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ratatouillewastakendammit · 3 months

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30% off

Pairing: Chishiya x reader

Summary: death around every corner means you don’t exactly get much time to pleasure yourself. Thankfully, someone you’ve had your eye on is more than willing to help

Warnings: smuttttt, edging, language

(yes, Spencers does have a line of monster dildos)

I may rewrite this with another character because I don’t know how many of you guys watch AIB

Also warning this was made in under 90 minutes at 2 in the morning. Enjoy

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Your fingers flit through a small sea of heavy fabrics, each embroidered with some colorful design of whatever video game or anime character had been trending when the world stopped.

Apparently, it had been Gojo, the white outlines of his hair a stark difference to the black of the hoodies base framework.

The material was heavy and warm, hiding your fingers from the damp chill in the air as you slid them underneath to find the price tag.

$49.99

The notion of one piece of clothing being nearly worth a young teens entire shift made your eyebrows tug upward.

Slipping the cloth off of its hanger, you gently ripped the price tag off, letting it fall to the floor as you snuck an arm into one of the sleeves.

Once upon a time, you would have cared about the littering, but it wasn’t as if rest of the mall didn’t look any different.

It was getting increasingly hard to care about things like that.

Instead, you focused on the comfort of your newfound treasure. Taking what you wanted was one of the few benefits you reaped in a place like this.

The mall doors had been hard to pry open, but a crowbar and a few minutes had done just fine. With a few days of peace before another game needing to be won, Usagi suggested some good old scavenging.

If anything, it was a lot better than sitting around and starving to death.

So you, her, and a few others from what the priorly known as The Beach, had ended up here, each going their own way to cover the maximum amount of ground before darkness fell over this wasteland.

And while you didn’t exactly think Spencer’s would have the most survivalist-prone gear, it was one of the only stores in the North end of the mall that didn’t reek of rotting food.

You slipped through a wall of nose piercings, grabbing another thick hoody that sported a small drawing of Killua Zoldyck on the lower right corner.

Going towards the back of the store, you rummaged through the trays of snacks that could usually be found near the checkout desk. Even though they technically weren’t the most nutritious, sour gummies and sodas were known to have a better-than-average shelf life.

As you scoured over numerous packages and Best Buy dates, your gaze slipped a few feet to your left, eyes widening as a short chuckle bubbled up into your throat.

You walked over to a stand proudly boasting its abundance of ‘Creature Cocks’ and picked up a glow-in-the-dark Unicorn dildo.

It was nearly 9-inches.

Guess I could use that thing as a weapon if anything.

Snickering, you put the sparkly sex toy back and let your line of sight graze curiously over the smaller, more much conventional ones.

It had been a long time.

Which wasn’t surprising, since personal pleasure wasn’t exactly a priority during what many would define as the apocalypse.

Still…

Almost unconsciously, you reached out, fingers curling around a small toy that slightly resembled one you used to have.

“You know most of those don’t work anymore, right?”

“Shit!” You spun around in fear, locking eyes with the second male in your little group, Chishiya. His lower lip was curled in amusement as you pressed a hand to your pounding chest. “You just gave me a heart attack, asshole!”

Regardless, nervous excitement brewed in your stomach. The feelings you harbored for the individual in front of you were dangerous and you knew that, but they were hard to ignore.

“Sorry, didn’t think I was interrupting anything,” his eyes flit down to the device in your hand, a feline-like smirk spreading across his features as he turned and began to leave. “But I’ll leave you to it.”

You dropped the toy, it’s clatter against the floor causing him to swivel his gaze back and you to internally cringe. “Batteries,” you swallowed, cheeks beginning to burn as you mentally fumbled for an excuse. “Some have batteries. I figured we’d run out at some point. For flashlights and stuff… ya know?”

Rambling. You’re rambling. Stop it.

Chishiya cocked an eyebrow, stalking closer and quietly bending down to pick up the device. When he straightened, his body was a few centimeters from yours.

A contrasting scent of ashes and mint hit your senses as he lifted an arm to put the toy back, effectively caving you in on one side.

You wondered absentmindedly if he still would’ve smelt faintly of fire if he wasn’t stuck here, in a world surrounded by death and decay.

“If you really needed help that badly, you could’ve just asked,” he replied, wolfish grin doing nothing to quell the heat blooming into your face.

The meaning of his statement hit you like a train, the suggestion crawling below your abdomen to tease you with a flash of pleasure.

“I don’t… I wasn’t trying to-”

“But you want to,” you blinked, eyes wide in surprise as his arm snaked around your waist. “Besides, it might be dangerous to leave you all hot and bothered during a game, don’t you think?”

“I’m not… I’m fine,” the reply definitely lacked the assertion you planned to give it, the idea of his skin against yours more than distracting.

He let out a raspy hum. “So it wouldn’t turn you on at all if I did something like this?”

The hand resting on your hip began moving downward, began toying with the top of your jeans.

Mindlessly, your hips lifted upwards, practically begging to meet his touch.

That smirk grew slightly, excitement flashing through brown irises. “Thought so.”

His hand slipped under the fabric, gently brushing against your clit. The contact made your body jerk in surprise, that soft heat slowly building as the touch moved in between your thighs.

“I-” One finger pushed between your folds, drawing a soft groan from you as he began to slowly thrust the digit in and out.

“I know, princess. Don’t worry, I’m gonna take care of you.”

His lips grazed over yours, gently stealing the sigh you gave in response to his movements. Blond hair tickled your face as he continued to whisper praises in your ear.

“So pretty,” his free arm linked under yours when your knees threatened to fall out from under you.“Do you know long I’ve wanted to do this? Wanted you?”

He watched as you continued to slip away in a pleasured haze, expression flashing for a mere second in adoration as his finger drew soft circles over your clit.

The feeling was overwhelming, the rest of the world melting away from the burning heat just begging to reach its climax.

Then it vanished, his touch slipping away as quickly as it came before he pressed his lips against yours, the moment lasting mere seconds but leaving you breathless.

“Why did you stop?” The desperation in your tone might have embarrassed you, if you cared.

“So needy,” he taunted. “I’ll fuck you properly when we have some more privacy.”

You almost reached out to stop him from backing away when he backed away, your pride saved as Arisu, Usagi, and Kuina pushed through the isles.

“You guys okay? We’re gonna head back soon.” Arisu stopped, eyes widening as he took in the area. “What are you doing back-“

“We thought there might be some batteries in here.” Chishiya grabbed one of the toys. An effortless smile gracing his lips , he spun the package around so the label was visible. “30% percent off.”

#aib #alice in borderland #chishiya shuntaro #chishiya x reader #alice in boderland x reader

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ratatouillewastakendammit · 3 months

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Another smut excerpt of my Chrollo fic <3 (holding up hypnotism wheel Oh you wanna click that link so bad)

(reader has nen abilities that let other people feel her emotions when touching her)

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"Again."

With a pained sigh, you pushed yourself off the grass, ignoring the painful urge to lay back down and rest your aching muscles.

Per your request, you had sacrificed a Saturday of lazing around to pick up training again. With the York New auction steadily approaching, you weren't keen on the possibility of holding the Troupe back with your less than extraordinary combat skills.

Improvements had been made, sure, but most of the members were still so far ahead of you.

And Chrollo was a whole different story.

Saying he was a formidable opponent would have been a crude understatement.

With his acute senses and unparalleled intelligence, he could easily beat you within seconds, as he had multiple times in the past half hour. But adding that to smooth reflexes and years of his own power cultivation meant the defeat was inevitable before stepping into the ring.

Shooting forward, you immediately analyzed his relaxed posture, searching for any areas that might give you an opening. Within seconds, you attempted to analyze his exposed stance, despite recognizing that it was a purposeful tactic.

Like a usually dormant animal, Chrollo never seemed to make the first progression with you, instead waiting for you to strike before mirroring in retaliation.

Arrogance was not an adjective you would use when describing yourself, and stupidly was probably lower on that list. It was obvious that he would be able to overcome you just as easily now as in a situation where he threw the first hit, so you didn't make any negative comments. Besides, you were the one who had asked for his help anyway.

You tensed your hand, lunging forward.

Fatigue had begun to take a toll on your body, making the once agile movements sloppy under the weight of exhaustion. He effortlessly caught your fist, using it as leverage to yank your body past his and effectively tripping you with an outstretched ankle.

With a surprised yelp, you fell to the ground once more, a location that seemed pretty popular for you during these training sessions.

Still encasing your hand, Chrollo positioned your tumble so that the most force would be taken on your back instead of into a face full of dirt. Regardless, the air was jerked from your lungs upon impact. This gave him ample opportunity to guide your arms above your head, efficiently rendering you incapacitated.

He peered down at your form, searching for any hint of unexpected retaliation. Obviously, he found none, having left your limbs useless from his own imprisoning grasp and hours of debilitating exercise.

"And I think that leaves me with another victory. Unless, of course, you're planning to beat me from all the way down there." Not a drop of sweat coated his flawless skin, a physical reminder of his superiority in this realm.

You shot him a glare, squinting in between the splintered rays of sun his form had fractured. It had started to set a few minutes ago, emphasizing the shadows that hid dormant around the desolate field.

"Fuck you."

"Time and place, darling." He quipped, offering you a hand up.

You took it with an irritated scoff, but you couldn't help the spark of warmth his words sent blossoming up into your cheeks.

It had been two weeks since you had fucked Chrollo Lucilfer.

Not that you were counting or anything.

As it turned out, even after years of surviving without the contact you unfortunately lacked, you were quite a sucker for it.

A mere taste of his caress left you with an irritatingly strong craving for more. So many waking minutes were spent wondering if or when he would take your mouth in his again.

Obviously, you weren't going to bring it up. The subject was still new and delicate to you. While completely normal, it was almost as if mentioning it might break some part of the stability you had gained in this relationship, or embarrass you at the very least.

So, you had come to the sullen conclusion to ignore the problem unless he mentioned it. Still, it was impossible to disregard the hollow yearning that grew stronger with every flirtatious comment or innocent brush.

Just as now, when he arms wrapped around your torso to teleport back to the penthouse. The world around you dissolved as usual, objects melting into one another before rebuilding into a completely new location.

The inclination to stay in his grasp was strong, but you forced yourself away, not wanting to slowly ease into the desire that you had tried so hard to overcome. If he took notice, Chrollo didn't show it, offering to begin dinner while you hopped into the shower.

Cold water fell down your body, but it did nothing to quell the itching warmth of your longing. It might've been because you had been deprived of that aspect for so long or maybe because of the blockages, both emotional and material, that you had built.

With a nen ability that transferred your emotions through direct physicality, you had never entertained the notion of enjoying it.

Even if you were strong enough to constantly conjure an output of protective aura, you doubted that you would ever really be able to relax in the presence of another.

Chrollo's individual mastery had been quite the beneficial skill. It not only allowed you to become more lenient in how you approached human contact, but embrace it in some way.

On the other hand, your continual itch for his touch might have been because of how good it was. Obviously, you had nothing in terms of comparison, but fuck, you were getting needy.

With a soft swipe of your arm, the fog was wiped from the mirror, revealing your reflected image. The form looked back at you, no longer smothered in dirt and sweat, but still just as unsatisfied. She dried the dampness from her skin with a plush towel before throwing on a pair of shorts and oversized shirt.

It was one of his.

While he wasn't exceptionally larger in terms of muscle, his height warranted a big enough difference so that fabric fell just above your knees. Even though you had your own pajamas, you had found that his stolen clothes were your favorite type of apparel in terms of comfort.

With your hair cleaned and favorably restyled, you walked out from his bathroom into the living room.

The aroma of miso and simmering garlic met your senses, matching with the soft sizzle of frying butter. You followed the pleasant scent inside the kitchen, meeting Chrollo, who had just finished introducing noodles into the cacophony of flavor.

Watching him cook was something you genuinely enjoyed. He displayed an odd nimbleness between the searing heat of the pan or the fine tip of a cutting knife that would usually have you mesmerized.

However, you were still a bit distracted at the moment, to say the least. Before you knew it, two bowls of steaming umami were being carried over to the table. You ate with sizable gratitude, the hollow emptiness in your stomach from extraneous activity finally filled.

The meal was mostly quiet, most likely because you were the more talkative individual of the two of you. This time, you pushed yourself to ignore the other hankering that had yet to be gratified, instead focusing on the luscious flavor of the broth against your tongue.

And while that strategy might have worked for a while, your self-control crept away as soon as you moved to the couch.

With tentative maneuvering, you allowed yourself to lean into Chrollo, body tensing slightly when he pulled you closer.

The television was turned on, though you weren't exactly sure what was playing. It became a muted buzz as you mentally willed yourself to relax, an endeavor that grew increasingly harder as his hands trailed down to meet yours.

A surprised hum met the muffled silence of the unknown channel and you, curious, offered him a detached murmur of inquisition.

"Nothing." He replied, offered you a small grin. "You're just really turned on right now."

Your eyes shot up.

"What? No, I'm not!" Your sputtering fizzled to silence as he slowly raised your uncovered wrist, still in his grasp. It clicked and your jaw dropped in shock. "You, asshole! What happened to your weirdo constant nen output bullshit?"

"I thought I was making you nervous for some reason so I figured I would check." He chuckled under his breath. "Clearly not."

Heat blossomed up your neck as you snatched your arm from his grasp. "That's cheating!"

He cocked an eyebrow in amusement. "Cheating? That's quite an assumption, darling. Besides, you clearly weren't going to say anything."

"Well, you weren't doing anything either." You scoffed, crossing your arms. "I didn't want to bother you with doing something like... ya know, if you didn't want to."

"Didn't want to?" The muscle in your chest began to accelerate as he turned, gently guiding your shoulders back until you were laying flat on the couch. "I've wanted you for months."

"So why didn't you? Say anything, I mean."

"I didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable." Ebony locks perfectly framed every angle of his face as he looked down at you, falling slightly to the left as he tilted his head in inspection. "Of course, I was under the impression that you would've asked for my help."

"I don't..." You shifted underneath him, averting your gaze with an awkward sigh. "I don't like asking for stuff like that. It's embarrassing."

Consideration flit across his face for a moment, only to be replaced moments later with desire. "Well, that works out perfectly then. You won't have to ask."

With a complacent smirk beginning to grace his features, you watched in confusion as leaned forward, warm breath tickling the rim of your ear. You gasped when he lifted his knee, pushing it in between your thighs.

"You're going to beg."

And then his mouth was on your skin.

His kiss traveled from below your ear to past your collarbone. A pleasured sigh was quickly drawn from in between your lips, captured moments later by his own once more.

Goosebumps erupted up your back as his hands slipped under your shirt, ghosting above the curves of your hips before moving up to find your chest, gently beginning to knead the flesh.

Dexterous fingers rolled over your hardened nipple, delivering soft pinches whenever he saw fit. That recognizable, titillating warmth had begun to flare in your abdomen, increasing steadily until the area underneath was throbbing in anticipation. In desperation, you began to unconsciously grind your hips against his knee, relishing in the dull pressure it provided against your clit.

With one final tweak, he changed positions to wrap his arms under your thighs, allowing him to prop you up and efficiently move to his room while keeping his mouth on yours.

After carefully setting you down on the bed, his lips resumed their previous placement on your neck, sucking and biting and creating the marks you were sure would have to be hidden later.

But you didn't care.

Your attention was intently captured on the way he was making you feel, the way he lifted the fabric of your shirt to let his kiss trail between your breasts and down toward your stomach.

His hands playfully rimmed the hem of your shorts, toying with the fabric that blocked his contact from where you needed it most.

"I know how much you hate that part of your nen ability, but in all honesty," He pulled the piece of clothing away. "I quite enjoy feeling how desperate you are for me."

Confusion arose on your face as you watched him fall back, tugging your ankles to pull your body closer to the edge of the bed. "What are you doing?"

Ignoring your question, Chrollo took a knee on the mattress, bending down so he was eye level with your form. You immediately went to close your legs in a feeble attempt at preserving your dignity, but he held you steady.

Silver irises shot up to meet yours. "Eyes on me, darling."

He placed his mouth on your thighs, dangerously close to aching slit, marking the soft flesh before moving back for a moment.

And then he licked straight from your cunt to the tip of nerves above it, gaze trained unwavering on your face the whole time. Your back arched in surprise and you tried to stifle the whine threatening to fall from your throat.

Still, a quiet hum slipped out, tickling Chrollo's acute sense.

Removing his tongue from your skin, he gave you an expression laced in imitated disappointment. "I'm almost certain I mentioned something about staying quiet last time."

'I want to hear you.'

But you offered him a shrug, refusing to entertain his constant teasing. "Must've slipped my mind."

"Oh, I'm happy to help jog your memory. I said," his grasp on your thighs tightened, fingers diving downward to toy with the wetness of your slit. "that I want to hear every pathetic sound that comes from that nasty, little mouth of yours."

"Sorry, doesn't ring a bell." You retorted, trying to remain steady in the wake of his words.

He cocked an eyebrow, obviously unfazed. You simply mirrored the action and he hummed in the feigned displeasure encasing his amusement.

"Such a brat."

Leaning down once more, he encased his lips around your clit.

And then he sucked.

Hard.

The moan that was ripped was nothing less than disgraceful. The sinful noise echoed off through the room, no longer stifled with unmet attempts.

His tongue swirled around the oversensitive bud, pulling similar sounds with each lick.

It wasn't long before your high was advancing, pulling you closer and closer to the brink of euphoria with every oral caress. It was at arms reach, mere moments away from the release you had been neglected of these past weeks.

And then it was gone, sweet bliss yanked between the tips of your fingers as he backed away.

"What... what are you doing?" You breathed, glancing up in shock. The whine was exceptionally pitiful, but you lacked the mind to care, still reeling over the loss of your ever-so-near climax.

"You don't know?" He tilted his head. "I know you had some trouble remembering my words earlier, but I'm sure you can manage to conjure up something more recent."

Bits and pieces about making you beg filtered through your train of thought and you groaned in realization. "Fuck you."

Chrollo chuckled, tone dangerously low. His fingers teased your slit, thumb barely grazing the oversensitive tip. "That's the idea, but I don't think you've earned that yet."

Every whisper of pleasure was pure torture.

Even as he finally began to apply pressure, you knew that it would merely be a tease, offering you the notion of satisfaction just to tear it from your grasp moments later.

He inserted a finger, pumping it in and a few times before following it with another, making sure to keep his thumb trained on your clit.

Already close from before, it didn't take long for you to creep up upon your high. Of course, he was able to tell, well acquainted with the unconscious roll of your hips and the convulsions around his hand that signaled a climax.

It was stolen away from you once more.

Hot tears brimming at the corner of your eyes threatened to overflow, boiling with physical frustration.

Taking notice, he let out a laugh, brushing away one of the droplets with tender mocking. "Aww, did you want to come?"

"Please." You breathed, taking notice of the cruel glee lacing his expression.

"Oh, come on." He pushed a strand of stray hair behind your ear. The gesture seemed loving, but his tone reeked of imitated sympathy. "I know you can do better than that."

"Please." You repeated, a little louder this time, even though it came out sounding just as pathetic. "Fuck, I'll do anything, just please."

He removed his other hand from your thigh to undo the strings of his sweatpants. "Please, what, darling? You're going to have to be more specific."

Embarrassment pushed into the forefront of your mind, but it was nothing in comparison to the burning need already present.

You averted your line of sight, taking a deep breath before continuing. "Please let me come."

The statement was flustered and quick, something much too humiliating to admit at a normal volume. Still, warmth blossomed up your neck as it was quietly sputtered.

Tipping your chin gently with the tip of his finger, he forced your gaze to meet his. "Now that wasn't too hard, was it, love?"

Aligning himself at your entrance, he pushed forward in a way that set every nerve in your body on fire.

He started to roll his hips into yours at a steady pace and you groaned at the delectable pressure, fingers curling into the silk sheets that had once been so pristinely organized.

But just as you were, they had turned into a mess, undone easily in the hands of another.

Chrollo's thumb found your clit once more, circling around it in a tortuously slow rotation. The prickling heat in your core sparked brightly with every thrust. His previously established rhythm had started to accelerate, leaving you a puddle of desire.

Bliss had clouded over your vision, infiltrating your train of thought until there was nothing left but pure lust. The soft throb in between your thighs had also begun to quicken, matching the speeding drum of the muscle against the walls of your chest.

Some part of you, most likely the perceptive fragment left, took notice of it. "I... I'm gonna-" The rest of your statement fizzled away into a broken moan.

"I know, darling, go ahead." By the soft rasp in his voice, you were almost certain he might have been close too.

Your climax was merely a whisper away, taunting you with its cruel pleasure. It filled you to the brim, bursting at the seams and threatening to spill over.

Ecstasy shot through your body, flooding over your conscious mind in a way that your legs shaking. A sharp cry was torn from your throat as you arched into the euphoria.

Gently helping you down from your high, Chrollo continued, finding his own soon after with his hands still wrapped around your hips. He gave them a soft squeeze, carefully pulling out and picking you up to continue the same route he had the night of your first time.

Prior exhaustion seemed to have crept back. The hot bath water felt all the more delightful against your skin, soothing the sore muscles between bubbles that smelled of lavender and vanilla.

Chrollo's loving praises and soft caress filtered through the aromatic foam. You watched as he turned away to grab a towel and another shirt, still his.

"Thank you." You murmured, taking his hand out of the tub.

"Of course, my love." Brushing the wet hair away past your ear, he placed a soft kiss upon your temple with a smile. "Always."

#chrollo lucifer x reader #hxh chrollo #hxh #hunter x hunter

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ratatouillewastakendammit · 3 months

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Just figured out to do the Readmore thing💀

Ty to Vivi for letting me know

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ratatouillewastakendammit · 3 months

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Are any of you guys an Alice in borderlands fan?? Bc if so I have a good prompt for Chishiya!

If not I definitely won’t have trouble inserting another character in there ;)

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ratatouillewastakendammit · 4 months

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tumblr is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have, but i have it

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ratatouillewastakendammit · 5 months

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Pairing: Chrollo x Reader

Summary: a smutty excerpt from my full-length Chrollo fanfic. However, I think that it can be read standing alone as well. Enjoy!

Warnings: smut, language, some fluff at the end <3

It was quite nice to have something that could be dubbed 'home.'

Over the past few years, you had stayed in many places, but none of them earned the title. They lacked certain qualities that one might include in this category.

There was no breath of relief when you walked inside, only a looming forecast of some new threat approaching. There was definitely no feeling of contentment, the expectation of moving ever-present. The penthouse, on the other hand, possessed many of these traits, though you weren't certain it was because of the building, rather the person you shared it with.

Safety and comfort were easily achieved when you pulled into the parking lot, two check marks on your mental list considering this issue, but there was something else present as well.

The air seemed hollow. It filled your lungs, leaving an empty feeling in your stomach, waiting to be appeased.

You should let him kiss you at the party.

Fuck you, Hisoka Morow.

This feeling followed you into the elevator, a phantom of satisfaction just begging to be exorcised. It's ghostly voice tickled your own vocal chords in a masquerade of confidence.

"You can..." You cleared your throat, but the sound that came out was still annoyingly quiet. "You can, um, kiss me now. Only if you want, I mean."

With a ding, the doors opened. Chrollo glanced down at you before stepping out into the hallway, making you avert your eyes immediately. "I don't know. I really should start making dinner."

"Are you serious?" You whined, following after him into the penthouse. Usually, the tone would have made you cringe internally, but enough of his antics had been endured tonight. He silently waited until you had gotten inside before closing the door and locking it behind you.

With a discontented sigh, you reached around your back to begin taking off the confining gown. While beautiful, it had become uncomfortable after a while, as most pretty things did.

Your hands never made it.

Instead, they were snatched midair, completely forgotten as Chrollo's lips crashed against yours. You gasped, but he captured the noise easily, dropping your hands in favor of cupping your face with one of his. Another found its way around your waist, offering a bit of support as you began to melt further and further into his arms.

The feeling of Chrollo's mouth against yours was captivating, possessing a siren-like allure that overpowered your corporeal need for oxygen.

If this was what asphyxiation was like, you would gladly suffocate under his control.

Backing up, you attempted to find something, anything, to lean on, scared that if this continued your legs might turn to putty. Thankfully, he followed, keeping a constant hold on your frame.

A wall hit your back, prompting another startled exhale. He took advantage of this one too, running his tongue against the rim of your bottom lip in a wordless request. The air in your lungs seemed to dissipate as you allowed his tongue to meet yours, clinging to his touch like it was your only lifeline.

Every bit of contact was felt in your abdomen, a quiet spark that had you sighing in delight.

So when he finally pulled away, you couldn't help the quiet, pitiful whine that left your throat.

His breathing wasn't anywhere near as quick, but as he rested his forehead against yours, the ardent look in his eyes seemed to be quite the indication as to what was running through his mind.

"Is this okay?"

Oh.

And you immediately decided that it was. Your words back at the party were nothing but honest.

You wanted him.

You wanted to be his, in every way possible.

Regardless, your fervent nod didn't seem to satisfy him.

"I'm sorry, dearest, but I'm going to need you to use your words." Using a finger, he tilted your chin upward, urging your gaze to meet his. "Now I'll ask again; Is this alright?"

"Yes." You breathed. "Please keep going."

At your acceptance, he closed the distance between you once more, the kiss turning hungry and desperate.

Every moment was pure bliss, but it was never enough.

You could feel his hand inching across your back, searching for the zipper to your dress. He found it quickly, allowing the garment to fall to the floor.

Red fabric pooled at your feet like a fiery sea. The chilliness of winter air attacked your body, now only protected by mere undergarments.

His lips slipped from yours, trailing downwards to edge your jaw before descending again to place a line of kisses across your exposed collarbone. Your breathing accelerated when his mouth found a sensitive area and, based on the way he smirked into your neck, you were quite sure he noticed too.

With gentle guidance, Chrollo led the both of you towards his room, kicking open the door with minimal regard as he shrugged off his suit jacket. It was discarded as your body fell into the silk sheets of his bed.

Coat off, he positioned himself above you, fingers undoing the first few buttons of his shirt as you were left to squirm under the scrutiny of his gaze.

You had never been so naked, so vulnerable, in front of someone else. The idea of having your bare body on display sent heat to your already burning cheeks.

Instinctively, you moved to conceal yourself, but he was quicker, grabbing your hands to pin them above your head. Ebony locks fell over his eyes as he looked down at you, ever so slowly releasing his hold on your arms.

"Say the word and I'll stop. Do you understand?"

"Yes." You murmured, apprehensive about whether or not your voice would actually work, but desperate for him to continue.

He nodded, sneaking a hand behind you to release your bra with measured precision. The clasp was undone and the garment tossed away, leaving your upper half completely exposed to the man hovering over you. Insecurities immediately flooded your mind as you tentatively forced your line of sight to meet his.

Somehow, you had continuously failed to notice completely enamored Chrollo was with you. Unbeknownst to you, he had already pretty much come to the conclusion that you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, regardless of the fact that some parts of you had been left a mystery. And although patience happened to be one of his more noteworthy traits, he would also be a liar if he didn't admit this moment had frequently taunted his restraint for the past few weeks.

And damn, if the wait wasn't worth it.

He sucked in a sharp breath, steel eyes once cold and uncaring, now ablaze with desire for you.

"Fuck."

His mouth found yours again before following a route similar to the one before, descending past your jaw and toward your neck. This time, however, he continued downward to your chest. Skin still frigid, his lips were sparked fireworks with every touch.

You gasped sharply when he wrapped his mouth around your nipple, swirling his tongue around the hardened bud while his free hand found its way to your other breast, gently kneading the flesh. He pinched your nipple, pulling a whine from your throat as your thighs clenched, desperate for friction.

At some point, he backed away, continuing the assault on your neck like it was the last time he ever enjoyed human contact. You didn't notice the withdrawal, much too distracted by the feeling of his hands on your chest.

However, you definitely noticed when his touch found its way below your abdomen, pressing softly against your clit through the fabric of your underwear. Your back arched into his hold as you absentmindedly realized you had never hated any object quite as much as you did right now. Self-consciousness had completely faded away, replaced by the need of his direct contact.

Chrollo nudged the cloth to the side, a smug grin spreading across his features before he yanked it off completely.

He ran a finger across your slit, examining the wetness that followed it with pure satisfaction.

"Fuck, I've barely done anything yet."

Slowly, he inserted a finger inside, pumping at a steady pace before following with another, making sure to keep his thumb trained to your clit in a tortuously slow rotation. Pleasure coursed through your body, forcing a moan from in its wake. You quickly slapped a palm against your mouth, hoping to muffle the embarrassing sound, but his ears were too sharp.

"Uh-uh." He chided, grabbing both of your arms with his free hand. "I want to hear you."

"Good girl."

"I'm not... shit, your dog." You complained, but the soft spark of pleasure of his words were undeniable.

"You sure whine like one."

The mere sound of his voice was audible bliss. Your body had seemed to betray you, clenching around his digits at the tantalizing tone.

"Hm." He appraised. "Praise and degradation. Noted."

"I'm not-"

Your denial was quickly cut off when he inserted another finger, curling them against your core until the only sound you could emit was a low groan. "I'm sorry, I don't think I caught that. Would you mind repeating it for me?"

Anywhere else you would have been happy to call him out for feigned ignorance, but you were much too far gone in the way he was able to heighten the warmth in your core. It grew steadily with each pump of his fingers until you were ready to burst.

Soon, Chrollo had you unraveling upon his hand. Ever attentive, he continued to stroke the ever sensitive bundle of nerves, leisurely helping you down from your high as he unbuttoned his dress pants.

Your eyes immediately trained down towards his waist once he was done, inner walls clenching around nothing. The empty, hollow feeling left you even more unsatisfied than before. It was a relief to not be the only one exposed, but fuck was he gorgeous.

He quickly noticed where your line of sight had traveled, letting out a dark chuckle that only heightened your desire. "Pervert."

Brain still on sensual overdrive, the taunt did nothing but spur another flicker in your core. The embarrassment only seemed to push your need further. He seemed to notice your stare and the pleading expression across your features.

"What did I say about using your words, darling?"

"Please." You mumbled, hoping against hope that he would take pity on you.

He carefully aligned himself at your entrance, its soft, steady beat still present and yearning to be satisfied. "Anything for you."

With a slow, antagonizing pace, you waited for him to finish entering you. Slight pain followed with every inch forward, but nothing compared to ache you felt for his touch. Soon, the soreness melted into satisfaction and you found yourself unconsciously lifting your hips to his, desperate for some kind of tension.

Thankfully, he understood your wordless plea, beginning to rock his hips into yours at a steady pace that had you internally begging for more. His thumb found your clit again, rotating around the nub in slow, gentle circles. He reveled in the moans that were pulled from your lips.

The heat continued to intensify, filling your core to the brim until all the only emotion running through your brain was need.

With an increasing rhythm, he continued thrusting into you until pleasure had completely overpowered your senses, leaving you a moaning puddle of satisfaction in its wake. Every kiss to your cervix tightened the coil more and more until it was unbearable. The bliss was excruciating, bright and hot and wonderful all at the same time.

He caressed your overstimulated clit in a way that made you want to burst, and with a few final pushes, you did.

Euphoria flooded over every crevice of your body. Your walls fluttered around him as your high was met, offering a soft convulsion that allowed him his own release. Your eyelids fluttered to a close, heart on overdrive and mind still abuzz from pure ecstasy.

He slowly pulled out, careful not to jostle your form too much before gently picking you up and carrying you towards the bathroom. The difference in light made you cringe slightly, but, although spent, you were still curious.

Damn, it's nice in here.

You marveled as he set you down on the counter to start a bath.

The past hour, and probably the trials of today as well, had left you tired, the next few moments no longer memories, but foggy sensations of bliss.

His voice echoed amidst the rushing water, muttering kind praises that were extenuated by the soft tingle of his lips against your skin. The soothing warmth of the bath soon replaced them, then the soft cotton of a shirt that was much too large to be your own.

Next, the cool sheets, somehow new and folded neatly, cocooning around your body. You did remember reaching out, searching for his own figure against the bed. You also remembered the quiet laugh as he met your grasp, allowing you to easily wrap your arms around his torso. He mirrored your embrace, placing a final kiss on your temple.

In the past few weeks, you had fallen asleep in Chrollo's grasp multiple times. However, as the world faded away, you were able to coherently recognize that this way was most definitely your favorite.

#hxh #hxh x reader #hunter x hunter #chrollo lucilfer #chrollo x reader #chrollo smut #hxh smut #hunter x hunter smut #chrollo lucifer x reader #hxh chrollo

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ratatouillewastakendammit · 5 months

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Could you possibly do head canons or a fanfic of Ghostface! Keigo(Hawks) x reader?

You have free creative control to what would happen and stuff like that (I just think the idea would be interesting) but you don’t have to do it if your not comfortable.

(Also I love your work)

Thank you so much!! (I"M BACK BITCHES FR THIS TIME! Also this is my very late Kinktober contribution because college is kicking my ass rn)

He would wait until a day you knew he wouldn’t be home.

“Kei, I promise, it’s alright."

Your boyfriend whined into the receiver. “Yeah, but we had plans tonight."

“And sitting in front of the tv with a bowl of candy and some Jordan Peele movies tomorrow night will be just as lovely.” You reply. “Besides, you gotta protect us from all the toilet-papering teens terrorizing the city tonight.”

“Hardy-har. I’ll see you tomorrow morning. Love you.”

“I love you back.”

Preferably at a time when your other emotions were likely to overwhelm any idea of his plans.

Setting the phone down, you allowed your body to slouch into a sigh, one final act of disappointment that you didn’t want your boyfriend to see.

While one could argue that you were technically used to his fluctuating schedule, it still didn’t make it any less disheartening when he was called in last minute on holidays. Of course, you didn’t let him know that.

Then he'd play with you just a bit, letting your sense of anxiety spike just the slightest by leaving the overhead skylight ajar.

Had he really left it open?

“Dumbass,” you muttered with a grin, quickly standing up to grab a ladder.

A chill rattled through your spine as you climbed, fall wind blowing through your hair and poking goosebumps in your skin as you pulled the window closed, making sure to lock it before wandering into the kitchen for an after-dinner snack.

A bowl of cereal was always an easy solution, especially when it was accompanied by a spooky flick and a comfortable bar seat at the counter.

Your phone would ring at exactly midnight, a voice he knew you'd find familiar, yet still unable to place, would answer.

Unknown Number.

"Hello?"

"Hey there," the voice was masculine and deep, like the sound had been covered with a sheet of gravel before being released.

"I'm sorry, who is this?"

"Oh, come on, don't you recognize me?"

"Uh, no. I think you might have the wrong number."

"No, I don't." Silence followed for a few moments, just enough for a touch of unease to stir in your gut. "What's your favorite scary movie?"

"I'm sorry?"

"You gotta have a favorite. I know you like them."

"And how would you know that?"

"Because you're watching one right now."

He also knew how well you liked horror films, how easily you would recognize the reference and think of the surprise call as a prank. Then he'd make sure to get your heart beating once more.

"I also know your boyfriend left the window open on his way out. That's dangerous, dontcha think? Leaving a pretty thing like you all alone with the door locked?"

"What do you want?" Fear shook your vocal cords, the question coming out in a ridiculously less forceful manner than you would've liked.

"You."

Being the over-protective boyfriend he was, you had been taught how to react to a situation like this beforehand. That just meant he had to move quickly, sliding a hand over your mouth to smother a scream and prying the phone from your fingers before you could even think of calling for help.

"Calm down, sweetheart." The masked figure tossed the voice changer away, black fabric tickling the rim of your ear. "I've got ya."

Keigo was thoughtful. He'd give you a moment of realization, and another to stop struggling, before forcefully turning you around and lifting you on top of the counter, one hand encasing both of your wrists and the other toying with the end of your sleep-shorts.

Eyes widening in shook, you took in the white mask in front of you. Lifeless black eyes and a horrifyingly exaggerated mouth, one that left the expression into one of pure terror for eternity. The dark fabric surrounding it just exaggerated that pristine look, one of perfectly untouched cartilage.

Still, despite its velvety presence, you recognized the hands poking out from the robe. Bronze skin kissed by years in the sun, interrupted by the lines of scars that you had spent countless nights running your fingers over.

The hands were warm, just as they always were, as they slid over your thighs, forcing them open before sliding underneath the bottom hem of your pajamas.

He would watch you try not to moan as he brushed his thumb over your clit, caressing gentle circles over it before pushing a finger inside. The soft whimper he earned made his cock jump.

"That's right, gorgeous." The masked figure slid another digit in, undoubtedly smirking as he felt you clench around him.

"I wanna hear you scream."

#bnha #bnha imagines #hawks x reader #mha smut #mha #keigo takami #keigo takami x reader #kinktober 2023 #ghostface #hawks bnha #hawks smut #bnha hawks #mha x reader #bhna smut

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ratatouillewastakendammit · 7 months

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Ok ok, so imagine, your a spider person on a mission with Miguel, and you’re trying to glean some info from a big gang lord, like, let’s say someone like Kingpin, and just as you’re about to leave with a copy of the goober with the info on it, you hear someone coming (since you would have a spider sense and he doesn’t) and you shove him into the tiny utilities closet and follow after him. But because you shoved him so suddenly and the closet is so tiny and he’s so *Big*, you’re struggling to find a comfortable enough spot, so you keep wriggling and shifting trying to get comfortable and he’s hissing at you to stop moving, and you ignore him, obvs, bc “It’s not my fault you’re absolutely huge” and so you keep trying to find your spot when he suddenly places a hand on your hip, squeezing it tightly as he hisses through clenched teeth in a strained voice “Stop moving” and you’re about to turn to see what’s wrong when you feel the reason for why he wants you to stop moving against you🫣

~Love, Evie

I'm so sorry this took so long! This prompt is so *chef's kiss* Thank you, Evie!!

Your head perked up.

Nervous eyes traveled left, face following as you tried to glean any idea as to how screwed you would be and when.

Three, men probably, six meters down the hallway to the left.

I can work with that.

Taking a moment, you scanned the space around you, vision zeroing in on the first exit you could find. You grabbed your partner's wrist, ignoring his surprised curse as you shoved the door open before shoving Miguel inside and following after.

"What the hell?" he snarled, eyes narrowing when you actually had the gall wave off his question in a 'shut up' motion.

Voices slithered under the glowing crack, just enough for you to hear the essence of a conversation, something about a few co-workers going out for drinks later on. They grew closer and faded away just as quickly.

You nodded your head to the left, a voiceless gesture of 'told you so,' that only earned you a small huff of annoyance.

Despite Miguel's prominent dislike of your carefree persona, he always seemed to assign you as a team for jobs like this.

And, sure, while it could be irritating to believe he didn't trust in your abilities, you also weren't exactly fond of sneaking into Fisk Tower all by yourself, much less bypassing the amount of cyber security no person had a right having.

Besides, he definitely wasn't hard to look at.

But he definitely didn't need to know that.

He also didn't need to know how close the two of you were to getting caught with a big old manila folder containing important information concerning the biggest crime organization in New York.

It took a moment for your eyes to adjust to the darkness, but the fracture of light flooding over your feet seemed to be enough.

Some kind of utilities closet, filled to the brim with cleaning supplies that didn't leave too much room for anything else, especially two fully-grown spider-people.

Boxes stacked Jenga style threatened to fall over with one shove too far towards the right. The corner of one was poking your thigh, pointed tip leaving a harsh indent in the fabric of your suit.

Shuffling around, you tore off your mask in an attempt to draw in some fresh air, watching Miguel do the same. Dark waves curled around a perfectly-sculpted face, irked features fully on display.

The slant of his eyebrows drew downward as he watched you shimmy around, attempting to find some semblance of comfort in this tiny space. "Do you know how to stay still?"

"It's not my fault you're so huge," the tip of a broom was now pushing into your lower back. "What kind of milk did you drink growing up?"

"Ha."

"I'm serious! '6'9 isn't that tall,' my ass," With a groan you shoved away the stick, just for it to fall back down and smack against your temple.

The room felt unbearably hot with his body pressed up against yours. You shifted, trying to create space between you and failing terribly.

"Stop moving," Miguel hissed through clenched teeth.

A few more complaints about your innability to stay immobile were ignored.

At least, until you felt a firm hand grabbing your hip, squeezing the skin and forcing your gaze upward. A snide remark was about to fall from your lips, stolen only away by the pure shock you felt at the object prodding into your lower abdomen.

Your breath stopped.

"I, uh-"

"Don't." Miguel ran a hand through his hair in exasperation. "The last thing I want is a snarky ass comment from down there when this is your fault."

"My fault? How the fuck is this my fault?" You huffed, arms folding as your brain processed the rest of his comment. "Wait, what do you mean 'down there-'"

"Can't you just shut your mouth for a few minutes?"

His sharp tone had your eyes rolling in annoyance, mind buzzing with another unwarranted reply that came out much too quickly for you to give any thought.

"Make me."

The silence that followed was much too deafening for the small space.

Scarlet irises simmered in the darkness. They bored into yours in a way that had you silently yearning to press yourself further into the nonexistent space behind you.

His gaze traveled to your lips and your breath hitched, a shiver running down your spine as you imagined how they would feel pushed against yours.

"Let's get back."

The statement ripped you from your thoughts, eyes lowering in embarrassment while the man in front you began messing with the gadget on his wrist.

It was totally unprofessional to assume-

"Put the folder in the filing room and come straight back to my office." He glanced up from the watch to meet your gaze. "Do you understand?"

You blinked, heart beating against the walls of your chest in excitement. The bewildered expression earned a subtle smirk from his direction.

Miguel leaned down, free hand clasping the end of your chin and lifting your face in an uncharacteristic gentleness. "Got a problem with that?"

With a swallow, you shook your head. "Nope."

He pulled away and a collage of shaded colors filled the unlit room, the entryway to the Spiderverse beckoning you forward.

"Perfect."

#miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara #spiderman across the spiderverse #atsv #miguel x reader

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