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☽｡⋆ irene , twenty , anime lover , space enthusiast , itachi’s boo ♡︎

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my constellation map

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astrophilia

(n.) rare love and obsession with planets, stars, and outer space.

WORK IN PROGRESS!!

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trust i got yall fr 💯💯💯

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blurred visions

blurred visions extended

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make him moan

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✮⋆˙ stretching with gojo gone wrong

you were supposed to be stretching after training. emphasis on supposed to. gojo was sitting behind you on the mat, long legs bracketing your sides while you leaned forward into a hamstring stretch.

“you’re stiff,” he says casually, his palms pressing lightly against your back to push you forward.

“gee, thanks,” you say, voice dry, but you feel the way his fingers trail a little lower than necessary.

“no, seriously,” he laughs. “your form’s good, but you’ve gotta loosen up more. here” he leans forward so his chest is brushing your back, voice low near your ear. “breathe in. and out.”

you do, but it’s hard to focus when his hands are resting at your hips now, thumbs rubbing small circles like he’s not even thinking about it.

“gojo,” you warn, but it comes out softer than you meant.

“what?” he says, all innocent, even though you can feel the faint curve of his smile against your shoulder. “just making sure you’re relaxed.”

he helps you sit upright again, but instead of giving you space, he stays close, one hand still on your hip while the other tucks a piece of hair behind your ear.

“you’re warm,” he says out of nowhere, eyes flicking down to your mouth.

“that’s what happens when people work out,” you mutter, but your pulse jumps when his hand slides a little higher along your side.

“mm, maybe,” he hums. “but i think it’s because of me.”

you turn your head to glare at him, but his face is right there, grin soft but a little too knowing.

“you’re insufferable,” you say, but it doesn’t stop you from leaning in when he tilts forward.

the kiss starts slow, lazy, like he’s giving you space to pull away not that you plan to. his hand settles at your waist, guiding you just close enough that your legs brush and you can feel the heat radiating from him through your clothes.

when he finally leans back, his eyes are brighter, his lips pulling into that faint, crooked smile. “better?”

“you’re so full of yourself,” you say, but it’s quieter this time.

he shrugs. “and yet, you’re still here.”

before you can respond, he kisses you again, deeper this time, his tongue brushing yours in a way that makes you sigh against him. his fingers toy with the hem of your shirt, waiting for the smallest nod before slipping underneath.

his touch is slow, dragging over your stomach like he’s trying to map you out from memory. he grazes over the sides of your ribs, up just under your bra, then back down again, like he’s testing how long you’ll let him tease before you break.

“gojo,” you mumble, half warning, half plea.

“mm?” his tone is innocent, but the way his thumb strokes just under the swell of your breast is anything but. “you wanted to stretch, right? i’m just… expanding the session.”

you laugh despite yourself, but it turns into a sharp inhale when he finally lets his palm cup you through your bra, giving the lightest squeeze before leaning down to kiss along your jaw.

he shifts, lowering you to the mat, but it’s unhurried, his body hovering over yours, hair falling forward as his lips wander down your neck. he stops every so often to suck lightly at your skin, enough to make you shiver without leaving marks.

his hand drifts to your thigh, sliding up under your shorts until his fingers are just brushing the crease where your leg meets your hip.

“already warm here too,” he murmurs, eyes flicking up to yours with a little smile.

your breath hitches when his fingers slip beneath your shorts, over your panties, rubbing slow, lazy circles that make your hips twitch.

“feels good?” he asks, voice lower now.

you nod, but he doesn’t speed up. if anything, he slows down, his touch maddeningly light.

“you’re twitchy,” he says, grinning. “cute.”

he keeps it up until you’re squirming, your breaths coming faster, and only then does he push your shorts down. the cool air hits you for all of two seconds before he’s pressing his mouth to your inner thigh, kissing up, deliberately skipping where you want him most.

“gojo,” you whisper, your hand finding his hair.

“what?” he hums against your skin. “i’m savoring.”

and he does, kisses everywhere but there, until you groan his name and he finally takes pity on you. his tongue slides against you, slow and deliberate, and your hips jerk instantly.

he laughs softly into you. “that good?”

you can only nod, your fingers tightening in his hair as he licks deeper, his thumb pressing to your clit and rubbing in small, steady circles.

it’s overwhelming, his mouth, his fingers, the way he keeps glancing up at you like he’s memorizing your face.

“that’s it,” he murmurs, working you until your legs are trembling and you’re spilling over the edge, his name spilling from your lips.

he licks you clean before pulling back, eyes dark but still playful.

“still tense,” he says lightly, already tugging his sweats down.

he crawls back over you, lining himself up, the tip of his cock sliding against you in a slow glide that makes your breath catch.

“okay?” he asks, his voice softer now.

you nod, and he pushes in slowly, his eyes fluttering shut for a second as he bottoms out.

“fuck… you feel incredible,” he breathes, giving you a moment before moving.

his thrusts start slow, deep, making you feel every inch, his hand resting on your thigh to keep you open for him.

he kisses you between movements, murmuring soft praises, “so good,” “just like that,” “you’re perfect,” each one making your stomach tighten.

the pace builds gradually, his hips rolling into yours harder now, your nails digging into his shoulders.

“gojo…” you gasp, and he tilts his forehead to yours, watching your face as his thumb finds your clit again.

“come with me,” he says, his voice warm but urgent.

your climax hits hard, your body clenching around him, and he groans, hips stuttering before he follows, burying himself deep and holding you there.

you grin up at him, still trying to steady your breathing. “thought we were supposed to be stretching.”

his smirk turns downright smug. “we were… i just had you stretching around me instead.”

your face heats instantly, and you swat at his chest, but he just laughs, stealing another quick kiss. “best warm-up ever,” he murmurs, settling beside you like he’s not planning to move for a while.

[spaceyboo]

ban

meliodas

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feitan

illumi

hisoka

chrollo

kurapika

leorio

gon

killua

nsfw drabbles

☆ can’t handle their size

adult trio fics

☆ reacting to you in lingerie

☆ jealous sex

[spaceyboo]

Blurred visions (extended)

this is just a longer version of my drabble "Blurred visions" hope you enjoy :))

ban had been loud the moment y’all walked in.

loud in the way his laugh echoed over the music, loud in the way he threw his arm around your waist with a proud “ain’t she the prettiest fuckin’ thing in here?” to anyone who got too close. loud when he smacked your ass and yelled something dumb like, “that one’s mine, got it? look again and i’ll knock your fuckin’ teeth out.”

you should’ve known the night would turn into a show.

drunk ban wasn’t soft. he was intense, cocky, a little messy, and so damn loud, to the point that you kept apologizing for him with every passing drink he downed. but he was also incredibly handsy, incredibly vocal about how much he wanted you, and so clearly gone for you that it almost didn’t matter how chaotic he got.

almost.

like when some guy dropped his wallet near your feet, bent to grab it, and ban immediately shoved him back with a growl.

“thought you were peekin’ up her fuckin’ dress, asshole.”

you had to physically wedge yourself between them, shoving ban back by the chest with a “ban. chill. he wasn’t looking.”

he huffed. “still too damn close.”

once the drama passed, ban was all over you again, pulling you toward the dance floor. he swayed like an idiot to whatever beat was playing, but it wasn’t dancing, not really. he just gripped your ass shamelessly, swaying lazily side to side, face buried in your neck like no one else existed.

“you smell so good,” he muttered into your skin, breath hot, voice slurred. “could fuckin’ drown in you, y’know that?”

you rolled your eyes, “you said we were dancing.”

“we are.” he squeezed your ass tighter. “dancin’ with my baby. makin’ everyone jealous.”

he kissed up your neck, tongue wet, messy. you could already feel his cock pressed firm against your hip and when you reached behind you to swat him off, he groaned.

“don’t tease,” he whispered. “i’m already thinkin’ about how good that pussy’s gonna taste with a shot of whiskey on my tongue. let’s take a shot together ”

you elbowed him. “hell no, someone’s gotta be sober to drive.”

“buzzkill,” he grinned, then leaned close and kissed the corner of your mouth, sticky and sweet with liquor. 

minutes later, you found yourself back at the bar, ban laughing too loud, tossing coins like candy and slurring, “drinks on me! all of ‘em! i love you bastards!”

you smacked his hand. “ban. you are not buying the entire club drinks”

“why not?” he said, grinning at you like a fool. “i’m in love, i’m drunk, and my girl’s the hottest fuckin’ thing in the world.”

it wasn’t long before he pulled you into his lap in one of the corner booths. you were sitting back against his chest, his arms wrapped tight around your waist, face buried against your shoulder as he whispered

“love you, baby. love you so much i could fuckin’ cry.”

he kissed your neck slowly. tender at first. then hungrier. his hips rolled just once beneath you, and you felt him. hard. big. desperate.

his voice dropped lower.

“you’ve got no idea what you do to me. can smell you every time you shift on my lap. wanna fuck you right here, i swear”

“ban.” you tried to sound serious. you really did. but the way he was rocking his hips just a little, the way his teeth grazed your skin and his cock throbbed against your ass, you were melting.

he chuckled, drunk and dark. “y’know what? fuck this place. i’m takin’ you home.”

he didn’t mean home.

backseat. club lot. windows fogged up and seat reclined.

you barely had time to breathe before ban was pulling your dress over your head and throwing it in the front seat. his mouth was on your stomach, trailing kisses down to your soaked panties. he licked over the fabric with a slow, lazy swipe of his tongue.

“ban, don’t tease.”

“i’m not.” he looked up, face flushed and dangerous. “i’m starving.”

he ripped your panties with a growl and buried his face between your legs like he was dying for it. licking, sucking, moaning, his tongue everywhere, sloppy and wild and so fuckin’ loud. he was grinding into the seat like your taste was driving him insane.

“you taste like heaven, baby,” he slurred, “fuckin’ addicted.”

he added one finger. then two. curling them perfectly as his mouth sucked on your clit, tongue flicking hard and fast.

your legs were shaking, already close.

“go ahead,” he murmured, voice dripping with honey. “squirt on my fuckin’ face, baby. soak me.”

and you did. legs twitching, hips bucking, your juices spraying all over his tongue and chin. ban groaned so loud it vibrated your whole damn soul.

he didn’t stop. licked you through it. moaned into it.

“never seen you shake like that,” he grinned, face slick. “gonna make you do it again.”

he towered over you, licking his lips, cock rock hard as he lined himself up. he looked into your eyes and slammed into you in one forceful thrust.

your breath left your lungs.

“fuuuck,” he hissed, voice broken. “you’re squeezin’ me like you missed me.”

he fucked you hard. fast. messy. slamming into you with a rhythm only a drunk, feral man in love could manage. your moans filled the car. his mouth found yours, hot and sticky with desperation. you couldn’t even kiss him back. just moaned into his mouth, overwhelmed.

he pulled back, looking at you under the streetlight bleeding in through the fogged window. “so fuckin’ pretty. keep squeezin’ me like that, and i’m gonna, fuck, baby, you’re gonna make me cum.”

you pulled him close, legs locking around him. “don’t stop. please, don’t stop.”

“gonna cum with me?” he whispered, slurring it. “together, yeah? that’s my girl.”

you came again. screaming. soaking his cock. he groaned loud, spilling inside you, holding still as you both rode it out.

but he didn’t stop.

not for more than a minute.

he was still hard.

still drunk.

still so in love.

“you can take it, baby,” he whispered against your lips. “let me fuck you stupid.”

and he did.

fucked you until your legs shook again. until you cried from overstimulation. until his kisses got sloppier and his moans louder and your name was all he could say.

over. and over. and over.

[spaceyboo]

Blurred visions (extended)

this is just a longer version of my drabble "Blurred visions" hope you enjoy :))

ban had been loud the moment y’all walked in.

loud in the way his laugh echoed over the music, loud in the way he threw his arm around your waist with a proud “ain’t she the prettiest fuckin’ thing in here?” to anyone who got too close. loud when he smacked your ass and yelled something dumb like, “that one’s mine, got it? look again and i’ll knock your fuckin’ teeth out.”

you should’ve known the night would turn into a show.

drunk ban wasn’t soft. he was intense, cocky, a little messy, and so damn loud, to the point that you kept apologizing for him with every passing drink he downed. but he was also incredibly handsy, incredibly vocal about how much he wanted you, and so clearly gone for you that it almost didn’t matter how chaotic he got.

almost.

like when some guy dropped his wallet near your feet, bent to grab it, and ban immediately shoved him back with a growl.

“thought you were peekin’ up her fuckin’ dress, asshole.”

you had to physically wedge yourself between them, shoving ban back by the chest with a “ban. chill. he wasn’t looking.”

he huffed. “still too damn close.”

once the drama passed, ban was all over you again, pulling you toward the dance floor. he swayed like an idiot to whatever beat was playing, but it wasn’t dancing, not really. he just gripped your ass shamelessly, swaying lazily side to side, face buried in your neck like no one else existed.

“you smell so good,” he muttered into your skin, breath hot, voice slurred. “could fuckin’ drown in you, y’know that?”

you rolled your eyes, “you said we were dancing.”

“we are.” he squeezed your ass tighter. “dancin’ with my baby. makin’ everyone jealous.”

he kissed up your neck, tongue wet, messy. you could already feel his cock pressed firm against your hip and when you reached behind you to swat him off, he groaned.

“don’t tease,” he whispered. “i’m already thinkin’ about how good that pussy’s gonna taste with a shot of whiskey on my tongue. let’s take a shot together ”

you elbowed him. “hell no, someone’s gotta be sober to drive.”

“buzzkill,” he grinned, then leaned close and kissed the corner of your mouth, sticky and sweet with liquor. 

minutes later, you found yourself back at the bar, ban laughing too loud, tossing coins like candy and slurring, “drinks on me! all of ‘em! i love you bastards!”

you smacked his hand. “ban. you are not buying the entire club drinks”

“why not?” he said, grinning at you like a fool. “i’m in love, i’m drunk, and my girl’s the hottest fuckin’ thing in the world.”

it wasn’t long before he pulled you into his lap in one of the corner booths. you were sitting back against his chest, his arms wrapped tight around your waist, face buried against your shoulder as he whispered

“love you, baby. love you so much i could fuckin’ cry.”

he kissed your neck slowly. tender at first. then hungrier. his hips rolled just once beneath you, and you felt him. hard. big. desperate.

his voice dropped lower.

“you’ve got no idea what you do to me. can smell you every time you shift on my lap. wanna fuck you right here, i swear”

“ban.” you tried to sound serious. you really did. but the way he was rocking his hips just a little, the way his teeth grazed your skin and his cock throbbed against your ass, you were melting.

he chuckled, drunk and dark. “y’know what? fuck this place. i’m takin’ you home.”

he didn’t mean home.

backseat. club lot. windows fogged up and seat reclined.

you barely had time to breathe before ban was pulling your dress over your head and throwing it in the front seat. his mouth was on your stomach, trailing kisses down to your soaked panties. he licked over the fabric with a slow, lazy swipe of his tongue.

“ban, don’t tease.”

“i’m not.” he looked up, face flushed and dangerous. “i’m starving.”

he ripped your panties with a growl and buried his face between your legs like he was dying for it. licking, sucking, moaning, his tongue everywhere, sloppy and wild and so fuckin’ loud. he was grinding into the seat like your taste was driving him insane.

“you taste like heaven, baby,” he slurred, “fuckin’ addicted.”

he added one finger. then two. curling them perfectly as his mouth sucked on your clit, tongue flicking hard and fast.

your legs were shaking, already close.

“go ahead,” he murmured, voice dripping with honey. “squirt on my fuckin’ face, baby. soak me.”

and you did. legs twitching, hips bucking, your juices spraying all over his tongue and chin. ban groaned so loud it vibrated your whole damn soul.

he didn’t stop. licked you through it. moaned into it.

“never seen you shake like that,” he grinned, face slick. “gonna make you do it again.”

he towered over you, licking his lips, cock rock hard as he lined himself up. he looked into your eyes and slammed into you in one forceful thrust.

your breath left your lungs.

“fuuuck,” he hissed, voice broken. “you’re squeezin’ me like you missed me.”

he fucked you hard. fast. messy. slamming into you with a rhythm only a drunk, feral man in love could manage. your moans filled the car. his mouth found yours, hot and sticky with desperation. you couldn’t even kiss him back. just moaned into his mouth, overwhelmed.

he pulled back, looking at you under the streetlight bleeding in through the fogged window. “so fuckin’ pretty. keep squeezin’ me like that, and i’m gonna, fuck, baby, you’re gonna make me cum.”

you pulled him close, legs locking around him. “don’t stop. please, don’t stop.”

“gonna cum with me?” he whispered, slurring it. “together, yeah? that’s my girl.”

you came again. screaming. soaking his cock. he groaned loud, spilling inside you, holding still as you both rode it out.

but he didn’t stop.

not for more than a minute.

he was still hard.

still drunk.

still so in love.

“you can take it, baby,” he whispered against your lips. “let me fuck you stupid.”

and he did.

fucked you until your legs shook again. until you cried from overstimulation. until his kisses got sloppier and his moans louder and your name was all he could say.

over. and over. and over.

[spaceyboo]

Can I request Feitan and Kurapika with an s/o who can't handle their size and begs for only the tip? (nsfw please!!)

ofc annonie!! sorry for the wait, hope you enjoy :))

feitan

you didn’t expect him to be this big. just feeling him press against your entrance had your thighs shaking and breath catching.

he didn’t say anything, just stared down at you, amused. that cruel little smirk tugged at his mouth as you squirmed.

“too much?” his voice was low, almost mocking.

“just the tip,” you gasped, hands gripping the sheets. “i can’t take all of it yet- please.”

feitan didn’t argue. he just pushed in, barely. the thick head of him stretched you open, your back arching. it wasn’t even an inch, but it felt like everything.

your body clenched around him instantly, a sharp sound slipping from your lips.

he didn’t move. just watched. cold, controlled, like he could stay there all night if he wanted. and maybe he would.

then he pulled out slowly and pushed right back to where he’d been. again. and again.

you whimpered, head tilting back, thighs trembling.

“tight,” he muttered, more to himself. “yet still asking for more.”

he wasn’t wrong. your hips moved before you could think, wanting more of him. but he didn’t give it. he just held you open, fed you tiny, shallow thrusts of just the tip, like you asked. each one a little deeper, a little slower, until you were soaking and wrecked from nothing.

you were begging in seconds. for more. for all of it. and feitan just kept going like he had all the time in the world.

kurapika

he was gentle, but big. too big. and as soon as he started pushing in, you froze.

“wait—just the tip,” you breathed out, clinging to him. “i can’t take it.”

he stopped immediately, his body stiff, breath shaky. the head of him was inside you, thick and hot and already stretching you painfully wide.

he swallowed hard, face flushed, voice low and tight.

“like this?”

you nodded, even though your legs were already shaking. just the tip had you clenching around him like he was buried all the way.

he stayed still for a moment, forehead pressed to yours, trying not to move.

but he did. a slow pull back, then he pushed in again. still shallow, still careful, but every drag of him made your toes curl.

kurapika groaned low in his throat, control hanging by a thread. he started moving again, barely thrusting, but enough to make your body light up.

“i shouldn’t…” he whispered to himself.

but he didn’t stop.

each stroke was deeper, a little more daring, until your body stopped resisting and started wanting. needing. you couldn’t help it anymore, your hips rolled up into his, and your moan was desperate.

“more,” you begged. “don’t hold back anymore.”

he didn’t.

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just thinking about geto eating you out for the first time like. he wouldn’t even rush. he’d be so fucking calm about it it’s insane. like he’d kiss down your thighs and just be talking the whole time like “you nervous?” with that smug lil smile and then immediately after say “don’t be. you’re gonna love this.” AND YOU WOULD.

his voice would drop when he sees how wet you already are and he’d just mumble a soft “fuck, you’re beautiful” before dragging his tongue through it slow like he’s tasting something he’s been craving forever. and it’s the way he doesn’t stop looking up at you, doesn’t break eye contact for a second even as you’re falling apart on his mouth.

“mm, there it is. that’s the sound i wanted.”

“you’re so sensitive, baby… i haven’t even gotten started yet.”

“just relax, let me take care of you.”

like HE’S the one doing you a favor but acting like you’re the one spoiling him and you’re just laying there with your legs shaking while he praises the fuck outta you

“you’re perfect like this.”

“gonna make you cum on my tongue, and then i’m gonna do it again.”

and you know he would too. smug, messy, slow. like he’s trying to ruin every future orgasm you ever have that isn’t with him.

should i make this longer yall

[spaceyboo]

Can I request Feitan and Kurapika with an s/o who can't handle their size and begs for only the tip? (nsfw please!!)

ofc annonie!! sorry for the wait, hope you enjoy :))

feitan

you didn’t expect him to be this big. just feeling him press against your entrance had your thighs shaking and breath catching.

he didn’t say anything, just stared down at you, amused. that cruel little smirk tugged at his mouth as you squirmed.

“too much?” his voice was low, almost mocking.

“just the tip,” you gasped, hands gripping the sheets. “i can’t take all of it yet- please.”

feitan didn’t argue. he just pushed in, barely. the thick head of him stretched you open, your back arching. it wasn’t even an inch, but it felt like everything.

your body clenched around him instantly, a sharp sound slipping from your lips.

he didn’t move. just watched. cold, controlled, like he could stay there all night if he wanted. and maybe he would.

then he pulled out slowly and pushed right back to where he’d been. again. and again.

you whimpered, head tilting back, thighs trembling.

“tight,” he muttered, more to himself. “yet still asking for more.”

he wasn’t wrong. your hips moved before you could think, wanting more of him. but he didn’t give it. he just held you open, fed you tiny, shallow thrusts of just the tip, like you asked. each one a little deeper, a little slower, until you were soaking and wrecked from nothing.

you were begging in seconds. for more. for all of it. and feitan just kept going like he had all the time in the world.

kurapika

he was gentle, but big. too big. and as soon as he started pushing in, you froze.

“wait—just the tip,” you breathed out, clinging to him. “i can’t take it.”

he stopped immediately, his body stiff, breath shaky. the head of him was inside you, thick and hot and already stretching you painfully wide.

he swallowed hard, face flushed, voice low and tight.

“like this?”

you nodded, even though your legs were already shaking. just the tip had you clenching around him like he was buried all the way.

he stayed still for a moment, forehead pressed to yours, trying not to move.

but he did. a slow pull back, then he pushed in again. still shallow, still careful, but every drag of him made your toes curl.

kurapika groaned low in his throat, control hanging by a thread. he started moving again, barely thrusting, but enough to make your body light up.

“i shouldn’t…” he whispered to himself.

but he didn’t stop.

each stroke was deeper, a little more daring, until your body stopped resisting and started wanting. needing. you couldn’t help it anymore, your hips rolled up into his, and your moan was desperate.

“more,” you begged. “don’t hold back anymore.”

he didn’t.

[spaceyboo]

just thinking about geto eating you out for the first time like. he wouldn’t even rush. he’d be so fucking calm about it it’s insane. like he’d kiss down your thighs and just be talking the whole time like “you nervous?” with that smug lil smile and then immediately after say “don’t be. you’re gonna love this.” AND YOU WOULD.

his voice would drop when he sees how wet you already are and he’d just mumble a soft “fuck, you’re beautiful” before dragging his tongue through it slow like he’s tasting something he’s been craving forever. and it’s the way he doesn’t stop looking up at you, doesn’t break eye contact for a second even as you’re falling apart on his mouth.

“mm, there it is. that’s the sound i wanted.”

“you’re so sensitive, baby… i haven’t even gotten started yet.”

“just relax, let me take care of you.”

like HE’S the one doing you a favor but acting like you’re the one spoiling him and you’re just laying there with your legs shaking while he praises the fuck outta you

“you’re perfect like this.”

“gonna make you cum on my tongue, and then i’m gonna do it again.”

and you know he would too. smug, messy, slow. like he’s trying to ruin every future orgasm you ever have that isn’t with him.

should i make this longer yall

[spaceyboo]

I'd be very happy if we have a jealous sex with adult trio hxh 🥰😋

[SEPERATE] chrollo x reader, hisoka x reader, illumi x reader

content warning 18+: teasing, rough s3x, oral (fem), overstimulation, doggy, standing s3x, manhandling, d3gradation, creampie, fing3ring, hair pulling, possessiveness

word count: 2k

author's note: long time no see guys!! school has been kicking my ass and i apologize for the wait anon😓, hope you enjoy :))

๋࣭ ⭑ chrollo

your body jolted forward with the sheer force of his thrust, a gasp catching in your throat as your fingers curled tight into the sheets. the sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, raw and unrelenting. chrollo gripped your hips tighter, fingers digging into the soft flesh, pulling you back onto him again with a roughness that spoke louder than anything he could say.

“you looked real friendly with him tonight,” he growled into your ear, voice low. his chest hovered over your back, breath hot against your neck.

“touching his arm like that, laughing at everything he said…” another brutal thrust rocked through you, making your body jerk forward again, stealing your breath and voice. “were you trying to get my attention?”

“i—i was just being nice,” you stammered, breathless and trembling, though it was hard to speak at all when he was fucking you so deep. his hand suddenly tangled into your hair, “don’t lie to me, you think i don’t notice when you act like that?”

you whimpered again, helpless, your knees beginning to buckle under the force of his dominance and your own overwhelming sensation. “i swear, it didn’t mean anything…”

“didn’t mean anything?” he repeated with a sharp tsk, before slamming his hips forward in a punishing rhythm. each stroke hit deeper than the last, hitting that spot that made your eyes roll back. you clawed at the sheets, your thighs trembling. “he’s just my friend,” you gasped out, your voice cracked and shaky. “he’s nothing to me.”

“i saw the way he looked at you,” chrollo snarled, his pace never faltering. “he wanted you.” he shifted his angle, hips snapping forward with such precision that you screamed his name. “but he doesn’t get to touch you. he doesn’t get to see this. you belong to me.”

he drove into you harder, grinding his cock into you so deep it made your entire body quake. “you’re mine,” he hissed, his voice right at your ear now, dark with possessiveness.

he stilled for a moment, his cock throbbing inside you. his chest pressed fully to your back, keeping you pinned under the weight of him as his hand slid around your front, seeking out your clit with ease. “you feel that?” he whispered, breathless. “that’s mine. this body’s mine.”

he resumed his thrusts, slower now, but each one deliberate, each one grinding into you until you were a mess beneath him. his fingers circled your clit, soft at first, then faster as your walls began to flutter around him. your moans spilled out uncontrollably. “chrollo—please—gonna come—”

“then come for me,” he purred, lips brushing against your jaw as he kept the pressure on your clit. “show me who this pussy belongs to.” your body tightened, pleasure exploding in your core. you came hard around him, your vision blurring, back arching as you sobbed his name. “fuck—chrollo—”

he groaned into your neck, hips stuttering. “that’s it, baby. good girl,” he breathed. “milking my cock like you were made for it.” but he wasn’t done.

even as you shook with the aftermath of your orgasm, he pulled out just slightly before slamming back in again, chasing his own high now. you whimpered from the overstimulation, but it only made him groan louder, his voice rough. “you think anyone else could make you feel like this?” he rasped, nipping at your ear. “no one else knows this body like i do. no one else fucks you like i do.”

your eyes fluttered shut, lips parted as you tried to form a reply, but all you could do was whine for him, pushing your hips back to meet his thrusts even though your thighs trembled with exhaustion. his release came with a guttural moan, his cock pulsing deep inside you as he spilled into your trembling cunt. he held you tight to him, his hand still clutching your hip as he rode the aftershocks of his orgasm.

when he finally stilled, he didn’t pull out. he stayed buried inside, hand smoothing over your stomach as he exhaled.

“you don’t need anyone else’s attention,” he murmured against your skin. “you’ve got all of mine.”

๋࣭ ⭑ hisoka

you barely had time to react before you were pinned against the cool surface of the bathroom counter. hisoka’s body pressing against yours from behind, trapping you in place. his hands slid down your sides, slow and deliberate, as if savoring the feel of your body trembling beneath him.

“you’ve been spending so much time with him lately,” he purred, voice dangerously low.

“your little friend… what’s his name again?” he mocked, fingers lazily pushing your panties to the side like they were nothing but an afterthought. you opened your mouth to respond, confused, embarrassed, flushed with guilt you didn’t even understand, but his fingers slid lower, silencing you before a single word could form.

“mm-mm. don’t answer,” he cooed, lips brushing your neck now, letting his tongue flick against your skin. “i really don't care.” his tongue licked your heated skin just enough to make your knees buckle slightly. he chuckled darkly at your body’s reaction, his other hand pressing into the small of your back, forcing your hips to arch just the way he liked.

“look at that,” he whispered. “you’re already shaking.” you shivered, both from his touch and the humiliating flush creeping up your face. the mirror reflected everything, your parted lips, the way your eyes fluttered when his hand dipped between your thighs.

“you think he looks at you like this?” he murmured, slowly circling your clit with the pad of his finger, with eager gentleness. “think he imagines you moaning his name like you do mine?”

your legs trembled as your body reacted, a needy whimper escaping before you could stop it. he smiled at the sound, satisfied, possessive. “you were blushing when he complimented your outfit. was it for him?”

“n-no,” you managed, breath hitching.

“oh?” his tone turned mocking, playfully cruel. “then why are you soaking wet right now?” hisoka chuckled, sliding a finger inside you, teasingly slow, curling it just enough to make you jolt. “so sensitive,” he hummed, lips brushing your ear. “could it be… you like when i’m jealous?”

you couldn’t look at him in the mirror, your cheeks were burning too hot, your lashes damp from how hard they fluttered. your hands gripped the counter tighter, trying to ground yourself, but there was no escaping him.

“don’t hide that pretty face,” he murmured. “look at yourself. look how easily I make you fall apart.” he pulled back just enough to unbuckle his belt, letting the sound echo through the tiled room. the anticipation was brutal. you heard the faint rustle of fabric, felt the press of him against your bare skin. thick, hot, and unbearably slow. his hips pressed against yours, the bulge in his pants clear, undeniable. still, he didn’t rush. he liked watching you squirm, liked knowing how flustered you got with just his words, his presence, his calculated control.

he dragged the tip of his cock along your folds without entering, letting it rest against your entrance with a teasing kind of patience. your breath caught, your thighs clenched, and that only made him grin wider.

“so worked up already…” he purred, thumbing over your clit once more just to feel you twitch. “do you even know how wet you are right now?” he shifted behind you, lining himself up again, this time letting the head of his cock press inside, barely an inch, and stopping. you whined, your hips pushing back instinctively, but his hand gripped your waist tightly, holding you still.

“mm-mm. no rushing,” he whispered, “i want you to feel every inch.” slowly, he pushed in deeper, inch by inch forcing your walls to stretch around him. the thickness of him made your breath hitch, your eyes fluttering at the tight pressure. his other hand moved to your lower stomach, holding you still as he sank in deeper, dragging it out with agonizing control.

“look at yourself,” he murmured in your ear, watching your expression twist in the mirror. “see what a perfect fit you are for me?” you gasped when he bottomed out, your walls fluttering around him, still adjusting. hisoka stayed there for a moment, buried deep, hips flush to your ass. you could feel every pulse, every twitch of him inside you.

“there we go,” he groaned, the sound low and unrestrained in your ear. “tight little thing… always trying to take me all at once.” he pulled out slow, too slow and your body immediately ached from the emptiness. and then he slid back in, this time with a steady roll of his hips that forced you to feel every inch dragging along your sensitive walls. his movements were deep and intentional, not rough yet, but firm enough to make your legs tremble. his hand found your chin again, tilting your face back toward the mirror, eyes locked on yours.

“say my name,” he whispered, lips brushing your jaw. “say it loud enough for your little friend to hear, if he’s still downstairs.” the thought alone made your pussy clench tighter around him, made your voice falter, a moan breaking through instead of his name.

hisoka smiled like the devil he was. “oh, don’t be shy now. you weren’t shy when you were laughing with him earlier.” he began to move with more rhythm now, each stroke angled to hit deep, just enough to unravel you piece by piece. his cock dragged along your most sensitive spot again and again, slow, controlled, building you up until you were squirming under his grip.

“let’s see how sweet you sound for me,” he said, each word timed with a particularly deep thrust. you couldn’t look away. his eyes locked onto yours through the mirror, watching every flicker of pleasure that twisted your face. he made you watch every reaction, every twitch of your body as he pulled you apart.

when your orgasm hit, it slammed through you like a wave, loud and shaking, your body trembling as you came around him, gripping him so tight he hissed. he held you through it, his arm wrapped firm around your waist, his mouth on your neck as he licked the sweat from your skin with a satisfied hum. he stayed inside, his hips rocked gently, still slow, dragging out your aftershocks like he was savoring them.

“next time he wants to hang out…” hisoka said, pulling your hair back gently as he kissed your cheek, “you’ll remember exactly who you belong to.”

his thumb brushed your bottom lip, voice thick and low, “and if you don’t… well.” his grin was audible. “i’ll remind you again.”

๋࣭ ⭑ illumi

you didn’t expect him to show up.

you’d gone to a quiet bar in yorknew with a few hunters after a mission, something lowkey with some drinks and teasing banter with one of the newer hunters who had clearly taken a liking to you.

unbeknownst to you, illumi had been watching you from afar the whole time. because now, you were pinned to the wall of your hotel room by his tall, rigid frame. eyes black and empty like ink.

“you were laughing at his jokes,” he murmured against your ear. “touching his arm. you think i didn’t notice?” you shivered. not from fear, not entirely, but from how close he was. from the way his hands, cold and possessive, slipped under your shirt without asking.

“i wasn’t—” you tried to explain, breath catching as his fingers grazed over your nipple. “it wasn’t like that…”

“it was enough to make me… uncomfortable,” he whispered, tone flat but thick with intensity. “you’re mine. i don’t like sharing.” his lips trailed down your neck, slow and soft, just enough to make you whimper. his hands didn’t pause for permission as he pulled your shirt over your head, then stepped back to admire you, chest heaving.

“you look better like this… ruined by me.” he shoved you gently onto the bed, and you barely had time to settle before he was on top of you, his long fingers working on your waistband. his mouth pressed to your boobs then made his way down, kissing everywhere with precision, like he was marking a path only he was allowed to take.

“you let him touch you,” illumi muttered against your skin. “now i’ll remind you who you belong to.” you squirmed under him, your body reacting to every move like it had no choice. and he smiled. barely.

“you’re already dripping,” he said coldly, fingers sliding into your underwear. “from just this?” you nodded desperately, thighs instinctively spreading wider.

“pathetic,” he whispered, but the corner of his mouth twitched like he liked it. he pushed two fingers inside you without warning, and your back arched. illumi curled them perfectly, finding that spot that made your moans sharp and ragged.

“you don’t need anyone else,” he breathed near your ear. “i can make you forget everyone.” his pace grew faster, deeper, the sound of your cunt echoing between your bodies. your hands clawed at his arms. his cold, toned arms and he leaned down again, lips at your jaw.

“do you think he could make you feel like this?” he growled suddenly, fingers thrusting into you like punishment. “tell me.”

“n-no—ah—no one else,” you panted, eyes fluttering. “only you.”

illumi’s eyes gleamed. and then, without another word, he moved lower. you felt the shift in his body before you even registered what he was doing, his hands spreading your thighs with terrifying ease, like they were made to fit there. the chill of the room hit your pussy, making you tense and bite your lip, but illumi didn’t hesitate. his gaze flicked up your body, calm but burning, as he settled between your legs. he didn’t speak, he just leaned in.

the first stroke of his tongue was slow, so slow you nearly cried out from the build-up alone. he dragged it through your folds like he was learning you. like this wasn’t about pleasure, but possession. you whimpered, hips twitching toward his face, and illumi pinned them down immediately with one cold, firm hand.

“you’ll stay still,” he murmured against your core, voice flat yet commanding. “i want to take my time.” long licks turned into shorter, firmer ones. he focused on your clit now, soft flicks, then harder pressure that made your thighs tremble. his mouth latched, sucking slowly, rhythmically, until your legs started to shake under his hold.

you couldn’t even moan properly, just breathy, high-pitched gasps. his hair brushed against your thighs as his tongue worked you over with great precision. you reached for his hair, threading your fingers into it as you whimpered his name, earning a groan from him.

the sound vibrated against your clit, and your body jerked, pleasure spiraling fast and intense. “stay still,” illumi reminded, voice low, but this time it sounded breathless, like he was getting off on this too. like tasting you was as essential as breathing. he dipped his tongue into you, deep and slow like he needed to taste every part of you. then back up to your clit, tongue flattening and curling until your legs quaked and your voice broke.

“so sensitive…” he murmured against your swollen folds, “you were waiting for this, weren’t you?” you could only nod, barely holding on. his mouth latched again, sucking hard, and your hands gripped his hair tighter.

“say it,” he commanded, his voice a low growl between licks. “tell me you’re mine.”

“i-i’m yours,” you choked out, barely able to breathe. “only yours.” the pressure built, coiled tight in your gut, and your hips bucked again. this time, he let you. he wanted you to come and you did, hard.

your body arched, legs squeezing around his head as you cried out his name, hips rolling against his mouth. he didn’t stop. he didn’t even slow. he kept going until you were whimpering from overstimulation, gasping and twitching, trying to pull away. he spoke again in an emotionless and terrifyingly steady tone.

“i’m not done with you yet.”

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Hello! Good day I don't know if your requests are open but if it isn't you can just ignore this :)

Could you please do hxh adult trio + feitan smut reacting to reader when they suddenly see reader wearing this when they got home tired from whatever they were doing?

https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSLa18xdn/

I don't have a specific type of fanfic in mind so you can just do whatever you're most comfortable with! Thank youuu I hope you have a nice day! <3 (if the characters are too much you can just do chrollo and feitan if you like :))

pairings: hisoka morow, illumi zoldyck, chrollo lucifer,

cw: oral sex, doggy style, degradation, sending noods, masturbation, mating press, overstimulation, squirting, lingerie, teasing, cum swallowing, whimpering

a/n: sorry for the LONG wait i’ve been going through a lot. (the tiktok link dosent work anymore sadly + i added some fanon illumi). i couldn’t do the feitan one but hopefully you like these :)

♡ Chrollo Lucifer

you were at home scrolling through your instagram feed bored out of your mind. your fiancé was at work while you took the day off which you later regret as your bordem got worse. you then got the idea to mess with your fiancé a little just to see how he’d react. you got dressed in your silk black lingerie, put on makeup that he loves seeing you with, and did your hair nicely.

you were ready to fulfill your plan. you took a picture in front of your full body mirror exposing your breasts through the lingerie. you did a seductive pose and a kissy face at the camera. you looked at the picture just to check if everything was looking good then you hit send. once you saw that the word “delivered” was under your picture you began pacing around the room. this could either go extremely good or extremely bad since this was something new you were trying.

10 minutes had passed and you were met with 6 messages. some of the messages were like “baby i’m at work.” “you look divine my love but now is not the time” “baby you got me hard at work.” “i’m coming home early in about 10 minutes to deal with you.”

after reading the messages, you were oh so needy that you were clenching over nothing, imagining him inside of you. you were snapped back into present time when you heard a car parking in your garage from your upstairs window. it was your beloved fiancé.

you walked down the stairs, taking your time as you waited for him to enter. he swiftly unlocked the door to meet you standing just a couple inches away from the door. “distracting me and getting me hard at work huh?” he said throwing his briefcase on the floor and immediately latching onto you.

he grabbed your ass, your breasts, your hips, anywhere that he could get his hands on. your tongues were both fighting for dominance and it was clear he was winning. he pulled back from the heated kiss wrapping a hand around your throat, with a light amount of pressure.

“take your pretty fucking face upstairs to our room, i’ll only be a minute.” you nodded and made your way upstairs feeling his gaze with each step you took.

he was upstairs in just about 20 seconds fully naked and in those few seconds he already had you pinned on the bed by your arms. “on your knees, now.” you did as you were told, arching your back so you would be able to feel the extremities of his dick. one swift snap of his hips was all it took to get you dick whipped, your head already in the clouds. “already dazed from my dick? you wanted this so your gonna take it. understand?” before you could even answer he gripped your hips even firmer than before and pounded into you relentlessly. he pushed your lower back into an even deeper arch, his dick plunging in and out of your sopping cunt.

he then releases his grip from one of your sides and reaches under to make contact with your pussy. he rubbed circles on your clit, his pace never faltering. you were gripping the sheets for dear life, your eyes rolling back from the added pleasure. your jaw was slightly agape as you uttered out muffled moans. “fuckk! i’m s-sorry. i won’t do that again!” you cried out hoping he would slow down his pace. but that just made him want to fuck you harder.

“i’m not done with you yet. take it like a good girl for me.” with those words you were driven to your climax. your legs were shaking uncontrollably as you came on his dick. you tried running from his dick as you were overwhelmed but that was stopped immediately. “where are you going pretty girl? i told you i’m not finished with you yet.”

♡ Illumi Zoldyck

it was illumi’s birthday and instead of spending the day with his girlfriend, he was stuck at work for most of the day. he was supposed to be coming home late at night so you decided to surprise him by going to buy a silk lingerie set and decorate the place with rose petals and candles to set the mood. everything was ready, you just had to wait for the birthday boy.

you finally hear the door open after waiting for ages. you sat up on the bed waiting for him to see his surprise. he walked upstairs, following the trail of petals that lead to the bedroom. he was met with you, legs crossed and biting your lower lip in anticipation. you got up and walked up to him as he was still in the doorway. he was surprised to say the least. “happy birthday my love” you said as you walked up and gave him a kiss. he immediately kissed back. “you didn’t have to do all this my love” he said as he pulled away to look at you. he didn’t like causing trouble for others at all and would rather suffer instead of complain. “but i still did because i love you. and it’s your birthday, you should live a little.” you said as you chuckled.

he gave such a warm smile that melted your heart instantly. “and look, i got all dressed up just for you.” you stepped back a little so he could get a good look, he was instantly transfixed by you. you grabbed his slender, veiny arms and led him to the bed. you gave him a couple more kisses on his face when you tied up your hair and got on your knees in front of his legs.

you took off his pants and underwear revealing his dick which was practically covered with veins. precum was already leaking from his flushed tip when you gave it a teasing lick making him jolt up a little. you used your spit as lube as you began moving your hands up and down his cock while you sucked on his tip. “shit..” he mumbled under his breath.

“you’re so handsome, you know that?” you said with loving eyes as he looked down to you. you then removed your hands and began using your mouth instead. bobbing your head up and down sending him into pure bliss. your eyes never once left his as you used one of your hands to massage his balls. “fuckkk..” he continuously said as his hand covered his mouth trying to mask his moans. you were making it so hard for him to hide his moans and whimpers it was too cute ):“cmon baby it’s your birthday you can be as loud as you want.”

you said as you swallowed his dick whole earning you many whimpers. “hah, mm~ this feels amazing” you were so wet hearing his moans. you swirled your tongue on his tip when he began bucking his hips into your mouth signaling he was about to come. he grabbed your head with one hand while the other was covering his mouth, which did a lousy job at muffling his moans. he forced his whole length down your throat, releasing his seed in your mouth. his whimpers gradually got louder. “y-yeah, just like t-that ohh mm~ fuuck” after he was sucked dry of all his cum, you swallowed all of it and made sure he watched. “what should we do next birthday boy?”

♡ Hisoka Morow

hisoka is a such a needy person especially when it comes to you. it didn’t help that his job made him work extra hours meaning he would be gone from you for way longer. he couldn’t stand it, you couldn’t stand it, it was terrible. that’s when he had the idea to leave work early and surprise you. when he got home from work, he expected you to be on the couch watching a show which is what you always did but you weren’t there. he called out for you. no answer. he made his way upstairs to your shared bedroom. his eyes were wide open at the scene displayed in front of him.

you had on a silk black lingerie that hisoka got for you that fit your figure perfectly. you had dropped the sleeves of the lingerie exposing your breast, one hand massaging your breast while the other was knuckles deep inside your cunt, curled up to try and hit the spots no one but hisoka could reach. your eyebrows were furrowed as you were frustrated trying to ressemble his fingers. adding three fingers to reach climax which was proven difficult as you were too accustomed to hisokas fingers. you moaned out his name feeling your orgasm coming close, your eyes shut as you were trying to focus on cumming, but was interrupted by a familiar voice. “missed me this much huh darling?”

your fingers immediately left your cunt as you felt a rush of embarrassement and shock. “shit i-i- didn’t expect you to come home this early, i’m sorry.” you said pulling the blanket to cover your body.

“don’t apologize sweetheart, i’ve been missing you so much as well these past days, we haven’t had anytime alone in ages. well now that i’m here, how about i help you out there? your face looked so cute trying to cum without me~” he began to undress, revealing his slim but lengthy cock. his slim figure hovered over you bringing your legs to your chest and pinning them so you couldn’t escape from him.

“you look so beautiful in this outfit my love~” he whispered in your ear, aligning his dick to your pussy. you were caught off guard when he shoved his whole dick in you. he was so deep in this position, you thought you were going to cum instantly. you let out a throaty moan which hisoka concealed with a soft kiss as he pounded into you sloppily as he was exhausted from work but so deep. “hisoka, y-you’re going s- so deep,” you moaned out, eyes rolled back, mouth slightly open.

“i know darling i just want to make you feel good.” he said. the more he fucked you, the more you started coming undone and he could tell by every squirm you did, every back arch, every “it’s too much” and every moan that left your throat. “hisoka ‘m gonna come!” you said as tears began to fall from the intense feeling.

“go on princess, make a mess.” he said, his eyes never leaving yours. after a couple more thrusts you squirted on his lower abdomen, coating him and the bed sheets. your whole body was shaking from the intensity. he started rubbing circles on your clit making you terribly sensitive. “you’re so adorable y/n~” you started seeing stars, it was too much for you to handle. “you think you can cum again darling?”