the way your dress curved over your hips.

"Compromised," he repeated. "That's one word for it."

"Are you going to help me or just stand there being handsome and unhelpful?"

"I can do both." But he offered his arm, and when you took it, he pulled you close, hand resting on the full curve of your waist. He walked you out without a word to anyone.

The hotel corridor was quiet. He unlocked the door, held it open, and you grabbed the lapel of his suit jacket and yanked him through.

One eyebrow rose. The fedora tilted.

"Bold."

"You like bold."

"I like competent. Bold is a bonus." He pushed you against the now-closed door and leaned down with his mouth hovering just above yours, close enough that you could smell espresso and gunpowder.

"Hm, you're still pouting," he murmured.

"Fix that then."

The corner of his mouth curved. "Yes, ma'am."

Fon (Adult Form)

The tea house had been converted for the reception with paper lanterns strung between wooden beams and low tables crowded with guests.

You miscounted your cups of sake, which easy to do when they were so small and kept getting refilled, and now you sat with both hands around an empty cup, cheeks burning, quietly refusing to admit you overdid it.

Fon knelt beside you with a soft smile.

"You're rather flushed."

"It's the lanterns. They're very... warm-colored."

"The lanterns." He smiled fondly, not wanting to tease you intentionally. "Of course."

You turned the cup over in your hands. "I think... I'd like to go to bed, if that's okay."

"Of course, let us go then." He rose and offered both hands to help you stand.

You took them and he drew you upward, absorbing your unsteadiness like a current as you wobbled.

"Lean on me if you'd like."

"I... don't want to be an inconvenience." you hesitated.

"You are my wife." He said it as though that answered every possible objection. His arm came around your back and you pressed into him, your head finding the curve of his shoulder.

He guided you through the corridor with unhurried steps. The night air came through the open screens, cool against your skin as his thumb traced a slow line along your shoulder as you walked, rhythmic as breathing.

The bedroom door slid open under his hand and stepped aside to let you through. You took his hand and softly pulled him in with you.

He followed your lead without any resistance and slid the door shut behind him with his free hand while his other hand held yours tighter.

"You've been patient all evening," you said.

"I'm always patient."

"I know. But I'm not." You squeezed your hand lightly in his hold. "Please stay with me."

He studied your face for a long, quiet moment. Then he raised one hand and brushed the hair from your temple, fingertips trailing down to your jaw, tilting your chin up.

"I believe you may have missed it when I implied..." he trailed for a moment. "That I was coming with you, not simply dropping you off."

Colonnello (Adult Form)

The military fundraiser had free beer. That was their mistake. Your mistake was trying to keep pace with a man who spent years drinking with soldiers, which meant by your sixth bottle you were gone and he was merely cheerful.

"Kora! You look like you're about to slide off that chair."

"I am fine."

"Says the one who put the wrong name on the raffle ticket twenty minutes ago."

"...That was a stylistic choice, in case anyone else had the same name."

Colonnello laughed as he leaned back in his chair. His dress shirt was rolled to the elbows, with his blond hair pushed off his face, looking like the kind of man recruitment posters wished they could manufacture.

You set your bottle down with both hands and looked at him dead on. "Take me home Nello."

"We're staying upstairs. Hotel, remember?"

"Then take me upstairs." you corrected.

"Can you walk?"

"Colonnello."

"It's a real question, kora! Last time you said you could walk after drinking and you zigzagged into a coat rack and almost took out a waiter."

"That coat rack was in a stupid location."

He grinned, stood, and crouched with his back to you. "Hop on."

"You're not serious."

"Yep.--Hop on."

You climbed onto his back because you knew there was no point arguing at this point.

His hands hooked under your thighs and stood with ease as you locked your arms around his neck, and he carried you through the lobby at a stride that suggested he could do this up a mountain in full gear.

Which he had done to prove a point, hence your lack of arguing this time around.

"You good up there?"

"You smell like beer."

"So do you, kora. We match!"

He took the stairs even though the elevator was right there definitely to show off to you and shouldered open the hotel room door once the two of you reached it.

He bent to let you slide off onto the bed but you didn't release your arms.

"Kora, you gotta let go so I can--"

"Nope." You pulled, hard, and he toppled back onto the mattress with you. He let out a surprised bark of laughter, catching himself and rolling over to be above you and your legs hooked around his waist.

"Oh," he said, grin shifting into something more focused. "That's how it is."

"That's how it is." you repeated.

"Good. I was hoping you'd say that, kora."

He kissed you as though this was another point he intended to prove, and honestly, you were happy to let him.

Skull (Adult Form)

"Nobody at this table has said a single nice thing to me all night. Not one!" This complaint had been broadcasted approximately nine times in two hours.

The other guests, a scattered collection of underground figures who stopped registering his existence around complaint three, carried on without blinking.

You rubbed your temples. Six cocktails. You had six cocktails because listening to your husband campaign for acknowledgment required chemical reinforcement.

"Skull."

"I pulled off a triple backflip on a motorcycle last week. Triple! Do you know how many people can do that!? Me, I can! And did anyone here even--"

"Skull."

He turned, eyeliner smudged from an earlier dramatic episode you mercifully missed during a bathroom break, and his face toggled from grievance to full undivided attention in half a second.

"What's wrong? Are you okay? You look flushed. Are you sick? Do you need air? Should I get--"

"I want to go to our room. Now, before I dissolve into this chair."

Everything about him changed in that moment. His shoulders set back with his chin lifted. It was the posture he pulled out whenever he was handed a mission he could actually complete without getting drop-kicked across the venue by a former colleague.

"Done! I've got this, come on." He rounded the table and offered his hand with a flourish that was absurd yet completely sincere. You grabbed it, pulled yourself up, and leaned against him.

He stumbled a half-step but caught you properly on the second try.

"I've got you. Okay? Right here. Not going anywhere."

He steered you through the crowd with his arm locked around your waist, shooting looks at anyone who glanced your direction, expressions he clearly believed were threatening. They were not.

After a side quest of going to the wrong floor, and going down the wrong hallway, he finally got the two of you to your hotel room. He fumbled with the keycard twice before the green light clicked, and by then you were already fisting the collar of his jacket.

"Wait at least let me get the--"

"Inside. Now." You hauled him through the doorway and he yelped, tripping over the threshold, catching himself against you as the door swung shut behind him.

"You--right now? You actually want--"

"We are literally married Skull."

His face went red from the piercings down. All that restless bravado condensed into something more controlled.

"Y-Yeah." His voice cracked once. He steadied it. "Yeah. We are."

Then he kissed you like he still couldn't believe his luck, and you kissed him back until he believed it.

✧ Dino Cavallone

He’s a sweetheart through and through pleaseeee he is very well-mannered, would never engage in any kind of degradation, only has the sweetest praises, and has an interesting.. thing about cum.

“Nngh.. haahh.. baby please, you’re gonna make me cum if you don’t stop-fuck!” His chest heaves, breathing ragged as he tenses, throwing his head back and squeezing his eyes shut as his orgasm crashes over him. He’s left panting, legs feeling wobbly, and seeing stars in the edges of his vision as he cups your face and leans in for the sweetest kiss.

୨୧ ⁺˳₊

“Tell me how much you want it.. how much you want my cum.. how you want me to put a baby in you, pleasepleaseplease yesyesyes,” he picks up the pace slightly as he chases that high, firmly rutting them into you, deep and unrelenting, as if he was actually trying to achieve what he was babbling about. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, letting out a breathy whine as he scrambles to unwrap your legs from around his waist. His hips stutter as he moves to hook his arms under your legs and push your knees down into a mating press. He wants nothing more in that moment than to ensure that he spills himself as deep in you as he can, because he likes to keep his promises, of course.

✧ Hibari Kyoya

I am biased b/c my favourite take on Hibari (next to acearo Hibari) is the one who’s secretly a service top in disguise. One who shows tough love, but has mellowed out with age and is fairly domestic (though still quite icy) at the end of the day. Taking his affinity for the small, often overlooked, but resourceful creatures, and extending that to what he likes in his partners. Something about being called, “little one”, by him... drools.

He often takes on quite the authoritative tone, and it’s literally the sexiest thing I’m sosorry y’all. Hibari is initially not as talkative, fairly quiet during sex, aside from giving instructions, and some small comments and mostly matter-of-fact statements. He can and will be convinced to include more praise and/or degradation in the bedroom, though it confuses him at first. He doesn’t understand why his partner would want him to purposefully shit talk them, and he was sure that he praises them enough, straightforwardly, when appropriate. It finally clicks when he sees how they absolutely melt for a simple “good pet,” or how they tense and squirm for him when he calls them a “pathetic hole, so desperate to be filled.”

“Patience, dove..” He mumbles, barely above a whisper, as he finishes tying off the last of the restraints. You’re already leaking and dripping down your thighs for him in the build up, the anticipation swimming laps in the pit of your stomach. The way he speaks as if nothing’s happened just makes you ache more.

୨୧ ⁺˳₊

“Do you want it? Hmmpf. Tell me what you want. Use your words,” is closest he will get to cooing at you, when he’s firmly demanding that you explicitly describe just how you want him, encouraging the most obscene words to spill from your trembling lips. A calloused hand grabs you by the jaw, turning your head to face him and look him in the eyes, and you feel your face burning in embarrassment.

✧ Superbia Squalo

Cocky bastard. Has no shame. Ego through the roof. You know this guy talks.

“D’ya like that? Yeah? Yeah, I can tell- fuck, the way you squeeze around me when I do this.. you gonna cum? Gonna make a mess, huh?” He exhales in such a way that it’s almost a chuckle, grinning ear to ear as he watches you squirm under him and reach your peak, not stopping what he’s doing until you’re twitching and tearing up, begging him to stop because you’re too sensitive to bear it anymore.

"Too much? You didn't think it'd be too much when you were rubbing me so desperately through my pants, huh? Open that smart mouth for me, darling." You hate that the only times he uses pet names is to mock you, and you hate that you're too holes-for-brains to do anything but obey when he gets sassy with you.

✧ Xanxus

Not much of a talker, and honestly is usually pretty rude. The only times he really says much is if you specifically ask him to talk dirty to you. If you don’t ask for it ahead of time, he’s very much a guy who speaks just to give instructions, and maybe warn you that he’s gonna bust.. and to prepare yourself for round two.. and three.. and f-

“Shut up, fuck.. lift your ass up.. ngh, finally making yourself useful,” he grumbles as he roughly fills you again, calloused hands gripping your waist roughly, sure to leave bruises tomorrow morning. “A bunny for breeding, is what you are..”

୨୧ ⁺˳₊

“Cum,” he instructs, short nails digging into the plush of your hips as he moves you, dragging you over his cock. “Right fuckin’ now, or else.” And you do. You shake in his hold and your walls spasm around him, because it feels so damn good, and because you know that if you don’t follow his command, he won’t give you another chance to reach your own high.

“Voi, I’m done with the shower.”

You crack an eye open to peer over to the direction of the voice from the hotel bed where you were flopped on and see Squalo exiting the bathroom, towel around his neck and skin still flushed from his evidently hot shower. You take a long inhale, acknowledging him, before burying your face into the pillow.

“Can’t be bothered. I’m too tired…” you murmur, eyelids already half closing.

Squalo scoffs and you hear his heavy footsteps pad towards you before he pulls you up by your arm but you try your hardest to resist him.

“Voi, don’t be fucking nasty!” Squalo insists. “Just get up and wash already, you’re fucking filthy”

“You’re so loud!” You complain as you thrash against him, desperately clinging onto any semblance of sleep you had. You clutch a section of his hair and tug - a last ditch effort to make him stop bothering you. Though if you were fully awake, you would have realised that such an action would naturally produce the opposite reaction out of Squalo.

“OW-! WHAT THE FUCK!!”

As he squawked even louder than he already was, you didn’t bother releasing the long lock of hair in your hand. You idly played with it in your sleep deprived state, twirling it between our fingers as you tune out his screaming.

While it was still damp, Squalo’s hair felt silky and healthy; undoubtedly thanks to his rigorous maintenance of it. As you rub the stands between your fingers, you wonder how long it would take to do his routine; hell, you wonder how such a busy guy like Squalo even has time to do it.

What if he has someone to brush his hair for him while he does work? You shoot down that idea before you could fully form it; knowing Squalo he’d kill them if they snagged a knot or something. Then you start to think what would happen if you were the one to brush it.

“Can I brush your hair?” You ask him casually, interrupting his tirade. He looks at you incredulously, eyebrows almost reaching his hairline. He snatches his hair back from your grip and finally stands up straight over you.

“Have you not been fucking listening to me?!”

“No.” You state shortly and you can hear Squalo inhale, ready to continue his angry berating. “But can I though?”

“Why should I?”

“Well I’ve realised you’ve never let me do it before. C’mon, pleaaase?” You drawl out, finally sitting up. You look at him with a begging pout and you almost laugh at how disgusted he looks. “I promise I’ll be gentle.”

Squalo continues to eye you suspiciously despite your truly innocent intentions for once which makes you sigh, disheartened.

“What about this;” you begin to propose. “If I brush your hair - and I’ll be very gentle and quick about it - I’ll take a shower like you told me to”

He scoffs and tosses his hair over his shoulder. “You’re fucking disgusting to use your hygiene as a betting chip.”

“Yeah but only because-“

“For fuck’s sake- if I let you do this, will you shut up?”

With an elated gasp, you spring up immediately, nodding your head furiously. Squalo rolls his eyes at your sudden enthusiasm but throws a comb at you nevertheless. He turns away from you and perches himself at the edge of the bed, which he feels warping as you shuffle to meet him.

“If you pull my hair again, I’ll fucking kill you” Squalo warns over his shoulder.

You giggle; your hypothesis was right.

“Of course, Captain!”

• First of all, holy shit that’s impressive?

• Second of all, must be mentioned that Xanxus kinda….doesn't see women as friends? He looks at them sexually right away. Or so he thought

• Third of all, Squalo gotta be terrified

• Fourth of all (that's a lot of counting) Squalo situation is not having any drama as Xanxus' does, he is a pure comedy gold and so is his relationship with you. That's what no daddy issues does to you, but what do i know

• Not comedy as if a clown comedy, but a good harsh bri'ish comedy - insert Utopia reference. Squalo is more than confident in you since you obviously date for some time for him to move in with you and therefore reveal you to his boss.

• I'll tell you a secret btw, Xanxus probably guessed he has you because Squalo is a loser cuck and started to act differently.

• I think Xanxus doesn’t give a shit enough to just bust into Squalo’s apartment for any stupid reason as if it’s his own. So if you at least haven’t heard of him as your boyfriend’s boss, you’re going to meet him in person

• Xanxus coming up and breaking your door just to nap:

🧍

• Squalo never told Xanxus where he lives, that bitch just knows

• Never in his life Xanxus expected to see one day a shmoll girl there and not hear screaming at the top of one’s lungs. He still says Squalo is a fucking virgin loser femboy ugly ass haha lol lmao, he can’t be deprived of those shitty jokes…

• I mean it, Xanxus can get pissed seeing you too being lovey-dovey but I'll expand this drama later

• Xanxus is basically your adopted stray cat, deal with it

• Squalo won't say this out loud or says this very...covertly and probably insults you along the way, but anyways he really appreciate you dealing with all that bullshit. He does indeed value strong character - you don't need to wield a big sword or shoot a gun, but going through his path even though you can be confused or scared means much. He knows a lot of cowards who can shoot a gun, so...Squalo looks much deeper than that. Shark, ocean, DEEP, get it<<<<<<</////??????? I'll see myself out.

• He is lowkey terrified but...also chill? Unlike Xanxus, he doesn't overthink (at least not much). He of course draws a line at some things - at first Squalo was really mad at his boss staying...alone....with you....at you house (he is jealous) cause Xanxus is immoral bitch and would try to fuck you if he wants to.

• Also is you start gossiping or making fun of him with Xanxus, holy shit Squalo is quick to start raging. It's one thing to gossip and laughing at some bud, but doing so about your partner is a huge red flag for him. If you have any problems. come straight to Squalo he is an adult and prefers just discussing problems.

• Well, Xanxus also will certainly not respect you for trying to spill out your bullshit on him and talking shit about his captain. He has standards. (And not because he is a little uwu girl and actually deep DEEP like ocean bottom deep cares about Squalo)

• “The fuck happened here?”, Squalo is on edge, to say the least, seeing stains of blood around the apartment and you cleaning it with a clearly annoyed expression

“So your boss-“

“My boss?!”

“-got over again”

“AGAIN???”

• So, the situation: Squalo, as a person who values trust in relationship the most, is really pissed (sad….) you’re keeping the truth away from him, and you, thinking he’s aware his boss is chilling around since…..well, Superbia is his right hand, makes sense?

• You didn’t know about their burning hate for each other. Gotta be jealous, his love to you will never be as true, fiery and emotional as his undying HATE!!!! for Xanxus

• You screaming “get a fucking room, deepshits” when they start arguing again

• You probably got Xanxus with an insult. Obviously. Sorry, you’ve signed a pact, nothing in your life will be normal again, just like your boyfriend (he’s a little unstable. Just a little)

• Xanxus haven’t been around your house for long - leaving more work for Superbia and leaving right after, quickly patching a quick wound and stealing alcohol, of course

• You’ve been quieter than a mouse, thinking you shouldn’t be involved in Squalo’s business, but one day Xanxus was noticeably not feeling good, ready to pass out, so…you helped him obviously

• Xanxus being Xanxus didn’t thank you, got pissed because air was too warm for his liking or smth and was whining that actually you did a poor job tending his wound

• “Bitch, I will kill you in your sleep?” sent him away, he honestly found this hilarious (we’re talking about your audacity here)

• You got a chuckle out of him, whick you didn't think about much at first, but a Squalo's shocked expression said everything. You can be proud

• Lowkey Xanxus doesn't separate you two together in his mind, you both are a one Superbia homunculus in his mind. Maybe that's why Xanxus with Squalo's s/o feels so....included for all three of you compared to other way around lol

• Even your jokes are on the same line istg

• Xanxus feels even...bittersweet.

• He is...kinda cautious? He knows Squalo is capable of getting out from the devil himself (remember how may times he "died" in manga lol), but you...well...he double checks every visit. Xanxus is very brutal and, unbothered and nonchalant but very smart. Makes sure no one is on his tail.

• Don't get me wrong, it's not in a sweet family way, but you kinda start having dinners together? Both are bitching around but you notice in the end they start having a human conversation instead of their regular unga-bunga

• Xanxus likes this

• Xanxus feels home

• Unlike Squalo, he can't show his devotion to save his life, so you just know there is a "useful friend of a friend that can solve some problems with a call". But I'll tell you, Xanxus will double-check if something is serious, not just throw problems as subordinates.

• Mafia is not flowers and sunshine. Those two have had a conversation "what to do if Squalo dies". Xanxus probably threw a glass at him and said to not be an idiot, but he didn't say no. You're the first person he can call at least an acquaintance, so...

• Well, that counts when we talk about older Xanxus, I'm sure he is mellowed out by that time (+ just enough time for you and Squalo to establish your relationship)

• He's not the type to get over at 2am if there's a problem lol. Maybe he can miss a call cause he's a heavy sleeper. But if anything, you have his subordinates at your place.

• He will teach you to drink. Will laugh his ass off when you fail to beat his ass at drinking competition again and Squalo is having a heart stroke on the background

• Xanxus will turn you in a copy of himself just to piss ofs Squalo lol

• You learning his mood by the intonation he says 'trash'

• Also you calling him janitor or sum in return. Varia horrified you dare to do this, and Xanxus laughing. He still shoots your way though...

• If you're not Italian, you MUST teach him swearing on your native language. Also tell him if there is any local alcohol (of course)

• "Yeah, I teached him coupla words", you laugh, looking obviously happy being a useful friend and having a surprisingly cozy chat with Xanxus.

Squalo is very confused by that. "What the fuck, but he DOES know this language already?"

• I'm sorry but so many sex jokes. Xanxus doesn't give a shit what you do there in the bedroom (until you invite him over ahaha joke unless), but he's going to be a little shit

• Xanxus is 12 yo btw.

• "Can you suck him off so he shuts the fuck up or smth?"

• LITERALLY LOOKING AT SQUALO "NO BITCHES????"

• This idiot fools around sometimes and throws 9-yo-school-bully insults lol

• "He said he wants to marry /insert random woman name/ when he grows up". 25+ y/o Squalo looking at him just:

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• I hope you two have a cat. Xanxus will feed it. Raw meat and everything a fluffy boy shouldn't but it's Xanxus we're talking about. Literally a teenage edgy teen "ITS NOT A PHASE MOM" at your house.

• Naps on your bed ONLY to leave hiss smell of tabaco, whiskey and a heavy cologne. He 100% heehaws thinking about this - Squalo will NEVER be able to have sex if there is reminding him of Xanxus, like an instant turn off. You always try to complain to Xanxus about this absurd situation but start laughing to the point of crying, Xanxus becomes HYSTERICAL at these moments.

• He will teach you how to shoot. Usually he just drinks there and says you're pathetic while you try. But he keeps inviting you himself, so....Xanxus is a little sappy shit. You only use Squalo's photos as a target, so you get sad a bit and probably tell your boyfriend afterwards. He will say he wants to kill you both or smth.

• Xanxus bringing you ideas in your bed. "Hey so you can tie him up and beat to death as a foreplay".

• He will make you rank up bodies of other women he finds hot. Also if you're a girls' girl, Xanxus will ruin this completely. Basically like "just by looking at her tell be if she's a bitch"

• Xanxus enjoys if you talk shit about someone cause he is the same way.

• He will drag you into his shitty gang ideas. If Squalo could go gray-headed again, he would.

• Squalo looking at you both beaten up anf almost getting caught by the police: "why are you like this."

• To be honest, you may be having a serious talk with your man. Squalo is unironically worried, he did a LOT to keep you away from mafia but here you are. If you are very good at convincing (20 CHA lol), he can just a little bit become convinced that you getting hardened can be useful for mafia life "just in case".

• Also MAYBE he can notice the influence Xanxus has on you. Feminine clothes change to leather jackets and grunge, your knuckles even being bloody way too often, you may be smoking more frequently. Squalo is kind of chill with you finding you identity, but if you start wearing feathers in your hair HE LOOSES HIS MIND

• Xanxus will personally train you, if you ever discover your flame. They will have a fight about this with Squalo.

• Xanxus is proud of you tho. One day he will say this, I'm sure

• People know your bond, they know he does appreciate your opinion even in Varia business, and even anything happened he knows Varia is in the right hand - Squalo is more than competent and there is a little angry copy of himself so Xanxus' spirit always haunts Vongola till the end of time. hehe

The first time you arrived in Venice, you were only interested in touristic attractions. Like many others, you wanted also the real experience of the city. So comes two handsome locals, one with bright red hair and the other with sun-kissed skin, and you couldn't reject their invitations to tour the city with those who knew it deeply.

They allowed you to eat local food, to see beautiful views you would never discover alone, and then they would invite you over to their house on the last day of your trip.

There, you fell asleep. You didn't even notice, but you woke up the next day with your train already departed and the two men simply convincing you to stay. They would help you, somehow, they could drive you everywhere you wanted if you just let them.

So you accepted.

And you found yourself in their actual home. Secret, somewhat isolated, and impossible for you to escape from as you observed the shark circling the structure.

But the real problem, when the police came knocking on their door and inform them they were looking for a missing person, was Tiziano. You wanted to let them know you were that person, that you needed help running away, but he did something to you.

"I'm fine. I'm here by my own will."

That's all you said and continued to say. You couldn't let the truth out. The police was confused, but they had to concede you were there and you were calm, talking to them and saying those things even away from the two men.

It’s always shocking when they turn a mind-shattering round of sex into a punishment. It’s a surprise you’ll never get used to! You’re drowning in bliss, only for Squalo to ask if you thought you’d get off that easy. It adds a little flair that keeps you on your toes. When it’s a punishment they usually indulge in kinks you dislike whether it be watersports, hardcore BDSM, wax play, etc. Treating you like another sex toy until they’ve had their fill. Tiziano reminds you that it could’ve been much worse than sex and that you should be thankful that’s all they did.