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a/n: change of pace from my usual arcane fics, i was thinking about some anime boys and wellβ¦yeah
been a while since iβve watched some of these animes so iβm hoping my picks arenβt too ooc than they already are >.>
enjoy βΈ(ο½‘Λ α΅ Λ )βΈβ‘
cw: dubcon, noncon, nsfw - mdni 18+
his call comes late at night, rousing you from sleep when you hear your ringtone going off.
βo-oh, hey? whatβs up?β
your voice drips like honey, so sweet and slightly rough from being woken up and he just knows youβre rubbing sleep from your watery eyes, none the wiser to what heβs doing on the other end of the line.
he tells you heβs feelingβ¦ah, under the weather and he just needed a friend to talk to but donβt worry if youβre tired! he would absolutely hate to disturb you and heβs already lost too many friends from talking about his feelings.
needless to say, heβs got you hook, line and sinker. he wonβt even be doing much of the talking.
easy prey.
his hand palms over his rock hard dick, itβs been that way since the mere idea of this popped into his head, as he listens to you chatter away about something he couldnβt care less about; he isnβt even trying to hide his breathless panting and the non-stop wetness of his dick, sloppy with precum, thrusting into his tight fist. the tip throbs an angry red as he holds back his release again and again and again just so he can continue getting off to your cute voice.
at some points, you ask him if he can hear some noises too and for a moment his heart stops and he wonders if youβve caught him red handed.
but then he remembers that itβs just you, coddled and blissfully unaware of the sin that surrounds every aspect of life, so all he has to say is that his tv is on in the background and youβre back to talking again. perfect.
his blood is pumping red hot as his strokes grow uncoordinated and even more furious than they were before and he finds himself fighting the urge to ask you what youβre wearing. no thatβs too much, too soon, so he instead chooses to bite down on his lip until the taste of iron fills his mouth. a small price to pay.
βhelloooooo still there?β you call out after ten minutes of him being seemingly unresponsive, assuming heβs finally managed to fall asleep. you donβt bother to end the call, after all you know how comforting it is to sleep with your friend still on the phone after a bad day.
he imagines shoving his dick into your wet mouth mid-sentence, cock growing impossibly harder at the mental sight of your surprised face, you gagging because youβre unaccustomed to a dick his size - scratch that, any dick and all the debauched things he would teach you.
eventually he hears your gentle snores, of course you fell asleep before the main event, throwing his head back and grunting way louder than he did before knowing you definitely wonβt be waking up. his chest heaves and legs shake from the orgasm that overwhelms him and he almost ends the call from the guilt rising inside of him - almost. but then he catches sight of his thick cum splattered right where your contact photo was and his cock twitches as if he didnβt just come seconds ago.
good thing you didnβt end the call; he decides he can have a little more fun with (or without) you - he still feels a bit under the weather, of course.
Rockstar boyfriend takes you on tour with him and his band "Cheap Riot." How could he leave his sexy girlfriend in another city? Especially with all those sluts out there trying to get a piece of his cock. He needs alcohol, drugs, and sex to function. You're his girl. You're always his best fuck. He needs to ram his cock deep inside you to think; that's how his best songs are born.
He fucks you in the back seat of the van, the music is loud, there's laughter and the smell of cigarettes, the rest of the band are high and drinking, groping groupies. They're just inches away from the two of you, your nails dig into the leather seat, and you bite your lip and bury your face in the seat, trying to stifle your moans without much success. His thick cock goes in and out of your pussy again and again, his fat balls slap against your ass, and the swollen veins rub deliciously against your vaginal walls. Your eyes roll back in your head with pleasure.
You moan sharply as he pulls your hair, your scalp burning and tingling, forcing you to stand, your back pressed against his firm chest. His large hand grips your throat, cold rings biting your skin as you tilt your head onto his shoulder. His other hand slides down, gently caressing your skin over your belly until it reaches your pussy, rubbing your bundle of nerves as his cock drills inside you.
He kisses your cheek, his hot breath on your ear, his teeth nipping at your lobe and tugging at it. You moan softly at the tingling that makes your pussy clench, and he laughs before relieving the itch with his tongue. ββDon't hold back your moans, baby, let everyone know you're my whore.β You arch your back as his fingers begin to rub firm circles over your stimulated clit. He kisses your neck, and his hand at your throat tightens as his pleasure grows.
Your eyes roll back, your whole body tenses as his cock hits your sweet spot again and again; Your pussy contracts and throbs, when he bites your neck you come with a sharp moan, he moves his hips with more vigor without stopping rubbing your overstimulated clitoris which makes you writhe in his grip, minutes of torture later he cums your vision goes blurry when he squeezes his hand on your throat, strings of hot and thick semen fill your uterus and flood your inside.
When he finally lets go, you collapse onto the couch, dazed. He pulls his cock out of your used cunt and puts it inside his pants, zips them up, and fastens his bullet belt. He adjusts his hair before turning you around, grabs your panties lying on the floor and pulls them up your legs, his ringed hands resting on your thighs; a wicked smile spreads across his lips.
ββThe best fuck of my life, baby, now I want your sweet moans to be in a song on the new album.β
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Chrollo and his obsession with having you close...
Chrollo loves having you on his lap.
You're sitting in a dingy bar, some old thing in a smaller town, only a few minutes from YorkNew.
It's not fancy or even remotely pretty but it has amazing corner booths, with each table having its own little nook, that makes it so incredibly cozy. The couches too are made of worn-out leather that has definitely seen better times, but you like it.
You're sitting on his lap, arms folded relaxedly on the table.
Across from you, Machi and Pakunoda are discussing a hunter that was being rude to them a few days ago when they were working with him to get some fancy artifact or something for a job (they don't mention that he's five feet under now, you don't need to know that).
The discussion is quickly dissolving into general complaining about people being rude and not showing any respect, especially in public.
You're chirping in every now and then with some story of your own work aquaintances and morning commutes on the train, the two women nodding along, having been in similar situations many times. But mostly, you just listen to them rant.
Chrollo's head is on your shoulder, arms snug around your waist as he listens to the three of you complain. From your place in his lap, you think he might even be drifting off, head heavy on your shoulder, but every now and then, he pulls you closer again or shifts his legs around underneath you, so he should still be awake.
He, of course, is very much awake and very much aware of what is happening around the four of you, guard constantly up, especially in public. But with Machi and Pakunoda across from him and his comfy position behind you, he's content to just rest against you and listen.
From this angle, he's in the perfect position to press little kisses into the side of your neck and he would be lying if he wasn't happily indulging in your scent, head resting right above where you sprayed your perfume earlier, smell mixing with your shampoo and something uniquely yourself.
It's so nice, he thinks, to have you so close, body pressed to his without any thought behind it. At some point you even sneak a hand in his hair and just smoothe your hands through it absentmindedly.
Chrollo thinks this must be what heaven is like, your weight pressing into him, solidifying that you are here even if he closes his eyes.
Reader is ββ Female | Phantom Troupe member
Story is ββ Romantic | Drabbles
Warnings ββ Mentions of torture (not reader)
Chrollo
β¦ ββ It was typical for him to disappear for weeks to months at a time, with none of the Troupe aware of his whereabouts, doing who knows what. Except he always contacted you once a month to meet up.
β¦ ββ Different place every time, but always some kind of book cafe. He would meet you there late in the evening and update you on his dealings and treat it almost akin to a one-sided book club.
β¦ ββ This spot had a nice couch, and you took the opportunity to lie across it, head on one armrest while he sat at the other end, your ankles on his lap. He'd read aloud to you, even if he spotted you drifting off.
"Am I that boring?" Your leader mused, closing the book to rest his chin on his fist, elbow propped on the other armrest. You were fast asleep and had been for a few minutes now.
Once Chrollo was sure he had memorized your sleeping face, he went back to reading his book, held in one hand. His other toyed with the small chain around your ankle, an anklet he had gifted you long ago.
He wouldn't dare rouse you, nor would he let anyone else. Chrollo would sooner kill everyone in the shop if it meant he got an extra moment with you like this.
Feitan
β¦ ββ He's small. He's cold. He's uncomfortable. Feitan has no reason to believe you'd ever go to him for 'comfort'; he is a sea urchin of a human.
β¦ ββ So when he's reading, having just finished torturing the man bleeding out a few meters away and having gotten the intel he wanted, and you slump against him? Yeah, he's surprised!
β¦ ββ When you do wake up, you might catch him practicing some of the words from the book aloud. But once he realizes you're awake, expect his lips to be sealed and to be shoved off him.
"What doing?" He practically spits the words, harsh as always, and throws you a hard side-eye.
You're asleep. How? How on earth could you sleep like this, and with the victim's ugly sobs audible no less? Whatever. You can stay, only because you'd be no use to him deprived of sleep.
You're nice and warm, too.
Hisoka
β¦ ββ Are you sure that's a good idea? It's certain that he wouldn't shy away from contact or find affection gross, but he might not be the safest option.
β¦ ββ At least that is what anyone else would think, but you don't seem to care, because you're fast asleep with your back to his chest.
β¦ ββ Hisoka doesn't seem to care either; he just adapts. He pulls you closer so you don't slump forward and rests his hands on your lap instead. He can still shuffle, even with his arms around you, and he might try to build a card tower on your lap if you're still.
You were always direct with him, telling him to move his arms so you could plop yourself right between his legs and use him like a rest. Still, he didn't expect you to fall asleep.
"How amusing." He poked you a few times, but it didn't gain any reaction, so he continued practicing small card tricks in front of you, even if you wouldn't see.
He has his head resting on your shoulder so he can see his hands as he works and listens closely to every breath you take.
Illumi
β¦ ββ Always as stiff as a board, effective, and calculated. It's insanely hard to get close to Illumi because he always assumes one's actions are for the worst.
β¦ ββ But you're just so disarming. You make every effort to touch himβusually his hairβand never seem offended when he moves away; you just try again. So, Illumi decides it's a waste of time making space between you two.
β¦ ββ You can play with his hair, poke his needles, and fall asleep on him all you want. It's not like it brings him any harm, and why would it matter what you did?
You make him feel weird, and you always do strange stuff, but at least you're predictable while you sleep.
It did leave you vulnerable, though. He thought you were being stupid for resting on him when he could so easily kill you. He would not, no, not ever, but he could.
Illumi is used to being still for hours on end, and so he will amuse your antics for the time being by staying still and allowing you rest. Assassins do not need friends, but allies are good to have, right?
Machi
β¦ ββ Machi keeps her distance from everyone, even those she likes, just to be sure she's ready for anything unexpected. That, and it was harder for the others to tell who she liked.
β¦ ββ But when you two are alone, she stands close, like a guard dog. You want to sleep on her? Yeah, okay, she won't hold still for you, but she'll let you.
β¦ ββ God, you're so in the way of her sewing that she has to run her arm around your waist so she can get around you and keep working. So annoying.
"Seriously?" She mutters under her breath, scoffing at your ridiculousness. There was a bed not more than a few meters away, and you still decided this was the best place?
Who cares? You can sleep wherever you want. So long as you don't ruin her project or tell anyone about this, she'll let you rest.
Pakunoda
β¦ ββ She was friendly, sweet, and alluring. You always commented on the captivating scents of her perfume oil, and she always tried to find one you'd like more than the last.
β¦ ββ Given she always has the relaxing aura about her, especially with you, it seems to finally slip beyond a pleasant feeling into something so gentle you get real tired around her.
β¦ ββ Paku watches you fall asleep in real time, and she gently guides you down until you're resting with your shoulders and head on her lap. She won't touch you any further, but she will admire you.
It was late, and they were still waiting on the rest of the troupe to arrive. Pakunoda methodically polished her revolver, counting each bullet as she locked them in place.
Below her working hands was your resting face, head cushioned from the floor by her thighs. Her eyes traced you every few minutes, making sure you showed no sign of discomfort.
When it was time to wake up, she'd give you a quick kiss on your forehead and nudge you until those pretty eyes opened.
Phinks
β¦ ββ This cocky asshole may act like he's nothing but a fighting machine, but he cares. Yeah, he cares a lot actually, and you're his soft spot.
β¦ ββ You could tell him point blank you're going to sleep on him, and he'd let it happen, but he's glad you did it unexpectedly because he can play it off as if he isn't happy about it.
β¦ ββ He'll wrap both arms around you and hold you close, lie back so you can rest comfortably on him, and do his best not to move too much.
Thank god there was a couch nearby when you fell asleep, because without his track jacket he'd have frozen if you'd both stayed on the floor.
That very jacket is pulled over your shoulders like a blanket, and he's holding you close to steal some of that radiating warmth you let off. His expression remains cold, almost annoyed, but he's still holding on tight.
"You're lucky I'm in a good mood." He says it knowing you won't hear it, mostly to rationalize his affectionate actions as nothing more than chance.
Shalnark
β¦ ββ Out of anyone, he's most likely to have fallen asleep on you before, and he's always opening his arms to envelop you in a hug once he knows you'll accept it.
β¦ ββ So when you finally make yourself comfortable, curling up next to him and resting the side of your head on his lap, he has to stop himself from celebrating.
β¦ ββ There is no shame; Shalnark will let his hand play with your hair and touch your face. He wants to feel you, and it seems to soothe you into an even deeper slumber!
His fingers were careful not to mess up or tangle your hair as he carefully brushed through it, moving his hand to trace the outer edge of your ear and follow your jaw where his thumb could caress your cheek.
Your soft breathing was a sign that he wasn't being a disturbance, so he kept going. Mindlessly memorizing the dips and plush parts of your face while he listened for any small noises you offered.
"Sleep as long as you like." His voice was more soft-spoken than he expected, a smile making its way to his lips. You really did mess with his feelings, huh?
Shizuku
β¦ ββ Not the kind to initiate contact, but also not the kind to shy away from someone else. She is quiet and a great companion for sleep if you want to be watched over the whole time.
β¦ ββ Shizuku is pretty certain you've never just passed out against her, though. She was sure she would remember something so meaningful! That's why this is such a big deal.
β¦ ββ Stares at you the whole time and wonders aloud what you might be dreaming about. She'll ask questions, even if she knows you can't answer.
"Are you asleep?" Her eyes peer at you through her glasses, though the answer is obvious when your breath is moving so slow and you give not an inch of a reply.
"Did you not rest well last night?" This time, her hand lifts to hold the side of your head and pull you against her more, making sure you're at least a bit more comfortable.
"If it's okay, I won't wake you up." She could, but she doesn't really feel like it. She likes you anyways, so you should make sure to sleep extra long so she can enjoy it!
Uvogin
β¦ ββ Ah, yes, this is certainly not the first time you would have fallen asleep on him. Uvo is big, warm, and well-cushioned. He naps all the time while being forced to wait on orders, too.
β¦ ββ But in the middle of a mission, while you're in the getaway car and being chased down? He barely feels it when you lean against him, but when he tosses a glance your way, he can't help but chuckle at your carelessness.
β¦ ββ You're moved to his lap, both to make more room for the others and so he can shield you from any stray bullets or if the car takes a tumble.
"You're crazy." He says it with a grin, because quite frankly he likes that about you.
Watching you rest as if you're in a safe haven, and watching you cling to him, is extremely amusing. You're nowhere near this clingy when you're awake, so he's going to savour it!
Even as the car comes to a screeching halt, you don't wake. So Uvogin takes it upon himself to sling you over his shoulder and fight one-handed! He's extra vicious because he's gotta make sure Sleeping Beauty gets her rest.
Author's Note | Genuinely I love each and every one of these guys so much that it is criminal. There is no favouritism because I LOVE THEM ALL DEEPLY. Please enjoy, dearest reader.
