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mamayan · 9 months
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YANDERE! FEITAN PORTER X DARLING!
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⚠️ This is a work of fiction with content I do not condone in reality. This is not meant to encourage or represent any type or sort of conduct. This is merely just fantasy ⚠️
MDNI•18+
Trigger warnings!
This work contains: Yandere content/intentions•NSFW•Kidnapping•Holding against will (darling)•Cursing•Mentions of abuse/torture•Stockholm Syndrome•General depravity•Obsessive tendencies•Sexual acts (consensual but darling is psychologically not sound of mind to be consenting, so somewhat dubcon)•Oral•fem darling•Somnophilia
You have been properly warned and notified of what this work contains. If anything above offends or triggers you, please do not continue reading. Don’t make me waste my time writing all this out only for someone to read and get offended when all the warning literally tell them what is in this. You reading this confirms you are 18+ years of age, meaning a consenting adult agreeing to proceed and consume this content, do not come after me or report me because you aren’t capable of managing yourself.
I appreciate support and love from anyone viewing and enjoying my content. Thank you♥️ I freakin’ love this 1999 anime artwork of Feitan!
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Time suddenly seemed to become irrelevant.
The days passed in a mundane blur, and at some point, everything seemed worthless.
He mentioned in passing that it was November now, though you’d stopped asking the date a few months after your imprisonment. You stopped talking nearly all together these last few months. You couldn’t be entirely sure the last you’d spoken more than a word or two in response to his questions. His own speech minimal, though occasionally you’d catch a glimpse of his chattier side. Even that still couldn’t be considered talkative, more of a normal amount of speech when in a conversation. You haven’t seen that in a while either, maybe it disappeared when you’d stopped your own blubbering and whining. You didn’t ask questions at all anymore. It was pointless and had little meaning.
He sat in his usual spot.
Perched in the corner of the room, eyes sharply trained on your form as always.
His eyes used to unnerve you, riddle you with anxiety and fear of what he was planning. What he might do. What he will do.
It mattered hardly at all at this point.
You’d senselessly begged once, for it all to stop and for him to just kill you already. That’s what he must’ve had planned in the end, for what else did he want with you? An object to admire?
It seemed mad in it’s own way, that thought. Your questions of something or anything personal went unanswered and occasionally punished with weeks of isolation. It was better not to pry.
Asking for mercy and a faster death only brought a wrath you didn’t know lay inside him down upon you.
It was the first time he became physical with you, touched you more than was the bare minimum of necessity. He was surprisingly warm. Except his touch at that time was anything but the usual gentleness you now realized he used with you. His unforgiving grip on your face as he dragged you to your knees, the absolute agony of having your jaw fractured. The pain was unbearable, and even now left phantom pains radiating down your body. He’d dragged you out the front door, for the first time in what seemed to be forever.
Outside was duller than your mind remembered.
You’d been thrown into a vehicle and taken somewhere new.
You’d never wished to take back words more than you did that day. He’d dragged you to some sort of… torture facility. Chained you in a corner and left you there for hours on end. Nervous and frightened, you waited and waited. When he did return, it wasn’t alone. Someone you’d never met was dragged in, strapped down to a table.
Feitan had never really demonstrated anything so frightening before. He’d been somewhat volatile and brash, but the sadistic side never revealed itself like it did that day.
A day turned into several, and for nearly a week you were made to watch his sessions as he called them. Where he’d laugh like a maniac as he turned living humans into creatures you pitied more than yourself. He’d wipe their blood on you, smile as you trembled and begged for it to stop.
When he finally heeded your pleas, he asked a question that left you numb.
“Still want to die?”
You didn’t want to die anymore, at least not by his hand. He knew no mercy. He had no grievance tearing someone apart and from the inside out. The events that followed spanned longer than you bothered to keep track of anymore. He brought you back to your “home” where you were kept locked away. You had a bed, blankets and pillows, clothes and food, clean water and hygiene products. You’d never appreciated a bed like you did that first night back before. The softness and warmth you felt made tears roll down your cheeks and you had thanked him for returning you. It was the first genuine gratitude you’d ever shown to him.
You glanced up from the TV running a show you barely processed to catch his gaze. Those grey orbs holding emotion you couldn’t name or had never seen. He was always so still, and his porcelain features gave him the feel of a doll. For a moment, you merely held his gaze, feeling oddly calm and panicked all at once. Why you felt panicked didn’t make sense, nor why you’d feel calm in the presence of what seemed to be the Grim Reaper himself. The only movement he made to acknowledge your attention was a slight quirk to his brow. His usually ignored but always open book in his hand closing. His face mostly covered left you little to go off to how he felt. You’d gotten somewhat good at interpreting even the tiniest hint of emotion from him, but currently with your own frazzled feelings, figuring out his wasn’t working.
Your legs were pulled to your chest, arms wrapped around them as you settled into a protected fleshy ball. The blanket on your shoulders helping ground you slightly.
Only a little.
“What?” His voice was raspy, his own lack of use evident.
It didn’t sound annoyed, though you could just be misinterpreting this entire interaction.
It felt odd to speak, your mouth slightly cottony and dry, but the urge in your chest felt strangely compelled to say his name.
“Fei” You’d judged his voice, but your own was just as bad.
His eyes widened slightly, though aside from somewhat visible surprise, you were in the dark on how he’d feel about a nickname. You’d given your captor a nickname long ago, though never voiced it aloud. Feitan… Fei felt less threatening.
Feitan is darkness and fear. Feitan tore your life away from you, terrorized you, imprisoned and controlled nearly every little aspect of your life down to your very diet. Feitan is the infamous torturer of the Phantom Troupe.
Fei… well, in your own mind, Fei had become a fictional sort of character. Fei was gentle, Fei listened when you spoke or rambled, and in your dreams Fei would touch you. You hadn’t felt much of any contact in so long, and the last time had left a physically and psychologically painful memory behind. In your dreams, Fei would hold you, touch and caress, Fei was quiet but powerful. You knew it wasn’t healthy, but nothing happening to you or around you was healthy. The mental sickness and insanity most certainly was tickling around your mind.
You’d tested boundaries early with Feitan.
Screaming, kicking, fighting, escape attempts, refusal to eat or comply… were all met with isolation and revoking of privileges. Asking for death was met with nightmares and aching pain that still bothered you when it was too cold.
You’d tried manipulation and coercion, neither you excelled in though. Feitan may be quiet, and occasionally his grammar is less than exemplary, but he is no fool. All attempts ended in… nothing. He did absolutely nothing. He was like a stone wall, impenetrable. Even now, you knew nothing of his intentions. Your only guess at this point, as out of place and ridiculous as it may sound, is companionship. He likely saw you as a pet of sorts, like one might “rescue” a cat off the street. The treatment you receive is rather similar too. In his eyes, maybe you were just like a cat to him. A weak kitty he plucked off the cold streets and gave a warm home. It used to be a thought which invoked fury, but now…
You wished he’d commit to all acts of a pet owner. This included giving affection. You craved it. Missed it. Needed it. Something. A weird and warbled voice in your mind said you’d even accept the negative attention if it meant he’d put his hands on you again. It’s a suicidal thought, but even as his gaze narrowed, you couldn’t stop your body.
He’s silent as always, as you uncurl from your position you’d taken as your usual way to cope. Holding yourself helped, but it’s be better if someone else did it. He didn’t make any indication your nickname offended him.
Shaking, you stood on weak legs and began a pursuit of something you’d never thought you’d even entertain. He was across the room, and while he was by no means a big man, his presence could be suffocating when up close. Gracelessly and with little tact in your actions, you approached until you could smell him. He always smelled like mint and something metallic. For once, the thought of the underlying scent being blood didn’t bother you. He smelled nice, and while his entire body language was closed off and reserved, he still hadn’t even twitched.
He just kept observing you.
Even as you sank down to your knees in front of where he sat.
Those sharp eyes followed you the entire way. When the realization of what you wanted to do came, you weren’t bombarded with the expected humiliation or shame. There wasn’t guilt or disgust like you used to feel when these feelings would arise.
Maybe it signaled you were too far gone to save anymore.
“Fei” his name left your lips again, and for the first time, his rapt attention felt good. It felt good to have him so focused on you. You watched as his head tilted slightly, his face hidden but you could somewhat fantasize about a soft smile playing on his lips behind the fabric of his collar. His favorite jacket always a staple in his clothing collection.
“What?” The way he asked proved he wasn’t revolted at your proximity. He didn’t seem to be asking what you were doing, but rather why you called his name.
“Touch me?” Though you’d phrased it like a question, it bordered precariously on being a demand. You probably looked ridiculous, kneeling at his feet and staring up at him like a sick puppy looking for even the smallest amount of attention. You should be avoiding him, trying to get away, doing anything but this. The only thing you felt though was fear of rejection. That he’d cackle like he does on the phone occasionally, with someone named Shalnark or Phinks, or like he did when he removed the hands of an artist and found humor in the irony. He didn’t answer immediately like he normally would with a direct question. This couldn’t possibly be considered a personal question that he enjoys avoiding, it has only to do with you.
“Please…” you sounded pathetic, even to yourself. The way your bottom lip pouted out and wobbled, the way your eyes watered a little as if you’d cry at any moment, the way you trembled. You didn’t want to grab onto his pant leg, still mindful that a kick from him could easily be your undoing. You’d have to wait till given permission. A pet is what he wants, right?
You could finally be hitting that special point of breaking.
This could be another delusion you’d conjured up and you’re moments away from a lot of pain or isolation again. It’s impossible to tell. No power rested in your hands, and that small realization had tears rolling down your cheeks as you looked at the man who’d reduced you to this mess.
Begging him for measly scraps of what should be your right. Humans needed the physical contact for their health, and while he was clearly the devil, you needed it. Needed him. Needed anything.
“Fei please… I’ll be good, whatever you want, please… I need- hck!” Your sobs were cut short as your body moved faster than your mind could process. You’d nearly bitten into your tongue as you choked for breath, unable to fully comprehend exactly what happened.
The leggings and sweater you wore weren’t warm at all to you. Even blankets seemed to have a chill that seeped through them. Right now though, warmth was creeping through your clothes as mint and copper flooded your senses. He’d pulled you into his lap. The realization was shocking, but the next thought was thrown away when thin strong arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you into his chest.
“Oh” words died on your lips as a sensation you couldn’t name overcame you. You’d never realized how stiff you were until your body began to relax. Fully relax. “Oh…” it came out breathy and nearly excited, as you foolishly wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your face in the crook of it.
This was insanity.
He was all muscle unsurprisingly, but it didn’t deter you from trying to mold yourself to him. Your much softer figure held in his arms so gently it made a new wave of tears threaten to spill for all new reasons. You straddled him, front flush against his own, as you struggled to accept that you were being held right now.
“This?” His voice so close to your ear had a strange tingling sensation move from your neck down your spine. The shiver didn’t go unnoticed, as his hold tightened and pressed you further against him. It wasn’t necessarily the most pleasant way to be held, but it was many times better than nothing. You nodded against him, mumbling out a soft good as you basked in a moment of joy you hadn’t experienced in what seemed like forever. It felt good to be held.
It felt even better when his hand moved and brushed through your hair. His touch light and careful, and you could imagine how he was noting every little detail of your reactions. The shivers and little sighs you released as he continued to just pet, touch, and hold you.
For once, you dreaded him stopping.
Even as your eyes grew heavy and body went limp in his arms, you dreaded when this would end. If you could just figure a way to keep him like this, you could envision your life being bearable.
“Fei” you didn’t make any effort to move.
“Hmm” his chest vibrated a little with his hum.
“Can I sleep with you?” It didn’t take a genius to realize your question caused him to tense. His muscles tightening up and panic seeping into your system as you worry this took it too far. You both slept separately unless absolutely necessary, something you used to be grateful for and now hated. It was always freezing when you slept, no matter how warm it actually was.
You might’ve ruined his grace, overstepped if anything, but you needed to stay close to him physically. It wasn’t a want anymore but a necessity.
“Yes” his word both shocked and elated you, and with a few more gentle pats in his arms, you were asleep.
Your cunt throbbed and ached, your lower belly pulled tight inside like a string about to snap. You tried closing your legs, whining as the hot wet sensation continued despite the light struggle you began to put up. It felt good, whatever dream you were having, even as the scent of mint and soap surrounded you.
Small whimpers and gasps became heavy panting as you felt raw heavy pleasure blossom in your core. Something prodded your entrance, wiggling bit by bit till you were penetrated and stretched on something long and hard. It moved and rubbed inside you. The warm pressure on your clit only pulling you further.
It was heaven, even as a slight burn inside had you back to whining and arching your back as your cunt stretched to allow something else inside. Fingers?
The thought was gone as the pleasure radiated throughout your whole body.
It wouldn’t be the first wet dream you’d had, but it was the most realistic. The hot breath on your sensitive clit and twitching insides felt real, and the pleasure was so crisp. Your hands curled into the sheets, struggling between sleep and the impending orgasm threatening to take you.
Your eyes popped open as you came, body twisting as a sharp moan punctuated the air.
You were awake and finally realizing this wasn’t a delusion or dream. Someone was lapping at your cunt, your thighs held open and pinned by two pale hands. The sensitivity and slight bewilderment of the situation had you struggling to form a coherent thought.
“Fei-Feitan…?” If there was one thing you knew with perfect certainty, it was that he’d never leave you alone long enough for someone to find you and do this. It couldn’t be anyone else. Though the fact he was doing this was even more incomprehensible. He seemed so disgusted by touch, so detached from human emotions, it really never occurred to you that he’d have normal human urges. He was still lapping at your cunt, even as your eyes locked with his own, even darker in the barely lit room you realized was his own. You were in his bed, with his head buried between your legs, and his eyes locked on you.
“Fei!” A weaker orgasm than the first was torn from you as you came again, sensitivity skyrocketing when he still continued to lick and suck on your clit. The room was spinning slightly, and your naked body began to cool a little as you sweat. He’d stripped you. He must’ve, but things weren’t really connecting in your mind as white hot pleasure was turning mildly painful.
“Too much!” You gasped and you had to force your hands to stay tangled in the sheet to not touch him. Your eyes watered and you made a pitiful sight with your darkening cheeks and open panting mouth. As your back arched to avoid his mouth, a sharp slap to your outer thigh had you yelping in pain.
His eyes narrowed, and it wasn’t hard to see he became annoyed with your squirming.
“Shut up.” His tone was low, no room for arguing or protest as you bit your lip to do as you were told. Trembling under him as he raised up to stare down at you between your spread legs. He looked gorgeous, something you hated to admit. His dark hair mildly tussled and pale skin a little flushed, his signature jacket gone. This wasn’t the first you’d seen his naked chest, but it was certainly a rare occasion. His pants were still on but unbuttoned. His lips were the most sinful aspect, still glossy from your release. It was agonizing to be silent.
You should cry and beg for him to stop.
Instead you found your legs spreading just a bit wider as you looked up at him like he was your personal deity.
Debauched.
His slow and condescending smirk only made your breathing harder, chest tightening with anticipation and lust. He snorted, hand moving to spread your cunt open as he spit on it. You were panting now, barely following his order to stay quiet. It was difficult when you wanted to beg, for more, for him, to be touched.
“This what you wanted? Whore.” His crude words didn’t make this any less arousing, especially as he unzipped his pants and pulled his cock free. He was larger than you’d have ever expected, though it hardly mattered as he lined himself up and began pushing into your unused hole. Despite the wetness and prep, it was slightly painful as he filled you. The heaviness inside coupled with the burn was delicious as your hips moved to take more of him, deeper. You couldn’t help the moan, the way your body shook and hands finally moved to touch him.
He was fast in securing both your wrists in one hand to pin above your head, his hips finally kissing the back of your thighs. You felt him twitch inside you, and it drove you wild.
“Please Fei, oh-!” His hand came down on your thigh again, before he pulled his hips back and slammed into you. Your head goes back as you arch into him and moan louder, as he begins a brutal pace that has your chest moving in rhythm with his thrusts. His tip kissing your cervix has you unwinding into a submissive mess of whining and pleas. You didn’t even know what you were begging for.
You either annoyed or aroused him further when he sneered and used his free hand to grip your jaw, thankfully not roughly as it ached nonetheless, forcing you to open wide before spitting into your mouth. He laughed when you clenched down harder, feeling the coil in your stomach tightening again as the pleasure increased.
“Pretty slut likes being my bitch.” He hardly seemed out of breath despite how hard you were panting. You felt a bit unfair at how unfazed he seemed, but similarly proud at how he gazed down at you. Like you made him pleased. His gaze wasn’t sharp, even bordering on warm despite how roughly he was fucking into you. All you could do was moan his name and beg.
Like a good little pet.
You could feel your orgasm coming again, and you’d meant to tell him, but his lips against yours shocked you silly. You didn’t even bother closing your mouth, Feitan easily slipping his tongue inside and kissing you so sensually it had you coming on his cock. You could only whine into his mouth as his speed picked up and you became overwhelmed.
He pulled away as a string of saliva connected you two for a moment before breaking. He licked his lips before focusing on where the two of you were joined. Watching his cock disappear in your sopping wet little cunt. It was filthy and erotic.
“Pathetic” his words were cruel but he looked beyond pleased as he looked at your fucked out expression. Unable to even form words as he continued to bully your poor pussy. It was laughable to him, how sweet you are now, how obedient and submissive you’ve finally become. All that fight and control gone, and in its place you lay now.
He’d never tell you out loud how perfect you are. How absolutely precious he finds your attempts to run away from all the pleasure he’s giving you.
His training has been worth while, making you everything he wants and more. Though he’d hated the power you held over him, having you now, moaning as he drills your cunt and begging for more, takes away the shame. You were his weren’t you? Then anything he wanted to do was fine, it wasn’t shameful to fuck his toy. Especially when she whined and arched her back up to take him in even deeper, when she cried and came again around him.
Feitan saw you as much more than a measly pet. Those were replaceable. No, you were just his, whatever he wants you to be, but still his. That’s why when he wraps his hand around your pretty neck and squeezes, he’s beyond thrilled at how you relax. You throw caution to the wind and give him everything. He’s not cutting off oxygen, but enough blood flow and air to keep you light headed and disoriented.
“Who do you belong to?” He knows you can hardly tell up from down right now. He knows how good he’s fucking you. Reducing you to this beautiful mess of feeling only. He’s still him though, and it brings him only pleasure to add in another few painful smacks to your bruising thighs. “Answer slut” he asks again, being thrown for a power trip as you choke out, “You!” to him.
His balls tightening signal he’s close, and the thought alone is enough to amuse him.
“Going to cum inside.” His words don’t register immediately to you, he can tell, but it seems all reality isn’t gone from you when your eyes widen.
“I-I- pregnant! I’ll get-“ he cuts you off with a chuckle, hand squeezing your throat enough to shut you up as he savors the sounds of wet squelching echoing in tune with his thrusts.
��My personal cock sleeve doesn’t get to talk.” The struggle you put up is worthless, but entertaining as he really does cum inside you, a soft grunt his only indication of release and overwhelming pleasure. Emptying himself inside and filling you with him. Marking you, painting you inside, signally you belong to him in every way now.
You lay exhausted and sore in his bed, cold as the various liquids dry on your skin and Feitan leaves.
Where he goes it doesn’t matter. You let yourself lay for a little longer before deciding it’s best not to anger him by staying in his space. You move to sit up, wincing as your intimate areas ache, but pushing forward nonetheless to get cleaned up and change his sheets and any mess left behind.
You hate the hollow ache in your chest the most. You look at your thighs to see his cum leaking out of you, and a sliver of dread echoes in your mind that you truly could become pregnant. The possibilities too much for you to handle right now, as you shakily slide off the bed to stand on wobbly legs. He could be back any moment, and it’s best you get to work early. You work on removing the sheets, just as the bedroom door opens to reveal a fresh Feitan, his signature jacket in place as he holds a glass of water.
“What are you doing?” His question is asked in a slightly lower tone that usual, and you quickly freeze in place.
“I-I’m cleaning up…?” You don’t mean to sound hesitant, but this situation is new and will require months of careful inquisition to avoid punishment under his hand. You knew better than to continue any task without his go ahead though.
You stand in silence as he observes you with a scrutinizing gaze.
“Come here” his order is curt, and while it terrifies you, you are quick to stumble over to him despite still being naked and filthy. You hate how badly you must look, barely able to walk while he is up and about his usual day as if nothing even happened. To him maybe nothing did happen, this being just the same as making a sandwich, and you wished the thought didn’t hurt. Maybe this would just be a new pain to live with, and the sooner you accepted that, the better your pathetic existence would be.
You stand just before him, fingers twisting around each other as you stay with your head bowed to stare at his feet while you concentrated on staying upright despite how difficult it felt for your hips and legs to support you.
“Not hard enough?” His words confused you, as you peaked up beneath your lashes to look at him curiously.
“I-I don’t understand…”
“Didn’t fuck you hard enough?” You froze in shock and slight fear, because what did that mean? He fucked you too hard in your personal opinion, and your poor slit agreed.
“Y-you did though…?” You were unsure of what was happening, his gaze not giving anything away.
“Get back on the bed. I didn’t say I was done with you.” Your eyes widened, taking a moment too long to register what he said before his foot took a step closer to you and you scrambled back onto the sheet-less bed in a panic. He paused, observing you again, before tilting his head.
“Next time I’m done with you, don’t move” he’s undoing his pants again, and moving towards you.
“I’ll fuck you good this time.” His words menacing and mean, and you’re left with little wiggle room as he closes in.
It’s his job after all to clean you up and piece you back together, and if you can fix yourself when he’s done, he clearly didn’t a good job the first round.
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cheesecakethots · 5 months
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Maybe your intuition was right about this job.
You were broke, only a few days away from having to live on the streets, streets where dangerous men lurked waiting for an opportunity to snap up young women like you.
You remember shivering at the thought, and so when you saw a job opportunity at some nearby hotel, you thought you were saved. It paid pretty well considering you were only coming in to be a cleaner, but you were quick to realise why.
Gangs and mafia had wormed their way into the very foundations of your city. You were hired to clean and keep your mouth shut if you saw anything. Up until now, you hadn’t seen anything, thank god.
Despite your guilty conscience, you continued working, making a habit of bringing in headphones just so you could block everything out.
You regret every decision you’ve made that has led up to this moment.
You’re practically plastered against the wall, eyes wide and body trembling. The headphones you usually wear are still blasting some pop song, but it’s practically white noise compared to the sounds of crying, screaming and groaning.
It’s a bloodbath. Quite literally too. You can feel pools of it soaking into your cheap shoes, which doesn’t help the sickness in your stomach.
The man, if you can even call him that, still hasn’t noticed you. You won’t be surprised if he turns around and reveals himself to be some bear-man mutant thing. He’s fucking massive, despite the fact that he’s currently sat down, boredly snapping bones. You’re extremely lucky he hadn’t heard your mop drop to the floor after you walked into the carnage.
Fucking move! Move! Move!
You don’t. You stand still like an idiot.
“Are you going to say anything, little lady?”
Now you just might throw up.
He turns his head to the side and watches you with one eye, a grin on his lips. He chuckles a little, before standing.
By fucking god he’s huge. Your knees become wobbly within an instant.
“Hm. I don’t think you should be here, girlie.”
“I-I work here,” you stammer out.
He raises an eyebrow, turning to face you a little more, the grin on his lips widening.
“Is that so?”
He stands to his feet, casually crushing the head of some poor man under his boot. Your eyes divert to the ceiling, struggling to find a spot that isn’t covered in splatters of blood.
“I gotta admit, you don’t look the type to be working here.”
There’s a spot. It’s grimy, and there’s a dull light that looks like it has dead bugs in it.
“I-I need the money, and it’s only- it’s only cleaning.”
Another wry laugh, “Cleaning, huh? Tell me, do you think you can clean all this?”
The light flickers a little. Someone should check that out, but not you, you’d be hopeless with it.
“Maybe for a raise,” you mumble.
He laughs again. That’s good right? He must think you’re funny. Or maybe he thinks the thought of splattering your intestines across the wall is funny.
The spot on the ceiling becomes all the harder to focus on when he’s right in front of you, tall enough to reach your line of sight despite the fact you’re basically looking straight up.
There’s a bit of blood in the toothy smirk he wears, a fact that makes your stomach sink even lower. “You not gonna run?”
You don’t even realise you’re crying until you hear your own pathetic sniffles, “Wha-What would be the p-point?”
He pouts mockingly, the amusement in his eyes clear as day, and you flinch harshly at the sight of his massive hand raising towards you, a sharp breath of air entering your lips and your headphones clattering to the floor.
The hand slowly pats your head, and the heaviness of it reminds you of the fact he could so easily crush your skull. You can feel the blood from him dripping into your hair.
“You’re cute, you know that? In a bit of a pathetic way.”
How lovely of him. You’re not really sure if you should say thanks.
You gulp, and it scratches at your dry throat painfully. “I-I won’t te-tell any-“
“Ya got a boyfriend? Maybe even a girlfriend?”
Only spluttered and clipped words leave you, and so you settle for shaking your head.
The hand on your head crawls down your face, akin to a spider, before eventually settling on cupping your cheek.
“Yeah, I figured. I mean, no offence. If I had a pretty thing like you I wouldn’t let you work in a place like this,” he motions to the hellhole behind him, before glancing back down at you with slightly narrowed eyes. “Hell, I doubt I would even let you out of the house. You’re too cute for your own good.”
God. Why didn’t you just tell your coworker to find someone else to cover? Why, why, why?
A rough thumb wipes under your eyes, creating a thin layer of blood, sweat and tears on your skin.
“Awe, no need to cry,” he coos, and you yelp when his other hand encircles around your waist, tugging you against him.
“I’ll take care of ya.”
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sk3tch404 · 4 days
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I've been reading a lot of Chrollo fics yall... Do not send help.
Character too dynamic, must initiate brainrot immediately 🤖
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novasdarling · 1 year
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Growing Pains
Yandere! Illumi x reader
TW: Kidnapping Hinted, Pregnancy, Zoldyck Child Training(Idk what to label it as), Sort of Forced Pregnancy and Dubcon, Female Reader.
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A cry woke you from your sleep again. It had to be the fifth time in the last few hours that she had woken up. Heading towards the crib near your bed, you checked to see why Sora was crying again. She couldn’t be hungry again, you swore you had just fed her not too long ago. You silently prayed she wasn’t teething yet, you weren't ready for that. Picking her up, you both sat on the bed. Trying to calm her down so you two could sleep again. Usually, she was in her own room with butlers that came to answer her calls at night, like with the other kids. But when Illumi was gone, it was nice to have another in the room with you at night. Even if she wouldn’t sleep.
Trying to hush her to bed seemed to be insignificant. A knock at the door proved that.
“Mrs Illumi.” You always hated how they referred to as that. Always linking you to Illumi. Master Illumi’s wife. Mrs Illumi. Mrs Zoldyck. Never just your name. “If you please, I can take her back to her nursery.” A butler had walked in. She was new but extremely sweet. You wondered how the hell she got here.
“No, I’m fine. Thank you though.”
The butler left, leaving you with a crying baby. She was the fussiest of all your kids. The others were better sleepers by miles. There was nothing you could really do right now, you had changed her, fed her, rocked her. Looking down at her, wondering what would make her cry like this. You needed to calm her, it would be embarrassing to have to call the butler back because you had failed. Failed to get your own child to rest. She was your child, you should be able to do this. Holding Sora closer, you hummed an old lullaby your own mother used to sing to you. It was more for you than her, a way to calm yourself down. If she sensed your tiredness and stress it would only make things worse.
The cries had finally stopped, looking down you saw Sora peacefully sleeping. It worked, the lullaby got her to sleep. Silently thanking your mother's need to sing all the time. You moved to lay Sora back into the bedside crib, but when you put her down, she woke. She just wouldn’t let you be. Taking her back into your arms, you laid her down on the bed near you. Making sure the bed was cleared on her side. Luckily Illumi had gotten the biggest bed possible. You kept your hand on Sora’s stomach. Humming and rubbing her, trying your best to get her back to sleep. Soon the cries stopped, her heavy eyes closed and so did yours. Both of you letting exhaustion win. Getting the much-needed sleep you both had been deprived all night.
The morning light shining through the window had lit up your room. The drawn back curtains had allowed the golden light to fall in and unfortunately hit your eyes. Waking you up. Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, looking to the side expecting to see Sora, instead being met with an empty bed. Shooting up you looking around. She wasn’t by your bed, not in her crib. Where was she?
“Sora, Sora? Oh, god where is she?” You were running around the room the room, scared she fell off the bed and crawled somewhere.
“Mrs Illumi. Please relax. Sora is in the nursery with her siblings.”
It was the same butler as last night, she must have heard you running around the room shouting and came in. Her words calmed you down. She or one of the others most of gotten her before you woke up. You let out a breath of relief. She was safe and fine. Thanking and dismissing her, you got ready. Wanting to go see the kids in the nursery.
All you wanted to do was play with the children today, but Illumi was set to arrive back home soon. He'd never allow you to put all your attention on them when he was there. Dressing in Illumi’s favourite dress, as he was supposed to come home after dinner and always liked you ready to greet him in an outfit he enjoyed. It was like this ever since he had taken you as his wife. He had strict rules for you and the children. It was better when you played the part of the perfect wife. After all these years, it had gotten easier. Especially after having Mary and Silva, the twins. You had them to focus on when he was gone, to distract you from him. Illumi even seemed to change. He had always been somewhat kind to you, after all he had taken you and made you his wife because he stated he loved you. But before the twins he was awkward, not knowing how to communicate with you. All he did before was keep the bed warm with you and spoil you in gifts. Even then, it was detached. It was clear he didn’t know what to do with you besides the occasional conversation, sitting in silence, and sex. At least now he was more aware what was needed in a relationship.
Once ready you headed to the nursery. The butler told you all of them there playing. It was nice that there were still moments they could be kids, even if they belonged to the Zoldyck family. Heading down the hall until you came to the room. The nursery was on the other side of the hall. Illumi stated it was best to keep them far from your two’s room. You argued which made him settle on allowing them to have their rooms on the same floor as yours.
Walking into the room you were met with a different view than what you expected. The kids were playing, but they weren't alone. It wasn’t the usual butler that was watching them, no it was Illumi.
“Hello dear. You look wonderful.”
“You’re home early. I thought you were homing after dinner.”
He explained that the target was easier than originally thought so he was able to come home earlier. Illumi was sitting on the couch, holding Sora while watching the other kids play. They all had some features of his. Whether it be his long hair, his height or his large eyes. At least those that did have his eyes didn't have the emptiness like his. According to Kikyo, their eyes were almost like yours. Held the same emotions as yours, but were his shape. Only Silva and Sora looked more like you. Though Silva had his grandfather’s white hair. Born with a full head of it, Kikyo demanded that he have a family name. You were so tired you would have agreed to anything to get everyone away from you and get some rest.
Illumi signalled you over. Putting Sora on the ground to be swarmed by her siblings. Then pulling you down to sit on his lap. A hand on your waist and one on your thigh. He began to talk about his target. How easy it was, the method and plan he used. You always hated how he talked about these things in Infront of the children. They were still so young, but then again, he always told you that soon they would be joining him. It was hard to look at the twins and think that even though they were only eight, they were already getting trained. Being prepared to be taken out on missions with their father. No matter how much you loved them, they would always be seen as possessions of the Zoldyck family. Belonging to Illumi, not you.
“Sweetie, don’t push your brother.” You went to get up, but Illumi held you down.
“Let them be. They can figure things out on their own.”
Illumi went back to ranting about whatever he pleased until he called the butlers in to take the children to training. You tried to ask him to let them stay longer, you had just woken up. Yet, once again Illumi’s word was final. Once the kids left, he led you out of the nursery and back towards the bedroom. Signalling for you to help him undress, he knew you rather have him change his clothes once he got home. It was foolish, but it made you feel like what he did wasn't real if he changed clothes.
“We should have another.”
What
“You-we, I thought we were only going to have the four?” You two already had the twins, Kilian and Sora.
“Yes, but you seem happy with the kids." He turned to look at you. Scanning your face. "Lay down on the bed.”
He was standing there shirtless while your hands were still helping him with his pants zipper. There was no arguing with him. You originally thought after the twins he’d stop but then Kilian came a few years after that and Sora after that. To you, the others weren't planned. At least not on your part. It was only after you found out you were pregnant with Sora that he revealed he wanted four. Illumi tended to do what he pleased with you. In a sense, you were lucky he even brought it up instead of just doing it.
You laid on the bed, watching as he finished undressing. You realized you were still dressed. Your attempts to get undressed were stopped by him. Illumi telling you to just remove your underwear. Doing as he said, sliding them down and off your legs while Illumi watched. His eyes refusing to look away as he crawled on the bed between your legs. He held position you in the middle of the bed. Keeping himself in the middle of your legs. Using his hands to hold them apart while he lowered his head. Moving towards your clit, sucking on it. He was good, too good. It was rather annoying, especially since he was so good at reading you. Listening and watching you to see what worked best, what drove you crazy and right now. He was succeeding. The way his lips attached around your clit, the way he used his tongue. It made you a moaning mess, struggling to get away from him. Only to have his hand come up and hold your hip down. It was mind-numbing in an amazing way. The way his tongue was swirling around your clit was bringing you closer and closer to the edge. It wasn’t fair how he did this to get his way. Make you a puddle so he could do what he pleased. It wasn’t fair, but then again it was better than when you first got here. He just would position you and did what he pleased. Barely even warming you up.
“Good. Almost there.”
You were more than almost there. You were at the edge ready to fall off. Just a few more swirls and you were screaming his name. Gripping his hair, unsure if you wanted to pull him away or bring him closer. It was intense. You were still catching your breath as Illumi wiped off his face and lined himself up. You could barely look straight, too much in a daze. Not focusing on him moving and lining himself up, until you felt his tip at your entrance.
“I-Illumi, I don’t k-know.”
“Shh. I’m not done.”
He wasn’t a man of words unless he wanted to be condescending or rude. Then he seemed to be very skilled with them. It was best to lay back and let him enjoy himself now. If you were good for him, he’d make sure you enjoy it too. But the idea that he wanted another kid was blocking that idea. Were you ever going to get a break from having kids? Sora wasn’t even a year old, this was sooner after than the others.
“Illumi, please, S-Sora's too young.”
“I want a few more and now.” Illumi dipped his head to your ear. Littering a few kisses by your temple and the shell of your ear. While he pushed in. “You always look good-mmmm so tight-when you have my baby.”
His pace was slow while he pushed into you and let you get used to him. The stretch had gotten better over time, it was less intense than the first few times you two were together. Then again, Illumi also learned to focus on getting you warmed up first.
His thrusts were speeding up. His gentleness only lasted so long, he liked to get you off first so he could focus on him. He was selfish in nature, but better than before. His face was buried in the crook of your neck as his hips slammed against yours.
“Good. So good.”
Illumi was in the heat of the moment. Losing himself in your cunt. Fucking into you roughly. The way he was aiming his hips. Trying to get as deep in as possible. Wanting to also hit your sweet spot. It felt good, rough, but good. If he just slowed down a bit he would last longer and make you cum around him.
“Illumi! Illumi! Please, s-slow down. Please.”
“No. I’m almost done.” He was attempting to keep his composer. It was faint, but there was some strain in his voice. “I’m going to put another baby in you.”
He leaned back for a moment, pushing your legs up against your chest into a mating press. Allowing himself to get deeper. He was getting close to becoming too much. You wanted to push him away, but he wouldn’t budge. He was much stronger than you and once he was in the moment, there was very little you could do to push him away.
His grunts were loud and clear in your ear. Letting you know how much enjoyed being with you. He was hitting your sweet spot, ramming into it over and over. He was close, his thrusts were getting sloppy. You were getting close too. It wasn’t fair that he was making you feel so good when this wasn't really for you. He wanted another kid. You knew if he could, he’d probably keep you pregnant all the time.
“You looked good this morning. Laying in bed with Sora. Such a good mom” So that was it. Illumi was getting messy now, something that rarely happened. “I want more.”
The buildup was becoming too much. You clamped down on him, causing him to cum when you did. He held you tighter as he stilled. Filling you as much as he could and as deep as possible. While you were clawing at his back. Illumi was grinding into you, riding out his high. You were trying to catch your breath under him. Both of you lay there coming down from your highs. He came down faster than you, moving off of you to lay beside you. Watching your chest rise and fall trying to catch your breath.
“I hope for another boy like Silva. He’s getting further than I was at his age. Kilian seems to be too sensitive like you.”
Illumi was right, Kilian tended to come back from training in tears. It melted your poor heart. You never wanted this for them. If only all of them were more like Illumi. Mary tended to be a good spy, always telling her dad what you had been up to while he was away. He trained her well. You couldn’t help the way your eyes teared thinking of what your kids had become. They once were innocent little babies like Sora, but even she was receiving some training now and when she got older. She would become like the others.
“They’re kids Illumi...”
“Yes, my kids. They are part of the Zoldyck family and so will the others we have.” He moved closer, sitting up slightly and looking down at you. “I thought we were over this.”
“You're right, I'm sorry."
You remembered how you would cry and beg him to leave the twins alone when they started their training. Sometimes he'd lock you away as punishment so you wouldn't be able to see them for weeks. Spending that time alone crying over them. It was better to let him take them if it meant you could patch up their wounds after and be with them. It was cruel either way.
"Why do you want more now though? Sora is still so young.”
“I saw you with Sora this morning. You were so peaceful with her, you always looked that peaceful when pregnant. You always looked good.”
You smiled at his words. He was always the horniest when you were pregnant or when you two were trying. There was no arguing with him. You thanked him and laid a kiss on his lips. Illumi had come far from all those years ago. He was still cold and calculated, but at least now. Now he had his moments when he was alone with you and occasionally with the kids.
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tht0nesimp · 7 months
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thinking about different hxh YANDERES who come across their darling while they are moving, It probably reinforces a lot of their ideas that darling is weak…so I wrote about it
ILLUMI, HISOKA, CHROLLO, KILLUA, GON
tw: Infantilization, Self indulgent, not edited, mentions of kidnapping
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It’s also a bit of a ego boost
He sees you struggle to carry a 150 pound bed frame down the stairs and it nearly melts his heart that someone so weak managed to last longer than 10 years on this planet
He will, of course, like any good husband would, start making a training plan for when he takes you in
He would never offer to help, but he may stick a needle in your neighbor, He couldn’t bare to see you struggle so hard or possibly even get hurt
He knows your weak, but don’t worry, He’ll mold you into a much stronger person! Even if he has to break you first…
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He frowns a bit, this was overly pathetic
It doesn’t bore him to see you so sore and struggling normally…But this was just sad
Why didn’t you just hire a moving company? Why must you make yourself suffer so much?
He won’t offer help, but energy drinks might appear randomly in your fridge for a bit Maybe with his own special ingredient
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Hm, this was an opportunity
He doesn’t necessarily consider his darling weak before this, atleast not by normal standards, but he figures your actually below average
He overestimates how easy this is for a normal person by quite a bit and is not self aware about that fact for once
When he inevitably brings you home, He will more than likely be a bit more gentle and probably won’t let you do a lot more than he might have without seeing that
Congrats! You’ve dug yourself an even deeper hole, full of child safety locks and baby proofing…
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He giggles
Its not like he’s a sadist or anything! or so he says But it’s just a little funny to see…
He will offer to help and because he doesn’t look all strong with his T-shirt and shorts on..He’s a bit surprising, to say the least
Not only does he lift like a champ, he has no problem maneuvering through doorways or disassembling things
He gets what would have been 3 hours of work from you, into 30 minutes of him softly humming as he carries furniture easily weighing 100+ pounds down the stairs like it’s nothing
He might bring it up jokingly when you’ve settled in after he takes you, but he probably won’t hold it against you
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Gon is by far the most understanding!
He offers to help, You may be a bit surprised but Gon still isn’t Superman
He might struggle a tiny bit if math is involved in disassembling things but he works quick and well
The look of appreciation on your face makes it all worth it
There remains hope you’ll keep the same affection for him after he takes you away from your life…
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“I-I hope the next time you go away you’ll stay gone forever!”
Forcing your lower jaw not to drop any further, you called your son’s name. The sentiment was said with such malice too. It amazed you it even came from his mouth in the first place. Kimmy was such a kind and thoughtful little boy. You knew he missed his father but this couldn’t be a normal response. 
“That’s not very nice.”
Of course, Chrollo did what he does best. Antagonizing those weaker than him. Which is the worst kind of response to give to an upset kid. Kimmy puffed his cheeks and angrily used his fork to prick at the vegetables on his plate. He mumbled something with his cheeks filled but you caught it and you’re certain Chrollo did too.
“You don’t deserve anyone being nice.”
“Kimmy. Upstairs now.”
He almost looked shocked when you told him off but he obeyed, quickly shoving what he could in his mouth before putting his plate in the sink. When he looked over his shoulder at you his bottom lip quivered; you held firm even though it hurt.+ He dropped his head turning to the stairs, he made sure to glare at his father as he made his way up. Who in turn had a ghost of a smile on his face as he watched his child stomp up the steps.
When you heard the eventual slam, a muffled apology, and the softer reclosing of the door you let yourself breathe again. Holding your head in your hands you prepared yourself for the talk you needed to have. All too soon the clinking of a fork against ceramic was heard once again. Slowly taking your hands from your face you glared at the thief, who was continuing to eat. Letting out a groan you were once again reminded of why you considered Chrollo Lucilfer a deadbeat. Somehow you sympathized with your son.
“See? You set yourself up for this.”
“It’s a phase. A normal response for a kid his age.”
“A normal response? For the boy who used to celebrate you’re visiting more than his birthday? I don’t think so. ”
You stood up taking your unfinished plate with you as you went to the kitchen. Looking over at the food still on the plate in the sink. 
“What’s normal is for a teenager to express their anger this way, not a six-year-old.” 
You leaned on the counter waiting for him to turn and defend himself. Chrollo didn’t look up from his plate so you continued.
“Don’t you remember how excited he used to be to see you?”
“Of course, I remember.” He cleared his plate. “But I also remember reading that psychiatrist’s diagnosis. It was bound to happen.”
“Later.”
He silently stood up with the plate joining you in the kitchen, moving to wash the dishes in the sink. You glared at him to which he smiled, making you roll your eyes. Taking your plate with you, you headed up the stairs.
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“I saw that you ate all your veggies. I’m really proud of you bud.”
You spoke through the door, sitting with your back to it as you played with the food on your plate. Hearing nothing from the other side, you went on. 
“But you didn’t eat your cornbread.”
“‘M not hungry.”
Smiling to yourself. You leaned your head against the wooden door. 
“You sure? Then you’re too full to help me finish?”
You caught yourself as the door opened up, closing the door behind you. You joined Kimmy sitting on the floor leaning against the wall. Playfully bumping into him you handed over the muffin-shaped bread over to him while you busied yourself with the rest of your food. 
You two sat in silence each eating on your own. Finishing first, you quietly set your plate on the ground, turning to the boy beside you who was woefully looking at his unfinished bread. Letting your head lean onto his you waited for him to playfully push back letting a small smile come on his face. 
“What was that about bud?”
He hesitated twirling the bread around in his hands. 
“It’s just hard…for me.”
You scooped him into your lap hugging him tight as you kissed the top of his head. Tenderly wiggling your fingers in his black locks and squeezing him tight. He returned the hug holding onto your arms. 
“I know it is bud. But I’m here and I always will be.”
*Smek.*
*Smek.* *Smek.* *Smek.* *Smek.*
“Okay okay! I’m sorry for doing…that at dinner.”
“Thank you, mister. Now finish your cornbread, we have to get you ready for bed. You have school in the morning.”
“Okay!”
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The hollering and nonsensical cacophony of a children’s playground wasn’t music to many. But it was to Kimmy. For him it meant more than just time to play with the other kids, it was the perfect cover for information exchanges. 
“Hey, Kim-Kim do you want to play Cops n’ Robbers with us?”
“Sorry guys I have to go to the bathroom.”
“Oh…uh…right we’ll see you after recess.”
Kimmy couldn't help but smile as he dismissed himself back into the school building from the playground. Shaking his head, he had to come up with a better excuse. In all the comics he’s read the extras get suspicious after using the same excuse after a while. He’ll have to come up with something soon. 
“Oya Kimmy-chan you slipped away again. So naughty~”
Kimmy feigned guilt as he put his hands up.
“Uh oh, Mr. Morrow you caught me!”
Like clockwork, they both returned to the classroom where they’d have their secret meeting.
“So I heard he came back yesterday.” 
“Yeah, he even tried to win me back with the gifts just like you told me!”
Hisoka leaned his head on the back of his folded hands as he watched the little boy pace. His eyes resembled crescent moons as he smiled.
“Is that so?”
“Yeah, and he was being really kissy with Mom! But I stopped it…or at least I tried to.”
His smile wavered.
“Tried to?”
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure when I went to bed they did more kissing! It was like no one was mad in the morning. She even hugged him before we left.”
“Hmmm.”
“I don’t know what to do. How can I get him to stay away if they still like each other so much?”
Hisoka held his chin as he pretended to think hard before lifting his finger at a grand idea. Kimmy listened expectantly.
“I have an idea. How about I become your Papa?”
Kimmy’s nose scrunched and his eyebrow raised. 
“Think about it he comes back because he’s your Papa if he weren’t you’re Papa anymore he would need to be with (Y/n).”
“T-that’s a great idea!”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah! I just have to convince Mom to marry you instead. It should work! They don’t even wear the ring anymore so maybe…”
The school bell rang. And it wasn’t long before the other children came pouring in. With a final look of confidence, Kimmy made his way back to his seat. Giddy with excitement, he was going to save his mom. Chase away the thieving monster that always came crawling back. 
“Alright class, does anyone know the traits of Bungee Gum?”
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“Hisoka we need to talk.” 
The chirping of birds and the distant sound of children’s laughter took away from your serious visage. Nonetheless, you kept your arms crossed and you’re tone leveled. In turn, your guest remained reclined against the park bench. 
“Oh? You didn’t come to simply spend time with me?”
“Haha very funny. Let’s go.” You silently ushered the teacher to the parking lot. Where your car awaits. Wasting no time at all he slid into your passenger seat and you into the driver’s. Turning out from the lot you made you’re way to a familiar cafe, one you both were expected guests of.
“Kimmy is at karate so we have time.” As if he didn’t already know.+
“Ah, I see. I take it you’re treating me then?”
You groaned but relented as you both walked into the building. Ordering your respective favorites you sat in your favorite booth, tucked away from the main floor. Allowing you to have some semblance of privacy.
“Look you know I appreciate you nurturing Kimmy, he doesn’t have many men in his life and it helps him a lot.”
“Well, I’m glad. I can be of help.” You didn’t bother to comment on the fakeness of that comment.
“Which is the only reason why I thought I should bring this up.” You took a pensive sip of your drink before starting,” So recently he’s been talking about me getting married again.”
“Oh?” “And to you of all people.”
“Oh really?”
His smile and eyes brought no comfort, nor did it convince you that this was some random revelation. But you had no evidence and it very well could be a new aspiration of your suddenly rowdy son. 
“Look, I just need you to tell him how that wouldn’t be a good idea.” 
“Why should I do that?” 
The gleeful smile was held up by his folded fingers. He tilted his head to the side maintaining his faux curiousity. Taking a nervous sip of your drink, you prepared for the lacking logic of a rebuttal he’d no doubt spearhead.
“Because it isn’t right. He doesn’t understand relationships well enough to have any say.”
“Then why be bothered at all?”
You groaned,” Because it’s unbecoming of a kid to claim your his father for no other reason than petty revenge.”
“Revenge? Again, who?” 
You clicked your tongue in annoyance as you focused on the wooden grooves of the cafe’s table. You weren’t planning on informing him of the state of your home, knowing Hisoka he’d be the first to pounce on the mess that had sprouted suddenly. To play with the shambles of the family you were in. You didn’t need that.
“None of your business.” You paused when his eyes stopped smiling. “Look, just tell him you’ve got a girlfriend or something…there’s Illumi isn’t there?”
He hid a snicker behind his hand before taking a long drag of his fruity drink. Putting a wistful hand on his cheek he watches you’re fluster at his silence. The lighting does no favors for anyone but under the warm lighting, you still glowed. 
To so kindly ask him was the equivalent of reasoning with a hunting lion. He’d already decided he’d enjoy inserting himself into your little home. As small and as unconventional as it was you all were thriving. But Hisoka wouldn’t call a spider’s infestation the trait of a blooming household and he’d enjoy wiping out the infestation.
“Ah, that is true.” 
The perimeter was set. A line of traps waiting for the floating arachnid who failed to see the skeleton of a gorgeous life. Too focused on weaving their webs in the next treasure trove; he’d lose them both before he even realized. 
“Hey, after this you want to go to the aquarium with me and Kimmy?”
“I’d love to~! But wouldn’t it be right to ask my girlfriend if that’s alright?”
“Please, he’d sooner smile than actually attend.”
“Want to bet?” 
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The sound of glass cracking broke the hacker’s attention, only for a minute though. Looking in the reflection of his bright screen he watched his leader and friend destroy the newest model of phone.
“Another one? Leader?” 
It didn’t bother him. The troupe he was a part of had collected over ten shipments of them seven of which we’re going to a client. He only hoped to ease the fury that would no doubt be dictating their actions for the next month. 
Chrollo didn’t respond. 
A foreboding sign. 
So Shalnark had to guess. Was the next heist leaked? The loss of a client? Or was it–?
“(Y/n) and Kimmy.”
The names were familiar but heavy on his tongue. Not because he was scared of them but for whatever reason lies stung the most when reporting to you two. Was it their embodiment of homeliness? Or the sweet warmth that spread just being around you two? 
“My eyes were sniped.”
Chrollo wasn’t actually saying his eyes were gone. It was his contact. Employed solely for the purpose of watching the wife and children of one of the most notorious thieving leaders. They were gone. 
“Any suspects?”
He was already accessing the satellite CCTV of the town and home of his leader’s spouse. Only to find a formidable firewall identical to that of government intelligence. A convincing copy but the attempt to shut him out wouldn’t be met without a persistent onslaught from this day forward.
“Whoever they are, they work quickly.”
Speaking to the leader who was staring intensely at the pop-up from over his shoulder. The lack of response only promised that Chrollo’s fury would not cease anytime soon. 
“Guess we’ll be going back home soon.”
“Yup!”
Shalnark was prepared for the coming bloodshed.  
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lolita-lollipop · 4 months
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UVOGIN X READER
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warnings: yandere(stalking implied), reader is not okay, bad upbringing, kidnapping.
Kinda long but it’s okay
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Ever since you were nothing but a child, the world had chosen to bring you misfortune. A dead mother, a father who is would love you if alcohol didn’t exist, a lack of friends, or family, or anybody who cared.
Your life was an endless cycle of misery and misfortune. You were cursed with the worst luck possible.
As a girl you were bullied, living in a small town the knowledge that your mother was killed brutally spread fast, and the kids at school would take anything to fuck somebody up. It only got worse when your dad did nothing to stop it. So you grew up an outsider, somebody completely alienated from the rest of the people your age.
The worst part about it, was that there was nothing you could do to fix it. You were strong enough to fight them back and win, nor were you smart enough to get them caught by the schools or their parents. So you had to live with it.
Your unlucky tendencies carried with you all the way into adulthood. You had somehow managed to get into a good college, miles and miles away from your small hometown, where your past couldn’t follow you. But by that time you had no clue how to socialize like a normal person, so you only made a few friends in your first year. Even so, your life was going better than it ever had, you had more friends than you’d ever accomplished to make in your childhood, your roommate cared for you, being much older and much wiser. And you were happy.
Then, you got a call. From the exact person you had been avoiding since you stepped foot out of that awful town. That awful place.
“Y/n… I’m sick” your father sounded older, his voice was scratchy and weak now. Probably from the endless amount of cigarettes he smoked, you knew that your dad would never call you unless he actually needed you. He hadn’t even tried to contact you since you left, barely caring enough to send you a happy birthday text. You were a last resort to him, that much you knew for certain.
“And.”
“I need you to come back. To come home. My legs, my legs don’t work anymore. Please baby…I miss you.” You could hear the lies dripping from every word he spoke, that’s the sweet tone you had only ever heard from your father when he wanted something. Usually it was something as minuscule as money or whiskey or weed. Like usual, he knew you didn’t know how to say no to him when he dangled that ghost of affection in your face. And like usual, you chased after it like an idiot.
That’s what you were, an idiot. You knew ut, your father knew it. Who would go back to a life of misery, back to a town filled with only sad memories, of pain. Who would be stupid enough to fall for the manipulation of an old man who barely raised you? You would.
So, you packed your stuff up from your dorm, opting for the online classes your college offered. And prepared for the long drive home in an old car you bought for half the already low price.
And here you were. Standing in your local grocery store , in your pajamas, trying to decide if you had enough money for snacks for the drive home. Bags under your eyes from sleepless nights, a heavy weight pulling down on your shoulders as you accepted your fate, doomed to a small town full of bullies and lying snakes.
The melancholy of your situation weighed down on you, showing on your face, the frown lines deepening as you sucked yourself deeper into a depressive black hole. Blankly staring at the small bags of corn chips and popcorn, you let your shoulders sag. Exhaustion reading on your posture. You didn’t know how long you were standing there, nor did you care. Not until a string band tapped your shoulder a few times, sending your head to snap up, and your eyes to snap out of it.
“You alright there doll? Ya look a little bit… dead” a gruff voice spoke, it was scratchy and rough. Not in the way your fathers was (withered with age and years of vices), but natural. Husky. Pulling yourself up from your spacing out, you straightened your back, screaming your neck up to see him. The man was fucking giant, taller than anybody you had ever seen before, with tattoos speckling his neck and arms. You stood there for a few moments, staring in awe at the man whom you hadn’t realized was actually pretty terrifying in person. Maybe you were just tired, or stressed, or scared, but the way he stared made you want sink into your own skin and disappear. It was unsettling, how his stare weighed down on your shoulders and pulled you back away from him.
“Uhh- Yeah man. I’m good.” You spoke in your quiet voice, pulling your shoulder as far away from his hand as you could. You sent him a tight lipped smile, and returns to your decision between what bagged snack you would pick. You tried to ignore him, who stayed put in his spot next to you despite your obvious dismissal to his advance on a conversation.
You spotted him in your peripheral vision, staring at you. That heavy feeling never left you, and the longer the giant man stayed there, the heavier and heavier it weighed down.
“The popcorn is gross here. It comes stale even in a sealed bag. I wouldn’t get it if ya don’t wanna feel sick tommorow” he spoke again, leaning down to be at your eye level. You glanced back at him, remaining indifferent despite your ever-quickening heartbeat. His eyes were still focused on yours, while your pen glanced over his physical appearance.
It wasn’t just his height that made yoh hneasy, he was wide in a muscular way, with a beard that put the men of your hometown to shame. There were slight twinges of Greg throughout his long hair, and while he was well kept and smelled nice, he had messy, almost unhinged undertone. And yoh had managed to gather all of that without even talking to him much. You gave another right smile, before throwing the chips back and placing the popcorn in your basket (doing it almost to spite the man) among the advil and energy drinks. You almost missed the way his eyes scanned over your cart. Almost.
“Thanks” with that, you were off, trudging your way to the front of the store with your basket in tow, you heard a pair of heavy footsteps behind you, and the cashier glanced up for a couple seconds. A recognizable look of fear flashed on her face for no longer than a moment, before the bells of the front doors let out a cheery jingle. And the man was gone.
The repetitive beep of the checkout machine rang through the storefront, as the woman made no move to strike up a conversation with you, her eyebags sinking almost worse than your own. You had almost worked here at some point, when you first arrived to the big city. You were glad you didn’t now, as you didn’t want to be subjected to whatever this pooor woman clearly had been through.
She just kept beeping through your groceries, bagging them up, and setting them off to the side for you to grab. When she was finally finished she placed the pricing machine down and stared at yoj like she was waiting for something, you pulled your card out of your pocket and gave it to her, but she immediately handed it right back. You sighed, partially in confusion and partially of exhaustion. Of all times, now was not the moments for somebody to mess with you, at two AM at a stupid grocery store. You stared right back as she held the card out to you, waiting for you to grab it.
“He paid for your shit. Just take it”
Huh
Strange.
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That night you went home with a weird feeling in your stomach, you know when something feels like it’s gonna go wrong? Yeah. That. You chose to blame it on your father, knowing that you would not be met with a joyful arrival home.
The feeling stuck with you all along the drive to your little stupid house in the middle of nowhere, the popcorn you had bought did actually end up being gross, but it didn’t change the satisfaction you got from denying that man of you following his advice. Your radio was cutting in and out, your car was on the verge of breaking down, and your ac didn’t work anymore, leaving you sweaty and sticky in your car.
You weren’t wrong in assuming that it wouldn’t be a happy “welcome home”, it would’ve been nice yeah, but it wasn’t a surprise when you pulled up to your house and there was no short outside. The dead grass of your front yard, and withering plants of what once was your guarden spoke for itself how your father had been taking care of the property. Leafy vines had started to overtake the front wall of your home, the place looked abandoned. Sad.
After a few deep breaths of preparation for whatever fight that was about to come, you hopped out of your truck and began the short truck to your front door. The small glass frame above it was smashed with many small cracks across the surface.
It was sad really. The house once looked somewhat presentable, none of the houses in the area looked to be well kept or highly perfected in the visual category, they never looked that way, but at least you could tell it was a home for someone whether it be the old lady next door with kids who don't care about her and more debt she could handle, or the couple across the street you used to hear screaming at each other through the night. Somebody really lived in those homes, your house looked like an empty shell.
The pavement leading up to the front door was cracked and probably permanently stained with dirt or paint or blood or alcohol, the little garden you used to try to keep alive while you were little was shriveled and blackened by the sun, no lights were on in the house, and it was dead silent. You hated this place, you hated that you were back here, you hated that you still cared for this empty pit of shame and misery of a home. Cared for a man that had hurt you so very many times.
Approaching the door, you didn't even care to knock or ring the bell, the electricity in your house had long been cut off so it wouldnt matter, and if your father was expecting you he wouldnt mind if you just walked in. It was your house, anyway. Placing your hand on the doorknob, you let a deep breath calm down your running heart and pushed it open.
Unsurprisingly, the house was dead silent, a creak resonating through the open space as the noise bounced wall to wall. You could hear your heartbeat as you walked over the rest of the broken glass from the window, leaving quiet crunches under your feet. Just breathing the air in your home sent awful memories of childhood to race across your brain, it smelled like your dad, like alcohol and cigarettes and unhappiness and anger. It even looked miserable in here, almost just as bad, if not worse, than outside.
Flicking on your phone flashlight, little flecks of broken glass reflected the light, they were scattered across the entire house, maybe from the broken front window, maybe from other windows in the house. Your dad was never one for cleaning, knowing him he must've gotten upset and broken a couple. With no one else to clean it, he probably left it there. That's how he is, how he's always been. Why did you love him? How stupid were you?
“Dad?” you called, but it echoed through the home. You now realize just how empty it truly was, no more furniture was scattered here or there or anywhere, it was just empty and sad. Fitting. Really fucking fitting.
“Dad? You called me?” You called once more, still only getting the creaks of the old house in return. You took another deep breath, the smell was starting to get to you, this was supposed to be easier for you now, you were an independent woman now, and the smell of your childhood home shouldn't have you spiraling like it did. You shouldn't have come here.
“I drove all the way out here for you. If you weren't gonna show you could've just called me. Go to hell, asshole.” still awaiting an answer. You knew he wasn't here, and you certainly knew it was stupid to talk to an empty house, but you wasted gas and good money for this. Wasted money on a man who didn't even care enough to show his face. Wasted money to go back to a life you've been clawing to escape from.
You didn't even realize you were crying until you felt the tears start to roll down your cheeks.
It hurt to be here, genuinely, the floors felt like they were trying to soak you up and suffocate you, the walls felt like they were closing in, and the ceilings felt like they were slowly crushing you. What were you supposed to do? You spent so long running away from this place, how could you let yourself be dragged back here, especially for no reason?
Your eyes fell to your feet, sucking in air as best as you could, you tried your hardest to keep your soft cries from turning into sobs. There wasn't anybody to hide your tears from, but it felt wrong, you shouldn't let yourself be this upset. You know.
Your cries halted when you spotted a dark patch of carpet in between the space where your feet were planted, not tears or water or even alcohol, it was bright red. Blood, and not the kind that's gone brown because it's been sitting for so long. This was new, recent blood. The dead silence of the house now had you frozen in spot. Could somebody have broken in? Your eyes followed a now obvious trail of spots leading toward your mom's old bedroom.
They slept in different rooms before she died, whether it was because they hated or other or were scared of each other (or both) he never went in there. Never.
You should leave. Shouldn't you? You should leave, he's not your problem anymore, he abandoned you when you were little, and kicked you to the curb. He deserved whatever was coming to him, he had it coming. You should leave, you should leave, you should leave, you should leave.
But you can't.
Even though you were actively willing to run out the front door, you just couldn't find it in you to leave. Pathetic. You knew, but this is how it was, this is how it was always meant to be. He calls and you answer, no matter how fucked up it was.
So, instead of making a haste bolt for the door or any of the broken windows, you slowly crept closer and closer to the bedroom where you said goodbye to your mother, your breath was shallow and unmanageable, almost worse than your uncontrollable heartbeat, whatever was behind the door was surely not pretty.
It took you a few moments to work up the courage to even touch the doorknob, hand quivering along the way there. You waited, the last time you were in this room was over 10 years ago, you couldn't even remember what it looked like, what your mother looked like. You were being stupid weren't you, it was just a room, probably empty by now, furniture either stolen or sold like the rest of the house. inhaling, you twisted, and pushed the door open.
To reveal… absolutely nothing. Just an empty room with the same exact smell as the rest of the house, a puddle of blood sat in the middle of the room, but nobody, no person or animal or thing that could bleed. Just an empty, meaningless room. Just like the rest of the house. You let out a sigh of relief at the uneventfulness of the failed search, that wasn't so bad, you were fine.
Were you? A loud creak echoed through the short hallway behind you, and you made a motion to turn around.
Hands were on you before you could even breathe again. One covering your mouth, and one firmly planted on your shoulder. Huge hands, bigger than your fathers for sure, calloused and strong, scarily strong. Whoever this was smelled familiar, vaguely familiar, not like someone you knew closely. The shock from him grabbing you forced your phone to fall out of your grip. Oh god, oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god
You should have gone home, you should've cursed out your father and left. You shouldn't have been curious or caring or kind… you lived in a bad neighborhood, people died left and right, and the police couldn't give less of a shit what happens here. You were going to die, you were going to die in the same house you grew up in, the same house you cried and hurt and screamed in. What a sad ending, to think you were finally starting to get your life on somewhat of a track, only to die at the hands of a stranger. Fuc-
“Stop thinking so hard, I’m not gonna hurt you” a gruff voice spoke behind you, deep and dark and powerful. You started crying the second he spoke, your heart beating faster than your body should be able to take. Whoever this was, was not somebody you would ever want to mess with, they sounded more authoritative than you could ever even wish to be. You couldn't stop your heart from clenching out of fear, couldn't stop the tears from dripping down your face, couldn't breathe right.
“You don't need to cry… I said I wasn't gonna hurt you” One of his fingers strayed from your mouth to wipe tears away, but it did nothing to stop fear from overtaking your senses or forcing out sobs and cries from your lips. You were positive that your entire body was quivering and shaking, you couldn't feel it, too scared to think about anything other than death, but you knew it was naturally happening. You heard him let out a sigh from behind you (even his breathing was harsh and rough) before his arm hooked under your knees and pulled you flush against him.
“I’ve never been this close to you before, I’ve been waiting for this one for a while. We met when we were kids ya know, you looked so… empty, miserable, tired, fucking empty. You still do, you're just better at hiding it. I've been watching, it since then. You're just too nice for your good.” your cries increased as he spoke, you didn't struggle or scratch or scream, just cried. He was too strong for it to matter if you did.
He chuckled as you kept crying, by now he had begun to walk to the front door.
“Don't make a scene, if anybody notices, they're dead.” The words he spoke were so nonchalant, but still so terrifying that it had you struggling to breathe. He broke the front door open with his foot and pushed his way through the doorway, he hit his head on the top as he went through, that must be why the glass was broken.
You were frozen in his arms as he continued to carry you, the sun now lit up your surroundings, showing exactly who your captor was, now it made sense why you mildly recognized him. He was the man from the grocery store, you should've known by the way he spoke, you should've recognized that voice anywhere. HE caught your gaze as you stared at him, giving you a toothy smile. His canines were scarily sharp, and now that you can get a closer look this man was even more terrifying. His bear, his eyes, his teeth, everything about him screamed danger. You stiffened as you stared at him, why why why why why why why You shouldn't have fucking come here.
“Quit looking so scared of me. God you're stiff as a board, I forgot how jumpy you were. It's been a while since I’ve seen you this scared, not since the incident at the coffee shop-” Who does he think he is? Talking just like he knows you like he's had any kind of conversation with you before that wasn't about popcorn at a stupid stupid grocery store. What were you supposed to do? You fully believed that he was the type of man to kill anybody who tried to stop him, even then nobody would (people in this neighborhood learned to keep their mouths shut), and he was much much stronger than you. You just… you just had to give up. There was no winning, not against him, not here.
The thought alone made you want to curl up and die.
Pathetic.
“Don't worry though, You're scared and I get it. But you'll get used to me. I’ll treat you real good, buy you things you’ve never had before. “ Your breath hitched and you quivered as he continued to blabber on and on about what kind of house he had, he tucked you into the passenger seat of some kind of black fancy car, got into the driver's seat, and proceeded to drive away—no more explanation than that. You couldn't do anything more than stare at him with those wide eyes of yours, he was watching you too intensely for you to try and throw yourself out of the car, and even then you doubted you would get very far before he caught you.
So you awkwardly sat in the leather seats of the fancy-ass car, tears still freely flowing as you sat, waiting for this man to take you to some alleyway and murder you. You picked at your fingernails, eyes darting around the interior of the car, it was clean and neat and looked to be stupidly expensive, everything that man wasn't. Who is that man anyway?
Almost as if reading your mind, the man brought a hand up to wipe the tears from your face, only to end up cupping your cheek and staring at you for a while as he drove.
“The name’s Uvogin, and I’m madly in love with you”
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Hey pookie s I’m back, this has been in my wanna write list for a LONG time. But it’s now so it’s fine. I’m kinda weak in the knees for the entire phantom troupe so tell me what you think.
Sorry for the long delay:) but I’m back now
Have a great day today, bye!
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kiame-sama · 9 months
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Sweet Death- (Yandere!Phantom Troupe x Autistic!Chubby!Reader)
Random idea I had and felt like writing down. Tell me if y'all want more from this vein and what direction you think it should take.
Warnings; yandere behavior, obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, troupe tries to cause a lot of mischief, intense masking, fem reader (tell me if y'all want a male reader or non-binary), creepy creature appearance,
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"Wait, so you PAID for them?"
"Yeah."
"But, why?"
"Piss off! Lady was nice."
Feitan snapped in his usual short manner of speaking, a glare on his face as Pakunoda bothered him. They had business in the airport and Feitan stopped to swipe some sweets. What they didn't expect was that Feitan actually paid for the food he got and was defending his uncharacteristic behavior.
Feitan was the most easily irritated, so it came as a surprise that whomever he interacted with did not anger him. What was even more of a surprise was that Feitan actually seemed to be behaving in a polite way to someone. The only one Feitan was polite to- and they use the term loosely- was the Boss of the Troupe.
Pakunoda was interested to learn more about the unusual woman that had enthralled Feitan enough to actually get the short-tempered man to pay instead of stealing, but she knew that he wouldn't tolerate any more questions. Instead, she endeavored to find out more about this woman on her own.
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"Wait... What was I doing?"
"You were wondering what you wanted to order from here."
"Oh, right!"
It had been at least six times that the soft woman behind the counter had to remind the ever forgetful Shizuku of what she was doing. Six times that Shizuku had also changed her mind on what she wanted.
Franklin, who was accompanying the other Troupe member was actually getting annoyed with her because he just wanted to leave and meet up with the other members. There were certainly times where he had great patience but it was not one of those times for him. Even though he was getting annoyed, the woman behind the counter seemed calm and happy even as she had to change the order yet again.
"Sorry about her, she has terrible memory."
"It's no trouble, truly. There are greater tragedies in life than a bit of uncertainty and adjusted orders."
Franklin felt a pleasant surprise to hear such wisdom from someone he wouldn't even think twice about. The unusual and understanding way she seemed to approach the situation was odd, as most just got short tempered with Shizuku or even refused to adjust with her ever bouncing memory. Though he wanted to just move on, he felt compelled to stay, if only to see how long that patience would last.
"Wait... What did I order?"
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"Think anyone would notice if I just stabbed someone?"
"Doubt it. I bet no one would blink if I fell down this escalator right now."
Uvogin had a wide grin even as he shifted his weight backwards, anticipating hitting the metal moving stairs but instead, landed on something soft.
"Woah there! Are you alright?"
He slowly looked up to see a soft looking woman with kind (e/c) eyes and a concerned expression on her face. To Uvogin, he felt as if he landed on the softest pillow to exist, feeling the nice warm body holding him up with a gentle touch. All words and coherent thought left his mind as he slowly blinked, trying to compose himself.
"..."
"Are you okay, sir?"
"Yeah! Yeah. I- uh... Fell backwards. Don't know why."
"No worries! I'm glad you're okay. Usually it's the vertigo that gets people, just don't look up too far and you should be good."
Uvogin didn't really want to move, but as soon as he and the woman got to the top of the escalator, he quickly got up. The woman smiled sweetly and tried to help stand him up despite his rather massive size. When he was upright, she chirped out a farewell and quickly departed, leaving Uvogin standing with a dumbfounded expression on his face.
"Yeah... Bye... See you later..."
It took a rough shake from Phinks to make Uvogin snap back to attention, feeling like he had been dunked in cold water. He had to tear his eyes away from where the woman had been standing, feeling confused as if he was coming out of some kind of haze. Uvogin had to literally shake his head to clear the odd brain-fog that had consumed him, glancing where the woman disappeared to.
"... D'you think she digs tall guys?"
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"C'mon sweetcheeks. Just give me your number."
Machi glared at the man who was trying to heckle her into giving him her number. Though the troupe was trying to lay low before they put their plan into motion, Machi had half a mind to just outright kill the man. It was while she was weighing her options that a voice suddenly cut in.
"She said 'no', take that as your answer and leave."
Both looked over to see a soft looking woman with a clear frown set on her lips, seeming as if she were ready to fight at a moment's notice. Machi was surprised to see the feisty woman but the man seemed annoyed and sighed as if he were being told to do something distasteful.
"I get it, Fatty, you want a chance with me too. I don't usually like fat chicks, but-"
"But you're going to walk your happy ass in the direction of your flight or the exit before I get security to drag you by the taint out of here."
"You really think you can talk to me like-"
"I can and will talk to you like the piece of trash you are if you don't leave her the hell alone."
"Fine, fucking fat bitch."
"That's Ms. Fucking-Fat-Bitch to you."
Machi was surprised that someone so soft was so immune to insults, not to mention the fact that the guy actually fucked off. She made a mental note to single that guy out and get rid of him when she next had the chance, turning to the soft woman for the time being.
"I appreciate it. He was not taking 'no' as an answer."
"Yeah, guys usually think they can bully everyone into doing what they want if they act like their brain is in their testicles. Some don't even have to act."
The flat and almost annoyed tone the woman used made Machi actually let out a soft laugh, more than humored by the odd woman that had helped her. As she looked over the woman she realized that this must be the one the others in the group had been talking about. Certainly, the woman matched the description of the one the other Spiders had been discussing and Machi could see why the other Troupe members she had spoken to were so enthralled.
Perhaps she should tell the others of her similar experience.
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Chrollo stood in the line of traveling people, having heard quite a bit about a rather unusual character who the Troupe had encountered several times. He had decided it was time for him to see what the woman was like firsthand. Based off of the testimony of other members, this woman either had manipulative nen or she was a gem among common people. Either way, he wanted to know whatever he could about her.
As he approached the woman in question- she was working the cash-register at one of the shops in the airport- he focused his eyes to see potential nen. What he saw was far from what he had expected.
Based off of her general aura, her nen bled off of her in an uncontrolled way instead of the way it was supposed to. On top of her nen being rather wild- making it clear she had no control over it and likely was unaware of it- something was noticeably wrong. Where abilities often formed as small spirits or beings, a more than intimidating creature stood behind her.
The being was far taller than the woman, even taller than Uvogin. It seemed to be a horribly emaciated humanoid with skin that writhed like worms were beneath the surface and searching for a meal. The skin- as translucent and paper thin as it was- seemed a sickly blue and purple, much like blooming bruises across the surface. It was shrouded in what could only be described as a shawl of shadows, face concealed beneath the rolling darkness. Though it's face was hidden, Chrollo could feel the eyes of the wretch staring out at him. In the beast's hand was a sickle often used for cultivating grain. The curved crescent blade seemed to be soaked in a dripping red ooze that moved slowly and without purpose, the leather handle held by elongated and bony fingers. Everything about the beast was wrong on a fundamental level.
Though the creature was frightening and clearly stronger than most normal nen abilities, it remained a loyal and silent sentinel over the soft woman's shoulder. It was obvious- to Chrollo at least- that the beast was brought to heel by the soft woman even if it seemed she was completely unaware of it. The contrast of the two beings was extreme and made Chrollo wonder just how the woman's nen was released and why it had taken such a vicious shape.
The more Chrollo watched, the more he realized that small amounts of the nen of others was drawn forward and consumed by the being, no doubt fueling the nen of its master. It was difficult to look away from the beast, despite how hard Chrollo tried, noticing the aloof nature of the creature disappear suddenly, becoming acutely aware as if it knew Chrollo could see it. A low hiss came from the beast as Chrollo stepped forward, next in line despite how far from reality he felt.
"Hi there!"
The chirped words paired with the oddly sweet way the woman said it gave Chrollo pause, not expecting such a greeting from someone with a disfigured and distorted reaper as their nen. Though she smiled, the smile never reached her eyes. Chrollo knew a social mask when he saw one, and he had to admit it was rather convincing. He could see why so many of the Troupe had become enamored with her and interested in her, his own observations thus far giving him a similar interest.
Even as he gave a random order he had no intention of keeping, the woman smiled and ensured to behave as if she were truly happy to assist. Chrollo had yet to reach a stage where he was fully believable to everyone with his own social mask, but even he had to admit that her mask was significantly more nuanced than his own. From the short interaction he had with her, he knew the woman was unique and had something to her that seemed to catch the interest of numerous Troupe members, himself included.
When he walked away from the quaint little shop and back to the Troupe, his mind was already working to parse out what he wanted to do. Surely the Troupe would follow his lead, but he wanted to hear their thoughts on the odd woman and her nen. Pakunoda could share the various experiences other members had and it would allow the group to have a more unanimous vote, but he had already settled on what he thought.
It was just a matter of what the Troupe thought now.
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aluraveil · 1 year
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Yandere Chrollo Headcanons
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Note : I finally write for Hunter x Hunter! Chrollo was the reason I started watching this anime and I'm addicted to the show <3
Out of all the Yanderes in the world of Hunter x Hunter, if you had Chrollo as your yandere.. then goodbye. You’re never seeing the light ever again because my mans is scary and powerful as shit.
Chrollo is by far the worst Yandere to have.
Chrollo is literally the leader of the Phantom Troupe, of which is infamous for being nothing but bandits who take whatever they want without caring about how many people they have killed in the process.
The Phantom Troupe is a group of cold blooded criminals who kill innocent people and steal. 
If you ever tried to escape, it’d be so easy for Chrollo to track you down. He might even ask the Phantom Troupe to help find your location.
The Phantom Troupe is a gang full of thugs who are talented in combat and other things. It would be so easy for them to track you down.
Who knows? The Phantom Troupe might even have a contest on who can find you first..
Chrollo encourages you to talk to the other Phantom Troupe members. Afterall, they’re his friends. But you took one good look at them and decided to keep your mouth shut.
Sometimes Shizuku might even try to start a conversation with you..
Shizuku honestly wasn’t that bad. She was really nice to you and you sometimes talk to her. Even Shalnark is really polite to everyone too.
Overall the Phantom Troupe isn’t that bad. Afterall they don’t treat you coldly. You always make sure to stay away from people like Hisoka. Something is just off about them..
Another thing that Chrollo loves to do with you is have you sit on his lap during meeting with the other Spiders.
Hisoka also stares at you weirdly and once during a meeting, you both made eye contact and he winked and grinned at you. That creeped the shit out of you..
You don’t sleep with restraints because for one thing, Chrollo knows that even if you try to escape; he’ll find you eventually. Also his tight grip on your waist as he cuddles with you doesn’t help either..
Chrollo’s embrace is super suffocating. You always feel like you can’t breathe around him.
In the end, having Chrollo as a Yandere sucks ass. That man is nothing but a criminal to you in your own eyes.
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ih8simps · 7 months
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My first post EVER;
The Runaway (Chrollo x reader)
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The sound of the deep bass assaulted your ear drums as the lights around you flashed.
The room was filled with the smell of sweat and alcohol as the people around you continued to bump against one another. Your eyes swiveled around the room as you watched the sea of people all dancing to their own rhythms.
The music made you feel the need to continue dancing and the alcohol dancing around your bloodstream made you never want to stop. You continued to dance even when a red haired stranger came into your view. The moment his golden eyes locked onto yours, you knew he was trouble. From the bold red of his hair to the points on the tips of his shoes, you knew this guy was something peculiar. But by all means, you liked peculiar. As if drawn together by magnets you both met in the middle of the dance floor. You didn’t give him a chance to speak as you began to press your body against his. That smirk on his face grew into a Cheshire grin as you both danced to the music.
After a few songs you were still pressed against him and by now you could feel that he was certainly excited for you to be so close.
“Do I get to know your name now?” He spoke with his lips practically against your ear.
“You’re a pretty decent dancer. I’m having fun with you”. You turned away from him and rubbed your ass against his hard length. From what could be felt through your clothes, that would certainly be a sight to see. Your body hummed in delight at the thought. If only time and circumstance had been different.
In the rafters above the dancing bodies, the spiders were spinning a web. Phinks, Feitan, Pakunoda, Shalnark, Machi, Shizuku, Nobunaga, and their leader Chrollo were stationed in the upper level of the club watching those below. The spider was here for a job. There were some big fish that owned some shiny things that Chrollo wanted to steal. The owner of this club was a prolific businessman who was heavily into trade. He had a safe somewhere on this premises full of rare treasures. He used this club as a way to gather fellow traders and rare collectors without raising too much suspicion. To the authorities this just happened to be the place where rich traders and businessmen found themselves on Friday nights.
“Damn it. I wish I was a better dancer” Phinks practically whined.
“You are bad” Feitan spoke in his slow drawl. Phinks opened his mouth to yell out a retort but before he could Machi cut in.
“How you dance doesn’t matter. We aren’t here for dancing. We are scouting this place”
The spiders all had their eyes on a different target. They all knew who exactly they were supposed to be keeping their eyes on at all times but watching old men try to drunkenly dance or slobber on women was such boring work. It seemed that Shalnark had become bored quite a while ago as he was playing a game on his phone. Feitan flanked Phinks against the railing that looked over the crowd. Pakunoda sat on the sofa sipping a glass of vodka. Machi stood close to Chrollo as he stood with his back to the railing. Nobunaga begrudgingly stood close to Shizuku as she leaned over the railing to get a closer look at the crowd.
“I don’t know. Maybe Phinks is right. We should all learn how to dance. I mean look at Hisoka.”
The eyes of the spider searched the crowd for the eccentric red head. When they finally caught a glimpse of him, a hush fell over the group. Shizuku couldn’t understand the sudden silence.
“What’s wrong?”
“Is that-“ Phinks could hardly believe what he was seeing.
“(Y/n)” Machi whispered.
With the music still blaring, the lights still flashing absurdly, and the warm body of the man behind you still rubbing against you, you were in a form of chaotic bliss. For a brief moment you felt truly free. That feeling came to a screeching halt when a heavy coldness swept over you. It felt like a cloak of heavy darkness and filthy disgust. It seemed that the man behind you could feel it too as he suddenly stopped dancing. His eyes immediately swept the room before he looked up and directly at the source of the awful feeling. Your blood ran cold as you realized what you were looking at. The minute your eyes locked with his steel cold gaze, you realized you knew this feeling all too well. This was Chrollo’s bloodlust.
It had been years since you had seen him. Even from this far away you could tell that even in this sea of still dancing people he was looking directly at you. The intensity in his eyes made you believe he could probably see through you.
“No” you choked out.
The man behind you grabbed your arm, seemingly making the room grow even colder.
“How do you know each other?” You shook your head in response. Shock wouldn’t allow words to fall from your lips.
“How-“ the man opened his mouth to speak again but before he could you watched as the spider suddenly began its ascent down to the dance floor. One moment they were 40 feet away, the next moment you could feel them near inches away from you.
“(Y/n)” Feitan was the first to speak from his short distance away. “Why are you here?”
You ignored him as you began to count backwards from 10.
“What is she saying?” Shizuku could not understand what she was hearing.
“Grab her before she gets to-“
“One” you choked out. Just as you were about to disappear from the room you felt a brief pressure on the back of your neck. Before you lost consciousness you peered into a pair of familiar grey eyes.
“Chrollo” you whispered.
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asexual-abomination · 9 months
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This is the first part of a rewrite of the series that brought attention to my blog in the first place! When I wrote this series originally, it was at midnight when I couldn’t sleep because I had COVID, so I always wanted to come back and rewrite it with a clearer mind.
It’s been a while since I’ve posted, cause I’ve been real stressed about university, but waking up to new notes on this blog is always a highlight of my day! I have so many WIPs for hxh, Overwatch, ff7, the batfamily, and now the spider-verse movies, but I’ve been struggling to complete them to an extent that I feel is worth posting.
Please leave a comment if you want me to rewrite the rest of the series!
Platonic!Yandere!Phantom Troupe X Autistic Reader (Soulmate AU)
Content warnings: Yandere, vague mentions of violence. Read at your own discretion.
“To my dearest soulmate.-“
No, too affectionate.
“To my soulmate, I am incredibly excited to welcome you here-“
The sentence is jarring, start with an introduction.
“To my soulmate, my name is YN, and I am so excited to finally have the chance to communicate with you!”
Good enough. You were so happy to be writing a letter like this, being able to rewrite and start over as often as needed, without the pressure of saying it right in the first try.
Having finished one sentence, you sighed as you looked down at the number of things you had crossed out before it seemed right. Then, you turned to your notebook, where you had spent years collating everything you wanted to put into this letter, trying to find some inspiration for what to do next.
“I have been awaiting this day, carved into our bodies, for my entire life.”
Was that too formal? Too strong?
Ugh. This was hard.
You despised knowing nothing about your soulmate, the enigma of their identity making them feel otherworldly and strange. Without knowing even the slightest bit about who they were, you had no frame of reference for what they would consider too much or too fast, leaving you to blindly feel your way towards a half-coherent letter.
Jo was sat across from you, in their favourite shabby armchair, pretending to watch the football you had put on for background noise, and not-so-secretly keeping an eye on you. From your dejected sigh as you curled up on the sofa, your childhood friend could tell what was bothering you from a single glance.
“I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, they’re your soulmate, they’ll love you no matter what.”
“But they shouldn’t!” You sighed, “I want to impress them, make them feel welcomed and happy!”
“And that’s what I’m gettin’ at! Their personality must be suited enough to yours that they’ll find your way of doin’ things loveable!”
You grumbled with no coherent response, looking again at your paper.
They’d find your way of doing things loveable.
You could work with that.
“I hope that I, and my friends, can make you feel happy and welcomed in my home. The time we will spend, with our bodies swapped, will be precious, and there will never be another time like it in our lives. You are precious to me.”
Your lips tugged downward in a frown at the last line, the irritating thoughts about potentially annoying your soulmate flooding you again. You had just let the pen run wild, trying to encapsulate even the smallest fraction of your feelings about the situation, which always ended up feeling like too much as your emotions overwhelmed you.
Just as you considered scrapping the whole thing and starting again from scratch, Jo caught your eye with a stern glare, as they always did when you doubted yourself.
“I have longed to know who you are for years; your mystery has entranced me. I want to see the destiny the universe has seen fit to bestow upon us both."
As you relaxed into the motions of the pen, the waterfall of words falling from your fingers, you stunned yourself with short poetic verses.
"Even though romance holds no place in what has been destined for us, I want to make you so happy that you may bear your heart to me as I may for you. Please take care of my body while you have it. I hope that one day I might trust with this on more than just blind faith.
All my love, from the bottom of my heart, your soulmate."
It felt weak. You felt weak.
Was it really right to say you loved someone you hadn't met? Even as soulmates, it felt like a betrayal.
"Hey Jo, do you mind reading through this for me? If I keep looking at it, I'll either throw it away or throw up."
"Ahh, YN, you know I'm not so good with words and that stuff, yeah? That's your job, ain't it?"
"Oh, hush, I've read your poetry, you big romantic!"
"What?"
You quickly hurried past them, dropping the drafted letter onto their lap before heading to the kitchen. Your hands were shaking; you needed to get some water before you passed out.
Your breaths were coming short as you downed a second glass of water, one arm shakily holding the lip of the sink for support as the anxiety began to weigh on your mind. You had less than a week; on this Sunday evening, you'd lie in bed and wake up in the body of your soulmate. It was Tuesday evening, the soft autumn air swirling dead leaves outside your window.
A phone began ringing in the living room, so you set down your glass on the draining board and began heading back through, only to realise the call wasn't for you when you heard Jo's voice.
"Yeah, I hear ya. No need to yell, old man... Oh, shut yer trap; you know I'm only half joking... You know I said wasn't working tonight... Yeah, yeah... You piece of shit! Fine, I'll be there, but you better be payin' me double time for this shit."
Jo rounded the corner, grumbling under their breath. They paused at your side, leaning in slightly to speak, the smell of beer on their breath and thankfully not overwhelming.
"Listen, yer letter was grand, okay? You've got a talent for these sortsa things. I've gotta head out, alright? Probably won't be back until morning. I'll bring you back something nice alright, repayment for skipping what should have been a nice night together."
"It's alright, really. Just take care of yourself, okay?" You reassured them.
They walked out into the biting chill, heading down a dark alley like it was their own front door.
--//--
Chrollo looked himself in the eyes, the cold water he splashed on his face dripping from his hair.
He had felt strange the past few days, like something was clinging to the back of his mind, tugging his attention away from his work. As if a song was stuck in his head, but he couldn't remember the melody.
The Mediterranean heat must have been getting to his head; that was the only explanation. He composed himself, wiping his brow before he went to slick his hair back, turning his focus to the heist he and the Troupe would be carrying out that Sunday.
--//--
The week had been long and stressful for everyone involved. You tried not to be too much of a perfectionist, but you wanted to make the best impression possible.
The morning of the day you would switch was upon you, and you came downstairs to find Jo asleep on your couch, as they often were. You smiled at their sleeping face, very peaceful compared to their usual furrowed brow.
Their face was made up of sharp lines, almost geometric perfection, except for the mess of freckles covering their cheeks and forehead, adding just a hint of softness.
As you prepared breakfast for the two of you, Jo woke up with a sleepy groan, trudging over to the kitchen counter.
"Today's the day, huh? The last day of me being your best friend?"
"Jo! Don't say it like that! I'll always love you, you know that!" You defended yourself.
"Oh, don't worry, I'm just joking. You deserve to be happy with your soulmate."
You frowned at that again, remembering the situation with Jo's own soulmate. You had both been so excited to look her up after the switch, only to discover that she had died in a sudden car crash within an hour.
After that, they became much more clingy with your time. When they were around, at least. They had also begun taking on many more "jobs" that took them far away.
You sympathised with their situation, but you could tell they harboured jealousy for your soulmate.
You sat down on the couch, breakfast in hand, as Jo came to sit at your side. You flicked through channels on TV, trying to alleviate the awkward tension that fell over the room.
"Listen, I'm not jealous."
"It's okay to admit it; I can understand your perspective! But you can't keep me from my soulmate!"
"No, it's not that! It's more that I'm... paranoid."
"Paranoid, about... what, exactly?"
"About your soulmate! I can't explain it, but I've got this bad feeling!"
"A bad feeling? What kind of bad feeling?"
You learned a long time ago that Jo's intuition was often correct, but were they really concerned or just trying to pull you and your soulmate apart?
"I just said, I can't explain it! I just don't want anything bad to happen to you!"
You sighed as you felt that both of you were becoming too worked up.
"Okay, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to accuse you. I think... we're all quite stressed right now. Let's have a proper talk when we're not all so high-strung."
"Yeah, yeah."
Today was gonna be fun.
--//--
Chrollo smiled at the carnage surrounding him, watching as his friends unleashed their power on these pathetic guards. They heard the approaching rumble of reinforcements, which, by their calculations, should contain the man they were after.
His incredible enhancer ability would be handy for Chrollo, so they had spent days sieging the fortress he defended. As Nobunaga took to whittling down the primary reinforcements, Chrollo found himself distracted once again. That strange feeling in the back of his head, the itch he couldn't scratch, saying that something was wrong.
He shook his head to free himself of these thoughts, as the intimidating man faced him, seemingly unaware of exactly who he was fighting.
--//--
Despite your small fight with Jo, the day had gone well. You had prepared several cakes, which you poured plenty of love into. You also wrote your letter into one coherent piece and placed it in an envelope, which you taped to inside of your bedroom door.
A group of your friends arrived, all bearing various snacks and drinks to add to the table. As the conversation began to flow, you anxiously reminded them of the careful limits you had gone over for what they were allowed to say to your soulmate. They all laughed and smiled, promising to go along.
Almost on autopilot, you turned to Jo for reassurance, and they were in a good enough mood to laugh softly and promise to keep the others in line.
You knew Jo wouldn't go back on their word, no matter their personal feelings about the situation.
With everything laid out enticingly on a coffee table, you retired to your bedroom for the night, your gut swirling with anxiety and excitement.
You laid back on your bed, crossing your hands across your stomach. You had until exactly 21:29 to wait for the switch.
Looking over at the clock you had bought for this express purpose, you saw 21:27.
It'll probably feel like forever, you thought, plenty of time to get comfortable.
21:28
That's fine; you took a few deep breaths, settling down into your pillows. You closed your eyes softly.
Breathing deeply. With your eyes closed.
In, and out, in, and out.
Curiosity got the better of you.
Your eyes snapped open, turning back to the clock, getting to see just the slightest glimpse of 21:29 before everything changed.
--//--
Chrollo sighed from the driver's seat, just a straight highway unfolding seemingly infinitely in front and behind him. Confident in his ability to avoid traffic by instinct, he allowed his eyes to drift to the clock on the screen, 00:28 blinking back at him.
That time bothered him.
It wasn't unusual for him to stay up past midnight, more common than not, in fact, but that itch he couldn't scratch, that sweet song that slipped his mind's grasp, was back in full force, making him grit his teeth in irritation.
He returned his eyes to the road before him, though he only caught a glimpse of the asphalt-laden horizon before everything changed.
--//--
In a moment, you felt everything shift. You could feel it down to the change in the structure of your skeleton. Every muscle was different, every sensation infinitely sharpened by the new body you inhabited.
You felt that you were sitting, not lying down. You saw that you were looking out at a road.
And then, finally, you realised you were driving the car.
It was common knowledge that the swap allowed people to speak in the native tongue of their soulmate, but you wondered if you would be the first to discover that the same thing applied to driving skills.
You focused on the road and on keeping your breathing steady, aware that a panic attack here would result in much more than a headache and a sore throat in the long run.
Once finally began to calm down, you briefly peeled your eyes off the road to look your soulmate in the eyes in the rearview mirror. His grey eyes were striking, and his raven black hair was slicked back to his head, revealing a strange tattoo in the centre of his forehead. He was quite attractive, all things considered.
You felt a brush of air across your chest and again glanced down to notice you were completely shirtless, other than a feathery collared jacket that did nothing to hide your soulmate's toned body. Definitely a bold outfit choice, but you couldn't deny that it suited him well.
After a few more moments assuring yourself of the safety of the road, you tried to look at the other passengers of the car. You had seen them when you looked at yourself in the mirror, but you couldn't bear to think about them at that moment.
In the passenger seat was a pink-haired woman, her face stoic as she stared ahead. Behind you was a grumpy-looking man with black hair leaning into the window. In the centre of the backseat was a blond man with a cute face, tapping away at a modified phone of some kind. Furthest from you, behind the passenger seat, was a gruff-looking man with slicked-back blond hair.
None of them seemed to have noticed a change in their driver's behaviour, so you had a few more moments to collect yourself before you spoke up. Although you were still grappling with the fact that your soulmate had entirely forgotten about your switch, you didn't want to waste your time.
"I don't know... quite what's happening here, but I'm this person's soulmate."
You could taste something sweet with just the slightest hint of bitterness on your own breath.
The car had been silent before you spoke, but the silence grew heavier. Now every eye was on you, and you almost wished you hadn't said anything, that you had let the switch play out in complete silence before returning to your own body.
"What?" The taller blond man finally replied.
"I'm... their soulmate? Did they not tell anyone?"
"Boss had a soulmate?" He turned to the other blond man, ignoring you completely.
"Not as far as I know!"
"Look at me."
That last bit was said by the pink-haired woman next to you. With no small amount of fear in your heart, you ripped your eyes away from the road to look her in the eyes. Her cold, calculating eyes pierced you through and through. After what felt like aeons that she spent observing you, she let out the slightest gasp.
"You're not lying."
As soon as you had the reassurance that they believed you, you looked back at the road, relieved to see no danger.
"Are you serious? Are you messing with us, boss?" The black-haired man spoke, his tone rising to aggression.
"Calm down, all of you! This is the boss's soulmate, obviously!"
"But why wouldn't he tell us at all? This is crazy!"
"I don't know! Maybe he wanted to test us?"
"Sorry to interrupt, but what's going on here?"
The pink-haired woman turned back to from where she had been scolding the other passengers, sighing before she spoke.
"Look, sorry about all this ruckus. It's just that we're pretty close to our boss, and he never even told us he had a soulmate!"
"Seriously? Weird..." You trailed off, unsure of how to fill in the dead air.
"My name's Machi; what's yours?"
"I'm YN. Who is this?" You asked, gesturing slightly at your own body.
"Oh right, our boss's name is Chrollo. In the backseat, there is Nobunaga, Shalnark, and Phinks." She pointed each one out to you.
Behind you, Shalnark and Nobunaga were whispering to each other as they looked intently at Shalnark's phone.
"And where are you from, YN?" Shalnark spoke up again, a bright smile on his face as he watched you through the rearview.
"I'm from CN; where are we right now?"
The conversation continued like that for some time, with simple back-and-forth questions. Jo had advised you not to share too much sensitive information, and you couldn't help but get the inkling of a feeling that they were right.
The way that Shalnark would ask you questions before he immediately turned back to his phone alighted some anxiety in your gut, so you tried to turn the conversation back on them.
"So, you say that my soulmate here is your boss? What do you do?"
You didn't miss the beat of silence, but you tried to give them the benefit of the doubt that they had been put on the spot.
"We're traders, mostly," Shalnark started, "We travel around, buying and selling antiques and treasures and stuff!"
"Wow, that sounds like fun!"
"It can get tiring sometimes, but it's really fulfilling!"
There was a breath of relief from the car before Nobunaga spoke up, excitedly telling you a story of a time they had visited your home country for their business. Finally, it felt as if the atmosphere was relaxing, with everyone joining in to add details to the story.
You smiled softly, relieved that you no longer felt like an insect under a magnifying glass. It was pitch-black outside the car, and there were very few other cars on the road, so you felt safe enough to relax your grip on the steering wheel just a touch as well.
As you leaned back in the driver's seat, listening to Phinks avidly tell you about the food they had enjoyed in the capital of your home country, you felt the night's excitement finally hit you.
And how unlucky that you had just relaxed when you suddenly found yourself back in your own living room.
--//--
Chrollo snapped awake in his place, feeling that he had gone from his spot sitting to lying down in the blink of an eye. Immediately, he threw himself into a standing position, assuming the car had been surprise attacked.
At the same moment, he reached for his knife while attempting to summon Bandit's Secret. His anxiety only heightened when he realised that he had neither.
Finally trying to observe the situation and pinpoint his potential attacker, he slowly began to piece together what was going on.
He was in a neat bedroom and had been lying in bed. On the bedside clock, he read 21:29 in red blinking letters.
Oh shit.
Oh fuck.
His soulmate.
Ten years ago, he had made sure that his soulmate date was entirely obscured by his spider tattoo, going as far as to go to a different tattoo artist than the rest and killing them afterwards. He had to protect his soulmate, lest they be used against him. But in his attempt to defend them, he had completely forgotten to prepare anything.
Shit.
He looked around the room, trying to get his bearings now that he wasn't in danger. A mirror poised on one wall allowed him to observe his soulmate. He ran a hand over his cheek as he watched the skin move in abject fascination. All these sensations were raised in intensity; even in this body without Nen, he felt everything to a pinpoint. He suddenly became aware that he could taste a tiny bit of mint; they had even taken the time to brush their teeth to ensure his comfort.
There was an envelope taped to the inside of the door, obviously meant for him. Picking it off the door with an uncharacteristic level of gentleness, he sat back down on the bed to read.
The letter nearly sprung tears to his eye; how blessed was he to have someone so passionate! He could feel the depth of emotion poured into the letter, the way you spilt your heart out on the page.
He sat on the bed, eyes scanning over every line, reading and rereading the poetry before him.
"Do you think they're okay? I heard some movement inside, but it's been silent since. Do you think they fell and hurt their head?"
"Ugh, I'll knock and go check."
It hadn't occurred to him that there would be other people here - just another example of the care and thought you had put in.
He opened the door to a freckled face, who wore an expression of surprise as their hand was still in the air, having been about to knock. Immediately, he turned on the charm, knowing he could at least cover up for his lack of planning on this end.
"Oh, sorry about that; I didn't realise I was expected!" He added his best chuckle, followed by, "My soulmate is quite the poet; I've been entranced!"
He waved the letter to show it off before stepping past the newcomer. But he stopped briefly while he was right next to them. He could feel it.
The cold, calculating look in their eye, the robust build, the scars along their hands. They were from Meteor City.
With a polite nod, he continued into the living room, though he could feel that person's eyes on him the whole way. He was greeted with three cakes and a wide selection of snacks and drinks. He cursed that you wouldn't be getting such a cosy reception on your end.
The conversation flowed easily as soon as he introduced himself; everyone was excited to tell him things or ask him questions. He easily lied his way through questions about his profession; it was like second nature to the charismatic thief. Everyone in attendance was charmed by him except that damn person from Meteor City. Just as he began considering if he might have to kill them, they leaned forwards, interrupting another one of your friends.
"You smoke?"
Chrollo had smoked once or twice in his youth but had never had a taste for it. He shook his head no, hoping they would drop it there.
"Too bad, 'cause I do, and I want a private chat with you. Step outside."
With their authoritative voice, he knew he was not avoiding the following conversation.
The biting chill on his cheeks felt much sharper than usual, his own body having learned to withstand much harsher conditions. However, he was scarcely given a moment to enjoy the sensation before Jo interrupted.
"You're from Meteor City."
"I'm aware."
"Hmph. Are you a thief?"
"Of course, aren't you?"
"My work isn't the prettiest, but I'm not that low. I owe that to YN."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"They lifted me up and out of that place of their own goodwill. When I escaped that place, we met by chance, and they offered their hand to give me a new life. They're the reason I stay on the straight and narrow. I'll do anything to protect them; you should know that."
"I will, too; surely you should know that. I'm their soulmate."
"And you're also a thief. Probably a prolific one, from how easily you lied about your career. I want to protect them for their sake; you just want to protect them for your own sake. You won't be taking them anywhere; I'll steal them away where you'll never find them again if you try."
"That's quite the threat; are you sure you can follow through?"
"I'll have to, for them."
Chrollo chuckled at this silly notion. As if they could really do anything to take his soulmate away now that he knew they were here.
He watched Jo's silhouette retreat back into the warm light of your home, a smirk spread across his face at their sheer bravery, before everything changed.
--//--
Snapping back to your own body, now standing, was jarring, to say the least. Jo looked over their shoulder at your gasp as you nearly lost your balance, rushing over to catch you before you hurt yourself.
"Oh, hey there!" You laughed, looking up at them.
"Hey." They sounded standoffish, but their smile was undeniable.
"What are we doing outside?"
"Oh, I just wanted a smoke, and he followed me to chat."
You couldn't smell any smoke in the air, and you felt like something was being hidden from you, but you were just so tired and happy to be back that you chose to push that down for now.
"I'm gonna go to bed. Can you tell the others to go home? I need to just lie down ASAP."
"You got it. I'm gonna have to head out again soon as well, so I'll see you again whenever I get back."
--//--
"So." Machi started, addressing the newly-returned Chrollo, "What was that all about?"
Everyone was hushed, awaiting the boss's answer.
"You already know that was my soulmate. I had... forgotten to tell anyone."
More silence flooded the car as the other members of the spider internally debated whether or not they wanted to risk their necks by making a joke.
"Well, you'll be glad to know we're on the right path to get to them!" Shalnark cut in with his usual cheer, hoping to distract from the current situation.
"Really?"
"It'll be a few days even if we pick up the pace, but Feitan is currently in that country and can start keeping an eye on them ASAP. I'm concerned about their safety, especially considering their medical records."
"There's no need for too much worry," Chrollo said calmly
"What do you mean?!" Nobunaga was incredulous; how could the boss take his soulmate's safety so easily?
"Someone is protecting them already, someone we'll have to take care of, but a valuable protector, for now, all the same."
--//--
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mamayan · 8 months
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Apologize
YANDERE PHINKS X READER NSFW
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Warnings: Psychotic tendencies, violence, fractured ankle, choking, nsfw, afab reader, penetration, cursing, initial dub-con, overstimulation, implied kidnapping, initial forced relationship, Stockholm syndrome, oral (m! receiving) (reader receiving), overall not safe for the general public and absolutely not for anyone under the age of 18.
Synopsis: Phinks loves the progress you’ve made in your “relationship”. He’s just occasionally plagued with guilt in what it took to get where you are today, so to help relieve it, he’ll spoil you.
He jolted awake like someone had slapped him. His heart racing in his chest, Phinks clutched at the skin and flesh covering the offending organ, willing himself to calm down as he logically assesses the situation.
Like a fucking child, he’d had a nightmare.
Annoyance nibbled at the edges of his consciousness, but the deep sinking feeling in his gut was still prominent. His gaze landed to the left, where you slept, peaceful and ignorant to his plight. Curled up like a kitten for a nap, you were oblivious and so fucking adorable he finally felt himself calm down. He’d dreamed of your face, a familiar sight that used to haunt him in reality when he’d first taken you, drowning in tears. He hated it. Hated seeing you cry, to witness any distress. He was your protector, in his presence you should feel nothing but completely safe.
He also had to acknowledge that this was as flawed as it was fucked.
He was patient for months with you though. Careful and mindful of anything that may set you off, even though everything set you off. You’d cried for weeks on end, driving him nearly insane. Punishment did nothing to change your course of action, neither did reward, nor even threat to your family or friends. You just sobbed and begged to go home.
He didn’t mean to, and even to this day he’s riddled with guilt like now, when he dreams and remembers when you stopped crying. He made you stop, in a horrific and sick manner of straight forward violence.
He frowned, watching you twist in the sheets and mumble, your hand reaching out to his side of the bed where he’d normally be asleep and available for you to grab onto. His eyes traveled down your body, landing on your foot and ankle peeking out from under the comforter. The nen stitches Machi used left many scars littering such a small space. He’d called her in a panic, your silence for the first time making him want to vomit.
When he’d first snapped. Threatened to show you a real reason to cry, and while he’d had no intention of laying a finger on you that would hurt you, your lashing out had startled him. You’d fallen to the floor and backed yourself into a corner like a scared animal. Kicking and hissing at his attempt to grab and calm you, and when your foot finally landed a good hit on his jaw, it’d been instinctual.
He crushed your ankle.
It was the first time you’d been so silent after he’d taken you. The only noise for a while just the quick crushing of bone and snapping of tendon, and then your labored breathing. You’d gone into shock immediately of course, and he had to keep Machi on the line while she explained all the right steps to keep you from possibly dying before she got to the house.
How quiet you were for the months it took to heal, how compliant you where to all his help in just everyday living. He didn’t know how to apologize, not like a normal man would, he wasn’t normal. He felt the guilt weigh on him, because after that, you both never spoke of the incident. As if it never happened. It became just an unspoken rule, when he’d feel the guilt and remorse settle in, that he’d spoil you and give you whatever you wanted.
You seemed to take pity, or maybe you really forgave him. He wasn’t as delusional as he appeared, but hope still lingered in his chest. You’d asked him for a new dress. He’d happily stolen it for you, one just like you’d requested from a top designer.
It started small, and you weren’t generally a greedy a person. You’d request a newly released movie, a game, or a stuffed animal. Those pillows filled with some sort of cloud pudding with cute animal or food designs held you captive currently. It became a collectors game of sorts with you, the bigger and squishier the better by your opinion. He’d had to create netting to hang a hammock up in the corner of the room just to display your little treasures that couldn’t fit in the bed. It squeezed his heart every time he saw you sleeping curled around one.
When you’d finally consented to intimacy, leaned into his touches, lips, and hands, he spoiled you in new ways. His mouth on your sweet cunt one of them. He’d spend all day between your thighs if he could. Though, he was aware the overstimulation could become painful after a certain point for you, so he was cautious in keeping a good middle ground when his tongue lapped at your clit and fingers curled inside your gummy walls. Phinks was not an ignorant man in the bedroom, even before you, but he’d never really given a shit about any random hook up. Their orgasms were merely by products of him searching for his own.
You were different though. You were perfection, his heart personified, as cheesy at it all sounded. He’d never say that sort of sappy shit out loud, but he hoped his actions conveyed how damn precious you were to him… even when they didn’t. Even when all he wanted to do was push you face first into all the little cute pillows you love, and bury his leaking cock inside you. His love was rough sometimes, it was just part of him, so he hoped even when you begged and cried for him to slow down or give you a break, and his hips kept snapping against your ass, you knew he just couldn’t contain his love for you.
A soft groan brought his attention back up to your face. You looked mildly irritated in your sleep, and he wondered if you were having that same dream again. The one where you were working an endless shift as a fast food cashier and whoever was at your drive up window just kept making unintelligible orders that drove you wild. His lip twitched as the amusing memory of you retelling the dream and frustrations experienced. The blanket was entirely twisted around you but simultaneously not covering your body at all.
It wasn’t his fault his cock was now rock hard, looking at the t-shirt you wore to bed having completely ridden up to reveal only you in your underwear. Even the little scrap of fabric couldn’t hide your sweet cunt from his view, your legs parted and spread just the slightest bit for him to peek at. He wouldn’t be able to sleep till he tasted you, and this wouldn’t be the first time he’d woken you between your thighs.
Careful not to make a lot of noise and wake you, Phinks gently slid your panties off. He brought the slightly damp fabric to his face, palming his cock through his boxers as he indulged in the scent you’d saturated the fabric in. A soft and barely audible groan left his lips as he discarded the garment in favor of the scent’s source. With soft kisses placed on your inner thighs, Phinks finally stuck his long tongue out to drag up from your core to your clit.
The first lick made you twitch, but thankfully you remained peacefully asleep. Phinks gave you second, loving the way your legs spread themselves a little wider for him. Your mind might not be fully aware, but your body certainly remembers him and the pleasure he brings it. Grinning, he finally stops his teasing and dives into your cunt with passion. He’s no longer worried about waking you, you’ll be pulled from slumber sooner or later anyway. He focuses on diving inside you, the tip of his tongue rubbing and stretching your tight pussy, his hips driving into the mattress as his cock begs to feel exactly what his tongue is experiencing. Little gasps and moans begin to join the wet squelching, Phinks finally feeling your first orgasm break as he sucks hard on your clit.
He doesn’t stop. Not as you shake and writhe beneath him, instead he focuses on keeping your thighs locked open so he can keep relishing in his favorite dessert.
“Oh fuck, Phinks!” Your hand in his hair and loud moans finally alert him to your conscious state. He was licking and sucking like he was starved. Your poor clit not shown any mercy as he began focusing all his efforts there, two fingers moving to prod and seek entrance inside you. Phinks loved how you wiggled and tugged at his fair for more. More of him, more of what only he could give you, more pleasure. He sunk two fingers in easily, finger pads curling and rubbing the little spongey spot inside that has your toe curling and mouth opening wide to scream his name as you come again.
“Phinks!” He chuckled against your twitching cunt. Your insides trying to grasp onto his digits while you squealed as he went right back at it, languidly drawing circles around your clit even as you shook and spasmed. “S’too much!” He loved how you pretended to be unable to take anymore, your sleepy whines and moans precious. Even as you tried to push his head away, feeling too sensitive for it all after just waking, he just kept at it. Knowing as long as he kept bullying that spot inside you with his fingers and his tongue lavishing your clit, you’d-
“N-no, ngh!” The quick copious amounts of liquid squirting out your cunt was what he lived for. Your shrill cry of pleasure and pain music to his ears.
“Fuck, that’s it baby, come all over my face. So fucking good, look at you.” He’s menacing as he comes up to lean over your limp panting body.
“You want this?” He asks, nodding down at his raging erection, smirking as he sees your eyes widened and tongue dart out to wet your lips.
“Y-yes please.” He groans, loving how sweet and compliant you were when he woke you up like this. Scooting up closer on his knees, Phinks still took the time to spit in his hand and pump his cock a few times before taping it against your soaked entrance. Gritting his teeth, Phinks let’s the fat mushroom tip slip inside, loving how quickly you arch your back for more. “Yeah? My cock that good?” He’s going slow and steady, but your next words have him nearly going feral.
“Nothing better than your cock Phinks! So good- oh!” He’s slamming all the way in before you’re even finished. Smashing his tip right up against your cervix before pulling out and repeating. He’s gripping your hips and fucking you savagely, all thoughts of control gone as he watches you claw at his chest and beg for more.
“So good! S-so good Phinks!” He laughs, amused and amazed all at once how lucky he is. His chest feels heavy inside but the pleasure of your tight wet heat clamping down on him makes it hard to not stay in the moment. He just wants to fuck you forever, never leave your sweet cunt, never leave you. His expression screwed up almost as if he’s in pain as he takes you at a brutal pace despite your sensitivity.
Phinks isn’t fucking you like this for any other reason than love.
He’s watching you every second of it, adoration clearly in your eyes and fueling his own for you. This is what he’d always wanted, for you to love him like this back. One hand moves to cup your cheek, thumb caressing your skin in sharp contrast to his repeated movements to bury his cock as far in as he possibly can. “All mine, aren’t you?” You nearly don’t catch it, too caught up in the pleasure. A soft tap wakes you back up as you focus in on him despite how impossible he makes it. “Who do you belong to?” Phinks kindly asks again, smirking as your soft hands travel up his arms to grip him and ground yourself. His hips never faltering for even a moment as the room echoes the sounds of your cunt being so thoroughly used.
“Y-you!” He moans, feeling his spine tingle and balls draw tight.
“I belong t-to you Phinks!” He wishes it didn’t make him want to fall apart.
You’re being cradled and caged in his arms. His head burying in your neck as his knees scoot up and dip further into the mattress so your hips are raised.
“O-oh fuck Phinks!” He’s got you screaming now as he hits even deeper, his praises indecipherable as licks and sucks deep marks on your skin. He only groans as your cunt gushes again, this time around his cock as he pistons in and out of you. Focused only on your cries of pleasure and not squeezing you too tight and breaking you. His knuckles are white as he keeps them clenched beside your head.
“M’gonna fill you up” he’s close, his twitching cock signal enough but he always tells you when he’s going to come. Sweat dots his brow, a fine layer on your own skin as he heats your body up like a furnace. Your soft chest smashed against his firm muscular one, nipples rubbing just so as he drives himself wild inside you.
“Fuck fuck” he bites down softly by your collar bone as he comes. Hot spurts shooting deep as he stills and allows himself to come down while still wrapped around you.
“So good for me…” he’s sitting up a little to check on you, enamored once again at how lovely you are. So soft and perfect. So breakable.
Your sweet docile smile warming him.
He grins crookedly, kissing you with all the words he won’t say out loud.
Words like I’m sorry.
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Listen to me, it's simple and effective high school AU yan chrollo.
what i get from this is like
chrollo is a pretty popular dude in school, he’s got a lot of friends (the troupe), girls love him, and he gets the best grades in the school.
yet, you still can’t bring yourself to like him. you’re pretty much a loner and in your eyes he’s this pompous asshole that always loves correcting you whenever you answer a question, or even sometimes has the gall to look over your work as though he’s a teacher and not your classmate.
it’s even more infuriating that you’re always second to him, in everything.
recently he’s been bothering you a lot more. it’s as though he actively seeks you out, usually when you’re in the library. you’re certain he gets such perverted enjoyment in slotting up behind you and grabbing a book you were struggling to reach. might even be cheeky enough to ask you to say please and thank you to get it.
you try to avoid him, but it doesn’t help that his friends also try and reign you in. you swear that feitan and phinks follow you down hallways, acting as “guard dogs” that keep quite literally everyone away. It’s very irritating, and you’ve told them off about it numerous times.
and suddenly pakunoda and machi need the toilet the second you go, as though you’re going to get hurt while you go for a piss. somehow.
it gets worse the more you try and avoid chrollo. one day you might find yourself skipping class (because he’s there), sat by a tree and reading only for that big brute uvogin to come along, sling you over his shoulder and take you back.
chrollo seems to find it all very funny. you’re not sure as to why he seems so interested in annoying you to death, but he’s doing a pretty good job of it.
you’ll be thanking god by the time your final years come, with plans to go to a university that is as far as you can go.
and this is where i get stuck.
i can see chrollo being the type of guy to just apply to the same university as you, and follow you wherever you go after that until you hopefully somehow fall in love with him.
i can also see him being the type of guy who’s pretty rich, despite being an orphan it seems he started making business decisions at a very young age that landed him a lot of money in the long run.
your school plans a final dance for everyone to say goodbye to each other before leaving. you were considering skipping it, but ended up being forced to by your parents.
you don’t plan on drinking the very little alcohol bought by the school, but when chrollo strolls over, drinks in hand, you figure one won’t kill you. you still think he’s an asshole, but you have to admit you respect how smart he is. might as well drink to that, right?
the rest of the night is a blur. when you come to, you can hardly remember anything, but you’re certain you only had that one drink.
there’s definitely worse things to worry about though, with how you’ve woken up in an exquisite bedroom that is most definitely not yours.
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The pookies are here!!! Omg Nobunaga :3
My hxh fixation is slowly coming back to me 😨
If you saw the old caption no you didn't
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novasdarling · 2 years
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Dark content!!
"Whether it’s because you got too friendly with another Trouper member, or because you’re misbehaving"
OK, but what if Darling was ignoring the phantom members completely? Like even if the phantom women try to make Chrollo's girlfriend open up more, Darling refuses openness
It's like, "These are my kidnappers' friends? then they're my enemies."
–Thank you🌹
I played around with this idea, more with the idea that the reader just wants to be alone. Enjoy the time to relax when they can.
The Friend Of My Enemy
TW: Kidnapping Mentioned, Sort of Stockholm Syndrome, Dubcon Touching, Forced Relationship, Gender Neutral Reader besides the idea of having girlfriends.
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There was noise coming from outside the room, you could hear it, most likely coming from down the hall. It was voices, they were chatting and coming closer. After a few moments you could tell it was the voices of women, it was Pakunoda and Shizuku. You weren't sure what they were saying and you simply didn’t care. Whatever left their mouths meant nothing for you, unless it was a message from Chrollo. Even then, you simply would hear what they had to say and then turn away. As long as you followed Chrollo’s rules, you would be fine. He usually asked one of the women in the troupe to relay a message while he was busy. All you had to do was listen to them and then you could go back to staring out the window or at the ceiling. You would be left alone again. 
“Are you listening?” It was Pakunoda, you must have missed what she said when they had entered. You apologized and asked what she had said. “Chrollo wants to know what you want to eat?” 
That was odd, he never really asked you what you wanted when it came to anything. At most he would get you your favourite without you asking for it. Assuming you’d enjoy it because it’s your favourite or something you like at the moment. You’d be an idiot to pass up on this as puzzling as it was. Letting the girls know what you wanted, giving options he could get you. Worried that he'd take it badly if you didn’t give him some control over this decision. Expecting them to leave after you informed them, you turned back to stare out the window. It was dark outside, all there were, were trees and a fence enclosing the property you were being kept at.  
“We’re not near any sort of town or anything.” It was Shizuku this time, noticing Pakunoda was gone when you glanced over. She was pointing out the surroundings. “Nowhere to go.” 
There it was, she thought you were analyzing a way to escape. Taking in where you were in order to figure out a way to getaway. She couldn’t have been more wrong. You gave up any attempt of escaping months ago, after the second time you got out, he brought you back just to break your legs as punishment. Forcing you to rely on him for everything. You were helpless, completely at his mercy. More so than before. Something you never wished to experience again. 
“I know. My place is with him.” 
Shizuku sat beside you and looked out with you. You wanted her to leave. She had no right to join you in your isolation. This was the only time you ever had alone when Chrollo was busy with work so he let you be for a few hours. Although you could swear he was there with you most of the time, his normal piercing gaze didn’t feel as hot when you were alone. Giving you materials for entertainment. You were used to this, to being alone when you could. Something you had come to enjoy and now she was ruining it. Why now? Occasionally some of the troupe members attempted to communicate with you, but they never bothered to try anything besides a few words here and there. Certainly not sitting down with you.  
“He’ll grab you the first thing you asked for. Says he’ll save the rest for tomorrow.” Pakunoda was back. 
So, you were staying here for at least another full day. Whatever they were doing was taking longer than normal. Perhaps Chrollo would take you out after everything as a treat, as a thank you for being so well behaved. It was a kind gesture he would do occasionally.  
“What are you two looking at?” 
“She keeps staring out the window. Told her there's nowhere to go.” If only they could just shut up. 
“It’s true, no town close enough you could get to before he found you.” 
“No shit. I know.” It was tiring to be told you were stuck again. Especially after you’ve accepted your fate. 
You could feel both of them looking at you. Surprised by your words, you had never been rude to them. Just calmly brushing them off before. Now though, it didn’t matter, even if you did want to leave. You couldn’t, they were right. You wouldn’t be able to get far enough before he found you and dragged you back. It was silent again, you kept your eyes on the window. Looking out at the darkness. Even when you felt both of them move closer to you, you didn’t look at them or talk. Pakunoda had joined you guys, taking a seat near you too. You wished they would leave. To finally leave you alone. They were all murderers and monsters like Chrollo, but at least he seemed to love you. Had somewhat of an interest in taking care of you. They were only loyal to him, tolerating you for him. There was no friendship with them, with any of them. Chrollo had hinted at you to be friendly with them, letting them entertain you. However, it was useless. 
“He loves you. He only wants to make sure you're safe. There’s a lot of danger out there.” 
There it was, you were waiting to see why they seemed so keen on staying with you. It seemed they had a motive. Trying to get you to favour Chrollo more perhaps. Sweet talk him to you as if they were pitching him. It was annoying, they saw how you accepted him. That you barely fought him anymore. Why the sudden switch? You remembered how Chrollo had previously hinted that you take them as your friends, to have more people than just hint to talk to. You had said no before, saying you liked being alone, only earning a laugh from him. As if your words were foolish and wrong. Now you thought you knew why he had laughed, that they would keep trying. In order to keep an eye on you. Be Chrollo’s eyes and ears in case you planned to leave or disobey him. 
“You love him, right?” Shizuku’s words grabbed your attention even more. Making you look at her. 
It took a moment before you put the pieces together. These weren't their own words, no, they were from Chrollo. He was using them to ask you things he knew he couldn’t. Everything you said to them would just be relayed back to him. You could never open up to them, let them know how you felt. Anything you said he would hear. They were loyal to him, not to you.  
As much as you wished to lash out at them, let them know you weren’t friends. If he had something to ask, he could ask himself, but any outburst would be seen as you rejecting him. Instead, you swallowed your words and answered them in a way you knew he would like. Stating that of course, you did, especially after all this time, you realised his kindness and sweetness now. Shizuku smiled, seeming to believe your words, while Pakunoda sreadinto you a bit more. You went back to looking out the window and they seemed to take it as their cue to leave. Letting you be alone again. 
Chrollo hadn't come to you until late that night, you were already curling up on the bed. Believing he wouldn’t come till much later, being proved wrong when he walked in. You both stared at each other for a bit. You wanted to yell at him for sending his members to talk to you, but that was a bad move. Instead, you welcomed him, asking him how his day was as he undressed, pulling the blankets back to welcome him to bed.  
“You seem exhausted my dear.” You nodded, laying your head on his chest when he laid down. “Is that why you were so rude to the girls?” 
So, they had told him what you said and how you acted. That you were annoyed with their presence and words. You were right to assume nothing was safe with them. Apologizing you leaned more into him, hoping your affection would make up for your poor behaviour. After all, it wasn’t him you were cold to, so he shouldn’t be angry, but his grip on you was tight, more than normal. He was upset, you guessed wrong. 
“They only wished to keep you company. You need to show them a better attitude next time. Remember they are my members.” Exactly, his members. 
“I just want to be left alone.” 
Chrollo pulled you closer to him, now having you entirely on him instead of simply having your head resting on his cheat. A hand is placed on your hip to hold you still, while the other is under your chin with his thumb holding you still. Forcing you to look at him. 
“My dear, you’re never truly alone. I’m always there, in one form or another. I’ll always know what you're up to.” He pulled your chin closer to him so he could whisper in your ear. His breath is hot on your skin. “I know you, body and soul my sweet. You’ll never be truly alone again. They don’t tell me things I don’t already know.” Releasing your chin after so you could lean back. “So, I suggest you take the few friends I’ll allow you to have since your only reason not to have them is wanting to be alone and we established that isn't the case.” 
Chrollo grinned at you. Waiting for you to say something, yell at him, disagree with what he’s asking for, but what could you say? You always knew this was the case, that you would never be alone again, but there was always a sliver of hope you could be alone. Away from him, yet his words pointed out the truth, any hope left as you looked at him. Nodding you went back to laying down, staying on him. His hand on your hip refused to let you leave. You didn’t want to look at him, not now so you buried your face in his neck. Tuning him out as he went on about how good it will be to have a diverse group of company. All it was, were people to help him keep an even better eye on you, this wasn’t for you. 
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Mine at First Sight - Yandere! Feitan x Reader
Warnings: Yandere Feitan x Reader, F! Reader, Virginity, Forced Infantilism, Daddy Kink, Kidnapping, mention of collaring reader, mention of noncon/dubcom
Please respect my wishes and do not engage in my work unless you are over the age of eighteen.
Look at you, poor little darling girl. Do you even know what you're getting into? He smiles at the sight of you from across the dining table, your flushed cheeks and shy expression as he grabs your hand when you wave it around for emphasis as you tell him some story. Precious. Absolutely adorable.
He wasn't a fan of dating apps. He also wasn't lonely, and before this had not had a single care about not having a warm body in his bed at night. He hadn't even been the one to message you. That had been Phinks, the other spider snorting at some message you sent him. Feitan had glanced over, accidentally seeing the message you sent in reply to a request for nudes. Oh, how innocently you gave up the information of your inexperience. Phinks wasn't the kind to be interested in slowly guiding virgins who wouldn't even send saucy pics. Feitan normally wasn't either.
He wasn't sure why you enticed him. If he needed a fuck, it was easy enough to procure one in a warm cunt of some whore trying to trade sex for her life. He had to admit he was grateful to Phinks got to ghosting you the second Feitan told him to. The other spider did have a few good laughs over Feitan being in love, but it was worth dealing with in order to not have the headache of fighting another troupe member for your hand.
"I'm done." He announced, halfway through the meal. You stop your giggly tale, face filled with humiliation.
"Oh, um, okay. No problem." He smiles again at your response. Such a delicate thing. He isn't used to finding someone so charming, especially someone so pathetic.
"Get up." He commands, and you look so confused. He doesn't give you time to argue, not wanting to have you recieve a punishment so soon. He instead walks to your side of the table and yanks you up, ignoring your startled gasp. He sat your date next to an exit on purpose, pulling you out the door before any attention is drawn to you.
"Good girl, not screaming," he praises, ignoring the whimper of fear that leaves you. "I hate this dress." You looked pretty, but he had already decided he would be in charge of everything now, including what you wore. And this whorish red dress? It was much too slutty for his princess. He produces a knife, gagging you by shoving fingers down your throat when you open your mouth to protest. You drool around them, as he slices off your dress. The cold air would make you tremble, if you weren't already squirming in fear. He can't resist fucking his fingers further down your throat, as he hauls you to the car.
Shalnark chuckles from the front seat. "Sick man," He calls Feitan with an amused and chipper tone. Feitan sits in the back with you, beginning to dress you in your new outfit as Shalnark begins to speed down the street. He forces you into a top announcing you were, 'Daddy's Princess,' and a soft pair of cotton shorts. You don't notice the words on the shirt yet as you whimper from his manhandling, drool drenching your chin when he finally yanks his fingers from your mouth. He watches in amusement when you realize, your eyes widening in terror.
"Why are you upset?" He asks, as if he doesn't know. He doesn't give you time to answer. "That's what you are now." He licks your drool from his fingers, moaning at the taste of your saliva. You're addicting. If he didn't think he would get grief for it from Shalnark, he would fuck you right now. "Speed up." He tells Shalnark.
"Calm down, she isn't going to disappear!" Shalnark laughs, but obliges him. Feitan holds you close, ignoring the look of horror on your face. When they reach the hideout, he plans on taking your virginity. He's got a pretty pink collar, just for you, and some toys sweet little girls like you like. Feitan knows training you to happily play dolls will take time, but he can't wait.
He can get a warm cunt anywhere, after all. He can cause pain whenever he want to. But his beautiful girl, with those big innocent eyes sparking up at her Daddy? His princess, whining about five more minutes to play with her toys until he shuts her up with his cock? That's something special, just between the two of you. He couldn't wait.
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