How tall is gokudera

Email This BlogThis! Subscribe to: Posts Atom. Kyoya Hibari. Mukuro Rokudo. Takeshi Yamamoto. In this case, tenth as in the tenth Vongola family boss. It is speculated that Hana Kurokawa is the woman he is romantically involved with, as the pictures in each of their houses are very similar.

Namimori is the catalyst setting for most friendships, rivalries, and battles. Tsunayoshi Sawada Haru declaring her love towards Tsuna. Tsuna was still the same goddamn person in the end. Soft moans that he would try to make louder, they got to him. Hearing you enter the room, he opened his eyes to the sight of you bent over as you took your shoes off. God you looked good like that.

Standing quickly he made his way over to you, pushing you against the wall; your arms coming up to support yourself as he kept you bent. Leaning over he nipped at your ear, hand rubbing through the material hiding your crotch from him; desperate wish of you grinding back granted immediately as a embarrassed squeak escaped your mouth. Including knowing about your day to day life. His nose nuzzled your lips gently before he snaked his tongue within, you shuddering and rocking back immediately.

He loved when you were like this. It was after school one day. You had stayed behind to help the boxing star tidy up the gym after his practice, after all; you were both going to your house that night in order to study for the next big exam. Did you wanna, maybe, see what the big deal is? Nodding hesitantly, you let the boy push you onto your back; the cushions littering the floor. As he pushed you down, the boxer leant forward, lips sitting softly on yours. He just wanted to touch you..

Tentatively he grasped your breast, thumb rubbing softly across; he felt a wave of heat rush through him at your response.

Your quiet moan and the feeling of your nipple perking up. He needed to see. Unbuttoning your shirt, he pushed it to the side, the material of your bra almost tearing from the eagerness with which he pulled the cup down.

His mouth latched onto your nipple, an unconscious desire to taste you, and by the way you rolled your body into him; he could tell you wanted it too. He needed to hear more noises. He wanted to hear you screaming for him. Pushing your pants down your body, he started when he felt your panties were wet.

This was a good thing. Trailing his way down your body with his mouth, he wanted to know how it tasted. Curiosity still led him down, you panties leaving wet marks on the inside of your thighs as he removed them. Before he could get a better look, he saw your hand blocking the way. Your thighs currently on either side of his head, he laved his tongue at his entrance, the feel of you riding his face spurring himself on.

The sight of you in pleasure, and the taste of you, was incomparable. The way your breath hitched and you almost cried; he swore then and there no one else would have you. No matter the cost, you made him feel alive; and nothing would ever beat this sight of you. You felt more than what he would ever say when his hands glided down your skin, and when his lips pressed hot kisses against the trail of bites he would leave throughout the night.

You felt more than what you could ever say, gasping, and trembling at the merest touch, feeling your heart race, and wondering why it felt as if you were melting away. He looks as if even just the tiniest thing could make him snap. There was nothing to fear from Xanxus, nothing that could make you ever look away like they do, with pale faces and darting eyes.

Yes, you could not deny that there was blood on his hands, more than any other. Death so skin deep that some nights you could swear to hear the whispers of forgotten words, of last curses and sobs of the ones who had died. He held more death than he should, and yet it was these same hands that would hold you against him, that would press your head to his chest and hear the so very human heart beating away. Yes, you could not deny that he was… violent, constantly hurling insults and beer bottles as if it was a game to be won, but it was that same biting tongue that whispered hotly in your ear; promises and certainties that he wanted to brand skin deep, giving so much more than they could ever fathom.

It made your heart race, made you yearn for ways that felt almost damning. Your brows furrowed, and you felt just the tiniest bit insulted on Xanxus behalf. They were speaking rapidly in Italian, face set into a deep, pinched scowl.

For a moment you felt fear, deep overwhelming fear that had you curling inwards away from the angry man that was yelling at you. His hands shook so badly that you could feel his fingers biting your flesh, then his flames shimmered and you tried to escape his hold. You were simply being kind in wanting to help lead him towards the Rain division.

You felt more than saw him coming, and Giovanni did not notice when you seemed to relax, muscles loosening and eyes flashing with relief.

Instead, he insistently turned you away from the direction you had been leading him, bodily pulling you and speaking still too rapidly for you to grasp. But you did catch bits and pieces, odd words that made your nose wrinkle.

You watched curiously as Giovanni was sent sailing out the window, glass shattering in his wake. You turned to Xanxus who looked agitated and particularly miffed before you were suddenly being guided down the hall, not bodily like Giovanni, but gently, warm hand pressed against your shoulder blades in a way that felt very assuring. You leaned against him, smiling. This is what you liked about him. The care he drew in just a single action, made you feel —. Xanxus made you feel safe, and cared for, and so, so, very happy.

His fingers were gliding against the nape of your neck, cool fingers somehow heating the flesh that was being exposed, leaving goosebumps in his wake. You could feel his flames seeping through from the simple touch, a familiar, and secured reminder that you were safe here, even as the cold biting of the winter wind flicked at your cheeks. You leaned in against his body, lips curling into a smile when his hand trailed down your shoulder before settling against your waist.

No one else seemed to understand why you felt content allowing Kyoya to press his flames into you, allowing his flames to saturate against your own so deeply that it was all anyone could feel. You could tell, just from their stilted expressions that they were not comfortable with the Cloud flames so heavily saturated into a single person outside of the actual user.

But it… felt like him. It felt like Kyoya, it felt like safety, safety so skin deep that nothing else but peace remained in your body, leaving you loose-limbed and drowsy. You hummed back in response, a long and winding hum as you tipped your head back to give him a half-lidded look of satisfaction. He seemed particularly amused at the almost lazy response, even more so when you stretched out your limbs before falling against him. Almost cat-like, and he gently ran his fingers just to see more of it, to watch as you seemed to purr when he ran Cloud flamed fingers against your spine.

Before you could respond, you felt it, the way his flames seemed to lick at your skin, teasingly. The flames curling into the spots that made you gasp and twist, cheeks flushing pink.

The one thing he will never say is that he does find your tiny height so adorable, especially when you curl against him at night, burying against his chest until all you felt and smelt was him surrounding you. It might as well not exist to him, even when you have to tug at his collar to pull him down for a kiss or rise onto your toes just to even reach something on a shelf, or the fact your entire body can be buried away against his limbs when he holds you close.

Xanxus is just oblivious to the height difference. Oh right, his partner is tiny. Although he does get amused now when you punch someone in the face, after having finally lost your patience with them.

Usually, it was those who underestimated your tiny, soft height. Mukuro: Mukruo stands at 5"8 respectively, but with his heeled boots, has an extra boost in height that he lords over you. Honestly, the type of person that enjoys exaggerating how small you are by either bending down with a loud self-suffering sigh as if it was so much effort to give you a kiss.

Or when he picks you up when you want to reach for something, or just amusing himself with how your feet dangle as you pout at him. Even at times placing his arm on your head just to emphasise that you were tiny next to him, and sometimes just draping over your back because he can. More in the fact that he feels like a protector, that he is capable of caring and of loving you with all of him when you tuck yourself into his arms and he wraps around you as if shielding you from the rest of the world.

Or when you kiss at his chin and he must bend just the slightest to catch those lips against his own. Or when you need something out of reach that you can just barely graze your fingers upon and call for Hayato because you need him to help you, to care for you in that moment and — He simply feels wanted and useful.

And he reveals in the feeling of it, of knowing that this person needs him, that this person, this smaller being laying against his side needs him — even if for the more mundane things, and he loves it.

He loves every inch of you, every little bit that moulds against him because this is his. Thoughts on Mafia Bosses. You know, when wicked has a good side?

Originally posted by l0st-s0ulsx Originally posted by all-anime-nette. Hanahaki Disease Prompt Begonia, with its pink fading petals swirled together, was known most for its Victorian interpretation as a warning.

Katekyo Hitman Reborn! Vongola Family Soutoujou! Vongola Shiki Shuugakuryokou, Kuru!! Rebokku no Ciao Ciao Interview add Supporting. Secret Bullet add Main. Vongola GP Kuru add Main. Box Weapon: Leopardo di Tempesta ver. His blood type is B, is cm tall, weighs 54kg and his hair is silver. His future dream is to become the Tsuna's right-hand man. He has an ability to play the piano. He dislikes people that are older than him, Bianchi and Lambo.

Gokudera is also a chain smoker, but they remove this in the anime adaptation.