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. ❝—Don't hold back your moans, baby, let everyone know you're my whore.❞ 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.

❝—The best fuck of my life, baby, now I want your sweet moans to be in a song on the new album.❞

→ KISS ANALYSIS!

[synopsis]: an analysis of the hxh boy’s methods of kissing you (˶ˆᗜˆ˵)

[characters]: kurapika kurta, killua zoldyck, gon freecss, illumi zoldyck, chrollo lucilfer, feitan porter

[notes]: super fluffy!! i am currently feeding my huuugee hxh hyperfixation right now so enjoy

KURAPIKA KURTA

our dear kurapika is a very respectful man!! and this respect stands out tenfold when you finally get together

kurapika’s kisses are mostly placed upon your hands, whether its your palms, your knuckles or your pulse point

it feels so intimate to him, and he feels like he is truly expressing the affection he feels for you

initiating a kiss on the lips is rare for him, simply because there’s still a part of him trying to respect your non-existent boundaries, but — he will never shy away from receiving a kiss from you

he carries around some exaggerated responsibility to express his immense appreciation for the hands that care for him and show him so much love every day

KILLUA ZOLDYCK

i didn’t need to think about this one at all, killua’s main route when it comes to kissing you is your nose

it’s quick, simple, and not overwhelmingly intimate — which is perfect for him, because it lets him show affection without feeling exposed or embarrassed

there’s something about the way your nose scrunches after he kisses it that makes him feel like he’s being let into a part of you nobody else gets to see

he’ll act so casual about it too, like leaning in to kiss your nose was no big deal, but everyone can see how pink his ears get every single time

GON FREECSS

his natural instinct, every single time, is to kiss you right on the forehead

to him, a forehead kiss is the warmest kind of affection: it’s grounding, protective, and full of that bright, uncomplicated love he carries for you

he’ll do it without thinking, too — greeting you, saying goodbye, pulling you into a hug, or even just walking past you, he’ll lean in and press a soft kiss right to your forehead like it’s second nature

it’s his favorite place because it feels like he’s pouring warmth straight into you, like he’s giving you a piece of his endless sunshine every time his lips touch your skin

ILLUMI ZOLDYCK

illumi isn’t someone who understands affection the way most people do, so the place he chooses to kiss you ends up being strangely intimate in a very him kind of way — he gravitates toward the side of your neck

it’s not meant to be seductive or dramatic; to him, your neck is simply a vulnerable spot, and placing a kiss there feels like a silent exchange of trust he doesn’t know how to verbalize

the gesture is always slow and deliberate, almost clinical at first, like he’s memorizing your pulse through his lips, but it carries a depth of feeling he doesn’t realize he’s revealing

he doesn’t kiss often, but when he does, the quiet press of his lips against your neck says everything he can’t, and it lingers in that eerie, gentle way that only illumi can manage

CHROLLO LUCILFER

chrollo’s go-to place to kiss you is your temple, right between your brows

there’s something almost reverent about it to him — it’s quiet, steady, and intimate in a way that doesn’t demand anything from you

he likes that it makes you instinctively close your eyes, like you’re trusting him without even thinking about it

he kisses you there most often when he’s leaving, when he’s returning, or when he simply wants to reassure you without interrupting whatever you’re doing

it’s subtle, but it’s the kind of affection that lingers; his lips warm against your skin for just a moment too long, as if he’s silently claiming you as someone precious

FEITAN PORTOR

feitan’s go-to place to kiss you is the underside of your jaw, right where it meets your neck

he likes that it makes you tilt your head just a little, giving him access without words; that tiny movement feels like trust, and he pays attention to it more than he lets on

the spot is vulnerable but not overly tender, which fits him perfectly — intimate without being soft in a way that would make him feel exposed

he prefers it because he can hide the affection behind the angle; it looks like he’s just leaning in or speaking low, but really he’s stealing a kiss you’ll feel for the rest of the day

pervy man x innocent reader blurb

a/n: change of pace from my usual arcane fics, i was thinking about some anime boys and well…yeah

been a while since i’ve watched some of these animes so i’m hoping my picks aren’t too ooc than they already are >.>

enjoy ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

cw: dubcon, noncon, nsfw - mdni 18+

his call comes late at night, rousing you from sleep when you hear your ringtone going off.

“o-oh, hey? what’s up?”

your voice drips like honey, so sweet and slightly rough from being woken up and he just knows you’re rubbing sleep from your watery eyes, none the wiser to what he’s doing on the other end of the line.

he tells you he’s feeling…ah, under the weather and he just needed a friend to talk to but don’t worry if you’re tired! he would absolutely hate to disturb you and he’s already lost too many friends from talking about his feelings.

needless to say, he’s got you hook, line and sinker. he won’t even be doing much of the talking.

easy prey.

Watching his fingers pump in and out of you after he’s stuff you full of their cum.

“Don’t you waste a single drop…”

He coos so softly, placing a kiss on your belly as he keeps your plump thighs open. Your pussy is gushing, you’re about to cum again!

“Ah… it’s coming out, I’m gonna have to fill you up again, aren’t I? We need to make sure it takes…”

And so he pressed the head of his cock against your pussy again. You already feel so full…

But he’s going to make sure you end up with a cute baby bump~

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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.