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ging-pegger · 2 months
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DANCING WITH THE DEVIL - hisoka x reader
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warnings: small divergence from canon, word count: 1,348
yorknew city. a city of wealth, success, dreams, and crime.
yorknew city was a beautiful place, breathtaking skylines, bustling streets, and a busy martketplace that attracted tourists from all across the world. you were lucky to call this place home, many would kill to be in your position. however, rumors of the notorious phantom troupe loitering within the city were spiraling, a great cause for concern during the time of the world renowned yorknew city auctions.
you had seen plenty of the world, after all you had just recently put yourself through the torment of participating in the 287th hunter exam. you had encountered both strange and astounding places, but no matter where you roamed, yorknew city is where your heart craved to be.
it wasn't uncommon for people to be flocking to the city, auction time was only one of the big times for tourists to visit. though this year, you seemed to recognize more people than in years previously, working at an esteemed hotel, a large influx of hunters began checking in, including kurapika kurta; something told you the auction itself hadn't been what had drawn him to the city, you could sense a desire within him.
he and a few other presumed hunters would make their way in and out of the hotel at random intervals. however, it wasn't kurapika that had peaked your interest. earlier that morning, another participant of the hunter exam had checked in to the hotel. hisoka morow.
the pierrot was a man shrouded in mystery, he was playful and enticing, a professional at drawing you in, only to push you away again. you had been trying to gain his attention, there was something oddly attractive to him despite his dangerous aura.
though, given his coy mannerisms, you thought you might never see the day where he openly took an interest in you. but that day had come.
hisoka entered the hotel lobby, as he did most nights, preparing for a late night walk that he went on every night without fail for the same exact amount of time each time. he was very precise. though tonight instead of walking directly out the door, he approached the reception desk.
he hummed softly to gain your attention. "pardon me, but you do look oh so familiar... it's __ , right? we took the hunter exam together?"
his eyes flickered to your nametag just to reinforce his assumption, though you were caught off guard by his sudden decision to speak to you.
"yeah.. that's me, hisoka, right?" you asked, despite knowing you were correct.
"yes..." he seemed pleasantly surprised you remembered him, but with the impression he made, how could he have been forgotten. "i was wondering what time exactly your shift ends. you're always here when i leave, but gone when i return.. and i wanted to ask you if you'd like to join me."
"join you...?" you asked, leaning lazily on the counter, the hotel's cooling system sending a loud hum through the hotel.
"on my walk, of course." he smiled, his teeth were perfectly straight and white, it was quite possibly the prettiest smile you had ever seen.
"oh yeah, sure... i get off in ten minutes..." you swallowed hard, unsure of what was to come. but you also couldn't help but be excited, and intrigued by the mysterious nature of this request.
hisoka hummed in delight, waltzing over to the couch in the lobby, and crossed his legs. he sank into the material of the couch, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath in, savoring the clean smell of the hotel lobby.
as you continued to work the last few minutes of your shift , you could feel his amber eyes fixed on you. you clocked out, and walked over to where the pierrot sat comfortably.
"so what exactly did you want me to join you for?" you questioned, not exactly sure what was keeping you interacting with him despite not knowing him very well.
"your company of course." hisoka replied in a melodic tone.
the look of confusion on your face had to be blatant, as he allowed an airy laugh to escape his lips. "don't act so surprised, you caught my attention during the exam. your aura is very enticing..."
"I'm flattered.." you responded, the sarcasm lining your words jabbing at hisoka.
"so, shall we? i'd assume you're famished after such a long day of work. what do you say i treat you to dinner?" hisoka asked, standing up and extending a hand, when you gave no reaction he retracted it and began walking toward the door, holding it open for you to walk through out into the moonlight.
"you really don't have to you know-"
"it's a bit rude to reject my offer, don't you think?" he hummed drawing you closer.
"i didn't intend to be rude, i just don't need to be catered to like this, especially not by someone i barely know." your words trailed off, you were more familiar with him than you would like to admit, as you two had to navigate through multiple phases of the hunter exam together.
it admittedly wasnt the most enjoyable experience, but it was shameful to admit it aslo wasn't the worst you've had.
as the two of you walked , the air filled with idle chit chat. you approached a nightclub, illuminated by soft lighting, and hisoka came to a halt in front of its door, turning to look at you with a soft smirk.
"after you." he opened the door waiting for you to walk in. he followed you to the bar stools, tucking himself comfortably beside you. "one cosmo please" he turned to you, waiting for you to order from the bar before speaking to you once more. "would it be inappropriate for me to admire how the light reflects on your features?" he grinned, leaning in to you.
"...huh?" you couldn't tell if you heard him right, you picked at your food, as he swirled the beautiful pink liquid around in his glass.
"i said, the light reflects beautifully against you. it highlights your best features." he took a sip, "you're simply radiant."
"psh.. i see what you're trying to do." you responded, feeling the heat rise in your face.
"and that is...?"
"clearly you're trying to seduce me." you rolled your eyes, taking a long sip from your drink.
with a chuckle "and is it working?"
you were at a loss for words, and scoffed, refusing to answer his question. he was very persuasive, and very smooth with his actions, of course that would have swayed you in his benefit.
"I'll take your silence as a yes." he grinned, "care to dance? this is my favorite." he gestured to an emptier space in the bar, where many couples had taken it upon themselves to enjoy the music playing through the speakers and let loose.
before you could say a word, hisoka had taken your hand in his and lead you over, blending in with the crowd, and pulling you close. he hummed along to the tune of the song, leading you across the dance floor.
he was graceful, and agile, his movements so meticulous yet they flowed so well together with your own.
despite your initial hesitation, as one dance lead to another, and to another, and so on and so fourth until last call, you couldnt help but feel significantly different by the end of the night than you had at the beginning.
"see," hisoka hummed, one arm propping the door open, the other resting comfortably on your lower back , gently edging you toward the door. "I'm not as bad as they say." his eyes arched in delight as you stepped out into the cold night together.
"can i expect to have you join me tomorrow evening?" he asked, "I'll postpone my walk by ten minutes, so i don't inconvenience you..."
"is that so?" you questioned, feeling a smile creep up on you.
"indeed." he responded, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek, and parting ways to walk back to his hotel room.
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chrollohearttags · 8 months
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silver foxes
the men who are twice your age and half the headache. The ones who show up to your doorstep, flowers in hand and gifts in the other before taking you out on a date. That’s only after he told you to go crazy with his credit card to buy the perfect dress and heels for the occasion. The kind of a man that opens your door, drapes his coat around you and even puts it on the ground so you don’t dare splash your feet with that puddle. He’s the man that teaches you never to settle or compromise on your standards…to always expect princess treatment and nothing less of being regarded as his queen. The man that has your bills paid on time on every month before you even have time to look at them and tells you put your money up because hey, he’s got your hair and nails covered too. Five star dinners, always dressed in designers and smells like Tom Ford cologne. He’s also the man that brings you home after a night out and undresses you right there in the doorway because you looked far too sexy in that tight red dress..accenting every curve on that beautiful body. He’s the man that starts out with slow, sloppy kisses that trails from your lips, neck and down to your belly button but disrespectfully devours your pussy through the seat of those panties he can’t even be vexed to pull off. Only tugging them to the side long enough to spit onto those folds. Honestly, he doesn’t see himself as your sugar daddy or anything but he can’t help but get a taste of that sweetness. Especially when it’s trickling down his chin; staining his stubble and slightly wrinkled cheeks. Right before he decides to hoist your legs midair and bounce you up and down on his cock. You’re thinking to yourself how he possibly harbors so much strength for a man who’s past middle aged but he’s fucking you so good, like someone in his prime youth that you don’t ever question his skills. You claw his back, scream his name and even come twice as he’s twisting you to his leisure. In a full nelson with your panties tucked between your teeth; that dick curving inside of you..a hand on the back of your head and pushed face down into the pillow of the couch as he gives you backshots. Who tells you ‘I know, baby..I know.” When you’re whimpering with his thumb between your lips.,The man that goes rounds with you until you’re both spent and he’s splattering your tight little cunt full of his warm seed. Who tells the Plan B and breakfast in the morning is on him but first, he’ll go run you a warm bath and get you ready for bed.
the type of man that once you start fucking with him..you’ll never go back to the ones your age.
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erwin smith, miche zacharius, levi ackerman, captain smoker, crocodile, leonard burns, kenny ackerman, worwick, silva zoldyck, gildarts, shanks, toji + anyone else you wanna add :) 🫶🏾
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mamayan · 9 months
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⚠️ MNDI 18+⚠️
Imagine getting railed so hard from behind you just can’t take it anymore. Your poor hole abused to the point of pain and pleasure morphing into something you can’t name. You’ve got the sheets in a death grip as you hear laughter behind you.
He’s finding humor in your pathetic attempts to hold on. He knows he’s being too rough, knows it’s all too much for you. He’s fucking you harder anyway. He just wants to hear you beg for him.
“Please! Be gentle!” You will beg eventually, and it’ll make him coo and pet your sweaty skin as he wraps his hand around your neck to pull you up and back against him.
“Poor thing, can’t take anymore?” He’ll ask you in such a condescending tone, chuckling when he sinks impossibly deeper inside you in this position and you whine. You’ll struggle to reply, trying to nod and speak but he’s got your throat locked against him and you’re only getting just enough air to breathe. He’ll act like your silence is denial. “Oh? You like this then?” You won’t be able to confirm or deny it as he grinds inside you and has you reeling towards an orgasm.
He’ll shove you face first back into the mattress as he begins fucking you like a rag doll again right through it.
You’ll try to crawl away, get a little rest for your abused hole, but this will piss him off. You’ll move away and his cock will slip out. He’ll press his palm in between your shoulder blades and pin you down as he snarls in your ear, sliding back inside you and making your head spin. “Did I fucking say I was done with you baby? What’s the matter? I’m only getting started. You’re not going anywhere.”
He’s fucking you stupid now.
It’s your fault too really, thinking you could get away before he was done using you. You’ve got a safe word for a reason after all. It’s too bad you can’t remember it with how his cock stretches you out and has you falling apart on it again.
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miyaur · 1 year
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ngl been thinking ab getting fucked dumb by stressed out boyfriend (or husband be creative idc). usually during intimacy, he was so vanilla with you, the small moments you have together and your pleasure matters the most. honestly your pleasure is his, biggest kink is your body and whatever gives you the most pleasure. but today wasnt the brightest, not the greatest day, definitely the worst, everything imaginable that was bad happened, he just couldn't take it 'till he got home, seeing you sitting on the couch with a smile, after waiting such a long time, you see your significant other, but he didn't have a smile across his face, no, more like a mad expression, but didn't want it to get to you. so he just tried to not talk to you, instead of what he thought would happen; you not bothering him about it anymore. you instead tried to help, and he thought of something that you could help him with. here you are, legs on his shoulders, harsh thrusts that made you moan into the fingers in your mouth, "you like that don't you? naughty slut. you deserve all the punishment i'm giving you now. don't back out now." the belly bugle on your tummy, how easy it was for him to slip in and out of your hole, it can describe already how many rounds you've gone through, and all he said he wouldn't stop 'till sunrise.
sorry for lack of posts tryna finish single dad genshin men with seperatw characters or might just do the scenario and say oh these characters would do this, anyw love yall ill get to my reqs soon, just sit tight bro
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tinfairies · 8 months
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Uvogin drabble
GN! Reader, AFAB body
Uvogin's thick fingers stuffed up your cunt. Your back pressed to his chest as you sit in his lap. He's mindlessly playing with you while the two of you watch a movie. You're focused on everything but the movie.
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His hands started roaming, slipping down your pants, fingers tangling through the hair on your mound, before coming to rest over your folds. He then starts rubbing aimlessly, using you as a fidget toy. The slicker you get, the more easily his fingers slip and slide over your pretty folds, and brush against your clit.
You squirm and stifle your whines, not wanting to interrupt the movie, or cause him to stop. It feels good but it isn't enough, you shift and feel his hardening cock against your back. He knows what he's doing, he has to.
Suddenly his fingers push past your folds and two of them slip into your dripping hole with ease.
So that was his plan.
Though, instead of fingering you, he just keeps them still. Soaking up your heat.
You whine at the fullness, and patiently wait for him to start pumping his fingers. But he doesn't. His focus never leaves the screen in front of you two. And his fingers are relaxed inside you.
His cock continues to get hard behind you, no doubt because of your squirming. You tilt your hips just to get some friction from his fingers.
It's not enough.
You don't want to resort to begging. Pride will be the death of you.
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27thswan · 3 days
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❝ 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞, 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥, 𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐭? ❞ multifandom x gn!reader
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— ❝ oh, you are just the cutest! ❞
he found the way you looked, the way you did anything, the moment you first entered into his life, he thought of the word 'adorable'! nothing describes you better, but it's not like you aren't beautiful or whatever! it's because you really are just cute! your features, your personality. from your silky smooth hair (or not smooth), and your perfect body (at least to him because in every aspect you're beautiful + cute), he just thinks "oh you're just so cute, and lovable, and endearing, sweet, cute, delightful, enchanting, and agreeable to everyone that comes across you (or not everyone, at least most!!) that you are very adorable!" just wants to squish the hell out of you, whether chubby, thin, or other body types, he just will! really squeezes you when you both cuddle or hug, just melts when he feels your body against him too :3
venti, bennett, razor, tartaglia, thoma, dazai, heizou, ranpo, yuji itadori, megumi fushiguro, arlan, caelus, yanqing, isagi yoichi, meguru bachira, atsushi nakajima, hinata, kageyama tobio, sugawara, tadashi yamaguchi, lev haiba, your fave
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— ❝ wow.. you are just- beautiful. ❞
could write a book filled with poems just about you and publish it to the public to declare his love. and it's not just about your looks, your personality, the way you talk, when you both make skin-on-skin contact or whatever, you are an exquisite delicacy that he probably would believe that you aren't in his league. would pull out a dictionary and use every word that is a synonym to the word beautiful and direct it at you. you are ethereal to him, whether you'd be in your pjs, or a fancy dress, or even wearing one of his clothes, you are beautiful. you are heaven reincarnated as a person to him. would definitely recite those poetic pickup lines from tiktok to you on dates, ironically, and unironically at the same time, yes he thinks they're funny, but he really thinks of you like that. "if i were to describe your embrace, it'd be a heaven no hell can disturb." would fall to his knees and start praying to god that he can rest peacefully now that he's seen heaven as a joke.
jyubei aryu, kento nanami, diluc ragndvindr, kaeya alberich, wataru kuon, hyoma chigiri, reo mikage, zhongli, xiao, capitano, il dottore, aether, akutagawa, kunikida, chrollo, kurapika, gepard landau, jing yuan, blade, welt yang, zantetsu tsurugi, luocha, gojo satoru, ikki niko, fyodor, dansleif, baizhu, pantalone, geto suguru, ayato kamisato, kuroo tetsuro, oikawa, akaashi, julian loki, megumi, higurama, rin itoshi, your fave
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— ❝ damn babe! you hot as hell! ❞
come on, why don't you believe him?! you are hot! would say it over and over again, and would prove to you why you are hot. would ask you to step on him as a joke, but also maybe he means it in a not joking way, yk. and when you wear a revealing outfit you bet your ass that mf on his knees begging to let him to hug you, yes, even if you both are dating already. but come on! it's true! you look blazing hot :( but if you do say yes to his suggestive jokes he'll be soo blushy cuz for sure didn't expect you to say yes!! still tries to keep the confident flirty act up, and flirts w u when y'all cuddle, yes, will use corny pickup lines on you, really creative or the overused ones, no in between. could and would carry you around like you both just got married <3
arataki itto, gojo satoru, meguru bachira, reo mikage, sae itoshi, rin itoshi, kite, chuuya, kaveh, luka, sukuna but probably minus the blushy part, michael kaiser, tartaglia, scaramouche, taketora yamamoto, iwaizumi, bokuto, your fave
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fateisfiction · 29 days
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Soft!Feitan who doesn't like to bring his work home. Who likes to lay on the couch with his head on your lap while you tell him about your day. So normal and quiet. He can almost pretend that he's normal when he's with you.
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rotyoursoul · 10 months
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Imagine
Illumi’s feelings for his unyielding (captive) darling have become taxing. Thankfully, he is a problem solver. [TW: YANDERE themes / Minors DNI]
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“So, which will it be, death or needle? I would make your death painless but I cannot guarantee the same with my needle.”
Your mouth is sealed shut and has been this way for a while as Illumi tried to coax an answer from you.
“I can help you decide if you’d like. I, personally, would prefer the needle. Your death would leave me… empty, but without distraction. The needle would allow you and I to coexist. However, I can see how this option may not appeal to you.”
After a another beat, you pick before he can choose for you. At least you’d have one last round of autonomy before the needle was nestled into your skull.
“Perfect.” He concludes, all business. “Yes, my apologies. This may hurt but not for very long.”
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villainbait · 4 months
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hey, could u perhaps write chrollo with a kurta reader? could be yandere if u feel comfortable writing that. reader could hate him bc they know or not, its up to you. they could also be affiliated with Kurapika in any way (bf, bsf, partner in taking down the PT, -close-friend) ty!
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Pairing: Yandere!Chrollo x Kurta Reader
Rating: 16+, SFW (mostly).
CW: yandere!chrollo, yandere behavior, bondage, drugs, reader was drugged, implied torture, jealousy, kurapika mentions, reader is a kurta
I- Man, anon I am so sorry. This ask has sat, haunting my inbox for almost two years. I have had this piece written for about as long but never finished. I couldn't figure out how I wanted to write it, how to piece it together into something I was happy enough with. Then the hyperfixation faded and I generally forgot about it until recently. I do not know if you will see this, but if you ever come back and check, I hope you know I'm deeply sorry and I genuinely hope that the wait is worth the short fic I offer to you.
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Where are you? Are you okay? Is what they’re saying true, were you really seen with HIM? 
You ignored the first text, then the second text questioning if you were alive, but it is the subsequent third text that grated on your nerves. Staring at the last and perhaps most damning text, you turn your phone on silent before pocketing it. While it was comforting to know that you weren’t the only surviving member of the Kurta clan, it sometimes could be smothering with how needy Kurapika could be towards you. 
But he can’t know. 
He can’t ever know you’re in love with Chrollo Lucilfer, the man responsible for the death of your clan. 
Just like Chrollo can never know you have survived. He must never know. 
The soft stroking of fingertips along your jaw jolts you awake and you instinctively find yourself pulling at your bonds. You were surprised to find yourself in this situation, but more surprised as you cast an uncertain gaze at the man who was stretched out next to you like a lazy panther; totally at ease despite your own discomfort. 
“Good morning.” His voice drips saccharine richness and you know you’re in trouble. “I don’t want to play, Chrollo.” You tug uselessly at your bonds. “Let me go.” Maybe you shouldn’t have teased him so much earlier at the restaurant, thinking back to how embarrassed he looked when you had slid your foot between his thighs. His words bring you back to the present and you blink owlishly up at the raven haired man you called your lover. “Isn’t this what you wanted?” His tone is veiled with barely concealed condescension and it makes you wince in shame as you watch Chrollo forced to play the villain. You had immediate regrets about your earlier antics when you had teased him mercilessly before and during dinner, but it was too late now. Your frame trembled with trepidation, fear sluicing through the haze of whatever drug he had fed you during your dinner date earlier. 
Not that you knew you had been drugged, thinking you had had too much wine with dinner.
He slides on top of you, straddling you with ease and you grow increasingly panicked as he traces your face with surprising gentleness. There’s something incredibly off about him and you realize for once, Chrollo Lucilfer is genuinely angry. 
“Not that it matters what you want,” he stated matter-of-factly when you decided not to answer and his fingers tracing the outline of your jaw before sliding an index finger across your neck; the fur on his coat sleeve tickling your skin. “You’ll be good for me, won’t you?” His lifeless silver eyes shift downward and you squirm uncomfortably. The rope with which he had bound your wrists was starting to chafe. Pushing the pain from your mind, you briefly consider the option of fighting him but quickly abandon the idea as you realize the futility of it; knowing he would catch you faster than you could ever hope to escape. Instead, you attempt to reason with him. 
“What do you-” 
“Did you think I wouldn’t find out?” He interrupts you and the first hint of anger seeps through his normally aloof demeanor. It felt like cold water had been dashed over your entire body and you froze. Clearly perplexed by his leading question, you rack your mind quickly and try to figure out what gave it away. It couldn’t have been your traditional kurta garb, so similar to Kurapika’s since no one aside from the two of you knew your people’s clothing by sight. It was how the two of you had found each other in the first place, a happenstance passing that turned into a macabre reunion of sorts. It was also, consequently, how you ended up interested in the Phantom Troupe’s boss. For all of Kurapika’s righteous vitriol about the Phantom Troupe, you had a difficult time believing Chrollo Lucilfer and his merry band of spiders could and had committed such atrocities. 
Perhaps you would never know the depths of their malice, or the depths of their reasoning. All you knew is that Chrollo had captivated you from the start yet here you laid, being accused of fraternizing with another man when the only one on your mind was him. So, you hold your breath and say nothing, offering what you hoped was a blank stare to the only man you’ve ever had romantic feelings for. 
You only prayed you were right in your assumption and that he hadn’t found the truth of your secret. 
“You spend far too much time with another man when you belong to me. Do you understand, y/n? You’re mine and I don’t like when other people try and take what belongs to me.” So you were right and he didn’t know you were a Kurta, which perhaps made this situation worse. It’s on the tip of your tongue to utter the classic ‘It’s not what you think’ line, before thinking better of it. Even if it was in fact not what Chrollo thought at all, he wouldn’t believe you. You should’ve known better than to give into Kurapika’s desire to have a kinsman nearby, for him to feel like he wasn’t utterly alone in this world. Yet you couldn’t help it anymore than you could help your feelings for Chrollo, which is what had gotten you into this mess. 
Still, you can’t help but sigh at the absurdity of the situation. That makes Chrollo’s eyes narrow in suspicion and annoyance, but you took a little satisfaction in the fact you made his facade crack. Your arms grow slack in their bonds and you sag in relief but you cannot stop the patronizing smile that graces your face with your next words. 
“That’s my cousin and you could’ve just asked me. This,” you shook your arms for emphasis, feeling like a frantic little caterpillar underneath Chrollo. “Was entirely unnecessary.” Chrollo laughs incredulously, but his words are tinged with disbelief. “Oh, is that all he is to you? How silly of me,” he pauses here for dramatic effect, and you realize he’s not smiling at all. “Not to merely ask you if you were having an affair.” Your head tips to the side as you contemplate why his melodramatic act seemed to have rocketed up the crazy scale. This side of Chrollo was senseless, and for the first time you wonder if he’s truly acting. 
Or, you thought with growing trepidation, were you finally seeing a peek behind the curtain? 
“My dear,” Chrollo croons and he leans in close, too close to your face. You show Chrollo your cheek but he shucks your chin roughly and squeezes your jaw hard enough to elicit a small pained noise from you, annoyed that you would look away from him. Forcing you to look back up at him, he leans close enough for your lips to brush against one another.  
“I will get the truth from you, one way or another. We have all night, you see, and where we are now no one can hear you scream.” His voice dropped an octave, sounding almost excited for what was to come. Your heart drops into your stomach like a stone and you try to fight your bonds in earnest now but it’s useless as Chrollo presses a hard kiss to your lips before releasing your smarting chin. A smile blossoms upon his lips but it’s cold, as cold as the rumored Phantom Troupe leader himself. 
“Shall we begin?” 
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hoejosatoru · 11 months
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your faves written by my faves
I believe all anime men can be categorized by if they were written by Taylor Swift, Lana Del Rey, or Ethel Cain. 
Characters: jujutsu kaisen, haikyuu, chainsaw man, tokyo revengers, demon slayer, attack on titan, hunter x hunter, buddy daddies, MHA, hell’s paradise
CW for suggestive content, toxic relationship for Ethel Cain category. All characters are time skip as applies (ex Tokyo rev/haikyuu). MDNI 
Written by Taylor Swift
Sweet & Romantic. The boy next-door type. Friends to lovers vibe. The type to throw rocks at your window and get you to sneak out just to watch the stars. Writes you letters. So many of each other’s firsts. Feels like a fairytale. Can range from a soft and gentle love to one that's fast and exciting, depending on person/situation. Always holds your hand when walking. A strong, healthy relationship. Would literally rather die than upset you. Buys you flowers. Sends you songs he thinks you’ll love. Calls you sweetheart, baby, my love. Loved by your friends and family. Makes you believe in love.
Yuta Okkotsu, Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, Denji (I swear once he calms down a lil he’d be a great partner), Takemichi, Mitsuya, Hakkai, Chifuyu, Kazutora, Shinichiro, Hinata Shoyo, Nishinoya, Tanaka, Akaashi, Bokuto, Kageyama, Osamu, Iwaizumi, Oikawa, Kenma, 99% of the haikuu cast unless listed elsewhere, Giyu, Rengoku, Jean, Connie, Armin, Kurapika, Leorio, Kazuki, Hawks
“Can I tell you a secret?” your best friend asks. You’re laying out on a blanket, watching the stars. You look at him, admiring how they twinkle in his eyes.
“Of course.” 
“I think I love you.” He looks at you then, filling your chest with warmth. You’ve waited for him to say those words for so long, to name what has always existed between you.
“Can I show you what I think?” He nods eagerly. You lean in, pressing your lips to his. It is everything you always hoped it would be. He smiles into your kiss. “I think I love you, too.”
Written by Lana Del Rey
Sensual & Intense. Bad boy or hard exterior, but soft on the inside. Likes showing you off, but hates when other men look at you. Always has a hand on your lower back. Possessive, but in a controlling way. Dress slutty I can fight type. And he means it he will fuck anyone up for you. Makes you feel safe. Most likely to have a scandalous type of relationship (like an age gap, he has a bad reputation, etc). Probably has some sorta vice (smoking/drinking/fighting). High sex drive, he just can’t resist you :(. Probably has a daddy kink or is a dom (mostly soft/pleasure). Calls you princess, angel, pretty girl. Sometimes the relationship can be toxic, but you know the foundation is built on love. 
Draken, Mikey, Ran, Rindou, Wakasa, Baji, Taiju, Inui, Koko, Sanzu, Izana, Kakucho, basically all of tokyo rev unless listed elsewhere, Rei, Toji, Geto, Gojo, Nanami, Suna, Terushima, Atsumu, Ushijima, Coach Ukai, Aki, Kishibe, Tengen, Obanai, Sanemi, Akaza, Levi, Eren, Reiner, Zeke, Aizawa, Gabimaru, Yamada Asaemon Shion, Tenza
“Come ‘ere baby,” he calls to you. He’s been eyeing you in that little sundress all night and his will power has run thin. You stand between his legs, looking down at him with a soft smile. The setting sun twinkles against the chain around his neck, making him look extra handsome. His large hand is on the back of your thigh, sliding up higher and higher and- you gasp his name and he squeezes your ass under your dress.
“People are gonna see!” you whisper yell, gesturing to all your friends mingling in your backyard. He has a lazy smile on his face as he rubs circles on your inner thigh.
“Don’t care,” he says, “Can’t resist my pretty girl anymore.”
Written by Ethel Cain
Toxic & Addictive. A waling red flag, but baby you are color blind. You know you shouldn’t, but there’s just something about him. He’s addictive. Super possessive and controlling. Always has his hands on you. Leaves bruises. Most likely to be a criminal or something darker. Would kill for you. Swears he loves you and that's why he acts so crazy. Honestly brings out the crazy in you too. Super high sex drive, wants you all the time. Hard dom. Calls you my girl when feeling nice, slut when he isn’t. Says my slut when he’s somewhere in between. Codependent. Fuck everyone but us type.
Sukuna, Douma, Hantengu clones, Muzan, Gyutaro, Hanma, Aza Chobe, Chrollo, Feitan, hisoka, illumi
He has your jaw in his hands, squeezing. Hard. There’s a twisted smile on his face, one that makes your heart race and your thighs rub together. 
“You know you can never leave me, right?” he questions you. Though you know it is no question right. “You’re mine. Forever.” His hips have you pinned to the bed as he licks up your neck.
“All yours,” you reply. And you mean it. You were two halves of a fucked up whole. You loved him even if it drove you crazy.
His hand goes down your pants. “Good girl.”
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drowningfishy · 2 months
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Warnings : multi character drabble, swearing, modern AU for some characters?
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It's 00.04 a.m. and he still hasn't arrived. You were waiting so long. It went from annoyed to worried real quick. He sure was the type to force himself to finish his job, but this time was different. The sky was really dark, it was raining cats and dogs. It's probably going to flood anytime soon. You decided to open your phone. You received a text from him.
'Sorry love, I'll be home really late. Please don't wait for me.' At this point, his texts weren't any help. It made you even worried whether he was doing okay or not. These texts doesn't have enough information for you to know what he's doing right now. As much as you want to wait for them, you felt tired. You went to your shared room and sat on it.
After a while there was a ding from the phone. You opened it and it was from him, it said,
'I forgot my keys, can you open the door for me?'
Seeing this, you immediately went to the door and opened it for him. He was in front of the door soaking wet, and quickly said, "I'm so sorry I had to go home late.. I was given lot of tasks from my boss. I promise I'll make it up to you. We can.. uh..." You felt kind of bad for making him feel this guilty, but his scared look was pretty funny. "It's fine, you're being too dramatic. Go ahead and clean yourself. Don't get sick. It'll be a pain in the ass for me to take care of you, again." He laughed at your reaction and quickly does like you said. Guess the night sky wasn't that dark when he's there. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Characters : Tamaki Amajiki, Izuku Midorya, Sugawara Koushi, Armin Arlert, Giyuu Tomiyoka, Muichiro Tokito, Izumi Miyamura, Nagisa Shiota, Loid Forger, Yuki Sohma, Kurapika Kurta
A/n : Sorry for haven't been posting since April 11 2023... I forgot I had this account, worse, I can't open my messages. I am so sorry if I don't read your messages, I can't open any of them. Please help.
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chrollohearttags · 1 year
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men that make you cry during sex. Sure, they’ll feel bad about it also turns them on. The type of man that loves laying you on your back, folding your legs up and fucking you into total submission. The type that likes to feed you deep strokes..curled up into a mating press with his entire body burrowed over you. His favorite position, all because he gets the honor of staring at your pretty face while he’s in it. It’s not one he takes lightly because he knew how many men wanted you; that his girl turned heads everywhere you went but he was the only one to have you coming all over his dick. Making a mess of that sloppy cunt and sloshing around his own nut that he’s nestled into you prior. Making you experience one powerful orgasm right after the next with no end in sight..yes, he knows he’s killing your shit, that much is apparent by the various marks you’ve left on his back and arms, clawing them up with the constant pressure of his tip prodding your spot. “G’ahh—baby, yes. You’re so close. So fucking tight..” grunting aggressively against your lips with your foreheads pressed together; sweat beaded and trickling down his face. It’s when he relentlessly pounds you, bringing you to another climax that you instantly come undone and start trembling immensely. Your choked out screams trapped in the back of your throat, eyes trailing back before you emit a loud cry and the tears to follow. You find yourself gasping for breath, holding onto his burly arms for some semblance of stability as you try to ride out that orgasm. “FUCK! Oh my god…” It takes him a minute to realize that you’re in full blown hysterics, sobbing from the intensity. It’s all but expected when he’s coaxed out another stream of squirt to add to the several other ones soaking the sheets. “It’s okay, baby. You’re alright, you’re alright. Just breathe with me.” As hard as he’s trying to console you, he can’t help but be aroused by the tear stained state of your pretty face. He tries calming you down but to no avail. And honestly, the way you’re clamping his cock because of it..he doesn’t really want it to stop. Your eyes shut for a split second and a smile crept across his face in satisfaction of what he’s caused. Making love to you so good that you cry? Oh, he can’t get enough of that. Hell, you might even have awoken some sadistic trait inside of him. A little sick and fucked up, he knows it. Because in any other capacity, he wouldn’t be able to stomach the thought of you in shambles like this. But damn, does the sight of you slapping at his abs, saying “daddy..I can’t take it. I’m coming so hard..” Make him want to put a baby in you at that very moment. Even finds himself twitching inside of that warmth when you begin to sniffle and apologize for breaking into a sob. “I’m so sorry..” Before you open your eyes, he has to contain his enthusiasm and the fact that he wants to make it happen again. So he just swaddles you in his grasp, swipes a thumb across your cheek and kisses your temple as he chuckles.
“It’s okay, baby. You can let it all out..let it all go for me. You look so pretty when you do.”
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REINER, geto, chrollo, gojo, NANAMI, armin, onyakonpon, rengoku, portgas d. ace, erwin, jean, sanji, giyuu, levi, aran, bokuto + anyone else you’d like to add
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mamayan · 10 months
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Drabble: Soft! Yandere that idolizes you
Just thinking about a needy big baby, hard leaking cock humping the air and so fucking desperate he’s nearly drooling.
On his knees just begging to burry his face in your crotch, lick and suck till you soak him in your juices and cum. He wants to drink you down. Poor thing just needs you, so badly it’s driving him insane, but he’s such a good boy and waits till you tell him “okay”.
Then he’s on you, desperate to sink his cock in your tight little hole, humping and panting till he’s balls deep and moaning so loudly as he feels you clench and twitch around him. He’s fucking pathetic as he pants and awkwardly jerks his hips inside you, so gone he can’t even think about anything but you you you-
He’s babbling nonsense as he tries to savor every second you allow him access to your body. “So sorry, I’m sorry- I need, ah! I need! Oh fuck fuck fuck need to cum- please oh!”
You think it’s so adorable and laughably cute until you realize he keeps going.
He won’t fucking stop. He’s still drilling your pole little hole, whining and coming over and over, you’re just a mess of fluids as you get sent over the edge again and again with him. He won’t stop, can’t stop, even when you beg. It’s too much, you’re too sensitive, he’s too sensitive. His poor abused cock can’t stop burying itself inside you though, even after the nth time he’s come, he just gets hard again. He’s a crying mess, but his hips just keep pounding against your ass. He’s profusely apologizing as you become an absolute fucked out mess.
“One more time, hah, oh so tight, just need one more. One more. Please- oh fuck! Gonna cum- oh so good, please forgive me! Coming!”
You can’t even beg anymore, just a soaked and sorry figure now despite holding all the power earlier. Your baby didn’t mean to get out of control, he just can’t stop now, not yet, you’re so perfect like this on his cock and he’s going mad with the sight and sounds.
“Love you so much! Oh need to come again, you gonna cum too? Oh fuck you’re coming! Fuck fuck fuck coming too! I’m coming!” He’s riding it out again inside your overstuffed little hole, filling you up and panting against your back as he can’t stop his hips from fucking his cum deeper inside you. He’s slobbering all over you, licking and kissing like a dog in heat. His lips against your ear moaning as he begs to fill you up again, not like he can even comprehend your blubbering anymore.
He keeps promising one more time, last time, just come once more for him, but he’s going to fuck you till you pass out.
Then he’ll be so sorry, how dare he do such a thing to your perfect body? He’s pulling all the aftercare moves, bathing and cuddling you up.
You’ll forgive him cuz he’s just so cute, but under all that sweetness of the gentle giant is a desperate monster ready to rut you once more.
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apollodarling-writes · 6 months
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I've being wondering about this for a while. I didn't think it, but turns out silva and kikyo do actually love each other. So killua probably grew up seeing those expressions of "love" and thinking that's normal for a relationship. How do you think that would affect his relationship with reader? And if it isn't too much, how do you think his overall experience with his family effects it? Because I highly doubt after everything he's gone through that his relationship with the reader would be perfectly normal. What're your thoughts?
before i delve into killua’s experiences, i wanna go into the psychology of a developing brain. especially during the most critical stages — from birth to five years old. according to vygotsky’s theory of child development, a child’s environment and external factors play a huge role in how a child develops as a person. he proposed that as a child, your brain is continuously learning and soaking up information. for example, right from wrong, how to treat other people, whats socially acceptable, etc etc. essentially, vygotsky believes that this stage of development is critical for how your brain functions as an adult, and that external influences play the biggest role.
now that we have that mini psychology lesson out of the way, let’s hop into how i think killua’s environment and seeing how his family treated each other affected him.
i dont know much about kiyoko and silva’s marriage so i can’t really speak on that, but based on the fact that they love each other and their kids, i can assume and speak on a few things.
firstly, killua grew up in an assassin family. he was trained from a very, very young age — most likely from when he could walk — and was required to develop an immunity to all poisons and be able to complete missions quickly and efficiently. from that, i can gather that he was trained very harshly and most likely learned to associate love with pain of some sort. i have no doubt that developing an immunity to all poisons was painful and extremely distressing for a child. this would likely shut down some pathways and cognitive processing that a child in a normal household would have.
i would also like to take illumi and kiyoko’s influence in killua’s life into consideration. illumi was extremely overprotective and manipulative, and even placed a needle in killua to control him. kiyoko was overbearing with her love for killua and, to my knowledge, always had an eye on him in some form.
now that we’ve taken developmental psychology into account, his family’s influence and behavior, and his assassin training, i can now go into how it affects him in his love life.
it has definitely affected him in some form, but also he now has gon to show him whats healthy. killua very clearly has expressed his distaste for his family, but i think that this is so deeply rooted in his brain that it would affect him for the rest of his life. and even if he did realize that it was wrong, i don’t think he would want to stop — self-indulgence at its finest. i think he rationalizes it as “my family did it this way so why would it be that bad” and “different people have different tatses”.
as for how it affects his relationship with the reader, he would be completely out of reach. both on a physical scale and a psychological scale. as an assassin, hes immune to all poisons and the reader has no chance of physically overpowering him — the only option would be to run but even then you wouldn’t be able to forever. you also have no hopes of “fixing” him. theres a very clear distinction, depending on how the reader was raised and their own tastes for love, between his views on love and theirs. at that point, you would have to live with his overbearing, self indulgent, over protective, and manipulative behavior. you’d honestly be trapped. just hope stockholm syndrome kicks in fast.
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Which physical traits would hxh adult trio, and fetain, and main four (grown up, and if you can add them) like on their S/O?
I, straight up cannot think of shit in the way of strict details. So, I hope these answer well enough. I hope you enjoy, and thank you for being so patient with the answer to this.
Illumi Zoldyck
Out of everyon on this list, Illumi would have the strictest expectations for his future wife. Strong nen abilities are at the top of that list, but on a purely physical level, Illumi’d prefer a soft, feminine figure. Breeding is at the top of his priorities as Killua has shown no interest in letting them near any future children and Illumi’s the eldest. Meaning, wide, healthy hips and a full chest would be his top priority. Likely with a taste for darker, longer hair, he all around prefers his wifely options to be feminine in personality and body.
Chrollo Lucifer
On the opposite end of the spectrum, Chrollo likely cares the least about the physical appearance of his partners. He prefers to prioritize less shallow things, like a brilliant and cunning mind, a selfless streak, good heart, or useful abilities of any sort. But, as someone who grew up in a rougher area, I do feel like he’d be attracted to stable bodies. No one too flashy, but someone with a bit of weight to prove they’re able to take good care of themselves, a sign of financial security, who might have a bit of muscle and can handle themselves.
Hisoka Morrow
Hisoka, meanwhile, is neither picky, nor carefree about what his partner looks like. He doesn’t care for gender, or about chisled, defined muscles or height. Yet, his dream partner is someone with a fair share of muscle on their body. He wants a powerful lover, so he wants someone who takes good care of their body. Toned is the best description for the physical traits he looks for. He wants to see abs and powerful muscles when his partner flexes. He wants them sturdy, and able to take a hit, no toothpick elves for him. Those types are fun, as are the curvascious femmes and top heavy doritos, but he wants a well rounded lover. Strong legs, a tight torso, and powerful arms.
Feitan
Feitan is a sadist, he’s not picky so long as his sadism is met. That being said, his crème de la crème of physical looks is someone on the softer side. Not weak and pathetic, he does enjoy a fight to really fuel the sadism. But, someone with plenty of body to bite, cut, and dig into. The extra weight, in his head, ensures he can cut just a little deeper. Bruise a little darker with less fear of damaging the internals too bad. Is that mindset true? I dunno, but he’d probably think that way.
Leorio Paradinight
Leorio is the hardest one here to guess on what type he’d like. He cares the least about physical looks, he only wants a smart, ambitious partner who knows what they want and is striving to get it. He wants someone on an even footing with him in his goal to become a doctor. Weight, height, hair color, skin color, nothing like that matters to him. Have a good personality and the drive to chase your dreams into reality, and he’s smitten.
Kurapika Kurta
Like Leorio, Kurapika looks more into personality and morals then physical looks. Yet, unlike Leorio, he does have a favorite in terms of looks. If he had it his way, he seems like he’d like a partner with lighter, longer hair. He would like a softer partner, no one out and about to cause trouble, a softer place to turn to when he struggles or faces down a challenging mission for the hunters.
Gon
Gon gave no shits about physical looks in childhood, he has zero care for it in his adulthood. He just wants someone able to keep up with him and match his energy. So, someone with an active, leaner body, with muscles and stamina and low maintenance hair. He’s an active man, running around exploring and fighting, he’d like someone who can match that without caring for long hair or a few scrapes.
Killua Zoldyck
Killua gives no thought to appearance out of spite. His family claims to not be snooty on appearance, but they have high expectations for any of their kids’ partners, so Killua refuses to look at such shallow details. Chubby? Muscular? Tall? Thin? He doesn’t care. So long as his partner isn’t vain and annoying, he couldn’t care less. Save for the small things, like him not particularly liking dark haired partners due to how they look too similar to his family. It’s not like he particularly wants kids though, so he has no reason to worry about them ‘fitting in’ with his family.
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loves who, when they finally meet you again after being in long distance relationship for a while, run to you and give the tightest, squeeziest glomps (hugs). </3
izuku, bokuto, denki, tanjiro, sasha, sugawara, kurapika, + any of your favorites 💖
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