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rotten-pomegranates-fics · 1 year ago

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Beast

𝖀𝖛𝖔𝖌𝖎𝖓 X 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

Yandere uvo x afab reader

Warnings: size difference, slight pet play, dub con, Noncon, power play, tell me if I missed anything👍🏻

Notes: this is just a little bit inspired by headcannons that holydayaria where it said uvogin would let reader switch punishment for sex and I am literally writing this at like 3:00am so I hope y’all like it and if you don’t box me (ง'̀-'́)ง

Word count: idk cuzz my app for word counting wont work

You couldn’t believe this, being on your knees for him, being on your knees for your kidnapper, being on your knees for a monster

It’s not the first time and it won’t be the last, you know it but you don’t think you could handle being starved, or beaten or worse things that you couldn’t imagine, so here you are on your knees for uvogin waiting for him to come back and have his way with you

You jump when he walks in, he towers over you with a height you didn’t think humans could be, you where so lost in thought that you must not have heard his rather loud foot steps,“hey princess, are you ready?”, his voice is sickly sweet like he’s a high school bully about to rip up your homework and he’s rubbing it in your face first

All you did was take a nap, but he wasn’t happy you weren’t waiting at the door when he got home, if it was up to him you would be at the door with a tail wagging like a puppy so he gave you the option of punishment, he didn’t go into detail just punishment or you could let him do whatever he wanted to you in bed and you wouldn’t put up a fight, not that it would make a difference if you did put up a fight with his size and strength

You would have choose punishment over this most days but after the last punishment of being out in his garage and not being fed or even being able to use the bathroom in anything but a bucket he left you, you just couldn’t handle anything that would last more then a day, you didn’t doubt that you would be sore after this though

He walks over to you and places a heavy hand on your head to slightly tilt you up to look at his tall form, and you do look at him, you look at him as if he was a god and you were a lamb that just got sacrificed, not to mention the fact that you could see he was already partially hard

“Open up” he holds your head a bit harder,as if to let you know not to fuck up now, you let your mouth open and your tongue roll out and paired with having you look at him through your eyelashes you were just about the cutest thing in the world

“Shit” he says under his breath. He takes his other hand and starts to takes his cock out so he can put it on your face, he wasn’t just wrong he was thick he had weight

He wiggles your head around a bit more and you take the hint to start to licking his base and balls like the good little pet that he wanted “yeah good girl” he jerks his hips against you and you feel him twitch on the side of your face

He yanked you away and gripped your hair to yank you up quickly, it was to sodden, to fast it hurt “get on the bed” he let go of your hair and you quickly scamper to get on the bed so you could lay down and wait for him

He left the room for a minute before coming back with lube, he could never go in without lube, he liked hurting you to some level but without lube he might rip you in two, he gets on top of you and cages you underneath him

You weren’t ready, but he didn’t care he shoved his finger in you, you shout out in pain like a injured animal, who knows that might as well be what he sees you as “haha so small squeezing my fingers nice and tight” you looked up at him with teary eyes and it was only turning him on more and more by the second, of course he was

He lets out a booming laugh when he struggled to force another finger in your delicate body, you weren’t made for this, you weren’t made to be forced into stuff you didn’t want and you definitely weren’t made to have stuff forced in you “I think that’s enough, you think that enough sweetheart?”

He wasn’t really asking, just another way of scaring you “n-no please I’m not ready yet, just a bit more?” You jerked into him hopping to convince him “just a little more master please?”

“Ohhhh honey, you don’t get privileges when your bad and prep is a privilege” he pulls his fingers out and gets the bottle of lube to put a large about on his hands to lather his cock with it

He rubs his fingers up and down your slit a few times to get the rest of it off before his big angry red mushroom tip is pressed against you coin sized whole that wasn’t meant for something of his side

He started forcing it in and you swear this was the most painful thing he’s ever put you through, he’s broken bones, ripped your hair out and even let Feitan have some fun with you while he went away with the troupe. the first time he made you take him at least he prepared you enough that you didn’t feel like he was ripping you in half

“God baby your gonna snap my dick off” he gives a hard thrust that shakes your whole body and you try to kick and get away

The burning on your cheek brought that to a swift stop though, he had slapped you and when you looked up his eyes were dark looming over you like you were prey about to be devoured

In some sense you were, he was bigger, stronger, faster then you in every way shape and form there was nothing you could do if he did want to devour you

“Damn baby I was gonna go slow but I don’t think I can” he starts a rough pace and your only way to seek comfort is to cling to his biceps like your life depended on it, in this moment it felt like it did

You could feel him bumping your cervix and he wasn’t even in all the way, your definitely not walking for the next couple days

“Fuck yeah I’m about to cum” his pace keeps picking up and you don’t think you can take it for much longer “rap your legs around me now!”

He always got you to do that, you could never fully rap your legs around him but it still made him feel good so he made you do it

“Oh yeah keep it all in, take it” his hot ropes of fun where painting your walls white and you could feel that knot inside of you tightening to

You never wanted this to happen but you know your body’s gonna betray you like it had done all those times before

He was riding out his high when the knot snapped and you could feel yourself twitching around him and letting out a loud moan

“Did you just-“ he looked down at you with a confused face before it turned into a mocking smile full of teeth “haha you did to, this isn’t what I had in mind but at least ya get a good orgasm outta this”

All you could do was look down in shame while he pulled out to watch his thick cum deep out of you right before he fucks it right back in

Right when you roll over to try and get away from him and sleep the sorrow away he yanks your foot down the bed taking your whole body with it

“Oh sweetheart that was good but you didn’t really think we where done did you? No no I didn’t forgive you yet”

He truly was a beast

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lightfeltmemories · 9 months ago

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18+, minors, blank, and ageless blogs dni, fem black reader in mind. my first post in this format please don't kill me if someone feels ooc.

he knew you were a baddie before your relationship with him, so, he doesn't police you on what you wear, in fact, he loves your outfits, and if anything, buys (or steals) anything you desire to keep you high maintenance, when walking down the street, he loves the thought of other men feeling envious because he managed to pull such a gem, your hand in his, you both walk down the street, the way your ass jiggles with every step in your short shorts, the way your tits bounce in the tight fitting tank top, the way your makeup is always flawless and glowing in the sunlight, the way your hair and nails are always done, the way you always smell good as fuck, he loves every aspect of you, and knew exactly what he was getting into when he pursued you, because at the end of the day, he's the one thrusting his fat cock deep inside you every night, his name is the one escaping your lips as he pounds into you, moaning and screaming for more, he's the one you chose to lay next to after it's all said and done.

jjk: satoru gojo, choso, kento nanami, toji fushiguro, shiu kong, naruto: naruto uzumaki, kisame hoshigaki, hidan, kakashi hatake, might guy, deidara hashirama senju, jiraya demon slayer: kyojuro rengoku, tengen uzui, douma, giyu tomioka, iguro obanai hunter x hunter: leorio paladiknight, uvogin, nobunaga hazama, shalnark ryusei, phinks magub, hisoka morrow, feitan portor one piece: monkey d. luffy, rorona zoro, vinsmoke sanji, usopp, brook, portgas d. ace, eustass kid, donquixote doflamingo,

anyone i didn't add, this can also apply if you want it to but these were the characters that came to mind for me :)

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kiame-sama · 3 years ago

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Could you please write a story of your A/B/O AU with the Troupe and them having a pack Omega, like the one the Zoldyck family has. I'd prefer if the Troupe met the Omega "naturally" instead of buying them though; for example, they were hiding their status and were at a heist of the Troupe but the stress revealed it and the Troupe decided to keep them. That's just an example through feel free to do any "natural" (for the Troupe) meeting. No cruelty towards the Omega please, though implied/background is ok due to the nature of your AU's society.

Silk Omega - (Yandere!Phantom Troupe x Omega!Reader)

Hope this is 'natural' enough of a way to meet their omega and gain their trust.

Warnings: abo au, only about 1000 omegas exist world wide, affectionate behavior towards omega, yandere, yandere behavior, polyamorous relationship, murder, mention of kidnapping, mention of binds, liberation, cuddles.

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A phantom scent carried on the wind and towards the group in pursuit of the caravan. Supposedly countless valuable goods were being transported in this caravan and the troupe planed on taking everything they could get their hands on. Ideally, everything in the caravan would come into the hands of the Phantom Troupe and the caravan wouldn't make it to a final destination. All was going well and the Troupe was currently going over the current plan of striking when the caravan stopped for the evening, a snow storm beginning to settle in the clouds above.

While the Troupe had been tailing the caravan, a specific scent continued to occasionally appear on the wind from the caravan. A scent none of the Troupe members were familiar with was very faint but indeed present among the traveling goods and that made everyone curious. As far as they were aware, the only things being transfered in the caravan were precious stones and metals. Nothing should be present that has such a unique and distinct scent.

"Shalnark, Nobunaga, Franklin, Uvogin, and I will deal with the brunt of the guards and keep them focused on us. Feitan, Phinks, Shizuku, and Bonolenov will prioritize moving the goods to the secure location. Kortopi will keep watch for reinforcements. Pakunoda, Machi, I want you two to go in first and prioritize finding the source of that scent. Once identified, contact me and we will continue with the plan from there depending on what you two find."

The spiders agreed to their roles and waited patiently for the caravan to stop for the evening. As the group eventually stopped and set up camp, the Troupe observed the different guard postings around the goods. Nightfall came quickly meaning the two spiders would go in first to find the mysterious scent that came from somewhere within the caravan.

It was almost too easy for the intruders to slide past the guards and avoid detection, starting with the nearest cart and working their way through in pursuit of the scent. One cart in particular was different from the others, sealed tightly on all sides minus a single access point at the back. A surprisingly high-grade lock was installed into the metallic door, but it was not high-grade enough to keep Machi from picking the lock.

The two silently decided to have Pakunoda stand guard and Machi enter the sealed container. If the scent was coming from inside the container, they should minimize the amount of time the access port is open in case the increased scent gives their position away. Machi was also faster than Pakunoda at silently incapacitating threats, both believing there to be an endangered animal being smuggled into the destination, hence the scent blocking walls of the container. The pink haired female was quick to enter and close the access hatch behind her, eyes widening when she turned around to look at the contents of the sealed cart.

Laying within a cage further in was a soft looking human woman wrapped in silk clothing, blindfold secured over her eyes and hands bound to prevent her from removing the blindfold. The cage was lined with soft blankets and pillows, though it was clear the woman inside was more than likely a kidnapping victim instead of a willing participant. Machi was at first confused by the sight before everything seemed to click into place with the sudden realization of just what this female was.

The scent, the secrecy, the cage, the guards, it all made sense. The woman inside the cage wasn't just any woman, she was an Omega. No doubt the container being built specifically to retain heat and scent in order to transport stolen or kidnapped omegas in a relatively controlled environment. Machi didn't want to wait to free the captive omega, the distressed scent coming from the unconscious woman making her want to act, but Chrollo was the boss. Chrollo would make a decision on what they should do with the priceless treasure they happened to stumble across.

With a quick motion she pressed redial on her burner phone, finding even the few seconds of ringing to be too long before a click indicated the lead spider answered.

"Boss, we found the source of the scent within a scent blocking transfer cart. You aren't going to believe what is inside. An omega. A live, unmated, unmarked omega. The gems and metals are a distraction from the real prize. She doesn't look injured other than some bruising around her neck and an injection site where a sedative was likely administered. She was clearly drugged and caged, but she seems healthy otherwise."

A moment of silence hung in the air before Chrollo spoke, his usual calm tone having an almost excited edge to it.

"Protect her while we deal with the guards. From there, we can decide what should be done with her."

Machi didn't need to be told twice, settling down by the omega and checking over more thoroughly to ensure she was uninjured. The thick walls of the container muted most sounds from the outside, though the chaos didn't need to be heard to be felt. There would be no one to contest against the troupe and once the loose ends were out of the way, the cart was opened enough to let the scent out, but keep the heat in.

The other spiders stood anxiously outside, Chrollo likely having told them just what Machi had come across within the sealed container. The scent from the omega clearly impacted the whole troupe as they glanced at the container with a mixture of curiosity and desire.

"So, that's what an omega smells like, huh?"

"What should we do with her?"

"Maybe we should sell her?"

"Why sell when we can just keep her?"

"Do you know how much people would pay for an omega like her?"

Chrollo signaled for silence and the side chatter stopped immediately, all eyes on their leader. It was clear the troupe was keen to hear what Chrollo had to say on the matter, uncertain how to move forward with such a find.

"As I see it, there are two possible choices we can make regarding this omega. We can sell her, as the caravan likely intended to, or we keep her. Keeping her means she will belong to the troupe. She will be shared among the troupe members and those in the troupe have rights to mate her and mark her. I will remain neutral unless a tie breaker is needed. Who among us want to keep her?"

There was no need for Chrollo to break a tie as the entire group was in clear agreement in what they wanted to do. Every member of the Troupe wanted to keep and share the omega. Not a single member deviated from the group vote and Chrollo felt vaguely smug, having already known what the Troupe would pick. It wasn't every day an omega was up for grabs like this and they were not fools, they knew when the opportunity of a lifetime presented itself.

The entire caravan worth of gems and precious metals were easily transfered to the abandoned location the Troupe chose to gather in. Moving the omega was done with far more care than the gems were, Uvogin and Franklin breaking open the cage so the omega inside could be extracted. The blankets and pillows were moved with the omega to try and allow the rare being some comfort from them and to keep them warm. After being released and removed from the cage, all binds and blindfold were also removed to allow the omega the freedom to move upon waking.

It took longer than expected for the omega to wake, everyone in the Troupe refusing to sleep until their omega safely awoke. Thankfully they did not have to wait too long into their vigil before a soft whine came from their quarry, the gentle figure slowly coming to consciousness. At first, she seemed confused and out of place, but as she continued to shake off sleep, her awareness returned to her as well. The panicked way she sat up and gazed around herself almost angered the troupe, wanting their omega to not be afraid or stressed in such a way.

"Good to see you have woken up," Chrollo said calmly, closing his book and slowly approaching the startled omega as to not frighten her, "you have been out for some time now."

"Wh-where-?"

"Shh, it's alright. My... associates and I happened to stumble across the caravan transporting you. We were less than pleased with your treatment so we removed you from their custody. What's your name?"

"It... It's (y/n)... I don't- I don't have anything to repay you..."

"(Y/n), you don't need to repay us. You are an omega and they likely wanted to sell you because of it. I would recommend you stay close to us, however, as you are somewhere new and probably disoriented by the ordeal."

Chrollo's words seemed to soothe the anxious omega immensely and the frightened scent turned to a much more relaxed one. It was then the soft omega began to shiver, the howling blizzard outside and the cold air inside likely being the cause of their Omega's discomfort.

"Are you warm enough?"

"Just- just a little cold, please don't worry. I'll be okay."

"You don't need to bear your discomfort. I speak for the entire group when I say that we want you to be comfortable and happy."

"... I'm more than a little cold... If... If you don't mind, can someone warm sit with me?"

Some of the troupe felt surprise at how gentle and agreeable the omega was being despite having been plucked off of the streets by strangers. Clearly she saw them more as saviors due to them freeing her from the caravan, trusting them more as a result. No doubt acting on instinctual desire to stay where they are most protected and cared for, looking to the Troupe for that protection and affection.

Uvogin was the clear choice as he is a furnace of a man and let out a good level of heat, his alpha scent likely going to be a comfort as well. Despite the jealous looks he received from a few of the others, he strode over to the omega and settled down, allowing the cautious and shaken omega to choose where she would like to be. She cuddled into Uvogin's side, pulling a blanket up around herself and practically latching on to the warm man for any and all heat he could provide. Her shivers died down quickly as Uvogin's heat warmed her cold figure considerably.

Chrollo would approach the topic of (y/n) becoming a shared mate among the troupe, but for now, they simply wished to keep her happy and comfortable. She would need better clothes than the thin silk robe she wore and would likely need food soon as they didn't know how long she had been unconscious. The troupe would retrieve the desired amenities without question, all of them dedicated to their Omega's comfort.

This silk wrapped omega will need not suffer anymore, not if the troupe could help it.

#yandere #x reader #kiame-sama #yandere x reader #reader insert #tw yandere #yandere abo #abo au #tw abo #tw implied kidnapping #tw implied murder #tw imprisonment #tw polyamorous relationship #yandere phantom troupe #yandere x omega reader

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uvobreakmylegs · 3 years ago

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When the Sun Gets Higher

part 2 of a three-part poly!vampire! Uvo x reader x Nobu! this time featuring hellhound!Shalnark :D

Part 1 | Part 3

Warnings: fem!reader, mentions of death, captivity, mentions of noncon, blood, small mentions of gore (kinda?), attempted escape

Word count: 6.8k

When they're asleep they look dead.

That's not the case when they're awake, walking around and talking, just like regular living people. Nobunaga and Uvogin can walk through entire crowds and no one would think that they would look the way they do when they're asleep. Their complexions are healthy, and with all of their muscle they look far better than most others that you'd seen.

But when they rest during the daytime to recharge and recover their strength, that's when they look dead.

When you lay in between the two of them, waking up at odd intervals during the day because despite how much time you've spent with them your internal clock still thinks you should be awake when the sun is up, you often find yourself staring at them. Neither seem to be breathing and their faces are calm. And when you see that sight a memory always comes to mind:

An old friend of yours from high school died shortly after you had graduated. It was sudden and unexpected and you remembered crying your eyes out the day that you learned the news. Shortly after you'd attended their wake, and at the end of the crowded room of the funeral home filled with their family and friends, you saw your friend laying in a casket. And while tears began to fill your eyes again at the sight, as it was a confirmation that they really were gone forever, you also remembered thinking of how fake they looked. Whether it was just the fact that the body in front of you was just no longer alive or perhaps if it was just the embalming process was what had made them look artificial, you had a hard time believing that had once been a living, breathing person like you.

That was the feeling you got every time you looked at Nobunaga or Uvogin.

But unlike your friend, they always wake up.

Currently you were looking at Nobunaga. You had woken up finding yourself positioned on your side, and he was the first thing you had seen. He was laying on his back, his head turned slightly towards you and his eyes closed. You could sense Uvo's form behind you, and you knew if you turned your head to look him, he'd look the same as Nobu.

Cold and still, but peaceful.

It would change when they woke up, and once you saw them sitting up and chatting with you, you'd be able to push those previous images of them to the back of your mind as you focused on other things.

Like the absolutely miserable situation they had forced you into.

How long had it been since the night of the carnival? You had no idea. You'd blacked out after the two of them assaulted you.

When you woke up next you hadn't been able to move much, as the ache in your limbs made moving too hard. You found yourself laying between the two of them at that time as well, all three of you laying in the corner of the room on what appeared to be several mattresses that had been pushed together on the floor, likely done to accommodate Uvo's size. When you were finally able to move around a little, you found yourself covered in healing bite marks that were all over your hands, arms and neck, as well as a few stray wounds that were on your thighs.

They weren't forthcoming when it came to questions about where you were, as they'd either laugh at you and tell you not to worry about it or just straight-up ignore you. That left you trying to figure things out on your own.

And all you'd really been able to tell since you'd been brought here was that you'd been living in a finished basement.

There were areas of the wall towards the ceiling that looked as though they had been windows at one point, but they had been bricked up, not allowing you even a glimpse at whatever was outside. There were also a few doors that were always locked, as well as a stairway that lead to an upstairs area, and the door at the top was also locked any time you tried it. Just based on all of that and how cold it could get in there, it didn't seem too unreasonable to assume that you were in a basement.

Evidently the two had no need for a way to tell the time, so whenever you woke up when they were both still out of it you couldn't even tell what time in the day it was. The only thing you got was when they woke up, as that told you that it was nighttime once again. That was at least something you could use to keep track of the time, to make a rough estimate of exactly how long you'd been here. Trying to keep an exact count was impossible, though. You had tried a few times to count the days exactly, but you would find yourself becoming confused as your memories seemed to get jumbled together. Only once had you tried keeping a tally, but Nobu had put a stop to that as he gruffly told you not to mark up the walls.

If you were to guess, you'd say it had been a few months that they kept you here. That seemed like a reasonable thing to assume.

But with some of the things they'd done to you, it felt like longer.

Currently it was quiet, with the only exception being the mini fridge on the other side of the room that let out a low hum. If you strained your ears, you could hear other things. Noises that came from the outside, beyond the bricked up windows. Usually all you could hear were the sounds of cars driving by and the distant sounds of dogs barking. From that, you wondered if their hideout was situated in a neighborhood somewhere. Depending on how nice it was, it was probably the best hiding place for them; not many would suspect that a normal-looking house would have a pair of blood-drinking kidnappers lurking in the basement. That was if it looked like a nice place, though.

You also wondered who exactly was housing them. With Nobunaga's and Uvogin's regular activities seeming to take up most of their time, it was safe to assume that there was a third party to take care of the mundane things like bills and upkeep of the house. A third party seemed guaranteed since you had occasionally heard footsteps walking on the floor above when the other two were downstairs with you.

It was sad to think that there was another person who knew about this. That Uvo and Nobu were keeping you down here and that they weren't doing anything about it. Even if they didn't know the extent of what they were doing to you, they had to know that you were down here, right? And they were just okay with it?

Or were they being threatened by your captors into not doing anything?

It was impossible to tell when you knew absolutely nothing about that other person. Maybe they were being threatened. Or maybe it was someone that they cared about who's life was on the line. Both were reasonable possibilities.

You ended up glancing back to Uvo, and you were unsurprised to see that he looked the same as Nobu in that moment: looking dead.

Looking fake.

The two kept insisting that they were vampires. Kept trying to prove it in the way they said things and in the way they would bite you. And maybe the way they looked when they slept could be interpreted as further proof of their claims.

But it wasn't true.

They were delusional at best, and playing out some sick fantasy at worst. Your mind only saw them as seeming dead because of the extreme stress that it had been put under since they had brought you here. It was some sort of response to all of the trauma; it had to be. For whatever reason, your mind was taking that image of your friend and applying it to them when they slept. Though you weren't certain if the mind could really work like that, you held onto that explanation.

But you didn't want to consider any others.

It was a sick game that they were playing, and one that they had begun to force you to participate in to an even greater extent.

A lump formed in your throat as you watched Nobunaga and Uvo from where you sat on the bed. Each man had sliced open their wrist, allowing the blood that came out to flow into a cup that they had brought out seemingly just for this. The blood came out looking black and thick and you felt the urge to vomit as you kept your eyes on them, too worried about what would happen if you glanced away. So you watched in quiet horror as you pressed yourself against the wall, your knees drawn up while you clutched the cat plush tightly to your chest. Despite it being a gift from them, it was one of the few things that gave you comfort.

Uvo held the cup out to you after he had finished, calling for you to come over.

“.... Why?” you asked him.

“Because we need you to drink this.”

You stared at them. Then looked to the cup, and then back to them.

“..... Is this a joke?”

“Does it sound like we're joking?” Nobu asked you.

It didn't, and when you looked to their expressions, they were serious about wanting you to drink the contents of the cup.

“That's disgusting,” you said, “no. I'm not doing that.”

“This isn't exactly optional, babe,” Uvo said.

“I'm not doing it,” you insisted, “you two can play vampire all you want, but I'm not going to be part of that.”

Your captors shared a look between themselves.

“I told you she wouldn't do it on her own,” Nobu said to Uvogin.

“It was worth a shot.”

With that, Uvo handed the cup off to Nobu.

And then the two of them were on top of you, Uvogin easily forcing you into his lap and holding your limbs down so you couldn't try to push away while Nobu wrenched open your jaw so he could force the liquid down your throat, like you were some sort of disobedient animal that didn't want to take their medication.

Despite all of that, you still did your best to struggle and get away from them, using one of your legs to kick at Nobunaga.

That ended up irritating him, and he grabbed you by the jaw so he could look you in the eyes as he said “stop struggling.”

For some reason, you listened, even though you desperately wanted to keep fighting them.

Something similar had happened on the night of the carnival, you remembered. Where you made some questionable choices that had been encouraged by them. Like going off without messaging your friends and not questioning when they drove you out of the parking lot. Things that you had known were dumb but for some reason they had been able to convince you that it was okay. They could just say a word and you would do as they said, even if you knew that what was happening was wrong.

They had some sort of control over you, and you couldn't rationalize as to how they were able to do that.

Most of the blood ended up in your mouth, and they were quick to force your jaw shut so you had no choice but to swallow. And they kept your mouth shut so there was no chance that you would try to purge it from your system.

The only decent thing they did after they finally let you go was give you a bottle of water that you downed within a few moments as you tried to rid the taste of blood from your mouth. With how great your disgust was at what had happened and the fact that you were focusing on Uvogin just because he kept stroking your hair, you largely missed whatever it was that Nobunaga was saying. Something about things being hard for you for a while.

You should've made more of an effort to listen.

The events that followed that night were largely a blur to you.

Over a period of what must've been weeks, you found yourself in the greatest pain you'd ever felt. Your head hurt, your teeth ached and it felt like your skin was burning and all you wanted to do claw open your own flesh in the hopes that it would provide just a little bit of relief.

Uvo and Nobu didn't allow that.

In those brief moments of clarity you had, where the pain wasn't forcing you into delirium, one or both would be with you. Holding you, wiping away the sweat that had formed on your forehead, or offering you words of comfort when they realized that you were cognizant. During several of those instances you awoke to find that your wrists had been bound behind your back, and when you struggled as you tried to free your hands, they would hold you close again, putting a stop to that as they told you to stay calm. Giving you encouraging words as they said that you were doing good, that you were almost through this and that things would be so much better for you once it was finished.

Your throat was always hoarse when they would tell you this, and you could never form the proper words to ask what they meant by “it” being “finished”.

It wasn't clear when all of that ended. All you could really recall was one day waking up and noticing that you were no longer bound and that the pain was gone. There was also a sense that there was something different. Something different about you specifically, but you couldn't place what it was exactly.

But your captor's treatment of you changed.

They still held you close and were all over you in general, and while they would leave claiming bites on your skin, they would no longer sink their teeth into you and drink from your veins. You didn't question it, taking it as a good thing that they had stopped doing that.

But what was bad was when they stopped feeding you.

The mini-fridge that was usually stocked with food had been emptied of anything edible, and in their place were blood packets.

You hadn't mentioned anything about it at first. But as the hours dragged on and you felt a hunger growing within you, you brought it up to them, asking if they were going to feed you.

“There's stuff for you in the fridge,” Nobu said.

“The.... The blood?”

“What else?”

“I'm not touching that,” you said, “I need food.”

“I mean, you can have food it you want,” Uvo piped up, “but it's not gonna do that much for you. You're gonna need the blood if you want to survive.”

“I'm not drinking blood,” you reiterated.

“Then you're gonna go hungry,” said Nobunaga, “and I honestly don't want to deal with that this early on, so it'd be better for all of us if you just take the blood.”

“I'm not touching that. Normal people don't drink blood.”

The two of them shared a confused look between themselves at that. Then Uvogin spoke your name slowly.

“You are aware that you're not a 'normal person' anymore, right?” he questioned.

“What do you mean?” you questioned back.

“You've been changed,” he said, “you're like us: a vampire. You're not alive anymore.”

“…..”

You stared at him, waiting for him to say something else. To say that it was a joke or that he was lying to you.

But Uvogin didn't say anything more. And when you looked to Nobu, you saw that he was just as serious as his companion.

“..... Vampires aren't real.”

After you said that, it was their turn to look at you in disbelief, and the two shared another look with each other.

“Guess it's a good thing we're not keeping you around for your brains,” Nobu muttered.

On hearing that, you turned around and laid down in bed, indignantly facing the wall with your back turned towards them so you didn't need to see them anymore.

They were lying. Or they were crazy. Either way, you were right; vampires aren't real.

“Guess we'll have to force-feed her for a bit,” you heard Nobu say.

You stiffened on hearing that, but you waited to hear Uvo's response.

“Nah, just let her be for now.”

“What? She'll starve herself if we do that.”

“No she won't,” said Uvo, “eventually her hunger will kick in and she'll have no choice but to take the blood. Let her suffer until then if that's what she wants to do.”

“I don't want to deal with her going feral.”

“I really doubt we'll need to worry about that. Just leave her alone for now.”

That seemed to be the end of the conversation, and just as Uvogin had said, the two of them left you alone.

That had been a week ago. Or so you had guessed.

And now you were tired, hungry and all you wanted was to go home.

Go home and get as far away from these two as humanly possible.

Despite the weakness in your entire being, that thought had you pushing yourself up from the mattress, making sure to do so slowly while you kept an eye on the two of them. There had been too many times all you had done was get up from the bed just a bit too quickly and that had been enough to wake them up, their eyes that had been closed snapping open as they grabbed you and forced you back down.

So you went about things slow, raising yourself up to your knees so you could slowly back away while you watched their faces, just in case they did end up waking up anyway and you needed to give some excuse as to why you were getting up. Whether they would believe you or not would depend on their moods; either they would see right through you and hold onto you so you couldn't try getting away again, or they would accept your explanation but wait for you to return from whatever it was that you said that you were getting up to do.

Though you did wonder if they ever bought your excuses, and any times that they seemed to have done that were just a matter of them not feeling like handing out any punishments in that moment.

It was just more reason to get away from them. And when you stood up fully from the mattresses, you kept your eyes on them still as you backed away until you felt you were safe to turn around and head for the stairs.

But slowly.

Going up the stairs without making a sound was an art by now, something you had learned through trial and error with your previous attempts at escape. Where to place your foot without anything creaking, which steps to avoid entirely as you stepped over them, and all the while you were glancing behind yourself, fully expecting to see one of the two come up behind and drag you back to the bed.

It must've been a combination of how deep they were in sleep and how quietly you were able to move about now, as you were able to reach the top of the stairs without waking them.

You didn't remember any other time in your life where you had managed to move so quietly. Maybe that was a survival skill born out of your captivity, one of the few things that was in your favor.

There was still the issue of the door, and if they had gone back to locking it. If it was locked it was better to head back down and take your place in between them. Even if you could just break open the lock, that would make far too much noise and set you back once again, and the last thing you wanted was to be taken back down those stairs.

Taking a deep breath, you grasped the handle of the door-

And had to keep your noise of elation silent when you felt the handle turn and the door beginning to swing open.

It was happening. You were getting out.

It was a struggle to keep yourself from just running out, now that the last obstacle that kept you from getting away was no longer an issue. But you kept repeating to yourself that you weren't safe yet. They could still hear you if you made too much noise, and even with the small amount of distance between you and them, they would likely be able to catch you in moments.

You opened the door until the opening just barely fit you, and then you squeezed through, quickly turning around and shutting the door with the same amount of care. And even then you told yourself that you still weren't away from danger. Once you got outside, you told yourself. Once you made it there you could make whatever mad dash to get help and hopefully find someone who could take care of the two downstairs.

After shutting the basement door, you looked about the surrounding area, noting that this was the first time you'd seen anything on this floor. It definitely appeared to be a house that you were in, as you the room you were in looked to be a kitchen. Turning as you inspected more of the area around you, you noted that it looked pretty clean for the most part, with the exception being some areas where junk had piled-

You swore you nearly had a heart attack when you noticed what had been sitting behind you, and you jumped back against the door with a sharp intake of breath.

….. A dog.

It was just a dog. And they didn't appear to be aggressive as they were just sitting back and watching you, tilting their head with a curious look as you made yourself calm down.

In your time spent here, you remembered instances when you'd heard footsteps on the floor above you, but never anything that would've indicated that there was a dog present. And with how Uvo and Nobu's schedule typically had them sleeping during the day and running off at night, you weren't sure if either had the time to take care of an animal.

But based on their attitude and how clean their golden fur was, it didn't seem to be a stray.

They must've belonged to whoever else lived in this house.

And upon remembering that there definitely was at least a third person in this place, you spurred yourself to keep moving.

The dog didn't react when you began stepping around them. They just continued to watch, green eyes tracking your movement as you wandered further into the kitchen.

“Nice dog,” you whispered, grateful that they hadn't started barking.

You heard the thing snort at that, but you didn't register the dog doing anything else as you were distracted by a new find:

A door.

One that lead to the outside.

As swiftly and as quietly as you could, you approached. There was a lock on this one too, but it was one that you could open. With one flick of the lock and a push to the door, you exited onto a shaded patio.

And for the first time in months you got a breath of fresh air.

It truly hadn't hit you until now just how stuffy it was down there. How stagnant and dead it was. And they'd kept you locked up down there without letting you out even once. It was also the first time you'd seen sunlight since that day they'd taken you, and though you were still within the doorway, just seeing the natural light in front of you was hurting your eyes a little.

How you'd managed to keep your sanity largely intact during all this time you had no clue.

There wasn't time to focus on that, however. Beyond the patio, you saw a backyard, fenced in on both sides with a wooded area that sat opposite of the house. It was hard to say which direction you should run in, but the fence on either side had you choosing the wooded area. If you went that way, you'd find help.

You desperately hoped that would be the case, and this time without bothering to shut the door behind you, you took off in a run, leaving the patio and going out into the yard.

The instant you felt the sunlight hit your skin you were overcome by a feeling of weakness. Your knees buckled and your legs felt unsteady as you rushed across the yard, and before you even made it halfway, a dizzying sensation overwhelmed you and you fell onto the ground below.

What was happening?

Were you sick? Or was it just the fact that finally getting out of that house after months of captivity was too overwhelming for you? That finally breathing something other than the basement air and seeing something other than those painted walls was happening too fast and the drastic change in environment was affecting you physically.

But you needed to power through it. This was the best chance you'd gotten in a while to escape those two. If they realized you were gone and came up to find you sprawled in the backyard, it was tough to say when another opportunity would come.

You tried to push yourself back up, but you were barely able to lift your torso off the ground before your arms buckled beneath the pressure and you fell back down.

Goddammit, why was this happening now?

With your body not cooperating but still desperate to run and get help, the best option you had left was to crawl your way to freedom. It felt pathetic, another degrading moment you needed to live through since the start of this miserable situation. But you repeated to yourself that as long as you were able to get away, then it didn't matter what exactly you looked like during that process.

All that mattered was you getting away.

The trees that were at the back of the yard looked inviting. In particular the shade that they provided, little spots that protected the area from the rays of the sun. There was something in you that told you to get to that area, that desperately wanted to no longer be out in the open as you began to feel a tingling sensation on your skin. God, what the hell had they done to you?

Struggling across the yard in the way you did felt like it took hours as you crawled your way across, tearing up clumps of the grass as you did so. But even with as weak as you felt, hope lit up in your chest again when you realized that you were making progress when you saw the treeline was closer. If you could get to that area and then gather up enough strength to get outside of the property line, it seemed guaranteed that you'd be able to get help. Through the foliage of the trees in front of you, you could see what appeared to be a house on the other side. And if someone was there and they saw you, then you'd be saved.

That thought renewed some of your strength, and though you still didn't have the strength to get up, you began to move faster.

Almost. You were almost there.

“Well, I think that's far enough.”

The cheerful voice you heard from behind was unexpected, and as you turned your head to look at who had spoken, you were distracted by the sounds of an umbrella opening up before it was held above you, covering the majority of your body from the sun.

The relief you felt was instant, and without really thinking you pulled your limbs in as tight as you could so all parts of you were curled beneath the shade of the umbrella, earning you a chuckle from the person who held it.

“I know they're keeping you ignorant of some stuff on purpose, but it seems a little dumb to not let you know that you could die from the sunlight when you're this weak.”

There was a pause, and then the voice asked “they haven't told you that, right?”

The man who spoke to you looked as though he was younger than your captors. Short blonde hair and large green eyes that gave him a look of innocence as he grinned down at you. The light pastels of the clothing he wore only added to that innocent look, and the only dark thing about him was the large black umbrella he was holding over you.

But despite how innocuous he looked, there was something about him, something in the way he looked down at you that told you he was dangerous. The gut feeling that was largely absent on the night you'd met Nobu and Uvo was present this time, and you found yourself wanting to be away from this man just as much as you wanted to be away from them.

There was also something about his eyes that seemed familiar, although you couldn't place why that could be.

After a few moments, the man shrugged, laughing as he said “well, whatever. At least you know now that you can't get away that easy.”

Your head lolled back in the direction of the trees, his words reminding you of what you'd been after: getting out of here.

You reached a hand out of the protection that the umbrella provided, and winced when the sunlight hit your arm again.

“You're trying to get away again? Do you really think I'm just gonna let you do that?” the man asked with a healthy bit of incredulousness in his tone.

“I want to go home,” you whined, reaching out with your other arm to pull yourself forward. The tingling sensation on your skin was becoming more noticeable.

“Don't know if that's the best idea. I doubt your family and friends would be okay with what you've become.”

….. What I've become?

“I haven't become anything,” you said, “I'm still myself.”

“Really.”

The man moved the umbrella away from you and you yelped at the feeling of the sunlight hitting you fully once again.

“You think that reaction is normal?” he asked. He held the umbrella back over you, and you found yourself curled in the spot of shade it provided once more.

“You've seen what they do, so you should know what they are. And Uvo told me that they changed you, although he also mentioned that you've been resistant to drinking blood.”

He leaned down to kneel beside you while still holding the umbrella over you.

“Why do you think they'd make you drink blood?”

“Because they're sick,” you spat.

Based on the way he blinked and shrugged, it seemed that he agreed on you with that point.

“But those bites on your neck and them making you drink their blood should also tell you something,” he continued, “and I really don't think your loved ones would happy with you having become a vampire.”

“I'm not.”

Despite your stubbornness, the man had yet to become irritated with you. He actually seemed amused by the whole thing with the way he laughed at your response.

“Well, you're free to say that you aren't all you like. It doesn't change the fact that you're theirs now.”

He stood back up, brushing off the knees of his pants as he continued “I think you've had enough fun for today, so I'll be taking you back inside.”

Protests were about to spill from your mouth when he folded the umbrella closed, and now when the sun hit you, it was no longer just a tingling sensation but actual pain that you were feeling that crawled through your skin.

“Don't make too much noise, okay? The neighbors think highly of me, and I'd like to keep it that way. Moving house is a pain.”

You didn't answer him, only whimpering when he lifted you off the ground and slung you over his shoulder with an “up we go.” Though his strength wasn't quite on par with that of Uvo or Nobu, he seemed to be a lot stronger than he looked.

He carried you back into the house with you on his shoulder, and you were only able to move your head up once, getting one last glimpse of your would-be escape route before he turned so he could close and lock the door behind him.

Once back inside, you felt some relief again, but the way he had jostled you around on his shoulder had unsettled your stomach.

“.... Bathroom,” you mumbled.

“Hm?”

“I'm gonna throw up.”

“Ah.”

At least he took you over to the bathroom without any complaint, setting you down on the floor before he walked away. If you'd had some ounce of strength, you probably would've been tempted to make another run for it. Probably a dumb idea, but maybe one that would've been dumb enough that he wouldn't have expected it. But as it was, you barely had enough strength to lift up the lid of the toilet before you began to hurl up bile.

There was some relief that there wasn't much that came up, but that was largely because you didn't even remember the last time you had eaten a full meal. On the nights leading up to this day, the only thing those two had given you were the packets of blood that you had refused to touch. They'd left you alone, still citing that you would take them whenever you got hungry enough.

But after today's escape attempt, you wondered if they'd even allow you the option of refusing.

You became aware of people standing by the door. Could feel their gazes on you as they spoke.

“-don't get why you let her out,” one said.

That was clearly Uvogin's voice.

“I'd have stopped her if she tried going out the front door,” was the response.

The man who'd brought you in.

“But since she was going out to an area where no one would see her, I figured it was a good time for her to learn what happens when you're too weak to be out in the sunlight.”

“Mm. I guess. But if this happens again just bring her back down.”

“I figured.”

You had kept your gaze on your lap, but when you heard Uvo's voice barking out your name, you glanced over to him. He looked very alive, and while this wasn't the angriest you'd seen him, he definitely looked annoyed.

Uvo motioned for you to get up. When you didn't immediately follow his order, he sighed before he bent down to pick you up.

“Sorry for the hassle, Shalnark.”

“Not a big deal. Watching over you three is my job, right?” the other man, Shalnark, replied.

“Yeah. But we'll need to start locking that door again when we're sleeping,” Uvo grumbled, “especially if she's gotten quiet enough that we can't hear her leaving.”

“Don't worry. She won't get out again.”

Shalnark said those words confidently, and it made you sad to think that every action you had taken in your escape attempt was so worthless. That he could've stopped you before you left the house or even the second you left the basement, but he'd let you go out and flounder out there just for some sick “lesson”.

The conversation ended after that, and Uvogin carried you back over to the basement's entrance. You managed a glance over his shoulder before he began to descend down the steps, looking over to where Shalnark still stood. Your eyes met, and he waved at you as he smiled cheerfully.

It felt condescending.

You also wondered where the dog had gone.

Nobunaga was sitting up in his spot on the bed, leaning his chin against his hand as he watched the two of you come back down.

Also no longer looking dead, and also looking very annoyed.

“So she got out?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Uvo answered, tossing you onto the bed after and then heading back to the stairs, most likely to lock the door at the top.

You landed on your front, though you didn't stay like that for long as Nobu pulled you back up and made you face him. He turned your face from side to side, then looked over your arms and then the rest of you, his frown deepening as he clearly didn't like what he saw.

You doubted that you looked very good. You hadn't felt good since they'd forced blood down your throat and then refused to feed you.

But what the hell had they been expecting?

“Where the hell was Shalnark?” Nobu called up to Uvogin.

“He was aware. And he was watching her,” was the response that came back.”

“And he still let her out?”

“He also saw how weak she was,” Uvo explained, “he knew she wouldn't have gotten far, and he would've stopped it if he knew she'd go up in flames.”

Nobunaga didn't seem entirely pleased by that, but he turned his attention back to you, looking you over again and then came to a decision.

Nobu looked back to Uvogin once he had returned from locking the door.

“We're feeding her,” Nobu said, “whether she wants it or not.”

There wasn't any argument from Uvo, who just nodded and headed over towards the fridge.

You already knew what he was going over there for, and you tensed when you saw him pull open the door.

Nobunaga looked back over to you.

“Sit still.”

As much as you wanted to get away, you were also aware that the two men weren't happy with you right now, and continuing to fight in this moment would only upset them more. So even if Nobunaga hadn't told you to stay still, you wouldn't have moved. Even though there was still a part of you inside that stupidly wanted to make a break for the stairs even though they were both awake and it was now locked, you sat there obediently.

It was okay, you told yourself. Another chance would come. Maybe it would take a while, but another chance would definitely come.

Uvo sat back down next to you, blood packet in hand. And once again you were repositioned with your mouth being forced open and the blood being poured down your throat. The smell and taste of iron felt overwhelming as the chilled liquid went over your tongue.

Strangely, you felt better after you drank from the packet, even though you repeatedly told yourself that this was disgusting.

“You could die if you go out into sunlight when you're too weak,” Uvo told you as the last remainders of the packet poured into your mouth, “so make an effort to feed yourself; we didn't bring you here just so you could burn to a crisp.”

He was talking nonsense again. That was all it had to be. Even if you were feeling better, it had to just be a coincidence.

The outside had just been too overwhelming.

You really, really hoped that was all it was.

This time they let you go after the packet had been drained. Evidently they weren't worried about you trying to force the blood back up.

You scurried back into one of the corners, pulling your knees up to your chest while wishing that you could get some water so you could wash the taste out of your mouth. They didn't bother giving you that courtesy this time, but they also didn't seem quite as annoyed as they had been since you'd first been brought back down. Nobunaga just pulled you back from the corner into your place on the bed while Uvo stood to throw the empty packet into a nearby waste bin.

Soon enough, you were all in the same positions that you'd been in before you had gotten up: you in between the two of them while they slept, although this time they both had an arm wrapped around you.

And as you glanced back to their faces while they slept, you saw that they looked fake again.

Back to square one.

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forcefulkitten · 4 years ago

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peeping your neediness

[uvogin x fem! reader]

summary: Uvogin walks in on you pleasuring yourself and proceeds to give you what you truly needed.

warnings: 18+, nsfw, oral sex

word count: 1,573

After a long day of work, being home with a cup of tea and your favorite show after a shower was almost the best you could ask for. Almost, because the best would’ve been if your boyfriend Uvogin made it back from his work trip yet. His schedule was nothing ordinary, leaving him gone for months, weeks, days, who knows anymore. He made sure to call you every few days, since texting really wasn’t his thing. Hell, the man only calls because you text him asking for any sort of signal that he’s alright.

You found yourself thinking of all the ways you missed Uvo. How his muscles flexed with every movement he made. The way he smiled at you with feral intent whenever he needed you. The feeling of his hair in between your fingers. How his lips hit yours with such fiery passion, leaving your lips red and swollen. The husky breaths and moans he made into your ear while fucking into you with resistance so he doesn’t break you in half. How he cares for you afterwards with gentleness that you wouldn’t think is capable from a man of his size. Fuck, you missed him more than you thought.

Your neediness taking over, you powered off your television and made your way to your bedroom. Settling in, you decided to change into one of Uvo’s tank tops. Needless to say its more of a dress on you, but his scent lingered on this one shirt you decided not to wash so you can cuddle it when you miss him.

Bringing your fingers between your legs, even just thinking about Uvo made you soaking wet. You pressed gently onto your clit, sighing when even the smallest bit of pressure made you sensitive. You began pumping a finger in and out of your sopping pussy, relishing in the way that your walls clenched around your finger. Sighing softly, you added another finger and fucked yourself with a need that wouldn’t be satisfied on your own. Now bringing your finger back to your clit, you played with your swollen bud while bringing your other hand down and pumping your fingers in and out of your hole at the same time. You were so close, calling out Uvo’s name like your life depended on it. Continuing your ministrations, your orgasm hit you in a wave of hot pleasure that left you a panting mess. It had been so long since you touched yourself, always opting to wait until Uvogin was home to give you everything your body needed. Laying spread out on the bed, you turned onto your side facing the wall with your hands between your thighs, just resting between your sex for the warmth it provided. You planned on getting up and taking another shower once your high wore off.

“Missed me that much?” Uvo chuckled.

His voice made you spring up into sitting position. When did he get here? How didn’t he make any noise? Had you been so occupied that you didn’t hear this giant trotting through your apartment?

“You fucking creep! You could’ve announced yourself and helped me out instead of just standing there!” You jumped straight into his arms and wrapped your legs around his torso, bringing him into a bruising kiss. “And interrupt that show you put on for me? Pfft, never.” He retorted. You really missed him, and he felt your need radiating off your body. You two made out sloppily, ready to explore each others bodies after being apart so long.

Holding you up with one arm, Uvo brings his other hand down to touch your folds, still wet but not yet ready to take him. He bites your lip and you let out a hiss, begging him to stop being a tease and he slides two of his fingers into you. You tangle your fingers into his hair, bringing your mouth to his neck and leave open mouth kisses all over. This drives Uvo mad, you know that he loves the way you pay attention to him even when your mind is clouded from the hot sensations coursing through your body. You’re bouncing up and down onto his two fingers, his name slipping from your lips into his ear. “Uvo, please, please ruin me.”

No need to ask twice. Uvo’s no scholar, but the man isn’t dumb at all, and he always meets your demands. You never had to ask him more than once about anything. The man loves you more than he loves himself, and he showed you this better than he could tell you.

Placing you onto the bed lightly, Uvo pulled you by your legs until your pussy was on the edge of the bed. He ducked his head in between your legs and began lapping at your wet tavern. Already sensitive from your previous orgasm, Uvo knew he needed to take it easy with you. He sucked at your clit with soft precision, then brought his tongue to lick at your hole. The pace he set was gentle but still so delicious. Your fingers grabbed at the sheets of the bed, grasping for any semblance of reality. “Fuck, you’re so wet.” He hissed out against your pussy and it sent vibrations straight through your body. Uvo brought two fingers into your hole, pumping in and out slowly. He focused his tongue and lips on your swollen bud, and you were so close to your second orgasm. Your heavy panting and bucking against his mouth told him the same, and he moved his face from between your legs before allowing you to cum. “No, sorry kitten. You’ve already cum by your own hands, so now you’ll cum on my cock.”

You whined as Uvo picked you up from the bed, plopping himself down with you on his lap. He brought your legs onto his shoulders, gripping you by your hips and holding all of your body weight in his hands like if you weighed nothing. Lining his cock up with your entrance, Uvo sunk you down onto his length painfully slow, allowing you to adjust to his sheer size. Giving a few tentative bounces, Uvo began picking up the pace. You grasped his forearms, trying to balance yourself, knowing regardless he is strong enough to hold you on his own. Squelching noises and loud moans from the both of you filled the room and his thrusts became harder as your noises spurred him on. You felt your orgasm building in your core because his cock hit your G spot beautifully in this position. Uvo bucked into you relentlessly, making you scream out as tears began to well in your eyes. He took notice of this and slowed down, asking “Baby, is it too much? I’ll slow down, I’m sorry princess.” You felt your heart warm at the fact that he was so caring even during these intense moments, you whined “I’m fine, I love you Uvogin. Use me, please just use me.” His eyes were mesmerized by your boobs bouncing up and down and the way your pussy practically sucked him back in when he pulled out. You made him into even more of a feral man and your desire for him turned him into putty in your hands, his main goal always to please you and have you all fucked out.

He let go of your hip with one of his hands, wiping the tears that fell down your face. Bringing you into a searing kiss, your tongues fought for dominance that Uvo let you have because he was too busy fucking into you. You tangled your fingers into his hair, one of his arms on your hip, the other holding your face into his neck while he bounces you on his cock. His breathing was becoming erratic, you knew he was close. The pleasure that was building in your body was consuming all of your senses. You began fucking yourself onto him with any strength you could muster and he grunted your name out in between breaths. This sent you over the edge, your cum releasing all over his length as he tried his best to continue his ministrations even though you were clamping down on his cock so beautifully.

“I want you to cum for me Uvo, stuff me full of your seed, please daddy.” You whispered into his ear, and he turned his head to kiss your lips and then bit down to tease you. A few more heavy thrusts and he pulled you all the way off him before slamming you fully onto his cock, rolling his hips while his cock shoots thick ropes of cum into you. The feeling of his orgasm inside of you made you moan and whine while Uvo was grunting and breathing heavily. He kept you onto his softening cock, which was still huge even when flaccid. Uvo laid back, opting for some cockwarming. You were sure that there would be a round 2 since he just got back home, and you didn’t mind at all. He reached for your blanket and draped it over your body and you began to fall asleep on top of him. His heartbeat and scent always brought you comfort and lulled you into a slumber. Uvogin made sure to stay up until you were asleep before whispering “I love you more…”He definitely wanted a round 2, but he’d grant you both a nap first.

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rotten-pomegranate · 2 months ago

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The trope of reader who meets their future yandere and hooks up with them only for it to later be used against them when the Yandere wants sex

“Get off me” and all they do is smile and say something like “why? You loved it the first time” just to take you off guard

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misfitgirlwrites · 4 years ago

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Well, Why Didn’t You Say So? (Uvogin x Reader)

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“______.”

“…______” Nobunaga nudged you and you blinked before looking at him.

“Sorry!” You apologized.

“Yeah, yeah. You’re staring again.” He glanced over at Uvogin then at you again.

“…Was I?”

“Just go and talk to him. He’s not gonna find out on his own.”

You wished he would. At this rate, you would never be able to confess. Just the thought of doing so made your face heat up. “I don’t know if I can, Nobunaga. What if he doesn’t like me? He’d probably laugh.” You sighed.

Nobunaga knew Uvogin wouldn’t laugh, but he didn’t exactly want to get too involved.

“Well, you don’t know that for sure. You shouldn’t assume.” He shrugged a frown grew on your face.

“That’s easier said than done. Thinking through every possibility is kind of my thing.”

“Well, you shouldn’t use it for everything!”

You looked as Shalnark flopped down next to you. He smiled at you, leaning on his elbow for support.

“I’m with Nobunaga on this one. Uvo isn’t a hard guy to please. I think you should give him a few beers and tell him how you feel!” The blond shrugged.

That could work, right? Maybe? “I’m not sure–”

“Jeez, ______. You’re never sure.” Nobunaga muttered.

“I personally think when it comes to things like this, you shouldn’t overthink it.” Shalnark tried his best to encourage her into talking to Uvogin.

You let out a nervous hum. Your eyes went over to Uvogin again and you let out a sigh. You could do this. You could definitely do this!

All you had to do was walk over there and talk to Uvogin like you would any other day. You guys were friends, after all, it shouldn’t be this hard. But what if he only wanted to be friends? That was a high possibility. You couldn’t do it. Not now at least.

“Sorry, guys. Maybe later.” You quickly got up.

Nobunaga and Shalnark watched you walk away. The blond hummed, thinking before glancing at Nobunaga.

“I think we should take matters into our own hands.” Shalnark leaned back.

“That’s exactly what I didn’t want to do.” Nobunaga sighed.

“Oh, come on! What else do you have going on besides sitting around and doing nothing? Besides, I have a pretty awesome idea that requires me doing 90% of the work.” Shalnark stood and stretched as Nobunaga sat up.

“I can deal with 10%.” He responded with a shrug as Machi moved towards them.

“10% of what?” The woman asked.

“Well, five if you’re willing to chip in. You can cook, right?”

Machi arched a brow. “Kind of? What for?”

“______ and Uvo. I’m tired of watching them be hesitant and I’m tired of listening to Uvo talk my head off about them.”

“Oh, I see.” Machi crossed her arms and looked over at you. “So what’s your plan?”

“Well, first we need to go out. I’ll handle all the dirty work.” Shalnark grinned.

“Machi, have you seen Nobunaga?”

“Hm? Yeah, I think he went into town. I was about to go look now, just come with me.” Machi shrugged.

“Oh, okay.” You smiled.

You followed the pink-haired woman and gave a quick glance up. The sun was setting and a lot of people were on their way home. What could Nobunaga be doing out? He usually doesn’t leave unless he’s on a mission. You were more confused once they came up to a small building. You’ve gotten food there once or twice while you were in the area, but it was now completely empty and closed, even though they weren’t due to be closed for another two hours.

“Machi…?” You looked at the woman then back at the doors once they opened.

“Hey, ______!”

“Shalnark, what’s going on?”

“Dinner,” the blonde smiled, “come on this took a lot of work!” He grabbed your hand and led you inside, telling you to save all your questions since they’ll be answered soon.

You’ve always had a weird relationship with surprises, especially ones that seemed to be out of nowhere. You sat down at the table and huffed once Shalnark ran off, ushering Machi along too. You lifted up her glass of water to take a sip.

“What’d you drag me here for?”

You nearly choked on her water and looked over at Uvogin. Your question was definitely answered.

“______–hey you sit your ass back down.” Nobunaga led Uvogin into the room. “Stay here. Talk.” He looked at you then Uvogin before leaving once he heard Shalnark calling him.

“You knew about this?” Uvogin moved towards the table.

“Ah–no. I’m just as surprised as you are.” You let out a nervous laugh.

______ was going to fucking kill them. Your cheeks heated up as Shalnark and Machi came back out.

“Hey, what gives?” Uvogin looked at them as they sat their food down.

“What does it look like, genius?” Machi glanced up at him.

“It’s a date! Have fun!” Shalnark grinned.

“A date?”

______ paused and looked at Uvogin for his reaction. He let out a laugh but the grin on his face made your stomach do flips.

“…Is that a good laugh or a bad one?”

“Hm?” He looked at you, “a good one.”

“Really?” You raised her eyebrows.

“Well, I don’t exactly hate your company. Nobunaga on the other hand–”

“I can still hear you, jerk!”

Uvogin snorted and rolled his eyes as you chuckled.

“W-Well maybe we can do this more often then? Since–ah–I just like you…more than a friend? Sorry if that’s weird or anything, I didn’t plan on saying anything at first but then they set this whole thing up and–”

“Well, why didn’t you say so? I was worried I was too much for you.” Uvogin teased as you covered her face. “So what do you say we take the food and go have our own fun?”

You looked down at his hand and smiled, placing your own in his, “sounds like fun!”

Maybe you’d thank them later.

Honestly, I love Uvo…

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gothhisoka · 4 years ago

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𝖍𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖚𝖓𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖞

𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 18- 𝔞 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔨𝔢𝔡 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱

Fandom: Hunter x Hunter

Ships: Chrollo x Reader, Leorio x Kurapika, Hisoka x Illumi

Genre: romance, dark academia, royalcore, university AU

Word count: 3k

Background: This is from my (gothhisoka) fanfic on Wattpad and AO3 called Hunter University. It is Chrollo x OC, but I decided to change it around for Tumblr. Both Chrollo and y/n are hiding things from each other but are both feeling the same attraction. A masquerade ball is held at your university. You don’t know if he even wants to dance with you, but apparently he does. He wants to do even more than that.

Tags: Fluff, first kiss, sfw

The masquerade hall was astounding. The high stone walls were adorned with scarlet silk banners. Golden fabric streamers hung from every banister of the second-level balconies. As in the entrance, symbols of cherubs and mythical creatures were splashed across the ceiling in a dizzying array. The light was dim, for all the chandeliers were set low in the traditional style of Venetian masquerades. Candelabras were scattered on every table and upon every wall.

Symphonic music was emanating from the open stage in the front of the room. A live orchestra was playing a gentle concerto as the students poured in. It was only 7:10, so not many were on the floor. The true dancing would start in another couple of minutes.

It was a scene out of a fairytale. The hundreds of breathtakingly dressed students only added to the general fervor of it all.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Chrollo said as he looked towards you. It was unclear whether he was talking about the room or how you looked tonight. Your bright eyes shone out underneath a bronze mask, which was catching the candlelight within its shiny material.

Still entranced, you were led by Chrollo to the table they had reserved. The troupe followed behind, engrossed in their conversation while you both remained in your own little world. He put his hand on the small of your back, simply aching to touch you once again. The feeling was mutual.

On the table, there were glasses already set up accompanied by a lavish bouquet of flowers. Uvogin pulled out a couple of bottles of champagne he clearly swiped from the restaurant. Everyone dropped off their bags at the table.

It appeared as if not all of the troupe members would be dancing. Franklin was already seated with his arms crossed. You looked at him questioningly, after which he said, "I have to guard the stuff." It was clear by his tone that he actually meant "I don't like to dance."

You smiled placidly and nodded in understanding. He was an unusual sort of guy. She was beginning to like him already. In fact, the whole Phantom Troupe was becoming gradually more likable as the night progressed.

You looked for Kurapika to bid him one last warning before he got whisked away by Leorio. By the time she spotted him, it was already too late.

You watched as Kurapika scratched at the back of his head, suddenly unaware of what to do with his arms. He was apparently awestruck by his dance partner's appearance.

The two made their shy greetings. Kurapika reached for his hand as any chivalrous partner would do.

Soon a waltz commenced, floating around the room. A subtle violin and cello duet beckoned people out onto the floor.

You watched as Kurapika led Leorio out, their suit jackets glimmering synchronously as the lights passed. They took position still near their group's table, but far enough to have room to dance.

The wide floor soon filled with numerous other couples. Hisoka led Illumi out alongside Uvogin and Nobunaga. Hisoka and Illumi were practically professional dancers from the very start, moving to an elaborate step that drew the attention of all the students. People nearly cleared the floor to make room for them. This annoyed Illumi to no end, while Hisoka displayed a wild grin. They twirled, dipped, and did intricate step sequences, unquestionably rehearsed to perfection.

The rest were not as remarkably polished. Still, they appeared to be equally enjoying themselves.

Leorio and Kurapika laughed as one of them accidentally stepped upon the other toes or missed a movement. While they lacked coordination, they surely didn't lack chemistry. This was a good sign.

You could see their mouths moving but the music drowned out their voices. Kurapika attempted to guide Leorio in the basic box step, turning him once in a while.

Most ignored the cameramen or simply didn't notice them lurking in hidden spots. You had some otherworldly feeling that sensed them under the shadows in the balconies.

"Are you done watching?" Chrollo asked, holding his hand out to you just as Kurapika had done with Leorio.

You hadn't realized you were still staring out towards the masked partners on the floor. The ball was entirely overwhelming; the sound, the rapid movements, and the room itself were causing your head to spin.

Nonetheless, you snapped out of it and processed what Chrollo had just said. You just got offered a dance. A dance with him.

You knew his indicative gestures were leading somewhere. That somewhere was here, into his arms.

In front of hundreds of students, not to mention journalists itching to get a photo of the boy who was so famous. Not to mention his dance partner, who was no more than a low-level hunter wannabe.

Now's not the time to get nervous. This is what you wanted. Isn't it?

You stared down at his hand as if to ask "for me?"

You peered up to see the most gentle face slowly becoming riddled with doubt.

"This is what you want, isn't it?"

Is it?

Now that you are actually here, in the position that used to be visible only in your imagination, you feel immense pressure.

In these weeks past, you didn't even question what you were getting herself into. To be fair, you weren’t sure what this night would be, exactly. Would you be met with a closed-off boy whose coldness warded you away or the courteous man who would rather teach you nen lessons than see you fail?

Is it even safe to get this close?

Chrollo's personality had shifted in the span of the night. It became full of genuine interest rather than his usual impassive curiosity. He, as a person, was becoming all the more real.

Real was dangerous.

This stream of consciousness only took a second. It took one look into Chrollo's eyes to know what your answer would be.

"This is what I want."

It was the first step. No, rather it was your first leap off a skyscraper.

You were falling. Hard.

His grip was delicate, holding your hand as if it was made of glass. Chrollo felt strange, being so unsure. He was normally an expert at figuring out people– what they felt and why they acted the way they did.

You, on the other hand, were a labyrinth. He had always been so hesitant for this reason. Chrollo needed to be able to figure out a person in order to get close to them. With you, there was something buried deeper than you let on. It was virtually impossible to uncover. You put up almost as good of a front as Chrollo.

Or perhaps it was Chrollo's own mind that was muddied at the thought of you. His intentions versus yours, his morals versus yours. It all began to matter very much. What would he think in the end, after he got out of your what he so desired?

Nevermind that now. For Chrollo was feeling a mutual enthusiasm that you were plainly exhibiting. He led you out to the floor.

The Phantom Troupe watched with apprehension. They weren't used to their boss being so amiable. He couldn't be swayed by a simple person, and yet here he was.

"Can you dance?" Chrollo turned to you, putting an arm upon your shoulder. You already almost melted under the single touch.

You had reached the middle of the floor, far from the troupe. Was he that confident in his own dancing? The center could be viewed from all sides and balconies. You were sure to stand out.

"Not well," you said candidly.

Chrollo began a light step, swaying from side to side. This newfound tenderness was surprising. He was treating you as if you were a queen. And you couldn't get enough of it.

Wanting to grasp for more of this certain side of him, you said, "I can do more than this."

"As you wish," Chrollo said with a gracious smile.

He immediately followed a more complicated step, falling in line with the other couples on the floor. You pretended to ignore their whispers.

Just as you thought. He is an incredible dancer.

Every time you struggled to keep up he would adjust his pace. You worked like hands on a clock, moving as if set to one another's rhythm. The music now was a quicker allegro beat.

Your attire fanned out as you turned: your right hand in his, your arm on his shoulder.

Now it was the students' turn to stare at Chrollo and you. It was unclear if it was because they recognized the boy under the mask, or they were observing the electrifying chemistry.

You couldn't help but beam as you sailed across the floor. Chrollo did not break eye contact and you did your best to do the same.

A feeling overcame you as you continued to hold his hand in yours. It couldn't be described as fireworks or sparks, as often depicted by the romance novels she's read. It was more of an awakening.

Despite the weather turning cold, you felt as if it was spring. A revival. Things were blossoming, the rain washed away the grey of winter.

He was your spring.

It was odd. For Chrollo could be explained more effectively as ominous and intimidating, unlike a bright spring day. He should've been cold stone walls, closed doors, secret passageways.

But no, he was warmth itself.

If only you would turn away for a second you would notice a coldness settle that hadn't been there before.

The way he looked tonight in his dazzling suit and mask, the way he said all those uncharacteristically gracious words: these were the things you would have etched in your memory for a very, very long time. Now, without Chrollo it would feel as if something were missing.

You would not realize this yet, as you were still in a state of pure elation. It was only the beginning.

But this was the connection you felt. Having it defined opened up a world of possibilities.

Who would've known, it all came into fruition at a masquerade ball.

━━━━━♥♠♣♦━━━━━

After a couple more songs, you left the floor. Sweat prickled at your brow. You were left panting after a rapid final dance.

Several students couldn't help but clap. You hadn't even done a thing. You were sure it was Chrollo's dancing that gained all the attention.

"You're better than I expected," you said.

Chrollo brushed back his hair which had fallen in his face with all the movement. "I would say the same to you, y/n." He smiled, sizing your up.

You didn't dispute his return of the compliment. He was right.

At the group table, Kurapika and Leorio were sitting drinking glass after glass of the bootlegged champagne. It would've been inappropriate to bring alcohol to such a prestigious event if many other tables weren't doing the same. Apparently, the students here did know how to have a good time.

Chrollo went to talk to Franklin as you sat next to Leorio and Kurapika.

"You both were amazing!" Leorio exclaimed as you approached.

You grinned, "Where have you two been?"

"We were on the floor too, didn't you see us?"

You tried to laugh it off, "No... I was a little distracted."

To be fair, you didn't notice the cameras, the students, or the other dancers either.

"Sooo are you two going back out?" Leorio asked, leaning on his hand. His words slurred slightly.

You looked over your shoulder at Chrollo. He looked serious as he talked to Franklin. "I'm not sure. Are you two?"

"Yes, we plan on trying the group dance. Just like we practiced," Kurapika said, giving you a knowing look.

The synchronized dance was the signature of the ball. All those who learned it were allowed to participate. It was the last dance, so they would still be sitting for a while. The time was now around 9:00 and the hall would be closed by 12:00 a.m.

Before they could converse any further, Chrollo gently put a hand on your shoulder. "Sorry to interrupt, but I have something to show you, y/n."

He held his hand out again. This time you took it with no hesitation.

"Ok," you leaped up, flattening out your dress.

You were all too willing to go wherever Chrollo pleased. There wasn't even a point where she needed to remind herself who this man was. His charm had influenced you too far already. There was no going back.

Kurapika gave you a warning look. You threw him back a smile. This did nothing to reassure him.

Chrollo interlaced his fingers slowly with yours, hesitating as you crossed under the balconies. You could've dissolved right then and there. It only further confirmed his gentlemanly attitude and respect towards you.

You couldn't even look at him. You felt your face growing hotter by the second. Thank god for a mask and several layers of foundation.

To your surprise, you were led far from the dance floor. You ended up at a small door in a quiet corner of the ballroom. The spot was underneath the alcoves and not a soul was in sight. Moonlight poured in from the tiny stained-glass windows.

"It's through here," Chrollo said, his voice barely audible over the orchestral music.

"Do I get to know where you're taking me?" You stopped in your tracks. You were thinking of what Kurapika would say. Even though you would follow him at the drop of a coin, you weren’t that stupid. He is a man, before all else.

Something flashed in Chrollo's eyes. Was he hurt by your sudden distrust?

"I'll show you. I promise you'll like it," Chrollo replied, creaking open the door.

There was nothing at first, only darkness. But stepping through the door bestowed an even more enchanting sight than the ballroom.

You gasped, "I didn't realize there was a courtyard out here."

Chrollo looked at you as if he were seeing you the first time tonight again. The profile of your face was highlighted by the moonlight. your jawline was your only feature that stood out, the rest of your was soft under the haze of darkness. The surrounding blue contrasted against your fading red lipstick. your hair had grown significantly more disheveled but it still looked utterly smooth. If Chrollo was bolder he would've run his hand through it and took you by your waist and done things he surely would regret for initiating too soon... he wanted to savor the moment when it inevitably came.

He smiled, despite himself. Neither of you noticed the cold, still warmed from dancing only moments ago. Chrollo watched as your eyes soaked in the scene before you.

It seemed as if the bushes and trees saved their last breaths for this space alone. Fall leaves hung over a gravel path. Ivy snaked up the surrounding structures, all encapsulating the tiny yard. A small table sat in the center of the path upon which a lantern was placed. He had come prepared.

The whole night: he had anticipated it all. He had realized your love, and, at this moment, you realized his. What he had yet to figure out was the depth of those feelings or where they came from. Or, most importantly, what was tucked underneath those feelings. That was what tonight was for.

The orchestra still echoed faintly through the ancient walls.

"Shall we dance? I never did like dancing in front of a crowd,"

You redirected your eyes to an equally beautiful scene. You were still in reverence. It was obvious now that he had planned it all.

Your heart swelled like an ocean wave, but all you could manage to get out was, "Are we supposed to be here?"

Chrollo looked at you dangerously, "To remind you, I'm not supposed to be anywhere."

Before you could say another word, Chrollo stepped forward and lifted both his and your own mask off of your faces.

"There."

Chrollo's undivided visage was in view now. The curve of his nose and tops of his cheekbones caught the light of the moon. His downcast eyelashes were full, framing his silver eyes.

As for Chrollos view, he simply needed to see your whole face to be sure that what you felt was really true. When he saw the arching of your lips and widened eyes, he knew it was.

He grasped your hand in preparation to waltz, deliberately intertwining his hand with yours.

Timed perfectly, the music slowed. It was a couples' number. Inevitably, this had also somehow been planned by Chrollo.

This dancing was quite different than before. It was full of significance.

The song picked up with a violin. Chrollo pulled you close, your bodies almost touching. Your heat radiated off of one another. You felt almost giddy with attraction. What you wanted to do to him was far past your confidence, but you wanted it all the same.

His eyes didn't leave yours. A slight smile persisted on his lips. He hadn't enjoyed himself so much in years. And the last time he felt something like this, it wasn't nearly as genuine.

You swayed from side to side with only the moonlight and distant concerto guiding your steps. You made a move to rest your head on his shoulder. It was so that you could not look into his eyes as you spoke your next words. You snaked your arms behind his neck while he placed his around your hips. It felt good to be so close. You felt secure in his arms.

You really hoped this was going where she thought it was. But you needed to be certain.

"I want to know if this is true," you whispered, breaking the tranquil silence. Your breath was hot against his neck. It drove him absolutely mad.

Unknowingly, you had echoed back the words Chrollo had been retracing in his head throughout the night. Is this true?

He feigned ignorance of the meaning behind your statement. "What's true?" Chrollo whispered back.

"Is all this premeditation for something else? Another scheme?"

Chrollo suddenly turned serious, "I will never do that to you again. This is for real."

You pulled back to look into his eyes, "But what is this?"

Your face was lined with apprehension. After all that happened tonight, it still wasn't clear. Chrollo needed to change that.

He looked down at you, attempting to convey what you meant to him in his eyes. They overflowed with tenderness, admiration, and worship, even.

You hadn't realized that he had these emotions in him. Now you understood. It was all because they were reserved for you.

His movement was swift. He lowered his face to yours, soaking in your divine scent. You didn't anticipate what was about to happen until his lips delicately brushed against your own, asking for an invitation. He clearly didn't need one, for your body responded immediately. Your hand trailed up to the side of his face. Chollo pulled your hips towards him. Your eyes fluttered shut.

And you kissed.

It was intoxicating.

The taste of him nearly silenced your thoughts. It was a tang of wine and sweetness. You tried to let the feeling seep into your bones, agonizing over its ephemeral nature.

Your surroundings dissolved into the inky night. You focused on how soft his mouth felt, how his hands upon your hips made you want to yield to all he could offer, and, in turn, all you could ever desire.

Seconds later, you unwillingly pulled apart. Your whole body tingled, edging for more. Both of your heartbeats were fluttering a rapid cadence. Remaining there for a moment– foreheads touching, breath tickling one another lips– you savored each other's presence.

Your kiss was unlike anything either of you had experienced before. It was born out of lust but resulted in something deeper. Floating to the surface was an unbound attraction sparked by one mouth on another.

You both were left smiling with flushed cheeks. Goosebumps prickled on your arms.

"I hope that made it clear," Chrollo said pulling away at last.

The warmth disappeared and you were left in a state of longing. You could still feel the touch of his lips upon yours, a ghost of his sensitive movements.

You smiled lightly at him, "It did."

Chrollo held out an arm for you. "We best be getting back now."

You were frozen in place, coming to your senses. Holy shit.

The enormity of what that kiss meant came crashing down upon you. What would this mean moving forward? Everything had seemed so temporary with Chrollo, coming in and out of your life as he did in the past month. Was this temporary as well?

There was no time to dwell upon the future of their relationship. Although the promise of privacy in the courtyard tempted you to stay, there was still one more number to dance.

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silentexplorer18 · 5 years ago

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Captive Conversations: A Feitan Portor Short

Summary: You trade your life for someone you know, offering yourself as a sacrifice to the group of thieves. When Feitan prepares to torture you, all you can hope is that it’ll be over soon.

Pairing: Feitan Portor x Female Reader

Warnings: Weapons, minor injuries, fear, poison.

Word Count: 2,800+

Note: I know the warnings sound kind of violent, but I promise it isn’t that bad!

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Kenta was foolish. You knew not to go off stealing from criminals, but he couldn’t be bothered to listen to you. You knew not to ask for trouble, but he welcomed it with open arms. He was a young, foolish child. He may as well die behaving so recklessly, ignoring your judgement, but you couldn’t let him. He was too young to die so tragically; he had so much left worth living for. You needed to save him. Which is why you rushed after him when he disappeared, sure of where he’d gone but dreading it all the same.

You knew enough to know he wouldn’t live as you stood there staring at the man holding him. Large, strong shoulders, a nearly sickly grin. Kenta couldn’t die like this, not after one foolish mistake with dangerous people. His mother would be heartbroken.

“Take me,” you blurted, words more reflexive than sincere. “Take me instead of him. Let him go. I’ll repent.”

Somehow, you’d convinced them to agree.

The sickly grin of the larger man was quickly replaced by the uncaring glare of someone much smaller. Though, his stature spoke nothing of the power thrumming in his core. You could feel it in his grip as he chained you up, hanging above the floor like a piece of meat for slaughter.

He walked across the room, examining a myriad of items on a table. You were glad you couldn’t see everything from your angle. However, you feared the worst. Stringing you up had to mean he enjoyed drawing out your last breath, but how? Stabbing? Electrocution? Suffocation? Uncertainty allowed the mind to run wild with possibilities; maybe that’s why he’d left you at such an odd angle, table just out of view.

“Why you trade? You love him?” the man asked, running the edge of the blade along his thumb. His voice was quiet, and you almost missed his words over the thrum of your own heartbeat. Yet the question helped, allowing your mind to hone in on something rather than skitter through the infinite possibilities of your demise.

“He’s an imbecile,” you sighed, eyes downcast as you thought of him. “But now he knows better than to cross thieves.”

He was in front of you then, faster than you could blink. Your heart stuttered, thundering in your throat. At least things would be over soon. Apparently the blade was sharp enough for his taste.

“You love him?” he asked again, fixing you with an unreadable stare.

“No.”

“Then why you take place?”

The sword was in his left hand. One correct swipe to your leg and you’d be dead in seconds. At least it all would be over soon.

“He has someone worth living for.”

“Mommy?” His tone was mocking, and you couldn’t stop the laugh bubbling in your throat. It spilled over your lips before you could help it, nerves setting you on edge.

“Yes. That’s right.”

His brows furrowed deeper, and you quickly stopped laughing. Maybe you’d insulted him. It hadn’t been intentional.

“You not have family?”

You shook your head ‘no,’ gaze trailing from his face down to the blade again. Whatever he wanted from you, there was nothing worth taking. It would all be over soon.

“Where you live?”

“Here and there.” His hand pressed against your neck, firm grip threatening your airway. “The streets,” you amended, feeling the pressure lessen. He could snap your neck if he wanted to. It would’ve been easy for him. “I never know where I’m going.”

“You steal, too? Like friend?”

The air felt sticky between you, too warm with your panting breaths. It was only cooled by his icy stare. He looked disgusted by you, bored even.

“Only when I have to.” He watched you, and you continued. “Which is almost always.”

He walked away then, sword seemingly vanishing. “You know how to fight?”

“A little.”

The door shut behind him.

It wasn’t over yet.

You woke with sore wrists and a headache. The dust did nothing to quell your allergies, burning through your throat and eyes. It was then you realized that you were on the ground. Someone must have moved you while you were asleep. How you hadn’t woken, you hadn’t the faintest clue.

Your legs burned as you sat up, the change in pressure making them nearly throb. But they seemed unscathed other than the numbness. Hopefully they’d regain feeling soon.

Waiting to stand, you looked around. The room was dark and foreboding. The walls were high, a few jagged windows jutting out far beyond your reach. The only other exit was the door, which you were sure your captors had locked. Why he’d left you unscathed, you didn’t know. Standing, you moved toward the table, the only point of interest in the room. There was a glass of clear liquid on the table—probably water—and some crumbling bread. Were they keeping you alive?

Glancing by the door, you bit your lip. It couldn’t hurt to check, right? So you did exactly that, jiggling the handle to no avail. You moved back to the table, reassessing your plan. Pocketing the bread, you sipped the water, throat dry from laying face-down in the dust. The only way out was up. Could you make it? As high as it was, surely not. But there wasn’t an alternative.

What you missed was Feitan lurking in the darkest corner of the room, concealing his presence while watching in irritation as your fingers ghosted the tools he’d left on the table. Though, it didn’t matter much; you’d be dead soon enough. He’d left the bread to prolong your suffering. Your stomach would absorb the bread along with the poison in the cup, causing it to impact your body much slower. Foregoing the bread just meant he wouldn’t get as much of a show. But he’d wait for his show nonetheless, practically holding his breath to see what you’d do next.

It looked like you wanted to escape. You kept glancing up toward the window as though it would provide an exit. At least he’d watch you struggle to the end. That would make up for the frustration pooling in his chest at the sight of you uncoiling the rope he’d left out.

Your hands skittered across the table, looking for the heaviest object you could manage to throw. It had been years since you’d attempted ascending a wall, but you hoped muscle memory could kick in and save the day.

Feitan wondered what you were doing. You certainly weren’t strong enough to escape, especially not with the poison slowly working through your body.

An item leaning against the wall, akin to a fire poker, is what you ended up choosing. More like a javelin than a weight, you hoped the extra distance would come in handy when you threw it. You would only have a few chances; every miss would cause a clang loud enough to draw attention. You were on borrowed time.

Whatever happened, it would all be over soon.

The first toss was far too low, ricocheting against the wall. It made a small bang, but you caught it before it could make impact with the ground. Feitan mentally sighed. What a boring way to end his day.

Your second throw was better. He was actually a bit surprised as he watched the metal clang against the closed window. Your aim wasn’t excellent, but you had a decent arm. Pity you’d waste all your strength so close to the end. It had been at least fifteen minutes since you’d taken the poison; it would start to act in your system soon. Then he could get on with more entertaining endeavors.

A third throw had almost made it, but the metal ricocheted off the wall. You rushed to catch it, and Feitan watched in amusement as you cut your hand, nearly slicing off a finger. How unfortunate. Perhaps the poison was working, making your reflexes slow. Quite unlucky.

A forth throw sent the bar flying through the window. You wrenched forward with the force, nearly slamming against the wall. Your adrenaline was pounding in your ears; there wasn’t much time left to act before someone found you.

Pulling the rope taunt, you began to try to climb. However, your arms were tired, hands raw from the rough cord digging into your flesh. You heard a slam down the hall, heart hammering as you realized you were running out of time. If they caught you like this, the consequences would be severe.

Please, please, please, you whispered to yourself, squeezing your hands a little tighter. Just let this work. Please? You lept at the wall, using the tension from the rope to jump to the adjoining wall, making it to the ledge in three jumps. Gasping a breath of fresh air, you wiggled through the window, feeling the glass slice against your shoulder before sliding down the rope to the ground. With nothing else left to do, you ran.

Feitan watched with surprise. Why weren’t you dead yet? That much poison could’ve killed someone the size of Uvogin, yet you’d managed to scale the wall with ease, tapping into Nen you couldn’t seem to control. Waiting long enough, he zipped after you. The chase never tired him, sending a thrill to his core. It was like his body was made for it. The rush, the fear, the excitement; it was almost as pleasant as torture.

He caught you several streets away, pinning you to the spot with a swift grip on the wrist. You shuttered under his grasp, so sure you’d at least live for a few more hours. “You faster than I think.”

Your knees felt like they would buckle under the weight of your fear, but you did your best to resist falling. Your death would be a show regardless. At least it would all be over soon.

“Where you plan to go?” His nails dug into your wrist, stinging against the skin. “You think you can run?”

“Anywhere but here.” His grip on your wrist tightened, and you trembled. What a life to have lived. What a way for it all to end.

He pulled you back toward the building, bringing you inside. It looked like several members of the group were waiting there, lounging in the hopes of receiving orders soon.

Shalnark looked up at the pair of you in surprise. “What happened? I thought you were getting rid of her.”

“She escape,” he said, pushing you forward. You landed on your knees, hands clenching in the dust below you.

“Escape from you?” Shizuku asked, glancing up from her book. “Has that ever happened before?”

“He must be slipping,” grumbled Phinks.

Feitan looked at Chrollo, who was looking at him with as much surprise as the rest of the group. “I poison. She not die.”

“You poisoned me?” you whispered, hands freshly shaking again. It should’ve been over already.

Chrollo inspected you from over his book. “Have you trained?”

You shook your head, confused. Trained for what? To swallow poison? You didn’t think so. If you could withstand the toxin, it wasn’t intentional.

He glanced over to Feitan. “What does she do?”

“She common criminal. Worse than us. Quite sloppy.”

Shizuku gave him an irritated look. “Everybody’s worse than us.”

“She still escaped, though,” Nobunaga pointed out.

All of them were staring at you, staring through you. The more you hoped it would be over soon, the more you feared they wanted something from you first. You had nothing worth giving them; you didn’t understand.

Chrollo stood, walking toward you. You resisted the urge to look away, heart rattling in your chest once again. You’d been resigned to your death before, but they’d drug it out so long that nervousness was consuming you. “Do you know what Nen is?” he asked.

“No.” You overheard two men talking about it once in a restaurant, the severity of their tone suggested you leave, but you had no idea what the words had meant, so you’d eventually brushed the thoughts aside.

Feitan looked at you in surprise. “You use to escape. Would be much slower otherwise.”

“I–” you looked around, glancing from Feitan to Chrollo nervously. “I don’t understand. I wasn’t trying to do whatever you think I was doing.”

“Other than escape?” Machi deadpanned.

You looked away then, hearing Chrollo’s footsteps fade.

“I don’t need a project, but if any of you would like one, you can help yourselves. She has potential. Quite a bit, I’d say.”

The silence was deafening.

“If not, Nobunaga should kill her. I’d hate for her to get away again.”

Feitan glowered. He could’ve killed you. Easily. He still could if Chrollo had asked. It wouldn’t have been hard, just quicker than he would’ve liked. But instead he watched Nobunaga step forward, unsheathing his sword. It wouldn’t be nearly as pleasant to watch.

You stared at the blade, gulping before looking away. At least things would be over soon. The agony of the unknown would finally cease. You closed your eyes as the figure retreated from your side, hoping to avoid excess blood splatter. The universe had led you to this point, this moment. If you were meant to die, maybe it was time.

Your head felt fuzzy, and your tongue fell to the pattern of words you’d known all your life, the ones you barely had to focus on. “Whatever fate has brought me here, allow this to be swift. If I must suffer for my theft, please let it be through my age rather than the pain. I can’t take much more of this. I need—”

“Stop.”

The word cut through the air, silencing both you and the blade posed above your bowed neck.

Feitan’s mind whirled, though his exterior remained impassive. How had you known to say that? Where had you come from? How had he managed to stumble upon another person like himself? Could it be real?

“What now?” Nobunaga groaned as he re-sheathed his sword. Working with Feitan could be so frustrating.

You looked up, wild eyes meeting Feitan’s narrowed gaze. There was something in his face that was different, though no less intense than it was before. “I want to keep her.”

“Why?” Pakunoda asked.

“Where you come from?” he asked, ignoring the others.

All their eyes were on you. It was overwhelming. “I don’t know. They found me in Meteor City.”

Chrollo almost seemed to smile. “That explains her potential.”

“We should’ve killed the other kid,” Phinks grumbled. He hated wasting perfectly good forms of entertainment.

“She come with me. I train.” Feitan stepped toward you, extending a hand to help you stand. The sight was unnerving. Merely an hour ago he’d tried to poison you.

“Don’t let her get lost this time,” Uvo teased, receiving a glare in return.

“Where did you learn to say those words?” Feitan asked, barely more than a whisper as he pulled you away. You were sure the troupe was attentive enough to hear it, but you weren’t going to stop him.

“It’s been in my soul since I was young. I don’t know why it’s there or how it got there.” Your heart thundered in your throat. He spoke the language, too?

“But you speak English?”

You nodded, following him down another hallway. “I needed to learn. My first master never tolerated confusion.”

“Is he still alive?”

You shrugged. “I left Meteor City many years ago.”

He brought you into a room, grinning over his bandana. The sight made your stomach turn. “You will train to kill him. Your first mission.”

You stopped, sending him an incredulous look. “I’m no assassin.”

He laughed at that. “I noticed. But if you do well enough, you can be. You have the potential. Enough to possibly join us someday.”

“Us?”

“The Phantom Troupe. The Spiders.”

You reached for the nearest wall, steadying yourself. The day had been so much to take in. The Phantom Troupe? The murdering bandits of Meteor City? “You aren’t going to kill me?”

He chuckled, pouring water into a glass. You decided you wouldn’t drink it. “Clearly you aren’t ready to die just yet. It’s rare I find someone that can outdo me.” He beckoned you closer, and you settled on the floor in front of him.

“You weren’t trying very hard.”

He nodded. “That’s true.” Placing a leaf on the water, he smiled. “But as soon as we know how you need to be trained, you’ll have to continue earning your survival.”

“Will that ever stop?” You held your hands to the side of the glass the way he demonstrated.

“Doubtful.”

Just like that, things had failed to end for you. With the devious Spider guiding your training, you grew stronger every day. And each passing moment he hoped more and more that you and your personality that so completely complemented his own would stay a little longer. He challenged you every second, but you’d already earned your place. Through whispered words that only the two of you could understand, he reminded you of that. You’d found a place. A person. A life. Yours wasn’t over yet. He’d make sure of that.

It wouldn’t be over anytime soon.

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kuwurapikaaa · 5 years ago

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Chrollo Character Analysis

I have to warn you, even if this analysis does not have spoilers in the manga, but it is very long and with a dash of personal bias towards Chrollo - Admin MeiQi

Chrollo Lucilfer. One of the main villains of Hunter x Hunter. Leader of the phantom troupe, the band of thieves responsible for the Kurta massacre. Love him or hate him, he is an impressive character from a writer’s standpoint. You don’t know his morality. Like many characters in the manga, you don’t exactly know where to pinpoint him in the morality spectrum. He’s very gray in his morals, and that is what I want to see with a character.

Honestly, Chrollo is my most favorite character to write for, his complex character and his cunning personality easily makes him one of my favorites to stan and write for. Dissecting him is a very interesting thing to explore. - When I said that I can write a 2000 word essay on Chrollo, my friends said that they couldn’t believe that it was true or if I was joking, but here we are, with the quarantine and nothing to do, it has to lead me into this, a 2000 word monster.

His Past and How it affects him.

As of writing, we knew nothing about Chrollo’s past. And I think Togashi is not that interested in Chrollo. In my headcanon, Chrollo grew up roaming the streets of Meteor City. No family, no money, no food, nowhere to go. I can even see Chrollo doing sex work just to get around his life. He had to grow up very fast and was exposed to a cruel society at an early age. So, with his charm, his intelligence, and his sex appeal, he can put anyone around his fingers.

Meteor City is already a rough environment for an adult but you should also think about the children who roam the streets. How would a child interact with an environment as harsh as Meteor City? The city had always been described as this hell hole. Where people throw unwanted things, including unwanted children. Nobody was written in records and nobody knew the place. The city seems like it has no peace and is constantly in danger.

If my dad is writing this, he’d say that Chrollo is “Nagutuman” it literally means “starved”, it means that Chrollo got something taken away from him. Something that is really important. If I am going to paint a picture of Chrollo’s past, it would be less than beautiful.

Combined with Chrollo’s harsh upbringing and some type of mental illness, you have a recipe for disaster. - Perfect building blocks for a villain of a series as complex as Hunter x Hunter. As an aspiring writer, I always looked up to Togashi’s work and how complex the series is. Chrollo’s layers are one of the hardest for me to dissect without writing a long essay. Once you make me talk about Chrollo, I will run my mouth for ages. (Like what I am doing right now)

If I am going to embody Chrollo as one of the seven deadly sins, I think he’d probably represent greed, although envy is very close as well. He was a man with nothing who wants everything. He wants the money, he wants vast knowledge, he wants other people’s nen, he wants all the worldly things.

He was very obsessed with human nature. To the point that he will use this obsession to manipulate another person, and get what he wanted from them. He instilled himself to read books and observe the people around him. He used these books to pick a personality trait. Look, in typical literature, it’s easy to distinguish who is “good” and who is “bad” and personalities are not as complex as humans are.

With no one to talk to, he had this very reserved personality. Then, the books and observations couldn’t suffice anymore, so he started stealing very important things from people to know how they would feel when those worldly possessions were gone to them. When he saw how these people reacted to him doing that, he was joyed. He was happy in a twisted way to see what would happen.

I would say Chrollo is kinda numb, but can you really blame the man himself? I don’t think so. Nobody looked after him. Nobody cared for him. Not that I’m trying to convince you that Chrollo is a good guy, which obviously is not the case. (Being the antagonist of the series)

Stealing these things made him understand humans, made an empty void in his body filled in this twisted way. But since Chrollo is greedy, these things never satisfied him. I can even compare him to Ging, Gon’s dad. His greed made him leave his son so that he can have all these adventures and stay a hunter forever.

That’s why I would hate being in the hunter x hunter universe. As someone who has a very set standard of morals, I don’t believe greedy people like hunters deserve the privileges that they are taking for granted. I believe that people should have equal rights and people that have privileges should use their privilege in the right way.

What is the troupe for him?

A favorite quote of mine from him would be “I’m not important, but my orders are.” It shows that Chrollo treats and respects each leg of the spiders like his equals. I would even argue that the members of the troupe are the only thing that is important to Chrollo. I would go more into that in the last category.

The troupe is everything for him. His friends, his family, and lastly an extension of himself. The troupe became his identity, the thing that gave him life, and probably the only thing that is making him significant in this world. The troupe members are the only ones who cared for their beloved boss

To form it, he gathered people that he trusted the most. They all shared a thing in common, immensely talented nen users and outcasts. They shared his philosophy. “We can steal anything from you, but never steal anything from us” He built the phantom troupe with immense trust and him sharing the same principles as his members.

The troupe members are the only people that actually know Chrollo and even then, as I observed, he doesn’t seem super close with anyone in the whole troupe, minus Pakunoda and Machi ?? I will expand on Pakunoda and Chrollo at another time.

One of the ironic things I have seen with the Phantom Troupe is how they would go through all that for the death of a member. (With the requiem for Uvogin) But it was also said that in order to join, you have to kill a member. I find it very contradictory. Or maybe they would get mad or be like that when the person who killed Uvogin didn’t join the troupe ?? That is just very ironic.

Although I don’t have an opinion on it, I am putting it out there so that we can discuss it below and what do you think about this ‘rule’ made by Chrollo. It was something I never thought of when writing this analysis or just as I am watching the anime and dissecting the manga.

How would his demise be?

I think his demise would be ironic and symbolic. As an avid fan of Teleseryes, anime, and a reader of many book series, I know what I’m talking about. His death would be satisfying to both him and the reader. I am aware that Togashi defies the tropes of regular shounen manga, but this ending is the best in a way that it is shocking and satisfying.

His death would be bittersweet. - His death would seem cold, yet twistedly satisfying. He would have nothing to lose. I have to stress it again, that he’s a man who has nothing, and for him, death is inevitable. Remember what Melody said? “He walked with death by his side” That means that the man is really prepared for his demise and feels satisfied whenever it would happen at whatever point of his life.

I can see that his troupe members would be in heaven already. Him being cornered by either Kurapika or Hisoka (if Hisoka wants a re-match). He’d be happy if Kurapika killed him because the boy will get what he wants because he knows that nothing good will happen in a life full of revenge. Kurapika will just regret it in the long run.

Yet, he would die with a smile on his face. A genuine smile, not the one that he’s showing to the people he manipulated. It would be the only time Chrollo would feel happy because he can join his troupe members in heaven. (If they are ever going there) He would be happy to be with the only people that he cared about.

In his conversation with Neon, which showed his human side (but of course, in typical Chrollo fashion, he used this vulnerability as an Uno reverse card and manipulated Neon with it) he showed that he genuinely believed in the afterlife. In life and death. In heaven and earth. In sin and forgiveness. In my headcanon, Chrollo is a devout Christian like myself. He prays every night and day.

His favorite bible verse in someone’s headcanon that I also agree would be Corinthians 13:4-7 “Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily anger, it keeps no records of wrong. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.”

This exact verse shows that Chrollo is someone that has sympathy, as much as he is portrayed as evil, in fiction’s black and white principle. But, he always cared for the Phantom Troupe. The troupe is above his life. The number tattoo that they have shows his loyalty and how he would instill to his members that “once you’re a spider, you’d always be a spider”. As said before, the troupe is the extension of his identity.

The million-dollar question: Is Chrollo capable of loving someone?

As much as I am the Chrollo fucker that I am, I will answer you wholeheartedly, No. Why? You may ask. Because at the end of the day, Chrollo is a thief, a wanted criminal with a high bounty on his head. Having a significant other can throw him off from his highly unattainable ambitions, from him achieving what he wants in his life.

When I was writing my OC, Zara, that was partnered with Chrollo, I started thinking about this deeper. Since Zara is an OC of mine that is like the opposite of Chrollo. She wanted simple things like a family and a husband that will love her forever. - Chrollo doesn’t want all of that. As I said before, what he wants is the treasures and knowledge to fill his empty void.

I don’t think Chrollo is someone who is capable of loving someone. - That is my opinion.

Like he isn’t the kind of guy for a long term commitment. He will fuck, but he’s the kind of guy to leave you behind. He sees that his troupe is far more important than some girl/man that would leave him if they knew he was this wanted criminal.

As much as the troupe is a piece of huge evidence to show that Chrollo is capable of loving people in a genuine sense, but his love for his troupe is limited to familial and mutual respect and trust. It isn’t something that should be taken into a romantic context.

Chrollo’s relationships minus the troupe will always end up in an abusive standpoint. It will always be filled with Chrollo feeding his partner lies about himself just to get what he wants. I said in his past that he never had anything, so he wants to take away everything from other people.

Without his manipulative nature, it would be hard for Chrollo to express love in a genuine way. I can even say that he’s like Kurapika in this department. They both are emotionally constipated people. Yet, they express it in a different way, being traumatized in different ways. Chrollo, unlike Kurapika, he used people to get what he wants and not push them away.

Since I am not a registered medical professional, I am not going to diagnose Chrollo with a mental illness. Like surely he does, but without proper knowledge, I cannot personally deliver it to the reader.

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lady-dimitrescus-loving-wife · 6 years ago

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Nobunaga x Reader

💋 Oral sex, Love/hate, and virgin reader 💋

You could say you didn’t have the best relationship with Nobunaga, hell the whole troupe squad could say so. You and the swordsman always fought whether it was helping leader or over who was stronger in a fight.

Not to mention he could have a bad temper, you could too but of course that didn’t count. Either way it annoyed you and you acted out on that annoyance. Which is what got you in the situation that you were currently in. The man hand been towering over you, your legs on his thighs as his hands pinned yours down to stay still. He had a heated glare and you returned it just as strong. The robes he wore hung low on his shoulders showing his torso, lean but strong at the same time. You knew he was strong, not the best nor the worse though.

Your own clothes being ripped, your hands above your head as his sword laid beside you both. Your shirt had been ripped open showing a black lacy bra almost see through and you tried not to be embarrassed by it. You sent another harsh glare and struggled under him and he watched you, irritated that you had even tried him. You spoke easily of how weak he was as a man and managed to get pinned? He would admit that if you hadn’t had let your guard down you probably would have been the one pinning.

He scoffed leaning down, his long hair messy but followed his movements as he stared at you, you tried to hold back a shiver.

“You’re such a brat. That’s probably the main thing I hate about you.”

He spoke, you saw something unreadable in his eyes but glared before head butting him roughly. He grunted and backed off for a second as you sat up pressing your foot against his chest putting distance between the both of you.

“Oh yeah? Do you know what I hate about you? The fact that you’re nothing but a bitc-“

You yelped when a strong hand wrapped around your neck and the aura got a bit darker. Carefully you looked into his eyes and he glared heavily, you returned the look as silence took over you both. He wouldn’t kill you, he couldn’t, that was a rule here but that didn’t mean he couldn’t punish you. The other’s weren’t near at the moment anyway.

You both stared at each other before he slapped your foot from his chest and dived in giving you a brutal kiss, you gasped, hands shooting up and around his neck. So he did feel the same way? You scoffed, a cocky smirk upon your lips and he felt it of course which was why he pulled back.

“What are you smirking at...”

He glared only for you to chuckle. He didn’t need the full details but you had to admit it turned you on, dangerously so, your panties got wet. You knew that for a fact.

“The fact that you’re such a bad kisser, pretty sure Hisoka kisses better than you honestly.”

You hummed and he stared at you before he literally ripped your pants off, he’s been around Uvogin a bit too long if ya asked me. What shocked you even more was him sinking down your body and pressing his face flush against your clothed clit. He dug his nails into your hips to keep you from squirming.

“Stop moving, I will not stop.”

He grumbled in that deep voice and a deep blush came to your cheeks as his long raven black hair danced over your stomach and thighs. You pushed your hands into his hair and tugged automatically when he gave a hot wet lick.

“N-Nobu!”

You called out as if to stop him and you both knew you didn’t actually want that. Your snarky remarks were always on his mind, they irritated him heavily but your eyes and body language told him all that he needed to know.

You wanted him. And he wanted you.

He looked up from your shaky thighs and your stomach jumped. Damn it, why did he have to be so alluring not to mention you’ve always been a slut for long hair. He nipped at the fabric before tugging your panties off tossing them aside when he got them down. He cupped your ass and yanked you up and your back slid down the wall and a yelp leaves you. He’s on his knees now placing your legs over his shoulders leaning forward to cage you in his arms. Honestly he looks like a beast right now and it has you leaking. Like a fucking waterfall matter of fact.

Silence takes over and he gave a slight shit eating grin before diving back in. His tongue started at the end of your twitchy organ before licking up to the clit, once there he closed his mouth around it surrounding it in his heated mouth and if you said you didn’t almost cum just then and there you’d be lying. You gave a breathless moan and you held his hair pulling him closer.

A hot arch came off of you and you almost cried out. He covered your mouth quickly. Damn like this is an abandoned building after all of course it’ll echo, just cause the others weren’t here at the moment didn’t mean they weren’t close by. However that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to challenge you.

He smirked and continued to eat you out until you were basically a mindless puddle below him. He suddenly pulled away and you whimpered hating that he did you so dirty. He ate pussy so good that he should be considered a god damn cannibal, of course you wouldn’t admit to the fact that he was good.

He let you go not caring for how your legs fell wide open. You slapped him suddenly and he blinked and surprise before closing his eyes.

“P-perv! How dare you touch me old man!”

He slowly opened his eyes and without a word he flipped you onto your stomach pulling your hips up. You panted, god you wanted this so bad, wanted him to get angrier. Your pussy was twitching violently and he pulled down his boxers, his hard and erect cock sprung free. You tested your luck to look back and he laid firmly on top of you wrapping a hand around your throat, his other hand giving his cock a good couple of pumps before he nudged your entrance.

A deep red clouded your features, you were a virgin and one that just pissed off Nobunaga.

He spoke against you.

“You’re so going to get it, I was going to be nice but you don’t deserve it.”

He spoke and you whined feeling the head of his thick cock at your hole ready to slam right in. You couldn’t you had to say it.

“I’m a v-virgin Nobu..”

You almost whispered but he heard you all the same. When I say the boy look like Hisoka after Chrollo said he couldn’t use nen anymore I mean it. He froze up and slowly lowered more to look at your face, blushy cheeks and teary eyes. He was shocked, completely. He blinked before his features softened, carefully he kissed your cheek.

“Damn you...”

He sighed sitting up to brush the long strands or dark hair back. You pouted and he hummed.

“I’ll be gentle.”

He said simply and you nearly jumped away and would have if it hadn’t been for his strong hands catching your hips to keep you down. He flipped you back over, he didn’t want to admit it but he was glad to be your first and he wanted to see your face with you came.

“Y-you mean you’re still going to fuck me ?!”

You cried pushing on his chest as he leaned down with a friendly smile as though just a second ago he almost didn’t rip you in half. He chuckled laying a kiss on your lips and you pouted but fell into it. Your hands wrapped around his neck again and into his hair as he nipped your bottom lip. Shyly you opened your mouth and moaned as he shoved his tongue inside letting you taste the distant remains of yourself. You felt him nudge you again and looked away. He rolled his eyes.

“I said I’d be gentle. I mean it, calm down.”

He spoke softly and kissed your temples and you hugged but nodded holding onto him. You gasped loudly as he slowly submerge himself into you, a hot groan left him before he could hold it in and you gasped loudly clinging onto him. He stayed still only moving when you gave a shaky nod.

His thrust were slow at first, hands under your back as he laid on top of you rolling those hips deliciously against your own. You arched and moaned and he stared down at you, pink dusting his cheeks as he watched you fall apart under him. He definitely wanted to see you cum.

He brushed something inside and you literally cried out, the high pitched noise threw him off guard for a second but he couldn’t help but be a bit rougher, he slammed inside and you arched so hard. He pushed up your bra and harassed your hard nipple nipping them and licking, rolling them in his teeth.

You were trembling almost at the edge ready to jump off actually as you legs tightened around him, he grunted or maybe it was a low growl. Either way you loved the sound.

“N-Nobu... No.. Nobu! Nobunaga!”

You cried out shocking him into his own orgasm you squirted hard and he came inside. If it hadn’t been for the fact the birth control pills were a thing you would have probably killed him right then and there. You went limp panting heavily under him as he laid on top. Your breathing mingling with his as he smiled lightly before kissing you, something you returned considering you didn’t feel like fighting him at the moment.

What you hadn’t expected midway in the kiss was for the basterd to fall asleep on top of you.

“Nobu? Nobunaga?”

You panicked with a deep blush.

“Get off me you old basterd! How dare you fall asleep while we’re both like this! I’m going to fucking kill you!”

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