#hxh drabbles

[kentofication]

🔍︎ — illumi zoldyck ✰ fem!reader

♯ — illumi coming home after a long mission.

∎ — 0.4k ✰ fluff

ⅲ — watching hxh for the 8th time again and something sparked inside of me to write this. so yeah, enjoy.

it’s been a long time. days, weeks, hell even months since you’ve seen your boyfriend. you were growing impatient from wanting to hear that familiar knock on your apartment door for so long. that knock you’ve longed to hear for months—you don’t even know the duration yourself. 

you started to bore yourself from watching the door for so long. it was almost like he had another mission to fulfill, but he didn’t have time to tell you. the thing is, he’s always told you when he had to fill out a mission. 

deep down, your boyfriend—illumi zoldyck—cared about you deeply. even though he has a smooth and un-careable exterior, inside he has this little garden that surrounds his heart for you. 

so when you heard that one familiar knock on your apartment door you knew from heart, and when you saw that knob twitch until it was fully turned, when you saw that crack in the door and sunlight bleeding through into your hardwood floor. 

you quickly rushed to the door and embraced in illumi's warmth—well, normally coldness but since it was so warm outside he must’ve got infected by the sunlight. 

you started to cry a little bit, staining your tears on illumi’s normal uniform. the front of his needles started to make their way into your own flesh. even though it was the blunt side, illumi took notice of this and quickly removed you from his grasp. 

you peered your eyes at him, while his dark bug-liked eyes looked at yours. he quickly caught your lips between his, tongue quickly exploring your mouth as he made his way into your shared apartment.

“missed you so much, illu.” you managed to gasp out. he let out a small hum before ending his assault on your lips. “‘m sorry.” he mumbled out, burying his face between the crook of your neck, leaving a few kisses there. “sorry for being gone for so long.”

you combed through illumi’s hair as he went on his rant about him being sorry for not being in your presence for so long. “‘s okay illumi. i forgive you. i’m just glad your home safe and uninjured.” 

you felt illumi’s rare smile melt itself into your shoulder. 

“do you need anything right now?” you questioned, still combing your fingers through his hair and massaging his scalp. he let out a low groan from your movements as he responded with, “i just need you right now.” 

“only you.”

2023 © originally posted by @kentofication. please do not copy, translate, repost, or plagiarize. (reblogs are appreciated!)

[white-poppie]

Serenade my Senses

Synopsis: How I think different characters smell like Fandoms: Hunter x Hunter, Death Note, HAIKYU!!, Jujutsu Kaisen, Tokyo Revengers

A/n: The amount of research I had to do for this fic...

⁺ 𓋼𓍊 Earthy. 🌿 

They smell earthy. Just like their warm and inviting demeanour; their fragrance is sensual, rich, elegant, timeless and grounded. Bathed in pine. Like the aroma of aftershave and shaving foams, soft and creamy. It gives a mature and domestic vibe like sweet moments spent with your family. Their signature has a faint essence of myrrh and sandalwood swirling around, the first image that comes to your mind is that of wood smoke, cedar sap, and burning leaves.

🌱 Light, DAICHI, Akaashi, Kita, USHIJIMA, DRAKEN, Inupi, Nanami, Illumi

. ⁺ Condimental ｡ ⚔️

They smell exotic. Intoxicated and thrilling. It reminds you of an heir of an exotic country, away from the world. They remind you of satisfaction through messed-up goals and no care in the world. Just chasing the high of life. Their signature is aromatic in the sense of sprinkle of saffron, nutmeg and the finest of spices to exist. Leather, hookah and Tobacco; reek of adventure and authority. It's challenging and makes you scrunch your nose in intimidation and delight.

🦂 BAJI, Izana, Tendou, TERUSHIMA, Kyotani, Hisoka,

⁎ .࿓ Bouge ۫💳

They smell rich, of crisp dollars and metallic collectables. They smell of power, comfort and luxury. Like a bronze statue and old whiskey; daring and audacious. Their signature is a warm blend of Jasmine and imported whiskey, lingering with notes of brown sugar and patchouli. It's seductive and intoxicating in the sense that makes your mouth salivate.

⚜️ KOKONOI, Kisaki, Senju, TAKEOMI LEV, Rindou, CHROLLO, Megumi

‧₊˚ Saccharine. ☁️ ⋆

They smell incredibly sweet. Like freshly washed sheets on a summer afternoon, the scent envelops you into sleep, embracing you in its hold. The kind of scent that makes you want to bury your face in their clothes. It's tamed like freshly baked cookies and new books. Their signature scent holds the essence of vanilla, cherry blossom, amber and caramel. Like an intimate moment shared through fleeting time.

🍡 L, Near, KURAPIKA, Kite, Kenma, Osamu, SUGAWARA, Shinichiro, MITSUYA, Yuji, YUUTA, TOGE

꙳ Floral ₊﹒🥀

They smell of flowers. Like going cycling in a park, picking up pretty flowers and tucking it behind your ears. Like dusting your clothes when they are dirt-laden, only for you to get a whiff or a tangy and sharp scent only to realize it's not all soft-- it holds the value of walking through a musty wine cellar over a rose garden.

Their signature plays around with bright hits of lemon and raspberry tempering the flowery magnolia and violet notes.

🪷 CHIFUYU, KAZUTORA, Wakasa, BOKUTO, Nishinoya, Pakunoda, Leorio, GETOU, Junpei

˚ ⁎ ◜ Musk ▚ 🥃

They smell incredibly strong and masculine. Similar to Bouge, but much harsher. While bouge reeks of stability, Musk reeks of insanity, cigarettes, lipstick stains and bite marks. It is frenzy-like continental, but much wilder, brazen and savage. It reminds you of prestigious auctions yet at the same time of underground fighting rinks.

They stink of cigar blunts, faux leather, concentrated whiskey and gasoline with main notes of mint and cumin. It's the scent that makes your eyes roll to the back of your head in delight.

🏍 KUROO, SUNA, ATSUMU, Ukai, HANMA, TAIJU, RAN, SANZU TOJI, GOJO

♠︎ 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜 

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[chrollohearttags]

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 :) 🫶🏾

[morphodae]

“Love? Is everything alright?”

He stops in his tracks by the doorway when he sees the dejected look on your face. Your attention is on the illuminated screen in front of you as words threaten to tear down the pieces of you that are already hanging by a thread.

He inches closer and reaches for your phone; you make no move to stop him and he’s surprised at how light your grip is. His eyes scan across the screen and the toxic words that others are saying to you. The frown is evident on his face and he holds back a bitter remark out of fear that bringing it up would only make your feelings worse.

You watch, emotionlessly, as he tosses the phone aside and climbs into bed with you, open arms envelop you in a warm, hazy hug.

The ice encasing your heart is slowly thawing and you try your hardest not to let the overflow of emotions burst at the seams.

“You don’t need any of them, any of that. I’m here. You only need me.”

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~Any of your faves

[mamayan]

⚠️ 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.

[miyaur]

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

[tinfairies]

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.

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.

[27thswan]

❝ 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞, 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥, 𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐭? ❞ multifandom x gn!reader

— ❝ 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

— ❝ 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

— ❝ 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

[kentofication]

✩ — characters : feitan portor.

✩ — synopsis : you and feitan going to a park.

✩ — genre : fluff.

✩ — word count : 0.1k+

✦ taking feitan to the park would be so hilarious.

✦ imagine feitan scouting out the playground and a group of kids come and ask him if he wants to play with them.

✦ of course, he denies their request but you force feitan too because he would be so nice with children.

✦ at least you thought so.

✦ he started chasing them around the park at high speed and efficiency. all of them tripping on their own feet, crying and pouting that they lost to a 5'1 grown ass man.

✦ feitan would try to run away from the children but they would find him and force him to play different games.

✦ you and other mothers would sit at the bench and just eye at the pack of gremlins.

✦ "so, which one is yours?"

✦ you would smirk and point at your little devilish boyfriend while the other mothers would just eye at you.

✦ once he was finished torturing playing with the kids, you two went home where he told you all of the torture you would endure that night.

✦ and boy was it fun!

✩ — a/n ; for god help me please (imagine him just tripping on the grass and landing face flat on the grass).

[fateisfiction]

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.

[white-poppie]

⏜ ࣪ 𓄹𝘒𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘮 ♥︎

Synopsis: Their 'Kiss cam' moments Fandoms: Hunter x Hunter,  Death Note, HAIKYU!!, Jujutsu Kaisen, Tokyo Revengers Warnings: A littol suggestive

A/n: Ahaha whats up..so like I survived my dust allergy problems with my lungs and now my exams are approaching...I know god gives battles to his toughest soldiers, but god must think I am Achilles/Bheem or something.

୨୧ Vœux /french/ wishes

"Oh my god oh my god, I am gonna cry if they don't score now," you prayed while crossing your fingers.

A faint snort left his lips as he savoured your crestfallen expression. Eyes focused on the game, glimmering with hope.

The way your eyebrows were knitted together and the sheer joy on your face when your team scored. You looked over at him with the biggest smile and he swore his heart was going to fall out of his chest.

His happiness wasn't long-lasting though, soon your gaze was driven to a monitor where some childish music played. He couldn't help but pout.

"It's a kiss cam," you laughed and he looked towards the screen. The first frame landed on an old couple, they kissed and the entire stadium 'awwed'. The second landed on two friends, they looked very uncomfortable, but for the sake of it, one of them kissed on other's cheek, much to the audience's disappointment. He wondered if you would do the same, after all, that's what you were...friends.

The third frame landed on two people who looked oddly like him and you...until it hit him.

He turned around to see you with expecting eyes.

"I-uhm, we don't have to, if you don't-" his eyes widened as your lips hit his, the cheering of the stadium was deaf as he closed his eyes slowly and smiled into the kiss. Leaning in and holding your face in his palms.

The camera shifted to another couple and even though the kiss was broken he still held your face, "I like you a lot!" he confessed suddenly, scared of your reaction, much to his surprise, you gleamed in joy.

"I thought I would never hear those words from you," you sighed.

CHIFUYU, Takemichi, Hakkai, SOUYA, Megumi, Toge, Killua, Matt, Lev, Kageyama, Hinata, BOKUTO, Kenma, Sugawara,

୨୧ Fitoor /urdu/ obsession

He watched the game with passion, occasional glances towards you, he couldn't help but ogle at how pretty you looked, wearing his favourite team's jersey just because of him, even though you had no interest in the game, you happily agreed to come along with your 'friend to keep him company.

How he convinced you to wear his extra jersey because 'what is the point of cheering without merch?' A big excuse just to see you in his clothes. It was kind of sad how you didn't pick his clues of how obsessed he truly was with you.

He smirked and continued watching the game, the grin growing wider as he heard the all-familiar song play in the background.

Both of you clapped every time anyone kissed, what you didn't know was that he had to pray to whatever deity was there to make the cam land on the two of you...and it did.

Your eyes widened as you laughed awkwardly, ear and face turning super hot.

He turned to you and flashed you a dangerous grin that caused butterflies to erupt in your stomach.

He pulled you by the base of your neck and kissed you deeply. It was hungry, heated and wild like some animal who had been holding off his hunger for too long, and now that it was satiated he couldn't help but pounce impatiently.

He felt guilty about it too, he wanted the two of your' first kiss to be a bit more romantic.

A gasp elicited from your mouth as he bit on your lips. To the audience, it might have seemed like a fiery kiss and nothing more, but you could hear the growls that rumbled from his chest.

When he finally pulled away, the game had already begun, his lips were shining with your lip gloss and his chest heaved deeply.

God. What had you gotten yourself into?

BAJI, NAHOYA, Mello, GOJO, Getou, Sukuna, Feitan, Hisoka, KUROO, TENDOU, Oikwaa, Suna, ATSUMU, OSAMU

୨୧ Yuan-fen /chinese/ when two people are meant to be together by destiny

One moment ago both of you were watching this extremely boring game, sleepy and yawning and the other moment your hearts were hammering like crazy as the pink frame showed your faces.

His breath hitched so sharply that you couldn't help but feel a pang in your chest. Was he that revolted by the thought of kissing you?

His hand slowly sneaked into yours, pulling you from the trance, "its up to you if you want to or not," he said ignoring the chants of 'kiss!' 'kiss!' that were shouted.

"Don't let other people pressurize you into doing something you don't want to," his face eyebrows were down-turned and his lips had this sad smile etched on them.

"What about you?" you questioned, "I- w-want too, but you sound like you don't."

His eyebrows shot up as he grinned proudly, "I would love to," he whispered, closing the distance between the two of you.

His lips moved rhythmically against yours, softly capturing them in a state of euphoria, your hands bunched up his shirt around his shoulders. He pulled away with a small peck on your lips and the silliest grin on his face.

You couldn't help but rest your head on his shoulders for the rest of the game.

MITSUYA, DRAKEN, Mikey, Inupi, NANAMI, YUUTA, Daichi, AKAASHI, KURAPIKA, L

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Also Check out: L'appel du vide

Synopsis: Your husband, Hanma Shuji is dead! You team up with Tachibana Naoto, Chifuyu Matsuno, Ryuguji Ken and Mitsuya Takashi, you go on a journey full of betrayals and twists. Can you find out what really happened to your husband?

[narrators-journal]

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.

[rotyoursoul]

Imagine

Illumi’s feelings for his unyielding (captive) darling have become taxing. Thankfully, he is a problem solver. [TW: YANDERE themes / Minors DNI]

“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.”

[chrollohearttags]

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

[villainbait]

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!

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.

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?”