#hxh x female reader

[selfishdoll]

WHAT A WASTE ! ft. feitan portor ೀ ׅ ۫ . ㅇ

▌   you wanted it so bad, you don’t get to stop.  𐚁֙࿐ㅤㅤ it’s a shame, truly a shame; you being unable to contain yourself whilst your classmate examined your body for an assignment. but it’s fine, really— feitan doesn’t mind completing a detailed exam.

CONTENT WARNING(S) 𐚁֙࿐ㅤㅤ ooc feitan, please understand it’s been a minute since i’ve watch hxh & i’m going off my own interpretation plus a bestie’s. so if you expect him to be the perfect characterization you have the wrong fic | heavy degradation w/ minimal amounts of praise | strangers to ? (will there be a part 2.. maybe 🤭) | spanking | manhandling | usage of the words “slut, minx, & whore.” | all is consensual & feitan asks ofc | multiple orgasms | dacryiphilia | unprotected sex | creampie | cowgirl | reader is taller then feitan but he’s stronger then her | pussy slapping | overstimulation | hair pulling | softer feitan at the end? | impact! play | hints of sadist(?) feitan | accidental recording | feitan “threatens” to send the video to their professor (he wouldn’t actually do it, far too possessive..) | bitch is used once | etc. if i forgot something please let me know.

AUTHOR’S NOTE 𐚁֙࿐ㅤㅤ i’m sure assignments like these are not actually done but i got the idea randomly when seeing fanart of him. also expect more works of feitan, chrollo, & maybe the other adult characters except hisoka. also he wasn’t as mean as he should have been because i’m a very sensitive person & it shows in my writing 😭. and always please excuse any typos & grammar mistakes. 4K+ WORDS

Snap! The sound of the thin gloves had you jumping for a split second, eyes carrying away from the phone taking in your position on your bed to the man standing just a few feet away from you. Feitan Portor, a classmate you’ve never got the pleasure of talking to. Which wasn’t surprising at all, given he ignored just about everyone in class.

Eyes focused on his notes, the textbook, or glued to the images of the human anatomy your professor would plaster upon her smartboard. Those were the only instances you could remember of the unimpressionable man.

Yet now, here he was; in your room adjusting the gloves on his hand whilst you waited ever so patiently.

Becoming a surgical resident was a grueling process on its own, but having to work with the most quiet man alive just made it even worse. You felt so uncomfortable, wondering if you should speak or not— if it was alright to breathe.

As, no matter where you looked, said, or did; he seemed to be agitated.

Or maybe that was just his face, who knows?

A step in your direction caused the thoughts to dissipate, eyes flicking over to the man that stood off to the side of you. His eyes looked at you expectantly, impatience enveloping his gaze. Such intensity caused a sheepish sorry to escape your glossed lips, pushing off the slippers you wore with a hum. You then turned your body to lay across your plush blankets, arms stuck to your sides whilst your head rested on your pillow. A soft breath flew from your nose, tensing the moment he stepped closer.

The idea of the group project was being able to label the muscles of a human off paper. You were sure this type of assignment was for closer students but you drew the short end of the stick. Then again, it wasn’t too bad; Feitan didn’t seem like the perverted type— you highly doubted he would take advantage of such a situation.

His form moved closer, knees pressed against your bed as his hands hovered above you. Feitan’s eyes fell to your legs, mentally deciding to start there first.

Which.. wasn’t the best for you.

As his hands dragged up from his ankles and further; lips moving to utter the muscles beneath your skin— you felt a warmth brew inside you. Was it the feathery touches? Maybe you were touched starved even..

Either way, as he got closer and closer to your middle; you felt the heat threatening to spill over. Fuck.. you were done.

His hands were.. warm, the feeling seeping through the thin blue gloves he wore— large, a complete contrast to his smaller form, which barely reached your bust. They ghosted you perfectly, teetering between respectful and disinterested as they brushed your covered hip. Maybe you really were touch starved, or maybe an inkling of attraction towards the man rested deep within you. Either didn’t matter given the little gasp and flinch that escaped you was clear as day.

Feitan’s hands stopped just on your lower stomach, eyes snapping to your face. Oh, was he annoyed. Aggravated you had interrupted him whilst attempting to complete the assignment. Your manicured fingers bundled the plush blankets beneath you, lips parting slowly to speak;

“‘M sorry..”

“Your constant twitching is bothersome.” The man hissed softly, eyebrows brushing close as his face turned to glance back down your body. “A single touch and you’re trembling..” Feitan spoke, actions solidifying his words the moment a hand grasped your hip, thumb pressing into your plump, covered skin. The warmth you felt from his hand was stimulating, trickling between your legs— causing the plush limbs to push together. An action the man caught easily.

An annoyed sigh escaped him, hand withdrawing from your body whilst his eyes bore into your form. “What a waste.. getting aroused during an exam, specifically when we were so close to being done.”

“I am not.. I am not aroused.”

The man sucked his teeth at your words, eyebrows pushing even closer together as irritation formed his features. Feitan remained unmoving for a moment, simply staring you down before he leaned over, taking your cheeks in a tight grip and lifting you a bit off the bed. “So you’re not only a slut, you’re a lying one at that.”

A hiss tugged his words, fingerprints pushing into your heated skin whilst his eyes stared you down— daring you to deny. A stranger he was, nothing more than a classmate yet; here you were, so open and pliable for him. Staring up at him as if the venom spewing from his lips were the sweetest things ever.

Your head tilted down just a tad, gripping the sheets as you struggled to hold his gaze. “‘M not a slut either.”

“A pervert then—“ Feitan countered easily, fingers tapping against your skin while tilting his head. The moment your lips pulled into the tiniest pout a grin was pulling his own, thumb reaching over to press against your glossed mouth, “— is that more fitting? You laying here; waiting so desperately to be touched..” Feitan removed his hand from your face slowly, watching in amusement at the way you tried to follow his grasp.

“What a display really.. the only thing that is missing, is you begging.”

The anticipation welling inside you was threatening to explode, thighs pushed close as the heat rose within the room. Feitan enjoyed such a sight, piercing eyes taking you in— interest for once swirling in his irises. Finally, his eyebrows rose, even going as far as tilting his head.

Breath escaped you as you took him in, Feitan Portor your classmate and very much a stranger. And despite such formalities here you were, gripping the sheets, lips parted as pretty pleas escaped you.

Feitan sighed softly reaching down once again, taking your cheeks in his hand; a grasp you’ve already come to adore. “Speak up.” He hissed, fingers pressing into your hot chubby cheeks whilst his gaze never left you.

“Ple..please Feitan, please— I need you..” You cried out, eyes dipping down as the embarrassment settled in. Feitan didn’t allow this to settle for long, hand dropping to collect your chin more and pushing you to force the gaze.

“Need me?..” His tone was airy, a snicker even passing through his lips; such sound causing further shyness to trickle down your spine. “We’ve only just met.. just interacted,” Feitan drawled and not so gently pushed you to lay across your bed, crawling over your form. Your legs parted to rest on other side of him, gripping the sheets in excitement.

“And yet, you need me. Such a desperate thing, aren’t you?” Feitan dipped down close, hands pressed on either sides of your head, hovering just above your face. He watched as your eyes fluttered close, surely expecting a kiss. Instead his face was dropping to your neck, teeth sinking into your skin abruptly.

The hiss, mixed gasp that escaped you was loud, hands flying to his black shirt whilst he sucked and bit into your skin; dark marks forming from the attention. His hands moved across your body, falling down to your thighs— sliding under them to push them even wider. Once satisfied he was moving in closer, pushing your dress up to your stomach whilst using his free hand glide across your covered slit. Your hips rose to find friction, yelping the moment he pinched you lightly.

“Quit moving..” Feitan huffed, fingers pressing just a bit harder against your covered wetness, finding your clit and slowly stroking it. The little sparks of pleasure were sweet but barely enough, the burning impatience brewing inside you caused a whine to escape your throat. The dark-haired male clicked his tongue, eyes flicking from your thighs to your face. “Impatient slut..” He hissed, hand pulling from your covered, wet cunt.

You wanted to whine again, but instead— Feitan forced a sharp yelp out of you the moment his palm struck your pussy. Your thighs closed around his hand, tears springing into your eyes as the pleasure and pain combined into a single, sickeninly sweet feeling. The grin on his face was telling, clearly delighted by the high pitched cry that escaped you so freely.

A sound he chased; pushing at your thighs again and slapping the exact same spot. A wet sound entered the room, followed by an even sharper cry from your mouth. Your body rose up off the bed, cunt throbbing from the attention as your heart pounded against your chest.

A snicker, one far too sinister escaped the man above you, pushing your thighs back down to the bed. “Hurts doesn’t it?..” The humor was clear in his tone, pushing you even wider as his eyes trained on the prize between them. “As if I could tell, making such a mess all over your sheets.” Feitan claimed, reaching over and finally; peeling your ruined panties from your body.

The undergarment was tossed to the side, his thumbs pulling your folds as his eyes focused completely on your wet sex. Clit throbbing, hole clenching around nothing, you truly were such a mess.

“Feitan..” You spoke softly, nearly shifting under his gaze if it wasn’t for the quick glare he sent you. You decided to simply bunch your dress up in your hands, eyes fluttering closed the moment his fingers gliding across your abused slit.

Slowly, the man collected your arousal onto his still gloved fingers, the thin latex pressing against your wet cunt. And without warning, two digits were pressing into your awaiting hole; sinking all the way down to his knuckles. Feitan didn’t wait for you either, scissoring and thrusting them in and out of you— the soft squelches soon filling the room.

Your moans escaped you freely, acrylics gripping your dress as your legs threatened to close. His fingers hit all the right places as precise and calculated as he was with suturing. So perfect.. fuck, so so perfect; you felt your brain getting hazy, cries of pleasure escaping as his fingers pushed against your hot gummy walls— essence spilling with each push.

As if the pleasure couldn’t get any better his thumb lowered to your begging bud, teasing it for a moment just to hear you whine— right before rubbing harsh circles into the sensitive button. Feitan’s eyes captured it all, free hand gripping your other thigh to assure you didn’t move an inch.

If you wanted.. needed him so bad, you would be sure to take everything he gave you.

Once the third finger pushed in, you were thrown off the edge; groaning at the sudden stretch yet moaning as it worked in tandem with the other fingers. He played with you so easily, pushing spots with just his fingers— much deeper then your own has ever reached.

“F—fuck.. Feitan.. feels soo good—!”

Feitan grinned down at your display, listening to the breathy praises that continued to escape you. How you begged so much for a release, hips rising to meet the thrusts of his fingers; withering beneath him. “What a fucking mess..” He drawled, eyes flicking to his hand to watch your sticky arousal coating the blue latex. This only caused his expression to deepen, quickening the pace of his hand whilst hanging his head; mouth brushing against your ear.

“This was the only thing you were thinking about, weren’t you? The moment I walked into your bedroom, you were just itching to feel me.. such a perverted slut— [Name].”

His words, tone, the way his fingers bullied your insides; Feitan was just so fucking mean. Yet here you were, eyes rolling to the back of your skull while the loudest moan escaped you, making a mess of his hand. Your arousal trickled down his fingers to his palm, ruining his glove even further.

However, even as your orgasm raked through your body his fingers never stopped moving; pushing you further and further, sensitivity rising as breathy whines escaped you. Forgoing his threat from earlier, your hand lowered to his wrist. With each movement the muscle was tensing, your thumb pressed against his pulse to feel his rapid heartbeat— in sync with your own.

“Ca—can’t fuck it’s too much!”

Such noises fell on deaf ears, his pace continuing but not moving your hand. The man wouldn’t dare say he enjoyed your grasp around his wrist.

“Too much?..” Feitan mocked, gripping your thigh when you attempted to shut your legs. The pretty whines escaping your throat was answer enough, his eyes gleaming with excitement as his thumb continued working circles into your clit; fingers never faltering inside your wet walls.

From just his fingers, just his fingers you were so lost. A fucking babbling mess whose long forgotten the entire purpose of him being in your room.

Your stomach tightened, the feeling bordering on painful, as your next orgasm got closer and closer. Pushing through the pain, your hips rocked against his fingers, desperate for the euphoric feeling again— only for it to be snatched away the moment he removed his fingers.

Your clit throbbed, hole fluttering around nothing as your hazy gaze soon focused on the man between your legs. The annoyed moan that escaped you was shameless, lips slick with your saliva pushed into a pout. “Why’d you.. I was so close!” You spoke, watching his eyelids lower.

Feitan moved to hover over your body, hands sinking into the spaces beside your head whilst pressing his hips to your own. “Said it was too much, right? Or are you already too fucked out to remember?” His hips moved slow, grinding the hardon within his pants into your wet, uncovered slit, your essence darkening his bottoms.

You weren’t given a second to dwell on his words or even muster a reply. Because the moment his hips moved yours were as well, head knocking back against your blankets as the light pleasure danced up your spine; stirring you inside. Your hands rose to bunch his shirt in your fingers, shaking underneath him as the desperation oozed from your heated body.

Feitan’s hand rose, taking your braids in a secure hold, pulling your head up from the bed to bring you a breath’s away. “Humping me like some bitch in heat.. So fucking needy.” A hiss hugged his words, as if aggravated from your actions. However, he was far from irritated, far from angry— enjoying you far too much.

You just looked so pretty like this; wet trails running down your chubby cheeks, dress and blankets wrinkled, with your legs wide— a clear invitation to ruin you even further. The sight was.. unbelievable, one he was delighted to keep all to himself.

“Feitan, please..” You dragged, hips pushing against him more, craving the friction and something else. He should have slapped your thigh or even pinch you for your impatience but fortunately for you, Feitan was just as needy. A huff escaped you as he released your hair, hands dropping to your hips. You silently questioned this, only for him to pull you up, you in his lap with his legs hanging off the bed.

You hovered above his lap, watching intently as he shoved off his bottoms; revealing his hard, long length. The tip was bubulous and red, a contrast to his paler skin. What’s more, pretty white pearls of precum oozed from the slit, twitching from the cool air in the room. Your hands found his shoulders, eyes flicking to his face as nerves settled in the pit of your stomach.

Feitan didn’t do much to ease your anxiety, even finding it a bit comical. His hand rose, shifting under your dress to stroke the dimples etched into your lower back. “What’s wrong?.. Don’t tell me you’re backing out now, [Name].” He watched as your eyebrows pushed together, lips pulled into an annoyed pout.

“I’m not..” You huffed softly, nails digging into his skin as your hips lowered just a smidge, jumping the moment his tip bumped against your throbbing bud. “Just.. g—give me a second.” You spoke, hips moving, lining his cock up with your entrance. A whimper escaped you the moment his tip breached the warm space, sinking down slowly whilst more breaths escaped you.

His hands were steady on your body, holding you up and watching in excitement as you trembled. Your walls clenched around him, slick coating his length as you reached just the middle. The stretch teetered between painful and pleasurable, eyes closed shut as you allowed yourself a moment of rest. A moment that dissipated rather quickly, given Feitan lifted his hips; shoving his length the rest of the way inside.

You tipped over, leaning into him as a sharp whine escaped you. You fisted his shirt, seated completely in his lap as huffs escaped you. “Feitan—!” You cried out, feeling his hand lift to the back of your head, taking your braids in his hand as he lifted you from his form.

“Such a crybaby..” Despite his words, his eyes searched you for any discontent or actual pain, lip tucked behind his teeth. When he found neither — ignoring the light feeling in his chest — the man’s hand fell to your hips, gripping the plump flesh. His fingers dug into your sides, lifting you up off his length until only the tip resided inside— before pulling you back down.

The moan that escaped you was far too sweet, nails pushed into his skin as your hips began to move without restraint. You were so uncoordinated, so fucking messy as you bounced up and down his cock; whimpers thrumming from your throat. The sounds carried around the room; the wet slaps each time you slammed down, your desperate moans, and the subtle grunts Feitan would release every so often.

With each moment of your hips his tip was striking the sweet spot inside you, your walls clenching around his slick length— fresh tears beading and threatening to spill over. A hand rose from your hip, driving up the plane of your stomach to grip one of your breasts; pinching and rolling your nipple between his fingers just to hear your voice pitch.

Feitan, Feitan, Feitan! His name was falling from your lips like some type of prayer, knees digging into the mattress as the pleasure consumed your body. You were so fucking lost, lost in the throes of it all with only him to guide you. A faulty anchor he was, pulling you deeper and deeper; leaving your mind so hazy and bleak.

The show you were unveiling was such a delight, the man far too happy to have the front row seats. He pushed closed, hips rising to meet your drops as he grew just a breath’s away. “Keep clenchin’ me so much.. you’re close aren’t you?” Feitan’s voice was ragged, feeling your breath fan across his face. The whimpers that escaped you was enough of an answer, his hand rising to your throat to simply hold— placing his lips onto your own for the first time this afternoon.

The kiss was as heated as the rest of the room, as intense as the moment his hands settled onto your skin. Feitan’s tongue intruded your mouth, licking into the wet cavern to claim as his own. And the moment you attempted to pull away to breathe, his teeth were sinking into your bottom lip; swallowing you back up.

It didn’t matter if you were on top or not, you and him both knew who was in control.

Your hands rose, curling into his black tresses as you felt your peak approaching quickly. You moaned and whined into his mouth, legs shaking as the band tightened deep in your stomach. The tears were flowing freely now, Feitan releasing you this time to hear the haste babbles that escaped you.

“Fu..fuck Feitan! I—I’m gonna come—!” You cried out, the bounces becoming even messier. You felt his hot hands fall to your ass, slapping a cheek as if encouraging you to ruin yourself even further.

“Fucking minx..” Feitan hissed out, eyebrows pinched close, cock twitching within you. “Make a mess than.. don’t hold it.” The confirmed huff was enough for you, creaming all over his dick as you arched into him. The feeling caused a shiver to run down the man’s spine, hissing as you clamped around him.

As you rode out your high, your movements slowed— lurching forward the moment his palm slapped your ass again. The high-pitched whine that threatened to escape was quickly overshadowed by his words;

“I never said stop, did I?” His hand traveled to your hair again, tugging just to hear you whine again. “You wanted it so bad, you don’t get to stop.” Feitan spoke, gripping you to keep you grounded before lifting you up and off his length. The added fact he was matching each thrust was enough for you, head tossed back as the moans slipped from your bruised lips freely and shamelessly— eyes meeting the back of your skull.

The breathes that escaped you was strained, the pleasure far too much but you being unable to run from it. It seems his height went to his strength, holding you so fucking tightly you couldn’t move an inch. Leaving you defenseless, making you take every inch without mercy. The sensitivity dissipated quickly, leaving behind unadulterated ecstasy that caused stars to invade your vision.

Proper words no longer escaped you, babbles of his name and praises replacing such intelligible speech. But Feitan knew enough what you were trying to say, grin still plastered on his features, like some type of madman.

You were sore all over, struggling to keep going but so desperately chasing the release that was bubbling inside of you. You fell forward, forehead brushing his own as his tip brushed your cervix. The pain mingled with the pleasure easily, cunt pulsating around him as you felt yourself grow closer and closer.

In the past hour Feitan had grown to know your body. Each twitch, spasm— everything. He didn’t need to be warned of your climax, especially since he felt the way your walls clenched with urgency. Such a feeling pushed him closer to his own end, blunt nails etching crescents into your sun-kissed skin as he rose up off the bed; fucking you even harder.

The two of you leaned forward for a sloppy, messy kiss; moaning and groaning into the other’s mouth. The hurried slaps of skin on skin contact intensified for a split moment before stuttering as the man spilled inside you.

This was enough for you, coming on his dick again; your releases mixing together and trickling down his cock. Slowly, the two of you pulled back from the kiss; a string of saliva connecting your lips.

Your chests brushed against each other, breath heavy and fanning against the other. The flat of his palms pushed against your waist, pulling back to look at you. “Get off me.”

“Give me a moment to breathe, Fei.” You spoke, used to his harsh tone by now. Despite the small annoyed sigh that escaped him, the man didn’t push you off; even leaning back onto his hands and allowing you to remain in his lap— length still inside your wet sex.

A pleased sigh escaped you, arms tightening around his neck as you leaned into him fully. His eyes darted to the side of your face for a moment, an unreadable expression crossing his features.

A comfortable silence covered the room for a moment before Feitan spoke again, amusement etched into his words;

“I wonder if the professor will like our.. exam.”

Your eyes flew open at this, glancing down at the grin plastered onto his features. Sure enough, the moment you turned, you spotted your phone on your tripod— still recording.

The next ten minutes was spent fighting the shorter man for your phone, him managing to grab it, and you pleading for the video to not be sent.

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[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Dating Ging Freeces

Ging Freecss x fem! reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of sex/intimacy but nothing actually happens

A/N: Why do I do this? Because I'm me and I have little dignity left

*slams head against wall repeatedly*

Tiffany you dumb bitch why do you have to develop stupid crushes on toxic men

*rests head on wall, take deep breath*

Ok I'm fine now

Being with Ging is annoying to say the least

Honestly you probably wonder daily why you are still with this man 🤨

But love is a crazy thing YN

In all honestly, Ging is probably more the fwb type

He doesn't like to be tied down

As evident by his lack of parenting to Gon 🙃

Gon you sweet angel you deserve so much better 😫

He'd probably be like "It's ok my dad's an amazing hunter :D"

So if you are looking for a "relationship without labels" Ging's the guy for you

When you first met him, you were turned off by his brass attitude and rude behavior

He's might be shy but he's outspoken on alot of things

If you are a ruins hunter like him, he will test your knowledge, constantly feeling the need to on up you 😒

Yep he's one of THOSE guys

But don't let it bother you YN

Don't play into his games because we all know he's just testing you

When he tries to one up you, just say "oh thats nice"

Ging 👉🏻😐😑

There is no real definite moment in your relationship where you become a couple

Honestly you guys just start hanging out together and that's kind of it

Actually you two probably just sort of form of truce and that's it 🤷‍♀️

Intimacy doesn't start right away

And like your relationship, it kind of just happens

Like Ging will just walk up to you one day, kiss you passionately and that's all she wrote 😅

Intimacy does happen often when he's with you

I will give him this, I think he's a pretty passionate guy

He's also romantic but not on purpose

Will take you to some of the most gorgeous places on earth without even thinking about it

Mans enjoys the little things life has to offer and wants to experience them with you

While he might be romantic, he will also just up and leave you 🙄

After a night of passion don't be surprised if you wake up in a bed alone

He will leave you a note on the pillow that says something like

"I'm off. I'll reach out soon. Ging"

You will have to be pretty secure to be in a relationship with Ging

Mans will not contact you for weeks or even MONTHS!

And when he does, it's not much

Just a text or two

BUT they are cute 🥺

"*sends picture of gorgeous landscape* I can't wait to bring you here" or "the only thing that could make this place more beautiful is you"

😫😫😫 mans is romantic

He's also possessive and jealous as HELL

Seriously, you two might not have a defined relationship

But Ging will make it VERY well know that you are his and his alone

Even if some guy is merely talking to you, Ging is in the corner, glaring 😑

He's literally a child YN

Gon and Killua are more mature 🙄

You are a social and sweet person

Many hunters think of you as a literal Angel sent from heaven

And they truly have no clue why you are with Ging 😒

Honestly that's the question that surrounds most of the Zodiac meetings

Oh, btw you and Ging serve on the zodiac council together

And while Ging rarely shows up, you often get hounded about you relationship

Totally get thrown under the bus with that one YN

"Alright before we start does anyone have any issues to being up?"- Miss Cheadle asks

"Yeah I have a question, YN when are you going to realize how shitty Ging is and dump his dumbass?"- Kanzai asks

You 👉🏻😐🙄

"Seriously YN you are gorgeous and perfect and Ging, well Ging is Ging!"- Pyon asks

"Everyone please! This isn't a quarrem about YN and Ging's love life"- Cheadle adds

"Thank you"- you

"Even if we are all confused as to why someone like YN would date Ging, we should be respectful"- Cheadle

You 👉🏻😐 thank you

"I mean, the man is a literal child abandoning jerk who rarely shows up to meetings but it's not about that! I'm sure Ging and YN make a great couple"- Cheadle

You 👉🏻😐 yep

"And I'm sure whatever weird connection they have makes them both happy even if Ging tends to ruin everything"- Cheadle

You 👉🏻 ight imma head out ✌🏻

I told you, you gotta be tough to be in a ship with Ging YN

And when Ging does show up to meetings, you can bet there is ONE person who will irritate him to no end

"I'm so sorry to keep everyone waiting, where is Miss YN?"- Pariston says smirking at Ging

Ging will probably growl at the mere mention of your name from Pariston's lips

You come in the conference room and take you seat next to Ging

"I'm sorry, Beans needed my help with something"- you say smiling and sitting down

"Miss YN you are always so kind and giving! I would live to have someone like you working at my agency"- Pariston smirks

Ging will seriously be growling so loud at this point

YN do something 😫

"Pariston, thank you but I'm very happy where I am"- you say calmly

Ging grabs your hand under the table because the feral man needs to chill out

But don't worry, that won't stop Pariston

Oh no no no

Because he's equally as annoying as Ging 🙃

God I'd HATE being a member of the zodiacs with those two on board 🥴

At every turn, Pariston is trying to get under Ging's skin

"Miss YN, can I just say how beautiful you look today?"- rat man

Ging 👉🏻😑😠

You 👉🏻 😐 🙄 thank you Pariston

"Miss YN you should be vice chairman when become chairman. I'd love to work closely with you"- Pariston

"OVER MY DEAD BODY RAT"- Ging yells 🤬

You 👉🏻😐🤦‍♀️ thanks Pariston but I think I'll pass

But the absolute best thing EVER happened during the question and answer session the zodiacs held for the hunters

You know the one where Leorio punched Ging 🤪

Honestly classic 👌🏻

You sat there while the crowd applauded Leorio for his amazing performance

"I told you to go visit him"- you say as Ging gets up from the floor, rolling your eyes

As you stand up to check on Ging, you cross in front of Pariston

Causing the rat to stick his leg out and "accidently" trip you

As you fall, gracefully 💅🏼

My headcanons and I always wished I was graceful so let me live my dreams ☺️

Pariston stands quickly and catches you mid fall, like in one of those romance books

You stare into his eyes, blushing

"My goodness Miss YN, are you-"

Before he can finish, Ging's fist is connecting with Pariston's face and that's all she wrote

"I said, get the HELL away from my girlfriend you rat"- Ging

You 👉🏻👁👄👁 girlfriend?

The zodiacs 👉🏻😱 he finally admitted it

All the Hunters 👉🏻 standing ovation for Ging punching Pariston 👏🏻

It's like the WWE up in here!

After the meeting, you help patch Ging up

"Girlfriend huh??"- You say trying not the smile

Ging rolls his eyes

"Well it's true isn't it?" He scoffs

"Yeah I guess just never thought I'd see the day"- you shrug

"Well I guess I just need to introduce you to Gon then"- Ging says

"Oh I already met him"- you waving your hand

Ging 👉🏻😃 whet-

"Yeah Kite introduced us. He's a really sweet boy Ging, not sure where he got that from"- you chuckle

"Hey I'm sweet! I defended you against Pariston didn't I?!?"- Ging groans

"Like I couldn't have handled him? How do you think I've managed at meetings when you don't show up?"- You

Ging 👉🏻😑 I'm going to kill that asshole!

You roll your eyes knowing Ging is a true man of his word 🥰

[shadowsphere]

Hello! 👋🏼 can I request a Gotoh/Reader smut scenario where he meets reader while out on orders and things get pretty heated 👀? Thank you 🙏🏼

Oh, I forgot to specify I’d prefer that the reader is female (as per the gotoh request, and that nothing too crazy happens, if that’s okay) thank you 😅

🔮Errand Distraction ─ Gotoh

☽ Featuring: Gotoh x Fem! Reader

☽ Request? ✓ I hope I understood by what you meant when you said nothing too crazy happens. If I didn't, I'm so sorry. Also, sorry it takes so long to get to what you really want to see, I just like building background. Where you see the line is where the story actually starts.

☽ Includes: flirting, making out, dom! gotoh, teasing, semi-public make out, semi-large age gap, reader is in her 20s and gotoh is in his 30s, grinding, almost caught, sexual tension, groping, neck kisses, hickeys, i almost put a plot twist at the end because i love forcing people to wake up and realize it was nothing but a dream however i didn't this time

☽ Synopsis: Gotoh only had one job, a job he was used to doing, yet he managed to mess up the easiest job ever by getting distracted.

☽ minors do not interact

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Gotoh had took a monthly survey of what the Zoldyck household needed.

As a butler, it was his job to make sure that the family had everything they desired. So, he started with the oldest family member: Maha Zoldyck. The 98-year-old was the simplest member to please. Gotoh walked swiftly, his destination was the garden where Maha liked to meditate.

When he made it there, he saw the oldest member sitting down with his legs crossed, seemingly unaware of Gotoh's presence. Gotoh knew better though. With a bow, Gotoh acknowledged Maha "Master Maha, I am going on an errand run, would you like to request anything specific?"

Gotoh spoke formally but firmly, hoping that Maha wouldn't make him wait an hour before speaking. Luckily, Maha was feeling pretty merciful and spoke, his voice shaking but firm. Evidence that even though he might be older, his strength was still there.

"Yes. More clothes that fit me." Gotoh nodded in the bow position he still held and stood up straight. Maha's frame was getting smaller and smaller as he got older. He was almost as tall as Killua now and constantly needed new clothes as his body shrunk.

Gotoh then left the garden, his new destination was Silva Zoldyck's room. Gotoh knew he would find Zeno and Silva in that room, both discussing things to do with their lifestyle.

Gotoh didn't waste time. There was nothing that could distract his journey from the garden to Silva's room. That was a quality that the Zoldycks loved about him.

When Gotoh got to the room, he knocked and waited for Silva's deep voice to instruct him. "Enter." Gotoh entered the room to see Silva on his couch and Zeno sitting in front of him. Both of the men stopped their conversation to look at Gotoh who bowed in their presence.

Zeno nodded, pleased with Gotoh's consistent show of respect and Silva smiled, his benevolence and kindness shining through whatever face he tried to put on. "Gotoh, are you here for your survey?" Gotoh stood up straightly "Yes, master Silva."

Zeno thought about his options before nodding. "I want a life's saving of Kirin." Gotoh had no reaction to Zeno's outrageous request, he was used to it by now. Silva, let out a sigh at his father's request. "That's too much." Zeno laughed at how tired Silva seemed for Gotoh. "No beer is too much for us Zoldycks." Silva knew it was impossible to persuade his father to ask for anything else so he moved on.

"Gotoh, I'm fine without anything this time." Gotoh wasn't surprised, it was rare for Silva to request anything from him. Gotoh bowed again and swiftly left the room, he understood that his presence was no longer required.

Three down, six to go.

Gotoh wandered the hallways, looking for Kikyo. She could never be found and would only appear if she wanted to. Today, Gotoh was blessed with the fact that Kikyo was walking in the direction of Silva's room.

Gotoh bowed in front of her and addressed her appropriately, "Mistress Kikyo." Kikyo said nothing, impatiently waiting for Gotoh to continue on with what he wanted before he interrupted her. "I am doing my monthly survey. Is there anything you desire?" Kikyo walked passed Gotoh, and without acknowledging him at all, she spoke. "A new hat."

That interaction usually summed up how Kikyo treated Gotoh on a daily basis. He was used to it by now and moved on with his mission. Again, he was blessed. The next person he was looking for was Illumi, who was also on his way to Silva's room.

Most likely to speak about Killua.

Gotoh bowed "Master Illumi." Illumi stopped walking and stood in front of Gotoh. Unlike Kikyo, Illumi usually noticed Gotoh's presence and waited for him to speak without a care in the world. Gotoh decided to keep it short and simple, understanding that Illumi probably wanted to speak of his little brother.

"Is there anything you require?" "Scissors." A one-clipped word Something that was natural for Illumi. Gotoh straightened up and saw how Illumi bowed his head a little before moving on. Gotoh had noticed how Illumi's hair was even longer than before, understanding the need for scissors.

Gotoh made his way to Milluki's room next. Gotoh knew he had to prepare his brain to deal with the number of requests Milluki would make. The boy was very demanding and selfish, but there was nothing Gotoh could do about it.

Gotoh was at Milluki's door and knocked on it firmly. Milluki was most likely busy playing games and wouldn't hear if Gotoh knocked any other way. From inside, he could hear Milluki yell. "I'm busy! Go away!" Gotoh didn't let that deter him though, he spoke to the door instead. "Master Milluki, I am on my monthly run. Is there anything you need?"

Gotoh waited a few seconds. He couldn't walk away no matter how much he wanted to, he had to wait on the boy to answer. "The butler?! Butler, get me new figurines from Sailor Moon, the manga of One Punch Man, and the new Final Fantasy!" Gotoh's eyebrow twitched in annoyance.

No matter how long Gotoh has been here, Milluki never tried to call him by his name. Gotoh let out a sigh and walked away, making note of what Milluki wanted. Next on the list would be Killua. But the boy was out with his friend Gon.

Gotoh didn't need Killua here to know what he would want. Every month, Gotoh bought Killua chocolate and would leave it up to Illumi to find a way to give Killua his chocolate. So Gotoh moved to the second youngest.

He walked to Alluka's room, he knew what the young girl would want, but still let her have an option. Gotoh knocked softly and then walked in. Alluka was sitting in the middle of her room, surrounded by multiple stuffed animals.

Gotoh cleared his throat and Alluka looked up at him. She stopped playing with her toys and stood up quickly, which caused her to almost fall over. Luckily, she caught herself. "Mistress Alluka, do you need more stuffed animals?" Alluka, when she wasn't around Killua, was silent.

Gotoh had no idea why, but he managed to work his way around it usually. Alluka looked at the ground and nodded. She didn't really care what kind of animal she got, she was always happy with what Gotoh chose. Gotoh left as fast as he had entered and made his way outside to the youngest Zoldyck.

He was making his way to the play area where Kalluto was known for forcing himself to spend time there. However, when Gotoh got there, Kalluto was sliding down with an unamused expression on his face. Kalluto looked up when he heard footsteps and saw Gotoh.

Kalluto instantly knew what Gotoh was there for and spoke before he could do anything. "Kimino." Gotoh nodded his head and walked away. Conversations with Kalluto always ended before they started, which made Gotoh's job much easier. Gotoh made his way to the entrance of the Zoldyck manor, ready to finish his errands.

You were nervous.

You knew why, you kept count of the days until it was time for Gotoh to come to your store and ask for what he usually asked for. You didn't know how long you had this attraction for the way older male, but you couldn't resist him.

It didn't help that the more you saw him and heard him speak in that deep, monotone voice, the more your attraction and want grew. It became so bad that every time a customer walked in, you immediately looked up to see if it was him.

If it wasn't, your day would be ruined. With a store that sold everything someone could ask for, you usually got a lot of customers. Which meant your disappointment would be tripled at the end of the day.

You looked at the clock. You knew what day it was, you memorized what time Gotoh would enter the store. Today was the day you would make your move.

On cue, Gotoh walked in. A whimper almost escaped you. You haven't seen this man in a month and seeing him again affected you more than you expected it to. You cleared your throat though, you needed him to know that you found him attractive.

If he didn't reciprocate, then you would move on. If he did...you didn't know what to do.

Gotoh, following routine, walked up to the counter and started listing off everything you needed. You were focused completely on his lips, seeing how with every word he pronounces, his lips would become slightly pouty.

Gotoh had finished giving you a list of everything he needed you to get. However, you didn't move. Gotoh was staring at you confused but noticed how focused you were on him. This caused his lips to twitch a little, wanting to smirk at your obvious attraction.

Gotoh wasn't oblivious. He knew you wanted him, but Gotoh was a butler. He couldn't give you what you would end up wanting. However, he can't lie and say he doesn't find you attractive.

He's imagined multiple instances of having you in his bed, but it was an impossible wish.

Gotoh cleared his throat to get your attention. You noticed and looked up to make eye contact with Gotoh. Even though his face was stoic, his eyes were twinkling, giving away the fact that he knew what you were doing.

You gulped and started stammering, much to his amusement. "S-S-Sorry. Can you..can you repeat it?" Gotoh nodded but decided to tease you. He wanted to see how you would react to him pointing out your behavior.

"It's really rude to not listen to your customer." Gotoh watched as your face morphed into a panicked expression. This was the first time he's ever caught onto your behavior.

You were horrified.

Gotoh caught onto the fact that you weren't paying attention. Was it really that obvious? No matter how terrified you were right now, you knew this was a one-in-a-lifetime chance to flirt. You took a deep breath, then responded. "I...It's only because you're....you're really attractive."

You grimaced at how awkward you were and Gotoh found amusement in your response. He pushed his glasses up on his face and looked down at you with a tilted head. He stayed silent for so long, causing you to fidget under his gaze.

You knew you shouldn't have flirted. He's probably disgusted with you.

"Gotoh."

You stood there, confused, wondering what he was saying. Was he trying to tell you to go do your job? Gotoh noticed you were confused and sighed. "My name is Gotoh. If you find me attractive, you should know my name." You just stood there, understanding the reasoning but not being able to believe you now know the name of the man you've been pining over.

Gotoh's eyes traveled over the girl's body, taking in the fact that the outfit she was wearing fit the aura she gave off. You bit your lip, noticing how he was looking you up and down. Was he as attracted to you as you were to him?

Gotoh's eyes traveled back up to make eye contact with you and noticed how you were nibbling at your lip. He licked his own in response, the shop suddenly becoming hot and tense. You let out a small sigh. If he didn't reject you, that means you have a chance.

You leaned over the counter in front of Gotoh and stared at him deeply. You were acting confident, even though you knew your body was trembling. "Gotoh...I'll keep that in mind tonight." Gotoh's eyebrows furrowed. Were you insinuating what he thought you were?

"Tonight? Then make sure you aren't too loud, wouldn't want anyone to hear you." Gotoh leaned against the counter as well, leaving you two face to face. Gotoh noticed how you swallowed when he got closer to you. "Since you know my name, don't you think I deserve to know yours?"

The girl in front of him looked away from the intense eye contact. "You don't deserve to know." If the eye contact had continued, she wouldn't have been able to deny him. She needed to continue playing whatever game this was. Gotoh's stare continued silently before he let out a deep, soft chuckle that had your thighs shaking.

"What do I have to do to know your name?

You thought about it. You could ask him to do a lot. But you didn't want to scare him off, so you started simply. "You can kiss me." Gotoh was surprised by how confident you were now compared to earlier. It seemed the longer you spoke, the more your confidence grew. "A kiss huh?"

You nodded in confirmation. Your confidence was short-lived when you felt his hand grabbing your chin gently. He forced you to look at him and pulled you closer slowly by your chin. He tilted his head when you were close enough. All he needed to do was lean forward and your lips would lock.

You weren't breathing. You know you said he needed to kiss you, but you didn't expect him to go at it like this. Gotoh looked into your eyes and saw how needy you were just for a single kiss. A smirk made its way to his face as he tilted your head to the side and placed a soft kiss on your neck.

The whimper you let out was intoxicating.

Gotoh pulled back to see your eyes were closed tightly and your hands were gripping the counter. He was enjoying the effect he had on you so much, but couldn't deny that your facial expression made him want to do more.

"Your name?"

You couldn't believe that he sounded so calm after what he just did. It was like he didn't care that what he did was so intimate. But when you opened your eyes, you saw how hard his stare was.

He could keep his voice steady, but his eyes gave away how affected he was.

The shop felt like it was on fire now.

You opened your mouth and stammered out your name, still stuck on what had just happened. "Y-Y-Y/n." Gotoh opened his mouth to say your name. "Y/n." Your body got goosebumps with how he said your name. You licked your lips and nodded.

Neither one of you spoke then. There was so much you both wanted to do but didn't know if it would be okay to. But finally, the thread of tension broke when Gotoh saw how hard you were breathing and how your thighs were rubbing together.

He wouldn't be much of a gentleman if he left you unsatisfied right?

It all happened so fast to you. One second you were looking at Gotoh and the next he had his hand on the back of your head, pulling you to him so that he could kiss you.

And kiss you he did.

The kiss was passionate and deep, something you were surprised by. You didn't think he would start a kiss off like this. Your hands went to grab onto the suit he had on as you ignored the dull pain of the counter pressing into you.

Gotoh's free hand went down to your breasts and he groped them through your top. You let out a moan, allowing Gotoh's tongue to slip into your mouth and explore the wet cavern. Each time your tongues connected, Gotoh would let out a deep groan.

As the kissing continued, both of you forgetting that you need air to breathe, Gotoh removed his hand from your head and moved it down to grip your ass.

You both pulled away to catch your breaths, and a line of saliva connected your lips. You were breathing heavily but Gotoh didn't want there to be a break right now. He needed more.

He dipped down and connected his lips to your neck, and started placing multiple kisses. Your head leaned back and put your hands on his combed-back hair. You bit your lip to suppress the moans that wanted to come out once he started to suck at your neck.

You couldn't tell him to stop sucking, you wanted the evidence of what was happening to be there forever. "G-Gotoh..." Your words came out breathy, turning Gotoh on more than he thought anything could. He forced his hand up your top, cupping your boob gently.

He also forced his other hand down your pants, cupping your cunt through your panties. He could feel how wet you were and groaned into your neck. Gotoh started rubbing your pussy and teasing your nipple with his rough hands.

You couldn't even think about the fact that you were still in an area where if people walked into the store, they would know what was happening. But neither of you cared right now.

Speaking of someone walking in, the door of the shop opened. But you were so distracted by what Gotoh was doing, that you couldn't hear when the door opened. Lucky for you, Gotoh had a very good sense of awareness and fast reflexes.

He moved away from you before you knew it. When your eyes opened up to whine about him suddenly moving, you noticed a customer walking up to the counter. You cleared your throat and tried to fix yourself as best as possible.

As you gave your best customer service smile and started working even though your body was begging you to go back to what you were doing. Your eyes looked up again to see that Gotoh had left the shop once you started working.

Minutes passed and Gotoh was entering the manor. That's when he realized he completely forgot about the things he was meant to get and returned empty-handed.

He smirked, at least that would give him a reason to return back to the shop this month.

[quimichi]

NSFW - MDI

He's obsessed with your voice. He loves the way you whimper and just struggle your words out. He loves to to tease, he LIVES to tease you. He's so mean whe he asks what you want, just so he can deny it and command you to beg for it.

He's buried deep inside of you, barely able to hold himself up, panting heavily. He looks down at the pretty face you're making and he can't help but think that the only thing that would make it better is the sound of your beautiful voice.

"Tell me what you want, baby" he breathes in your ear, dropping his head down to your neck. He stopped moving. His hot breath hitting your heated skin. "I asked you somethin'~" he hums leaning back down to press kiss over your shoulder. You can practically feel his smirk in his voice.

"Please-" is all you're able to stutter out at first and it makes him grin onto your skin as he lifts his head to shake it at you. "Naw, I couldn't quite hear you princess,.. you should use bigger words for your needs?" there's this pout on his face, he's mocking you. Out of desperation you kiss him, in hopes that he could possibly forget about your loss of words.

He indulges you for a few seconds before pulling away and raising his eyebrow at you. That's when you realise he's serious; he really won't move an inch until you tell him exactly what you want. "Please-, just.. fuck me" you whine, you know it won't be enough for him but you hope it is because if he doesn't move in the next thirty seconds you feel you might combust. You honestly don't know what will combust, but something is definitely blowing up and its also gonna be you.

"Good start, baby, but it's not enough" he chuckles at your responding whine and buries his head into you neck chuckling. Although this is more than entertaining, he also has to hide the fact this is just as agonizing for him like it is for you. "How do you want it, hm? Tell me how you want me to fuck you." "Please, just fuck me. Fuck me hard. Fuck me dumb. Fuck me so hard you break me, the bed or the wall. I don't care just please fuck me" you desperately shout out in embarrassment.

He lets out an elated laugh, this is exactly what he wants to hear. He leans in to kiss you and ends up muffling the happy whine you let out when he finally starts moving. But quickly you feel dizzy, you're beyond coherent words at this point. You can't even think straight. He feels so good inside you that you almost go crazy. You instinctively grab at his skin, raking your nails over his shoulder blades. He loves being able to get you like this, he loves listen to you break like this. You and the pretty noises you make are all his to enjoy....

Kageyama, Tsukishima, Matsukawa, Kuroo, Atsumu, Suna, Tendou, Terushima (haikyuu)

Kaeya, Al-Haitham, Ayato, Itto, Scaramouche, Wriothesley, Dottore, Pantalone (genshin)

Geto, Nanami, Gojo, Toji (JJK)

Hisoka, Chrollo, Feitan, Phinks (HxH)

Rafayel (love and deepspace)

Leona, Lilia, Jade, Floyd, Ace, Trey (twst wonderland)

[bwabys-scenarios]

NSFW

He enjoyed the little gasp you would let out when his hand slipped under your skirt while eating dinner with an acquaintance. Your cheeks would grow hot with embarrassment when they would ask you what was wrong, and you were forced to say it was nothing while his thumb rubbed circles into your clit.

You grasped the table cloth, biting your lip when he began fingering you. It was unfair how calm he looked while his fingers were knuckle deep inside of your cunt, curling up to hit that special spot that had you cumming all over his hand.

“P-please excuse me…”

You shyly stood, hoping that your slick was visible as it ran down your legs, speed walking to the bathroom to clean yourself up.

As you pouted and splashed your face to help lesson the heat taking over you body, you didn’t notice him sneaking into the bathroom until he was bending you over and pushing your panties to the side.

“I hate how they look at you…” he muttered, rubbing his cock against your needy cunt. “They need to know who you belong to.”

Without warning he thrusted into you, groaning into your ear as his hips rutted against yours. He was jealous and a bit possessive over you, his princess. He couldn’t stand when people stared at you for too long with their lustful gazes. Didn’t they know you were his?

Your makeup ran down your face, tears of pleasure falling down your cheeks as he turned your head so he could capture your lips in a sloppy kiss.

“Mine, all mine, got that?”

You nodded and let out a mewl when he hit that special spot, and he continued to fuck into you until he painted your walls white, leaving you a panting mess, covered in sweat and cum.

He was nice enough to carry you home without anyone seeing the fucked out state you were in, and made sure to spoil you with kisses, snuggles, and snacks once you were alone.

He loved you after all, and would make sure his pretty princess was well taken care of! 💗

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||GOJO |||GETO ||NANAMI ||TOJI ||CHOSO ||SUKUNA ||CHROLLO ||ILLUMI || KURAPIKA ||BLADE ||AVENTURINE ||WRIOTHESLEY ||KAEYA || DILUC ||ZHONGLI ||SANEMI ||RENGOKU ||MUZAN ||YOUR FAV

[dex0s]

Boo! I’m back and I’m working on the genshin and honkai star rail smut

Imagine this…

Gamer/streamer boyfriend having his puppy suck his cock for milk. You try not to make a noise so the chat wouldn’t hear you but you end up failing.

“Look puppy the chat’s hungry to see you bounces on daddy’s cock”

Gamer/steamer boyfriend who makes chat pay to hear your pretty little moans.

“Thanks for 50 bucks daddy’s_home#1 !” (Stop I’m laughing rn you better understand why)

Gamer/steamer boyfriend that does special steams or video for paid members

“Be a good puppy and give what the chat paid for :)”

Gamer/steamer boyfriend who is very over protective like scary dog privilege especially at fan meets

“hey.Hey! Watch where you put your hands at”

Gamer/steamer boyfriend = sugar daddy $$

(I’m so sorry for using puppy. I have used any other name, but I decided to use that one and it reminds me of that Deku tiktok videos crying inside rn)

[kiame-sama]

Scarlet Eyes- (Yandere!Alpha!Chrollo x Kurta!Omega!Reader)

Warnings; My abo au (only 1000 or less omegas world wide), mention of kidnapping, mention of death, spoilers for the York New arc, gender neutral reader, reader is kurta so this means they have brown->red eyes as all kurta do, switching a few events around chronologically,

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"I'm only going to ask you this once, where is my twin?"

Kurapika kept playing the conversation he had in the last moments of the burly spider's life. The sparse information he got from the conversation did little to soothe him or make him feel like he was any closer to finding his beloved twin. If anything, Kurapika worried that he was already too late to do anything.

He had been determined to get whatever information he could from the large man, but the man was near impossible to interrogate. The man only really spoke up when Kurapika mentioned his omega twin. There was little comfort however as the man gave a wolfish grin, bearing his teeth in a clear mocking sneer.

"Oh, the omega? Don't worry about them, Boss has already taken care of it."

The spider's words did nothing to make Kurapika feel better as it sounded like the worst has come to pass. In some ways, he had hoped that the spiders would be interested enough in finding an omega that they wouldn't hurt or sell his twin, but it seemed he was not so lucky. He would kill each and every one of those fuckers and make them pay for the pain they no doubt put his family through.

Kurapika had always hoped that he would be strong enough to protect his sibling- even from the spiders- but that was clearly not the case. It hurt his heart more than he cared to admit when he dwells too long on the fact that he failed his twin. He had dragged them away from home, put them through the gauntlet of the Hunter's exam, swore to protect them, and still he failed. Once he finished the damnable spiders off, he would begin the long journey of finding his twin.

No doubt it would be difficult and near impossible to find them, Omegas were a prized possession after all, but he was determined. Wherever they had taken you, whoever they sold you to, Kurapika would find you. He promises.

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You felt an unusual chill run down your back, frowning and glancing towards the door to the abandoned church you were in. Chrollo sat next to you with one arm around you, hand resting on your hip possessively. Though you couldn't place what, something told you that a change had taken place. Perhaps it was nothing, perhaps it had something to do with the missing alpha, Uvogin.

Despite being in a group of very dangerous people, you felt rather safe. In part, it had to do with the fact your alpha was an apex alpha, and in part it was because of the respect your alpha commanded. The other spiders- minus Hisoka- respected the fact that their leader had claimed you and kept their distance from you. Hisoka was new to you and clearly you were the first omega he had ever actually encountered. He was determined to get close to you either to rile Chrollo or to get his hands on you, and Chrollo was not pleased with the jester's behavior.

You sometimes felt your mind wander away to thoughts of your twin, hoping he would never come for you but knowing that is all he would want to do. Since you both were young you watched out for each other, but it all changed when you began showing signs of being an omega. Where Kurapika had once been your equal he then became your protector and would loudly protest to you being paired with anyone or taken away from his protection. He would always be your protector and you knew it likely killed him inside to know you had been taken.

It did take time for you to settle the war within yourself that waged due to being mated to the apex alpha that exterminated your clan and kidnapped you. Part of you still hated the alpha, but another part of you adored him as your mate and that part of you was supported by your instincts. It didn't help that you once asked Chrollo why he killed everyone only for him to respond 'because I could' with a kiss to your forehead. Chrollo always seemed to know when he could bring up your scarlet eyes to control you or fluster you. Taking amusement in the simple mentioning of them being enough to quell any overly willful behavior.

For now you were at ease with the monster that claimed you, feeling rather bound to him regardless of the uneasy feeling he sometimes gave you. Chrollo was clearly content with it as well seeing as he held so securely to you and was rather indulgent of your behavior. He even used an ability that allowed him to bring your nest with you and set it up wherever you deemed appropriate. Few Troupe members were allowed near you simply for the fact that Chrollo didn't like others near his omega. Still, you could see how some members were drawn closer by your presence alone.

Beyond just being the mate of a truly monstrous apex alpha, you were getting used to others knowing you were an omega. With Kurapika you had to constantly cover your scent and hide your omega tendencies around others. You had mostly adjusted to behaving like a beta and also adjusted to others thinking you were a beta. It was odd to you that your Hunter's license- which you still thought was a joke- told others you were an omega. The secret you worked hard to keep was so readily shared with others now.

The sudden shift and movement of being pulled into Chrollo's lap made you yelp, startled by the rather abrupt motion. Chrollo seemed amused by your yelp, however. His lips slowly tracing over the mark on your neck as he let one hand brace around your waist, the other squishing your thigh appreciatively. You were confused as to why he would behave in such an open display of affection towards you, as you couldn't think of anything that would trigger this behavior.

"Chrollo, what- what are you doing?"

"Shh, my sweet (Y/n). Just indulge your alpha."

You felt compelled to obey the soft murmur against your shoulder, shivering but no longer struggling against your alpha's hold. Chrollo seemed rather content to focus on kissing your neck and shoulders, almost as if he were establishing dominance. His affectionate display was a show of dominance, reminding the Troupe that you were his exclusively and making it clear that he was still vastly interested in keeping things that way.

Unbeknownst to you and the rest of the Troupe, Hisoka was paying close attention and ensuring to gather what bit of information he could get. He would certainly share this information with the Kurta and see if he could gain you as his own omega in the process.

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"I know about your twin and can tell you what you want to know about them."

The smooth words make Kurapika's eyes widen, feeling invigorated and even more determined to get whatever he could from the grinning jester. Hisoka already knew how he was going to portray this information and it excited him to think about the emotional response he would undoubtedly get.

"Tell me."

"So impatient~! Well, if you must know, they are alive and within the city limits. Don't relax too soon though, the lead spider Chrollo has taken them on as his mate and has already marked them. Killing Chrollo will kill (Y/n)."

Hisoka couldn't help the wolfish grin that pulled at his lips when Kurapika responded to his words with clear despair. Out of all of the terrifying things he had ever considered, Kurapika hadn't considered you being bound to his greatest enemy. Killing Chrollo suddenly became a dangerous option as he knew how omegas could die of sorrow if any harm befalls their mate. The last thing Kurapika wanted to do was hurt you.

"I'm sure you know that the only way you can kill Chrollo and not (Y/n) is if they have another mate by the time you kill him. I'm happy to volunteer as that replacement."

Despite how Kurapika didn't want to let Hisoka anywhere near you, he had to genuinely consider the proposition. If he killed Chrollo, he would kill you should you have no other mate to rely on. Kurapika knew how fragile omegas were and he knew how the well-being of an omega's mate could determine the well-being of the omega themselves. Either Kurapika needed to keep Chrollo alive- which was a detestable thought- or he needed to find and implement a replacement mate for you to survive losing Chrollo.

It was a lose-lose situation for Kurapika and he hated that the spiders put him and his twin through so much continued suffering. He would save you no matter what.

[lolita-lollipop]

broken glass

UVOGIN X READER

warnings: yandere(stalking implied), reader is not okay, bad upbringing, kidnapping.

Kinda long but it’s okay

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Ever since you were nothing but a child, the world had chosen to bring you misfortune. A dead mother, a father who is would love you if alcohol didn’t exist, a lack of friends, or family, or anybody who cared.

Your life was an endless cycle of misery and misfortune. You were cursed with the worst luck possible.

As a girl you were bullied, living in a small town the knowledge that your mother was killed brutally spread fast, and the kids at school would take anything to fuck somebody up. It only got worse when your dad did nothing to stop it. So you grew up an outsider, somebody completely alienated from the rest of the people your age.

The worst part about it, was that there was nothing you could do to fix it. You were strong enough to fight them back and win, nor were you smart enough to get them caught by the schools or their parents. So you had to live with it.

Your unlucky tendencies carried with you all the way into adulthood. You had somehow managed to get into a good college, miles and miles away from your small hometown, where your past couldn’t follow you. But by that time you had no clue how to socialize like a normal person, so you only made a few friends in your first year. Even so, your life was going better than it ever had, you had more friends than you’d ever accomplished to make in your childhood, your roommate cared for you, being much older and much wiser. And you were happy.

Then, you got a call. From the exact person you had been avoiding since you stepped foot out of that awful town. That awful place.

“Y/n… I’m sick” your father sounded older, his voice was scratchy and weak now. Probably from the endless amount of cigarettes he smoked, you knew that your dad would never call you unless he actually needed you. He hadn’t even tried to contact you since you left, barely caring enough to send you a happy birthday text. You were a last resort to him, that much you knew for certain.

“And.”

“I need you to come back. To come home. My legs, my legs don’t work anymore. Please baby…I miss you.” You could hear the lies dripping from every word he spoke, that’s the sweet tone you had only ever heard from your father when he wanted something. Usually it was something as minuscule as money or whiskey or weed. Like usual, he knew you didn’t know how to say no to him when he dangled that ghost of affection in your face. And like usual, you chased after it like an idiot.

That’s what you were, an idiot. You knew ut, your father knew it. Who would go back to a life of misery, back to a town filled with only sad memories, of pain. Who would be stupid enough to fall for the manipulation of an old man who barely raised you? You would.

So, you packed your stuff up from your dorm, opting for the online classes your college offered. And prepared for the long drive home in an old car you bought for half the already low price.

And here you were. Standing in your local grocery store , in your pajamas, trying to decide if you had enough money for snacks for the drive home. Bags under your eyes from sleepless nights, a heavy weight pulling down on your shoulders as you accepted your fate, doomed to a small town full of bullies and lying snakes.

The melancholy of your situation weighed down on you, showing on your face, the frown lines deepening as you sucked yourself deeper into a depressive black hole. Blankly staring at the small bags of corn chips and popcorn, you let your shoulders sag. Exhaustion reading on your posture. You didn’t know how long you were standing there, nor did you care. Not until a string band tapped your shoulder a few times, sending your head to snap up, and your eyes to snap out of it.

“You alright there doll? Ya look a little bit… dead” a gruff voice spoke, it was scratchy and rough. Not in the way your fathers was (withered with age and years of vices), but natural. Husky. Pulling yourself up from your spacing out, you straightened your back, screaming your neck up to see him. The man was fucking giant, taller than anybody you had ever seen before, with tattoos speckling his neck and arms. You stood there for a few moments, staring in awe at the man whom you hadn’t realized was actually pretty terrifying in person. Maybe you were just tired, or stressed, or scared, but the way he stared made you want sink into your own skin and disappear. It was unsettling, how his stare weighed down on your shoulders and pulled you back away from him.

“Uhh- Yeah man. I’m good.” You spoke in your quiet voice, pulling your shoulder as far away from his hand as you could. You sent him a tight lipped smile, and returns to your decision between what bagged snack you would pick. You tried to ignore him, who stayed put in his spot next to you despite your obvious dismissal to his advance on a conversation.

You spotted him in your peripheral vision, staring at you. That heavy feeling never left you, and the longer the giant man stayed there, the heavier and heavier it weighed down.

“The popcorn is gross here. It comes stale even in a sealed bag. I wouldn’t get it if ya don’t wanna feel sick tommorow” he spoke again, leaning down to be at your eye level. You glanced back at him, remaining indifferent despite your ever-quickening heartbeat. His eyes were still focused on yours, while your pen glanced over his physical appearance.

It wasn’t just his height that made yoh hneasy, he was wide in a muscular way, with a beard that put the men of your hometown to shame. There were slight twinges of Greg throughout his long hair, and while he was well kept and smelled nice, he had messy, almost unhinged undertone. And yoh had managed to gather all of that without even talking to him much. You gave another right smile, before throwing the chips back and placing the popcorn in your basket (doing it almost to spite the man) among the advil and energy drinks. You almost missed the way his eyes scanned over your cart. Almost.

“Thanks” with that, you were off, trudging your way to the front of the store with your basket in tow, you heard a pair of heavy footsteps behind you, and the cashier glanced up for a couple seconds. A recognizable look of fear flashed on her face for no longer than a moment, before the bells of the front doors let out a cheery jingle. And the man was gone.

The repetitive beep of the checkout machine rang through the storefront, as the woman made no move to strike up a conversation with you, her eyebags sinking almost worse than your own. You had almost worked here at some point, when you first arrived to the big city. You were glad you didn’t now, as you didn’t want to be subjected to whatever this pooor woman clearly had been through.

She just kept beeping through your groceries, bagging them up, and setting them off to the side for you to grab. When she was finally finished she placed the pricing machine down and stared at yoj like she was waiting for something, you pulled your card out of your pocket and gave it to her, but she immediately handed it right back. You sighed, partially in confusion and partially of exhaustion. Of all times, now was not the moments for somebody to mess with you, at two AM at a stupid grocery store. You stared right back as she held the card out to you, waiting for you to grab it.

“He paid for your shit. Just take it”

Huh

Strange.

———

That night you went home with a weird feeling in your stomach, you know when something feels like it’s gonna go wrong? Yeah. That. You chose to blame it on your father, knowing that you would not be met with a joyful arrival home.

The feeling stuck with you all along the drive to your little stupid house in the middle of nowhere, the popcorn you had bought did actually end up being gross, but it didn’t change the satisfaction you got from denying that man of you following his advice. Your radio was cutting in and out, your car was on the verge of breaking down, and your ac didn’t work anymore, leaving you sweaty and sticky in your car.

You weren’t wrong in assuming that it wouldn’t be a happy “welcome home”, it would’ve been nice yeah, but it wasn’t a surprise when you pulled up to your house and there was no short outside. The dead grass of your front yard, and withering plants of what once was your guarden spoke for itself how your father had been taking care of the property. Leafy vines had started to overtake the front wall of your home, the place looked abandoned. Sad.

After a few deep breaths of preparation for whatever fight that was about to come, you hopped out of your truck and began the short truck to your front door. The small glass frame above it was smashed with many small cracks across the surface.

It was sad really. The house once looked somewhat presentable, none of the houses in the area looked to be well kept or highly perfected in the visual category, they never looked that way, but at least you could tell it was a home for someone whether it be the old lady next door with kids who don't care about her and more debt she could handle, or the couple across the street you used to hear screaming at each other through the night. Somebody really lived in those homes, your house looked like an empty shell.

The pavement leading up to the front door was cracked and probably permanently stained with dirt or paint or blood or alcohol, the little garden you used to try to keep alive while you were little was shriveled and blackened by the sun, no lights were on in the house, and it was dead silent. You hated this place, you hated that you were back here, you hated that you still cared for this empty pit of shame and misery of a home. Cared for a man that had hurt you so very many times.

Approaching the door, you didn't even care to knock or ring the bell, the electricity in your house had long been cut off so it wouldnt matter, and if your father was expecting you he wouldnt mind if you just walked in. It was your house, anyway. Placing your hand on the doorknob, you let a deep breath calm down your running heart and pushed it open.

…

Unsurprisingly, the house was dead silent, a creak resonating through the open space as the noise bounced wall to wall. You could hear your heartbeat as you walked over the rest of the broken glass from the window, leaving quiet crunches under your feet. Just breathing the air in your home sent awful memories of childhood to race across your brain, it smelled like your dad, like alcohol and cigarettes and unhappiness and anger. It even looked miserable in here, almost just as bad, if not worse, than outside.

Flicking on your phone flashlight, little flecks of broken glass reflected the light, they were scattered across the entire house, maybe from the broken front window, maybe from other windows in the house. Your dad was never one for cleaning, knowing him he must've gotten upset and broken a couple. With no one else to clean it, he probably left it there. That's how he is, how he's always been. Why did you love him? How stupid were you?

“Dad?” you called, but it echoed through the home. You now realize just how empty it truly was, no more furniture was scattered here or there or anywhere, it was just empty and sad. Fitting. Really fucking fitting.

“Dad? You called me?” You called once more, still only getting the creaks of the old house in return. You took another deep breath, the smell was starting to get to you, this was supposed to be easier for you now, you were an independent woman now, and the smell of your childhood home shouldn't have you spiraling like it did. You shouldn't have come here.

“I drove all the way out here for you. If you weren't gonna show you could've just called me. Go to hell, asshole.” still awaiting an answer. You knew he wasn't here, and you certainly knew it was stupid to talk to an empty house, but you wasted gas and good money for this. Wasted money on a man who didn't even care enough to show his face. Wasted money to go back to a life you've been clawing to escape from.

You didn't even realize you were crying until you felt the tears start to roll down your cheeks.

It hurt to be here, genuinely, the floors felt like they were trying to soak you up and suffocate you, the walls felt like they were closing in, and the ceilings felt like they were slowly crushing you. What were you supposed to do? You spent so long running away from this place, how could you let yourself be dragged back here, especially for no reason?

Your eyes fell to your feet, sucking in air as best as you could, you tried your hardest to keep your soft cries from turning into sobs. There wasn't anybody to hide your tears from, but it felt wrong, you shouldn't let yourself be this upset. You know.

Your cries halted when you spotted a dark patch of carpet in between the space where your feet were planted, not tears or water or even alcohol, it was bright red. Blood, and not the kind that's gone brown because it's been sitting for so long. This was new, recent blood. The dead silence of the house now had you frozen in spot. Could somebody have broken in? Your eyes followed a now obvious trail of spots leading toward your mom's old bedroom.

They slept in different rooms before she died, whether it was because they hated or other or were scared of each other (or both) he never went in there. Never.

You should leave. Shouldn't you? You should leave, he's not your problem anymore, he abandoned you when you were little, and kicked you to the curb. He deserved whatever was coming to him, he had it coming. You should leave, you should leave, you should leave, you should leave.

…

But you can't.

Even though you were actively willing to run out the front door, you just couldn't find it in you to leave. Pathetic. You knew, but this is how it was, this is how it was always meant to be. He calls and you answer, no matter how fucked up it was.

So, instead of making a haste bolt for the door or any of the broken windows, you slowly crept closer and closer to the bedroom where you said goodbye to your mother, your breath was shallow and unmanageable, almost worse than your uncontrollable heartbeat, whatever was behind the door was surely not pretty.

It took you a few moments to work up the courage to even touch the doorknob, hand quivering along the way there. You waited, the last time you were in this room was over 10 years ago, you couldn't even remember what it looked like, what your mother looked like. You were being stupid weren't you, it was just a room, probably empty by now, furniture either stolen or sold like the rest of the house. inhaling, you twisted, and pushed the door open.

To reveal… absolutely nothing. Just an empty room with the same exact smell as the rest of the house, a puddle of blood sat in the middle of the room, but nobody, no person or animal or thing that could bleed. Just an empty, meaningless room. Just like the rest of the house. You let out a sigh of relief at the uneventfulness of the failed search, that wasn't so bad, you were fine.

Were you? A loud creak echoed through the short hallway behind you, and you made a motion to turn around.

Hands were on you before you could even breathe again. One covering your mouth, and one firmly planted on your shoulder. Huge hands, bigger than your fathers for sure, calloused and strong, scarily strong. Whoever this was smelled familiar, vaguely familiar, not like someone you knew closely. The shock from him grabbing you forced your phone to fall out of your grip. Oh god, oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god

You should have gone home, you should've cursed out your father and left. You shouldn't have been curious or caring or kind… you lived in a bad neighborhood, people died left and right, and the police couldn't give less of a shit what happens here. You were going to die, you were going to die in the same house you grew up in, the same house you cried and hurt and screamed in. What a sad ending, to think you were finally starting to get your life on somewhat of a track, only to die at the hands of a stranger. Fuc-

“Stop thinking so hard, I’m not gonna hurt you” a gruff voice spoke behind you, deep and dark and powerful. You started crying the second he spoke, your heart beating faster than your body should be able to take. Whoever this was, was not somebody you would ever want to mess with, they sounded more authoritative than you could ever even wish to be. You couldn't stop your heart from clenching out of fear, couldn't stop the tears from dripping down your face, couldn't breathe right.

“You don't need to cry… I said I wasn't gonna hurt you” One of his fingers strayed from your mouth to wipe tears away, but it did nothing to stop fear from overtaking your senses or forcing out sobs and cries from your lips. You were positive that your entire body was quivering and shaking, you couldn't feel it, too scared to think about anything other than death, but you knew it was naturally happening. You heard him let out a sigh from behind you (even his breathing was harsh and rough) before his arm hooked under your knees and pulled you flush against him.

“I’ve never been this close to you before, I’ve been waiting for this one for a while. We met when we were kids ya know, you looked so… empty, miserable, tired, fucking empty. You still do, you're just better at hiding it. I've been watching, it since then. You're just too nice for your good.” your cries increased as he spoke, you didn't struggle or scratch or scream, just cried. He was too strong for it to matter if you did.

He chuckled as you kept crying, by now he had begun to walk to the front door.

“Don't make a scene, if anybody notices, they're dead.” The words he spoke were so nonchalant, but still so terrifying that it had you struggling to breathe. He broke the front door open with his foot and pushed his way through the doorway, he hit his head on the top as he went through, that must be why the glass was broken.

You were frozen in his arms as he continued to carry you, the sun now lit up your surroundings, showing exactly who your captor was, now it made sense why you mildly recognized him. He was the man from the grocery store, you should've known by the way he spoke, you should've recognized that voice anywhere. HE caught your gaze as you stared at him, giving you a toothy smile. His canines were scarily sharp, and now that you can get a closer look this man was even more terrifying. His bear, his eyes, his teeth, everything about him screamed danger. You stiffened as you stared at him, why why why why why why why You shouldn't have fucking come here.

“Quit looking so scared of me. God you're stiff as a board, I forgot how jumpy you were. It's been a while since I’ve seen you this scared, not since the incident at the coffee shop-” Who does he think he is? Talking just like he knows you like he's had any kind of conversation with you before that wasn't about popcorn at a stupid stupid grocery store. What were you supposed to do? You fully believed that he was the type of man to kill anybody who tried to stop him, even then nobody would (people in this neighborhood learned to keep their mouths shut), and he was much much stronger than you. You just… you just had to give up. There was no winning, not against him, not here.

The thought alone made you want to curl up and die.

Pathetic.

“Don't worry though, You're scared and I get it. But you'll get used to me. I’ll treat you real good, buy you things you’ve never had before. “ Your breath hitched and you quivered as he continued to blabber on and on about what kind of house he had, he tucked you into the passenger seat of some kind of black fancy car, got into the driver's seat, and proceeded to drive away—no more explanation than that. You couldn't do anything more than stare at him with those wide eyes of yours, he was watching you too intensely for you to try and throw yourself out of the car, and even then you doubted you would get very far before he caught you.

So you awkwardly sat in the leather seats of the fancy-ass car, tears still freely flowing as you sat, waiting for this man to take you to some alleyway and murder you. You picked at your fingernails, eyes darting around the interior of the car, it was clean and neat and looked to be stupidly expensive, everything that man wasn't. Who is that man anyway?

Almost as if reading your mind, the man brought a hand up to wipe the tears from your face, only to end up cupping your cheek and staring at you for a while as he drove.

“The name’s Uvogin, and I’m madly in love with you”

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Hey pookie s I’m back, this has been in my wanna write list for a LONG time. But it’s now so it’s fine. I’m kinda weak in the knees for the entire phantom troupe so tell me what you think.

Sorry for the long delay:) but I’m back now

Have a great day today, bye!

[skyyletai]

Chrollo and reader are watching "The Hunchback of Notre Dame"

reader, when Frollo appeared on the screen: oh, it's literally you.

chrollo: why would that be?

screen: OR ELSE LET HER BE MINE AND MINE ALONE!!

chrollo: ah, now i understand.

(no, he understood everything from the very beginning, and that’s why he took this film)

[nightqueen1221]

Hiii!! Can I request where the Zoldyck family finds out that Killua has a S/O and so they meet the reader and the reader is like SO STRONG AND PRETTY✨ She's chill and calm but makes Killua laugh and smile like a REAL smile, what are they're thoughts about her?

This is shory, I'm sorry. I also didn't know if you wanted a oneshot or headcannons.

Killua's Dad

-He's interested, only to see if you're powerful. Mostly because he wants Killua to only be with someone to help produce heirs for the Zoldyck family. Dude still really believes Killua is going to be the next head of the Zoldycks.

-He still has good manners with meeting people, even if they have a weak aura. Seeing you for the first time was a bit odd, you appeared to him as someone more lazy, yet your aura says otherwise.

-You basically met his standards right than and there. What made him even more pleased is you were strong physically, not just with nen.

-Somehow with you being so, calm, you made Killua smile and laugh. He never really saw his son this way. Curious, he wanted to find out more of him you could unlock.

-Brings up marriage WAYYYYY to early, maybe first or second time meeting you. Killua gets incredibly flustered at the thought and brushes it off.

-He's happy for his son, and most likely won't intrude in the relationship unless he feels like he absolutely needed to.

-Treats you like his daughter and otherwise don't entirely care.

Killua's Mom

-She would either hate you till the day she dies or adore you. She'll hate you for "not meeting her standards" or love you for "meeting all her standards."

-Killua doesn't have the best relationship with his mom, so how she views you doesn't really effect him. He might have a few words to say if she has a disliking of you.

-She'll praise he son for finding such a lovely dear, if she favors you. Again, this is all about where you fall on her list of favorites.

-Her opinion doesn't really change on you no matter what you do. And like his father, brings up marriage way too early. She'll also bring up kids, when you're kids yourselves.

-She doesn't really talk to you if you're considered bad for her son. She just tells him to break up with you, or kill you. He most definitely doesn't do any of that since he cares about you. This most likely will end with an argument and you two fleeing his house...again.

[loverofgon]

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔

Headcanons | Gon Freecss x Gn!Quiet!Reader | Romantic Fluff (Reader doesnt talk a lot, just smiles, frowns, blinks, head tilts etc.)

♡ The first time you talked to Gon, he was bouncing off the walls and grinning from ear to ear

♡ He was so excited to finally hear your voice, so happy to hear you talk to him

♡ And your first words being 'I love you' just made it 100x better for the little gremlin

♡ He doesnt push you to speak, but he does wait patiently for you to do so

♡ Whether it be when you're asked a question or asked to give your opinion, he looks at you like a puppy and sorta deflates when you just shake your head or wave the person off

♡ Of course, as said before, he doesnt push you to talk

♡ He doesnt know why you don't talk a lot, but the little actions you do are so cute, and he can't help but coo

♡ Hes rubbing his cheek against yours and gushes about how cute you are

♡ He loves hugs, that's a given, but when you hug him, bury your head in his shoulders/neck, and mumble things to him -- he's in heaven

♡ Hes listening to your every word and treats it like its a gift from the gods

♡ When you tell him you talk around people you're extremely comfortable with, he gets all excited and bouncy

♡ Hes so happy to know that you trust him and are comfortable enough around him to actually talk to him!! Makes him all shaky/pos

♡ He does the little flappy thing with his hands when he gets excited too, so whenever you talk he does that

♡ Hes just a happy little boy that respects your wishes for being quiet and only talking when you want to <3

♡ My sweet baby :( <3

there's barely any tags for my baby :(

[ofrolysdogs]

i hate you!

another feitan smut???? yay! this one is kind of an enemies to lovers with a special order of hatefucking, because who doesn't love it when two people who hate each other from infinity and beyond are secretly fucking without anyone's knowledge?

this contains; afab reader, hatefucking (main ingredient), deepthroating, public sex, backshots, violence??, you both almost get caught, spelling errors probably because I don't proofread ngl

words: 2.1k

MINORS DO NOT FUCKING INTERACT

you never liked feitan.

it was clear as a sunny afternoon during summer to the rest of the troupe and you and feitan had a rivalry that leaned into the enemy zone, from the small disagreements to the full blown screaming matches, he considered you annoying while you considered him insufferable.

but what the troupe doesn't know, is that the two of you have the roughest, nastiest, kinkiest, hate sex anyone could ever imagine, this started a few years ago, 5 months into being a spider, after a failed mission, feitan had blamed you for the failure while in return you said he got in your way of trying to kill off an enemy, you both were at the height of ripping each other's heads off until he pinned you on the floor and ravished your cunt from behind as he held your head down on the cold hard floor,, he told you it was to teach you a lesson, while it didn't necessarily work, god did that feel good.

every now and again your head would replay the scene where he would bite at your neck, drawing small amounts of blood, as he penetrated his long, girthy cock deep inside, stimulating your walls and abusing your cervix, while sometimes whispering how much of a nasty slut you are for allowing the man you claim you hate so much to dominate you, he grew great pride in how he practically humiliated you, and he knows how good he fucked you too, because you had the most powerful orgasm of your life, whenever you know you're in complete privacy, you masturbate to the thought, how he made you practically scream his name, how sorry you were for getting so out of line with him and how you'll never argue with him again, I mean yeah it completely bruised your ego, but god, it felt so hot for some reason... it took you a bit to realize you had a humiliation kink.

but anyways, ever since then, every now and again the two of you would go to private places on missions and secretly slut each other out, he'd call you all kinds of sluts, whores, bitches and all, and you loved every last moment, from the slaps on your pussy, to the end where you cum so hard your eyes roll back to the void.

you also enjoyed taking his cock down your throat, he'd call it a type of "cleansing" as he would wash your little potty mouth if he saw you getting a little too mouthy, so, he puts you in your place, like the good girl you are.

well, enough rambling, let's get into the present, shall we?

today's heist was going to be taking place in a monarchy country, the item of choice was going to be one of the rarest, most beautiful gemstones in the world, so beautiful rumor says people cry tears of joy looking at it for the first time because it reminds them of something nostalgic, honesty, you wanted the damn thing for yourself, maybe make it into a necklace or something?

as of late the troupe stayed in a luxurious hotel that's nearby the royal family's estate, from what you seen, the building was heavily guarded, but that's not a problem, 9 times out of ten they most likely aren't even nen users, so killing all of them would be a piece of cake, right now was nighttime so it was essential to get rest...

..................

"it's all your fault, (Y/N), we didn't get the treasure because you weren't fast enough to catch him."

the words that seeped from his mouth made your fists clench, you swiftly punched the wall nearby, though it made no hole, eyes landing on his small frame covered by his all black outfit, glaring daggers at the man who stood beside a large tree, though dark, you could still make out his features.

the mission ended in failure and another group of bandits managed to take the gemstone after a battle between the two, and damn were they strong.

"listen, if you're trying to get me riled up, now is not the time, you god damn midget."

feitan's brows drew forward, you can tell, he was glaring at you now. "watch your mouth, you know better than to speak to me like that."

you felt butterflies in your stomach when he said that, anger was clouding your thought though it still had room for arousal, you knew exactly what he meant when he said that, if the two of you kept this up, it could end in another hate fuck session.

"you were very close to getting him."

"YOU GOT IN MY GOD DAMN WAY!! JUST LIKE LAST TIME!! LEARN TO TAKE ACCOUNTABILITY!"

with quickness, your neck was now tightly held, so much so that you couldn't even breathe even just a little, his eyes, staring angrily into yours forcing you to look at him, almost growing hypnotized by his gaze....

"say another word, bitch."

letting out small whimpers, you could see that now, he showed genuine anger, not the anger clouded by the need to fuck you to oblivion, but the type where he would want to take your head off.

his grasp loosened until he released you completely, you took in the air as if you had just found out about it, you fall to the floor, legs completely giving up on you.

you couldn't even look up at him, you felt him stare down at your weakened form, hearing a small chuckle with it.

"(Y/N)....I would like you much better if you weren't so annoying.."

"and I would like you better if you weren't so damn insufferable..." you looked at him with half lidded eyes, hands in his pockets, a neutral expression.

"insufferable, hmm..?" he turns his back and walks a few steps away from you until he stops abruptly, his head turned back to look at you again, now sitting with your back against a tree behind you. "... if I really was truly insufferable... you wouldn't be screaming my name as I penetrate you..."

those words, you turn your head in embarrassment, a beat was forming between your legs, growing more and more so.

"...and if I really was truly annoying... you wouldn't be fucking me..."

feitan let out a huff and walked over to you, his crotch was close to your face just a tiny bit, but hidden away in his cloak was a growing erection.

as he stared down at you, trying to hide away the fact that it's all a front to get him to pound you, he imagined how you'd take his cock deep inside your throat, letting out muffled gags every now and then and those cute moans of yours, it's almost as if his hands came up with an answer for him, reaching for his pants to let himself out.

the tip of his cock touched the tip of your nose, you wasted no time grazing your tongue across, tasting his murky pre-cum, before taking him in whole.

feitan threw his head back, his eye closed, and his hand resting firmly on the back of your head lightly pushing you down further, it's been so long since the two of you got some action on, mainly because it's been months since the troupe got together again.

his cock was hitting the back of your throat making you gag a bit, choking, you pulled back, gasping in air as your hand jerks him off at a fast pace, your other hands fondled with his balls.

lifting his dick up, your tongue made contact with the base close to his balls, before taking them into your mouth, you had to be careful not to let your mouth close too tightly, your arm grew tired from all the jerking you were doing to him.

after a short while you take his balls out of your mouth and went back to deepthroating him, when his cock reached a certain part in your mouth he thrusted into you, catching you off guard and making you gag.

he was now face fucking you, holding both sides of your head firmly as he used your throat as his personal fleshlight, it was long enough for you to be able to tell that he was close to his climax especially by how fast he was going.

and after some time he finally came, he quickly pulled out his cock to spray his semen all over your face, leaving your tongue out, but he didn't care about that, he purposely reached for your hair.

you quickly came to realize that his cum was in your hair, you touched the front strands to feel liquid.

from the look in his eye he tried not to let out some type of laugh, seems as if he wanted to keep up the tension.

"why would you get cum in my hair?"

"why not?"

you rolled your eyes, before standing up to take off your bottoms and undergarments. "anyway, which position?"

"doggy."

you turned your back on him to get on your knees, looking at the ground to see that... it isn't that dirty, right? you stuck your ass in the air, leaving your moistened pussy out for him to see.

without a warning you felt his cock touch your entrance before sliding himself in, both of his hands rested on your sides, when the tip reached your cervix you let out a soft moan.

the softness didn't last long though, he started to pound himself into you at a rough and fast pace, making you let out a series of moans and yelps.

your ass bounced on his, as he thrusted himself into you, the sounds of skin to skin contact and your moans could be heard through the woods, as if you didn't care who caught you.

"oh my...... fucking god.... shit, your dick is so big...." you moaned out with each of his thrusts, before he tangled his fingers into your hair, pulling it back and using it as a makeshift leash as he lands a hard slap to your ass.

it hasn't even been a few minutes and you can already feel something coiling in you, as if you were already at the finish line.

until footsteps could be heard..

"(Y/N)? Feitan? where are you too?"

you could hear shizuku's voice in the distance.

"the boss told me and Shal to come look for you two, it's been almost half an hour!"

"shit..." you heard feitan say to himself before he quickly pulled out of you and adjusting himself, you got up as well and put on your underwear then your bottoms until you realize you still had cum on your face and hair..

"damnit, how am I gonna get this off?" you used the bottom of your shirt to wipe off the substance, all feitan really did was watch as you rubbed the semen he planted off of you, now it looked as if the two of you weren't fucking just now.

now shizuku was here, she was alone despite saying she brung shalnark with her, they must've split up..

"oh, there you two are, what have you been doing all this time?"

"out." you replied, pretending as if you were moaning like hell.

after that whole exchange, the troupe eventually formed again.

you all planned that within the next.... how many more months or years it'll take for the boss to call everyone back in, to steal something else.

everyone was gathering their things to head their separate ways, you walked out of the hotel building in order to take the train back to your home city, but you didn't notice that you had someone coming with you.

"you looked nice with my cum on your face."

you turned your head to see a certain short-ass standing unreasonably close to you, he looked up, now seeing his full face as he gave you a small smirk.

"oh shut up, you should've saw what you looked like when I had your dick down my throat, imagine if someone of the troupe saw you, they'd tease you for days."

your eyes landed on a man who stood from the opposite side of you, his eyes widened before he awkwardly walks away.

"you idiot, you should've kept your mouth shut."

"yeah like you didn't start it.."

but all in all, the two of you had some type of affinity for each other, maybe one day, everything would be better in the future.

[bwabys-scenarios]

CAN YOU PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DO PERV ILLUMI i do not think there is enough perv illumi content on this app

He’s a perv

Perv!Illumi x Fem!Reader

A/N: sorry this is short and may resemble my other perv writings… but I hope y’all like it! Join my server

warnings: pervy Illumi, yandere behavior, masturbation, panty stealing, he’s kind of yucky, breeding, pregnancy

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Illumi had never experienced sexual attraction before. Had he gotten some morning wood once or twice? Yes, but he rarely felt the urge to jack off.

That was… until he met you.

He wasn’t quite sure what made you so appealing. You looked ordinary, at least… you should have. Illumi had been surrounded by the worlds most beautiful women since he was but a boy… yet here he was, getting hard over a girl he had barely met.

Maybe it was your soft curves, or the ways your hips swayed when you walked… it could have even been your sweet voice, and those pretty, glossy lips that made him want to pull you in and taste the shiny lipgloss you were wearing…

Whatever it was, ever since he first laid eyes on you, Illumi’s body had been acting strangely. Even a whiff of your perfume could have his cock twitching, standing at attention and ready for you… it was quite embarrassing, or it would have been if Illumi had any shame.

No, the only reason Illumi his his overwhelming desire for you was because he wanted these feelings to go away as quickly as possible. He couldn’t fall for some nobody Hunter with nen weaker than all the other applicants that had passed with you. No, Illumi was supposed to marry the best of the best, a woman whose womb could bear a strong heir.

But… that didn’t stop him from acting on some of his urges…

Unfortunately, Illumi couldn’t seem to let you out of his sight. It was annoying, following you around as you did your little daily chores in town. He could hardly get any work done when you looked so cute. You didn’t even realize your panties were showing when you bent over to pick up a coin…

When he couldn’t be constantly watching over you, Illumi would steal little trinkets from your home to… keep him satiated. Used panties, your lipgloss, and clothing items that smelled like your perfume.

He’d wrap your panties around his cock as he jerked off, your cardigan pressed against his face. If he really focused, he could imagine your pussy tightening around him, your plump thighs pressing against him as he bounced you on his cock…

He’d cum buckets into your panties, then break into your apartment and drop them off on your floor, like a cat leaving a dead mouse as a gift.

After a while, his urges grew and grew, until your panties just weren’t enough for him anymore.

Wooing you wasn’t too hard, and getting into your pants was easier than he would have though. The fact you were a virgin was very surprising… but welcomed. After all, he was a virgin as well.

The second his cock sunk into you, he immediately knew that he could never let you go. To hell with a strong heir, he wanted you, and only you. You were the only one that could make him feel this way… soft, vulnerable, and so goddamn horny.

Poor, poor you, having Illumi fuck into you for hours on end, unable to pull out of your pretty, warm cunt. He fucked so much cum into you that you felt so swollen and full…

Even after he was done, he didn’t pull out. Instead, he held you close, kissing the top of your head. “You’re all mine, darling. I’ll have wedding preparations ready within a week.”

You were much too exhausted to argue… and you weren’t sure you could say no to Illumi Zoldyck… so you just slept, accepting your fate. You’d be taken care of, and would never have to worry about anything ever again.

Shortly, Illumi would have his now pregnant wife in his home, where she would be safe, and where he could ravish her whenever he felt like it.

[dex0s]

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[luffyvace]

MACHI RELATIONSHIP HCS CUZ I LOVE HER

i’m doing this with female reader in mind but i have absolutely nothing against if someone wants a machi x male reader!! (plus i haven’t done female reader yet)

in troupe reader!!

this probably won’t be spoiler free btw

machi as a s/o is very caring and cautious about your safety

even though your in the troupe and she knows you can handle yourself she’ll keep an eye out for you

no matter how strong—stronger than her even

thats just how she is, if she gets a hunch she’ll come running

not literally—just to seem collected- but she would definitely internally worry if you don’t come back way after the time you were supposed to

if were talking after pakunoda died that’ll definitely heighten

she’ll be slightly more paranoid for you

if you’ve been in the troupe a long time you’ll notice these things

but if you were a replacement for a founding member you may or may not notice depending on your skill

its highly likely you do though, since all the troupe members are above average strong, whether in nen, resources, intelligence, gadgets, whatever!

machi would make sure you eat, drink & sleep properly

she’s a very caring lover

shes also the type to be very blunt though

dont take it to heart she means well by it

i feel if your in a relationship with her she trusts you a lot, so you probably own a apartment somewhere together

she’s decent at cooking

but if your a terrible cook she won’t mind because of her living conditions growing up

that doesn’t mean she won’t judge and give criticism though

how else will you improve? in her eyes

she’ll eat it but she’s still picky about it

teaches you what she knows about flavoring/seasoning (or whatever she doesn’t like about it)

i know she would be good at giving massages

but she will expect some in return

she keeps the house clean and expects you to, too

she’s used to living in clutter from childhood but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t like cleanliness 🙄

if your a slob she’ll scold you but still clean the place up herself

she gets up early

like at the crack of dawn

she’s a get things done woman

when she goes to bed varies depending on your troupe missions, how tired she is, etc

she’ll probably wake you up early too but won’t care much as to when you go to bed

unless your health starts declining because of it

then she’ll start forcing you to go bed real early

like 7-8 pm

she doesn’t care if your a grown woman or not

she’s not loosing you all because you refuse to sleep 😒😑

as for dates it won’t necessarily be dates

she’ll just consider it as quality time

stargazing

indulging in your hobbies

her teaching you how to sew your own socks with holes back together

(she rummages through your drawer to find your socks with holes and if they’re dirty she’ll throw them out. if they’re clean they’re now sewn back together)

the troupe knows your together but thankfully it doesn’t put a elephant in the room

especially since y’all don’t do pda

if you try she’ll stop you

shes protective of you though

not really toward the troupe unless they tried to flirt with your fine and dine behind

even then she’d still expect you to handle it yourself and be loyal to her

if a stranger hits on you she be slightly more annoyed

she’s not hot headed though

if they get the message after you say your in a relationship, fine.

but if they keep harassing you?

slice and dice my brother

on another note

at the end of long days she would rest her head on your chest and listen to your heartbeat to lull her to sleep

or vice versa depending on who had a more stressful day

dont talk about it out loud though—especially in front of the troupe. she’ll stop doing it for weeks on end out of embarrassment. with enough time (and stress that built up) she’ll come back to doing it though

if your girly and like to do makeup and hair/skin care routines she’ll do it with you but not every time (skin care more than anything)

and don’t make a big deal or show out of it

but if you wanna sing your favorite songs she’ll have a soft smile on her face

wont sing with you though

also

she’ll shower/bath with you—but in a comfortable n casual way yknow?

no funny business just genuinely showering

scrubbing each other’s backs and scalps

massaging each other’s muscles

rubbing lotion into each other’s skin

then passing out early after changing into some comfy pajamas from the aroma of said lotion

life as her girlfriend is very domestic and relaxing really