Thinking about how utterly humiliating it'd be to be forced to ride your yandere-
Tw: non-con, dub-con, extreme feelings of guilt and shame, reader is an active participant in their own assault
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It's bad enough when he pins you down to whatever surface is nearby, taking whatever he wants from you, forcing you to take whatever he gives you. It's bad enough that you're helpless to his advances, that he can so easily overpower you, use you like his own personal toy. It's bad enough that he fucks you so good, hitting that spot that has you nearly screaming, keeping up the relentless pace until your legs shake, and making sure you always cum at least once, though he always always tries for more.
It's worse when he pulls you on top of him. At least when you're underneath him you can say it's not your fault, that you have no hand in what happens to you.
But now, as you straddle his waist, his cock buried deep inside you, he tells you to "ride me, come on, just the way you like it" you feel shame wash over you. He's your kidnapper, he took everything from you, and now he wants you to be an active participant in your torment. Everything in your rebels against the idea, tells you to fight it, to hold onto your pride at any and all costs. But it's not like you have a choice, you know what disobeying him means- you've faced too many punishments to risk another.
Shame eats at you as you begin to move, hesitant and humiliated, but unwilling to disobey. You rock your hips, trying not to shutter with every drag of his length along your walls. You're so wet for him and you know he can tell. You close your eyes, you don't want to see the way he's looking at you, can't bare to see the adoration in his eyes when you fuck yourself on his cock and he can't help but whisper that you're "such a good girl for me".
You hate that it feels good, that even your leisurely pace is making you bite back moans and fight the urge to ride him harder, to make yourself cum, and to feel him cum too. He grabs your hips, guiding you to pick up the pace a little, and you curse that he knows exactly what you like. He knows just how to guide your movements to make you tremble and whimper as he fucks you, he knows exactly what will have you moaning and gushing around him. He knows exactly how to make you his perfect little whore.
It's too much- the absolute misery of the situation is more than you can bear. You're riding your kidnapper, moaning and crying out for him, feeling your orgasm creep up on you too fast. It’s humiliating in a way that nothing else can compare to, nothing he’s ever done to you has been quite so potently horrid.
You can't tell if he's still forcing your hips into the rhythm or if you've given into it, can't really tell if he's thrusting up into you or if your just bouncing on his cock that hard- but you're so close, and he feels so good inside you, and you want to cum so bad. You should be fighting this, but you’re not. You’re rocking your hips against his and whining his name and begging for more.
"Gonna cum?" He asks, voice a little bit teasing but mostly breathless at the way you move above him and the way you feel around him. He tells you all the time that he loves you, that you belong to him, that he’d do anything to keep you all to himself. In moments like this, it’s easy to believe that. You nod, desperate for release. "Go on, then,” he encourages, moving his hips against yours to meet you halfway as you move.
You do- with a desperate cry of his name you feel your orgasm wash over you, crashing down on you and you can think of nothing else but his length filling you up, hitting so deep inside you and stretching you out so wide. It's so dirty; knowing you threw away all your morality and pride for this- you let yourself be used by man you should hate just so you could get off, you practically begged him for it.
Because no matter how your mind tries to convince itself this isn't what you want, your body knows this is exactly what you want.
what if the reader tries to escape Chrollo and gets caught and she fears punishment so she tries to seduce him?
Note: this was fun lol. This actually inspired me to write a fic for this too. It goes along with it. I'll be posting it separately since it's pretty long. :)
Chrollo doesn’t let go of his fascinations easily–antique books, Nen abilities, valuable artifacts, and even people—he likes to keep them close. Unfortunately for you, he’s very fascinated with you. You could run to the other side of the world, change your identity, start a whole new life, and he would still find you. He’s fucking relentless. Absolutely nothing can keep you safe from him. Call it love, call it obsession, call it whatever you want, it doesn’t make any difference when you’re trying to get away.
Predictably, your escape failed—and you’re fucking terrified of being punished. Understandably so, Chrollo can be fucking horrifying. But he’s never raised his voice or hand at you, ever. That's not his style. Still, it’s only natural to expect punishment when caught doing something wrong, even though right and wrong is somewhat subjective in this scenario.
I highly doubt Chrollo would be anything less than calm and composed when he catches you. He’s not the type of person to get emotional easily, even in the most unfavorable situations. His calm, charismatic, and methodical approach has always worked for him—why change now? Because he seems somewhat detached for the most part, I don’t think Chrollo would reveal anything he’s thinking or feeling when he confronts you. He wouldn’t be angry or raise his voice, and he definitely wouldn’t act impulsively or resort to physical violence.
The only thing Chrollo would intentionally reveal is his disappointment—with you and your futile attempt at escape. It wouldn’t be genuine, of course. He’s only doing it because he knows the effects it’ll have on you. Depending on the circumstances—his mood at the time, or whether you’ve tried to escape before—he might use subtle threats to make it crystal fucking clear that there’s no escaping him. He tries his best to avoid violence of any kind with you, it's not something he enjoys or feels is necessary. He’d rather hint at the consequences of your actions—not just for you, but for your friends, your family, and anyone involved in your escape.
Chrollo strikes me as the type who would rather make someone fear what could happen than actually carry out a punishment. He might feel like that method provides the best results? Less disobedience and more compliance, without completely breaking someone? Who knows.
Anywayssss. Your fear about being punished for trying to escape wouldn’t surprise Chrollo, he already expected that. But you trying to seduce him would be very surprising, he never expected that. He’d hide his surprise and confusion well, barely letting anything show—maybe just a brief change in his body language, but that's all. Considering the kind of man Chrollo is, he probably wouldn’t want you to know that you had actually managed to throw him off guard, and that definitely influenced his reaction.
I’d imagine that Chrollo’s feelings for you would also play a part in how he’d react to the situation. He is attracted to you, both physically and emotionally, and you trying to seduce him would really test his limits. In his mind, he might be imagining fucking you right then and there, thinking of all the things he could do to you. But he knows better than to act solely on feelings, and prides himself on self-control. During your time together, Chrollo made sure he never crossed any lines with you, understanding the importance of appearing gentlemanly, composed, and caring. He knew that making you feel uncomfortable—more than necessary—would do little good, so he carefully maintained his image. As selfish as it sounds, he did it for himself more than he did it for you.
Chrollo’s also very smart. It wouldn’t take long for him to realize that you’re probably only trying to seduce him so you can avoid being punished. He’s seen people do all sorts of things under the right amount of pressure, but this might be a first. The fact that you’d try to manipulate him—and in that specific way too—was amusing. But he wouldn’t stop you, no, he’d rather sit back and observe for a bit, probably contemplating how to deal with you.
If Chrollo does decide to ‘entertain’ your attempts of seduction, it's because he wants to, not because you succeeded in seducing him. Maybe he’d play along because he wants to see just how far you’d go? Maybe he’s been feeling a little pent up lately, and this is the perfect opportunity to satisfy his needs? Either way, Chrollo never does anything without a purpose.
In this case, Chrollo would use the situation as an opportunity to teach you a lesson. Don’t expect much leniency from him. Running away was a betrayal, and that’s not something he’ll forget, or forgive easily. Still, he can’t help but feel slightly impressed with how you handled the situation. He knows you’re scared, but instead of giving into your fear—like he would’ve expected—you made a cunning move, attempting to manipulate him. And it might have worked, too, if you weren’t trying to manipulate him. But that tiny bit of respect you managed to gain doesn’t mean you’re off the hook from being punished.
If Chrollo does decide to punish you, he wouldn’t be overly cruel with it. Fear can be a great motivator, but he wouldn’t overdo it. He doesn’t want to traumatize you, no, that would only cause more problems for him in the long run. Instead, he’d opt for something subtle and far more effective, something very intimate. Chrollo is no stranger to using unorthodox methods of punishment, and he wouldn’t hesitate in the slightest to employ them if they served his purpose.
Chrollo would intentionally draw out the situation, allowing you to touch and kiss him, while using that sweet voice of yours to whisper some cock-hardening words into his ear. He’d be patient and play along with your game—calmly responding to your advances with some of his own—making you think that you’re winning, but you’re not, and you never will.
He gives you just enough rope to hang yourself with. He’ll let you take the lead, at first. He’ll remain almost passive, his dark eyes tracking your every move, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. It’s a test. He’s giving you the rope, watching with detached curiosity to see how you’ll hang yourself with it.
As you're whispering all that filthy shit in his ear, pressing your body against his, he doesn’t just passively take it. He actively rewards you. He plays along. He doesn’t just passively let you grope him. That would be too obvious. Chrollo is a master of performance. He commits to the role.
As your hands tremble while unbuttoning his shirt, he’ll cover them with his own, steadying them. He’ll lean into your desperate kisses, meeting your frantic energy. It feels like acceptance, like he's being won over. He’ll let out a soft hum of approval, a low sound in his chest that vibrates against your lips, making you think, it’s actually working. He is doing the bare minimum to give you the maximum amount of false hope.
When you kiss his neck, a low groan rumbles in his chest. When your hand slips down to grope the front of his pants, his own hand comes up to grip your hip, pulling you closer. “Is this what you want?” he’ll murmur, voice like silk. “To be close to me like this?” He’s giving you positive reinforcement, at the bare min, meticulously crafting this illusion that you're actually getting to him. He wants you to feel like you’ve successfully manipulated Chrollo Lucilfer.
The flip. The goddamn switch. This is where it all changes. It happens when you’re at your most vulnerable—when he’s finally inside you, deep and warm. You’d be riding him, thinking you’ve won, that this is your escape from punishment—moaning his name, nails scratching down his chest, convinced your little seduction’s got him wrapped around your finger.
No big dramatic moment, just a shift in his grip, his fingers suddenly clamping down on your waist to pin you in place, halting your movements mid-thrust. He’ll hold you still, fully impaled on him. You’re balancing on the edge, pussy clenching around him, so fucking close, and he just... stops. His eyes meet yours, that calm detachment back in full force, a smirk curling his lips as he says, casual as anything, “you didn’t really think I’d let you off that easy, did you?”
“Did you really think this would work?” He’ll ask, his hips giving a single, slow, thrust that’s devoid of any genuine feeling. He’ll start to move again, but the rhythm is all wrong. It’s too fast, too shallow, or too brutally deep, designed for his pleasure and your discomfort. He’ll watch your face, your desperate expression, and his lips will curl into a mild smirk. “You ran from me,” he’ll whisper, each word punctuated by a rough shove of his hips, rolling into you.“You betrayed my trust.” Thrust. “And you thought you could fuck your way out of the consequences?” Thrust. “How naive.”
This is where the real cruelty comes in. He’s going to use your own body against you. He’ll fuck you—with his fingers, his mouth, his cock—and he will be an expert at it. He knows exactly how to drive you up, how to make your breath catch and your toes curl. He’ll pull out just enough to use his thumb to grind mercilessly against your clit while he fucks you. He’ll drive you to the absolute brink, your whole body convulsing, begging to come. You’ll be sobbing, pleading. And just as the wave is about to crash over you, he’ll stop everything. Completely. He’ll pull his thumb away, still his hips, and just hold you there, impaled and trembling, while the orgasm withers and dies inside you.
“Patience,” he’ll murmur, leaning down to kiss you sweetly, a horrifying contrast to the torment he’s forcing you to endure. He’ll do this over and over again. Bringing you to the brink, then snatching it away, until you’re sobbing, a desperate, incoherent mess, begging him to just let you come. He’ll let you recover for a moment before whispering, “let’s try that again,” and start the entire agonizing process over. Leaving you in a constant state of wired, overstimulated agony.
He overstimulates the fuck out of you after the edging, not letting up even when you finally cum, slamming into your oversensitive cunt until you’re writhing, tears streaming, body betraying you with orgasms that border on painful.
In the aftermath, Chrollo doesn’t gloat—he’s too composed for that shit. But the way he holds you close, stroking your hair while your body’s still twitching from the overload, it’s clear. This was his plan all along. You feared punishment, so he gave it to you wrapped in the sex you offered, ensuring you’ll think twice before trying to escape or seduce your way out again.
three powerful gang members decide to kidnap their rival’s wife as retaliation and she never wants to leave once they’re done.
word count: 2.4K
other themes 📝: black fem! reader (plus size), multiverse modern au, noncon turned consensual (idk if that’s a thing), implied trafficking/pimping, very rough sex, overstimulation, drugging, heavy language, slapping, name calling, degradation + praise, hair pulling, throat fucking, heavy squirting (mentions of piss play), choking, spanking, dacryphilia, spit play, slapping, heavy breeding
🎙️: this is a little rushed and I’m certain it won’t be seen but I just wanted to get smth out bc it’s 3 days into kinktober and I’m miserably behind. I’m new to writing gangbangs so forgive me if it’s not too good. There will probably be a longer version to this somewhere in the future but idk that depends.
the air surrounding you right now felt heavy ... .the atmosphere of the room was thick, dense and quite frankly, damn near inhospitable. Not exactly what you’d call an ideal hotel stay by any means. Of course, this wasn’t exactly your typical weekend getaway. No, rather than traipsing through the lobby of the Ritz-Carlton, sundress swaying as you walked arm in arm with your husband and a designer bag of your choosing on the other shoulder…..
“Look up at the camera, gorgeous. We wouldn’t want to miss that priceless shot.”
“You’re so pretty like this…being a dumb little whore suits you. I don’t know if I want to put you on the street or keep you for ourselves.”
“Are you kidding? There’s no way we’re letting any of those bastard Johns get this. That pussy’s way too good. She’s our now. Besides, something tells me she’s enjoying this waaay more than she’s letting on. Isn’t that right?”
instead, here you were…lying across the king bed of a deluxe suite. Stretched out, stuffed and filled to the brim with copious amounts of bodily fluids. Ones that didn’t belong to the man whose ring or last name you wore. They were the property of three complete and total strangers and apparently, now so were you. Your head was fuzzy, unable to make sense of anything that was happening. That body? Sore from head to toe and unbeknownst, covered in bruises…oddly enough, you felt quite inebriated as well, almost out of your mind…as if you had taken some sort of substance. Despite only having a cup of apple juice from the maitre’d just to rinse the tart taste of the complimentary pretzels from your mouth. It was shortly after that, you’d begin to feel lightheaded and eventually would black out. The next thing you know, you were lying in this bed, staring up at three men who looked more terrifying than any monster from a TV show. To say it was a rude awakening was certainly an understatement.
“Answer me, baby. I asked a question..don’t make me repeat myself, okay? I don’t want to have to hurt you.”
the first one, a guy with spiky blue, disheveled locks and a prominent ‘6’ with what looked to be teeth tattooed on his torso was the one speaking to you. His inked fingers would soon clasp your jaws and hold them in place as he shoved two of those digits down your throat, prompting you to gag a bit. Before you could even react, he’d follow it up with a couple heavy handed slaps to your chubby cheeks. Naturally, you’d whimper, twisting your head away as you begged him to stop. But he wasn’t listening, not even in the slightest.
“Aww…still pretending, I see. Don’t worry, baby. You’ll have plenty more time to break, we’re just getting started.”
because the truth of the matter was….there was a tinge of truth to his brash statement. Sure, once you were alert enough to see what was happening, you’d attest. Crying, kicking and flailing as you pleaded for these strangers to let you go. But once they began tearing those clothes off, pinning your limbs down and groping that body….your tune changed. Even if you didn’t want it to or even try. After all, it was the stuff of nightmares! Being taken captive by three guys who you stood no chance against, having their way with you. You’d attempt to inquire about why they were doing this but alas, you’d only receive an answer that confused you even more; courtesy of the black haired gentleman with a cross tattoo on his forehead. In the midst of being pounded from behind by his partner, he’d clutch the top of your head, making you fixate your teary eyed gaze solely on him and uttered: “…you’ll have to ask your husband about that, my dear. That’s if you ever see him again.”
Eventually, you’d find every one of your orifices and erogenous areas licked, fingered, stuffed and downright abused. One making you ride him whilst the other fucked your ass from behind. One making you jack him off, the other hollowing out your throat and the other bending your legs as far as they could reach and feeding you deep strokes.… no matter how loudly you screamed, how much you begged and how much you pushed away, there was no letting up.
“I’m so sorry…I don’t know what I did but please let me go.”
“I think you misunderstand, my love…this is all for your benefit. You deserve so much more than he could ever give you and we can change that.”
“Fucking hell, stop crying already…whiny bitch.”
“Nah, let her keep screaming and begging…shit turns me on.”
Your expression and words may have been one of a woman who was frightened and scared but your body harbored the truth. A woman who was sexually frustrated and needed release….a woman who was tired of the mundane, vanilla sex you’d grown accustomed to. The bored housewife of a neglectful husband who had often fantasized about these sorts of sick, depraved acts. It was exactly why you couldn’t stop coming every time one of these evil bastards thrashed their cocks around inside of you….the girths and sizes unlike any you’ve experienced in the past, and far larger than your husband’s. Why you couldn’t stop moaning every time one of them called you a good girl or said they were proud of you. Or even clenched around their shafts when they called you a filthy bitch or a slut, slapping you across the face like an object because something your brain truly craved that. But it was blatantly obvious that not only were they going to force you to make them fit but become acclimated to their shape. So as you lie there, covered in what was already an exorbitant amount of cum…
“…p—please..”
“Yes, darling? Please what?”
“Yeah, use those words, pretty girl. We’re waiting.”
you still wanted more! You craved more of this debaucherous treatment.
“Please don’t stop fucking me..use all of my holes.”
and in that moment, it was as if all of their ‘hard work’ had paid off. The dark haired man with the cross tattoo, who you’d come to know as Chrollo, ushered you off of your back and onto all fours. Waving you towards him with a finger, he’d cup your chin between your fingers and plant a sloppy kiss directly into your mouth. When he pulled back, you’d notice he was brandishing a small white tablet between his fingers and before you could even utter a word, he’d dispense it onto your tongue. “Here you go, darling. That should ease all of those worries. Now that pretty little head of yours is as good as blank.” The second it began coagulating with your saliva, it would stay to dissolve and in a few minutes, you’d feel the effects. With tears still staining your cheeks, you’d finally muster a smile for the first time in two hours. Still intoxicated, tongue dangling slightly from between those plump lips with all of your pretty makeup smeared. Those tight ringlet curls from your coily hair were in complete disarray and that gorgeous brown skin was marked with white and clear stains. Some were more prominent than others by this time.
“Fuck it, let’s put one in her ass too. Really make this little bitch lose her mind….she’ll be fucking us for the whole night.”
that raspy, wild voice and brash demeanor as you’d come to learn, belonged to a man they called Grimmjow or just Grimm as you’d heard him be referred to as both in this short span. He was certainly the most rough of the bunch but when he was pinning you down, burying that thick cock to the hilt…you’d never felt so alive! It was something about someone being forceful, telling you to ‘take their dick’ that just truly made you feral. Then there was the one currently mounting behind you…
“Hell yeah…I mean, she doesn’t look like she wants to leave anyways.”
reddish black hair, raspy voice, a plethora of tattoos running down his arms and chest and could eat pussy like his life was dependent upon it. His name? “Aye, Ryo. Here..” Grasping your hip, he’d do exactly as his friend instructed and spread your thick ass apart, spanking it with heavy handed slaps as he did so. Bending down to slop his tongue around your stretched and borderline prolapsed hole. “God, you opened up so nice…I knew you would.” Praising you as he unsealed the plastic baggie with another white tab inside to place into your anus. You had already begun to drool, eyes dilated and chest beginning to heave from the first one. His thumb pressing gently into it and eliciting a soft gasp and giggle from you in the process. All whilst teasing that head along your quivering slit. There was a slight smile on your face, a complete change from what was displayed earlier. In a matter of moments, you’d find your head tugged forward, a forceful hand on the small of your back and all three of them cornering in on you. Simultaneously, Ryo and Chrollo would glide between both sets of your lips with pure ease. It didn’t take long for you to become acclimated with their shapes and fits again.
“This look suit you much better, baby…being a drugged out little whore, taking dick from strangers. It’s like you were made for this.”
“Yes..God, you’re incredible, my love. Such a perfect little cocksleeve—gahh, that throat feels amazing.”
meanwhile, Grimm would stand stroking his own shaft at the sight of his friends using you for their own gratification. Gagging noises emitting from your mouth along with trails of saliva and creamy secretions dripping from that abused cunt. Both of those poor holes were twitching in reaction to the constant stimulation and now that the little pills had been absorbed into your bloodstream, all you could do was laugh. Begging them for more…almost numb to any pain or discomfort. Just riddled with pleasure and intoxication…their movements would quicken and Ryo was pounding you with hard, fast and extremely rough thrusts, practically jackhammering you. Meanwhile, Chrollo was bucking his hips upward to find home in your esophagus. Intermittently, they’d take turns, snatching your head around to spit between those jaws. All while slapping and berating you. It was gritty, nasty, a little violent and everything you needed.
“F-fuuuuck yessss! I need more..keep fucking me, just like this!”
cackling and moaning through gritted teeth as he gave you a few seconds of respite. Although the sight of you whimpering and scared was quite enjoyable for them, this side of you was far more entertaining!
“Hell yeah, now we’re talking…love when my women act like fucking sluts.” Grimm, who had been sitting patiently for his turn, would gently push Chrollo back in order to have his fill. “Open that mouth wide, you lil’ bitch…I wanna make you throw up on it.” Without so much as missing a beat, he’d grasp your head, forcing it down on that cock until your forehead nearly touched the base and demanded that you hold it there. For a moment, you couldn’t make a sound, seeing as how Ryo had ever so swiftly alternated holes. Burying himself to the hilt in that tight asshole. “Goddamn, you’re squeezing me..you must want my nut in your ass again.” Breaking out with a maniacal laugh, knowing that you were going to release an ear curdling scream when you regained your breath. Just as he promised, Grimm would laugh as he withdrew, and watched as your fluids spilled out onto his member. He seemed extremely satisfied to have all but made you vomit. Meanwhile, your pussy could not stop leaking from the impact and you felt as if it you were going to explode. That cervix was as good as bruised, if not damaged. You’d held off your husband for a long time when it came to kids and he had become frustrated in recent months. But now, you were filled with so many orgasms that it would be impossible to not be. That would be a conversation for another time…right now, you were focused on your own release.
“ ‘m gonna squirt….feel so full.” muttering out in a squeaky voice as you expressed that it felt as if something was pressing on your bladder.
“Damn, I’m surprised she has anything left in her…poor thing must be dehydrated at this point.”
Chrollo teased as he massaged himself, looking so sexy as he stroked himself. Ryo on the other hand, didn’t care!
“I don’t give a fuck if it’s squirt, piss..let it out. Come for me, bitch. Come for me with my dick in your ass.”
with that, you’d feel yourself come undone like an unraveling string and all you could do was remain frozen. He’d pound your hole for a few seconds more until he felt the wet stream of warm juices spilling out into the mattress..coagulating with the various other puddles you’d left behind. That head felt fuzzy and had gone so blank that it hadn’t even registered how loud you were screaming and moaning. Writhing around underneath his grasp and under their control. All three men would laugh at your reaction, watching you involuntarily flail from the sensation. Once you finished, Ryo would shoot yet another load into that anal cavity, grunting and leaving more brutal smacks on your already sore behind.
“Good job, my love. We’re so proud.”
“Yeah, that’s my beautiful little slut…”
“Such a nasty bitch, I love it.”
you were in for a long night and possibly….your future if they had anything to do with it!
Hii, i really like your content. I have a req. Can you do the phantom troupe including illumi and hisoka x reader who is a REALLY messy sleeper.
Like really messy, sometimes they activate there nen in there sleep, they even sometimes sleep walk. they can never stay still, always ending up on a complete different side of the bed or sprawled across on them. they are a big cuddler, often times either hugs a pillow tightly or them. kinda like how Naruto sleeps.
hi, ty! and sure, hope you enjoy and thank you for requesting <333
Chrollo
He tries to be unbothered. He really tries.
You wake up wrapped around him like a vine, arm under his shirt, leg over his hip, and your Nen has accidentally summoned like… some sort of ability.
Chrollo simply resumes stroking your hair like nothing happened.
Secretly finds your sleep-hugging adorable but would never say it. Keeps his arm around you protectively all night.
If you sleepwalk, he will calmly follow behind you like a babysitter.
Pakunoda
You slap her with a pillow in your sleep once and she just lies there with a hand over her eye like 😑.
She sleeps pretty light, so the first time you clung to her like a body pillow, she was stiff as hell- completely unused to being cuddled.
After a few nights though, she starts letting you wrap around her. She never asks for it, but she’ll rub your back gently when you latch onto her.
She’s absolutely fascinated by your unconscious use of Nen.
Nobunaga
You're flailing, kicking, and talking in your sleep while he’s trying to nap and he just sighs so loud like: “THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!”
You end up curled on top of him one night, drooling on his chest and muttering about pasta, and he lowkey melts a little.
He starts to get used to your chaos. “Tch…damn brat,” he mutters as he tucks a blanket over you and pats your head.
Will 100% tease you about it the next day in front of everyone. “She fights in her sleep harder than half you bastards do awake.”
Machi
Wakes up tangled in her own threads because your Nen activated mid-dream and she had to thread you down to the bed to keep you from flipping off the mattress.
Acts pissed. She's always acting pissed.
But she always ends up being the big spoon anyway because she knows you settle down when you’re being held.
Will knock you out with acupuncture points if you’re sleepwalking too far. Not malicious- just efficient.
Quietly likes how much you cling to her. Won’t say it out loud, but her fingers always stay curled around your sleeve while you sleep.
Shizuku
She sleeps like a corpse, so when you roll over and wrap around her like a heating pad, she doesn’t even move.
It’s actually kind of perfect. You wiggle around like crazy, but once you latch onto her, you stop.
Sometimes she wakes up with you full-body draped over her, snoring into her neck, and just blinks like “oh…okay.”
One time your Nen activated and destroyed a lamp across the room in your sleep and she didn’t even flinch. She just pulled the blanket over your head like “cozy time.”
Bonolenov
You accidentally elbow him in the chest and he just reverberates with a hollow “bong.”
You keep ending up tangled in his wrappings and muttering apologies.
He thinks you're fascinating. A human with chaotic, instinctual Nen? That’s beautiful to him.
He sleeps like a statue, but he’ll gently adjust your position if you look uncomfortable or are about to fall off the bed.
If you hug him, he holds you close and hums lowly. The sound calms you down- even mid-sleep.
Franklin
This man is a fortress. You roll into him mid-sleep and bounce off like a sack of potatoes.
If you somehow manage to crawl on top of him, he’ll just lay there and go back to sleep with a faint “mm.”
Your chaos does not faze him. You’re yelling in your sleep, gripping his arm like a lifeline, and he’s just snoring away.
He likes it though. It’s rare for him to be someone’s comfort object, and you make him feel safe in a weird way.
Kortopi
This poor creature is NOT used to sharing a bed.
The first time your Nen lashes out in your sleep he has a panic attack.
But you clutch him like a teddy bear and mutter something about his fluffy hair, and he just malfunctions like: “...ok 🧍♂️”
Eventually, he creates a copy of a pot or something to switch out with when he needs to go sleep in peace, but he always comes back to you in the morning.
Feitan
This little demon child kicks back if you hit him in your sleep. It becomes a nightly war zone.
“Tch. Move… again and I’ll cut your toes off.” (He will not. He lets you curl up beside him every night.)
One time you sleepwalk into his torture tools and he physically carries you back like a grumpy cat.
Secretly adores how warm you are. When you cling to him tightly, mumbling nonsense into his hoodie, he pulls you in tighter under the covers and watches you sleep with unsettling fondness.
Phinks
Gets mad every time you elbow him in the ribs, but still shows up to bed like clockwork.
“Sleep on your damn side- HEY! STOP MOVING!”
Deep down he finds your neediness cute. He starts sleeping with an arm already waiting so you can snuggle against his side.
He’ll grumble about it in front of the others, but if you stop cuddling him, he’s sulky and weird the whole next day.
Uvogin
You body slammed this man in your sleep and he thought it was hilarious.
“HAHAHA you’re like a little gremlin!” he says while holding you in a death grip so you don’t fall off again.
You flail all night and he just lies there like a brick wall. You can’t phase him.
You drool on his chest and he acts like he’s grossed out, but in reality he lets you use his arm as a pillow every night.
Shalnark
Thinks it’s the funniest, cutest thing ever.
“You almost punched me in the face last night- do you remember what you were dreaming about?”
Starts installing little gadgets around the room to track your sleep movements because he’s genuinely curious.
Loves when you wrap around him like a little baby koala. He starts sleeping shirtless so you’ll cling even tighter.
Sleep-talking? He records it and plays it back for fun, especially if you say something about loving him.
Illumi
Is genuinely baffled by your behavior. “Why are you not unconscious and still?” he asks while poking your cheek.
Tries to pin you down with needles once. You fling him across the room in your sleep.
He’s intrigued. He starts studying your sleep-Nen with clinical curiosity but eventually gets weirdly possessive over being your cuddle buddy.
You cling to him like a security blanket, and it makes his heartbeat flutter in a way he doesn’t understand. He likes it.
Hisoka
This man is horny about it. You cling to him in your sleep? He’s making the dirtiest comments in the morning.
“Mm, such a needy little thing, even while dreaming~ What exactly were you dreaming about, my dear?”
If your Nen lashes out, he’ll just giggle like it’s a fun game. You accidentally sock him in the jaw? He licks the blood and says, “Encore.”
LOVES that you cuddle him. He wraps himself around you like a spider, legs and arms everywhere. You can’t escape.
Sleeps like a weirdo octopus but it somehow calms your own chaotic sleep.
illumi will be pretty calculated in his moves, each movement purposeful, like he is mapping you out.
his thumb trace your lips lightly while his other hand grabs your cheeks, his grip is secure but not too rough. his gaze piercing, unblicking.
“you think you can escape me? no one can”
his touch would be surprising gentle sometimes, almost tender as he observes you closely. however, is because of his unwavering control.
‘you’re so…perfect for me. only me’
running his finger over your body, untill it reach almost your pussy and then back then. his fingers feels purposelful like he’s claiming every part of you.
‘i-illumi…more’ you try to rush him but you don’t stand a chance, his teasing is torturous.
‘keep pushing, and you’ll see exactly what happens when you disobey me’ he cups your pussy, making you gasp.
‘but i don—‘
‘i will always have you right where i want you’ he comes closer, his lips closer to yours, you earn to taste him, feeling so aroused it drives you mad.
he start coming down untill his face reach your pussy, making you shiver impatiently as his tongue dive between your folds. kissing your lips and playing with your clit, moving slowly as your hands gripping the sheets because of the pent-up arousal.
he is moving how slow and how fast he desire, gauging your reaction until you cum how many time he wants.
by the time he is down with you, you are completly at his mercy.
chrollo
chrollo tends to be composed but his calm exterior crack slightly when he feels you challenging his control.
‘i know what’s best for you, y/n. let me take care of everything’
‘chrollo i don’t wanna figh—‘
he wouldn’t let you escape easily, pinning you against the wall, enough to make you feel trapped.
‘you love me, don’t you?‘ hiz gaze so intense, flickering from your eyes to your lips
‘of course’ you whisper, your response coming from you like a script
he come closer to you ear, whispering ‘i make sure you never reget giving me your love.’ his tongue find your earlobe, making you tremble with need ‘you are everything i need’
he kiss you with a urgency, his touches rough but precise, not ouf of anger but to make sure you understand the weight of his hold on you.
he will kneel between you, a surprise looking at your face as he undress you slowly
‘c-chrollo?’
‘you want this, don’t you?’ he kiss your clother pussy, heat already formed between your legs ‘you’ve already given yourself to me’ he emphasize by pulling your panties down as he start kissing hungrly making you moan shamelessy. ‘and you’ll keep doing so’
‘chrollo—y-yes, please’ you grind on his face, your legs tremble
‘who do you belong to?’ he whispers between his licks, teasing you and kissing your thighs before returning his tongue on you
‘you. only you. always’ you say desperatly, barely controlling yourself
‘such a good girl. you’re making me pround’ as he gives you finally what you wanted, making you cum all over his face.
bonus! (mostly greenflag)
kurapika
kurapika could be quite intense. expecially after something almost happening to you or thats what he thinks so before of his concern.
at night, he will grab your arms gently but secure and look into your eyes with an intense yet loving gaze
‘you have to listen to me’ his words sharp but because he is urging you to listen to him.
‘i’m listening kura—‘
‘why do you always test me? i only want to keep you safe’ he is pushing you slowly further into your shared room.
‘i know baby, but you need to calm down—‘
‘i’m calm, y/n. i’m doing this just because i love you’ his both hands grabbing your face, making you face melt.
‘i know, kurapika. i love you too’ you try to calm him by your love that he can see in your eyes as you sit down on the bed.
seeing you like this, an idea form into his head, pushing you slowly over the bed
‘you’re my reason for everything i do’ he start kissing your neck and worshiping you with his touched, making you feel so warm and aroused
‘yes?’ you whisper to him as his eyes is glued to you, but your tongue over your lipscatching his attention, closing the distance with a desperate kiss but full of pent-up frustration at your stubbornness and a lot of desire.
you both breathing heavily after he push away.
‘i need you.’ he start kissing you from your collarbone, to between your breast and slowly reaching your belly, his hands around your wrists.
‘you’ve been so good to me. i’ll protect you, always’
his meaningful words making your heart full of emotions and the combination with his touches set your body on fire, making you already so wet because of him.
he will kiss your pussy, inside your tights, your curves and everywhere he can. licking your pussy the way you like, the way he surely knows pleasure you the most.
giving you orgasm after orgasm, purring his heart out with his tongue, making you moan his name again and again.
some Chrollo things i found/realized on my rewatch + reread of hxh
- he has REALLY bad posture. in the PT base during yorknew, when Chrollo is reading a book, he is literally hunched over and his back is at like a 45 degree angle🥺
- he’s very smug and cocky. after his fight against Zeno and Silva, he asks with a smirk to Zeno “if we were in a fight, who would win, you or me?” and chuckles knowingly when Zeno replies. during Chrollo vs Hisoka, Chrollo says that he is “100% sure that i am going to win”
- his personality switches depending on who he’s with. with the troupe, he’s logical and stoic—never losing his temper. when he’s with Hisoka, he’s much more relaxed and friendly + smiles much more often. when he’s with someone older, he’s respectful.
- he doesn’t seem to mind celebrations/parties. he’s seen drinking with the troupe in a manga panel after the auction.
- he seems very self aware of his handsome appearance, as he lured Neon in + most of the abilities in his book are from women.
- in terms of physical strength, Chrollo is 7th in the Troupe —above Bonolenov, Nobunaga, Shalnark, Pakunoda, Shizuku, and Kortopi, making him MUCH MUCH MUCH stronger than even superhumans such as Gon and Killua. (I love this fact for some reason)
- he had many similarities to Gon and Kurapika as a kid. (read Ch. 395-397, which is the Troupe backstory. it has a lot of cute baby Troupe member scenes🥺)
- he has a habit of covering his mouth with his hand whenever he is thinking deeply about something or connecting the lines.
- he knows a shocking amount about the Kakin Empire (in the manga), even more so than some of the Princes of the Kakin Empire.
- he seems to have a habit of smirking whenever something is going according to plan or when something went according to plan. he also just seems to enjoy smirking in general.
- his favorite color seems to be purple due to much of his outfits being some sort of variation of purple.
- in official arts + mobage cards, he seems to have dark circles under his eyes. in the yorknew city arc, he is also the only troupe member who didn’t sleep during the entire arc, meaning that he seems to have some sort of insomnia.
- in mobage cards, Chrollo seems to have a habit of fidgeting with his clothes. (pulling off his tie during the Christmas mobage card, playing with his hat, etc,.)
- he is very athletic, considering how at the end of yorknew city when he was left nen-less on those plateaus, he managed to climb down and find shelter all by himself.
- he is also very rich, since on average, every Zoldyck assassination costs around 1 billion—Chrollo managed to afford to assassinate the 10 Dons, meaning 10 billion Jenny.
- Chrollo doesn’t seem to care whenever someone is being disrespectful towards him or the troupe.
- Chrollo seems to have a particular fondness for suits, as he is often seen wearing a suit in official arts
- Chrollo often wears clothing that covers much of his body
- Chrollo seems to have the traditional values of a chivalrous man, meaning that he respects women quite a lot and makes sures to keep them safe. Chrollo made sure to catch Neon in the most respectful way when she “fell” (he literally could have just grabbed her by the arm and it would have been fine), he made sure to keep Pakunoda + Machi + Shizuku in the same team during yorknew (there were no men in their team), and during the Chrollo vs Hisoka battle, none of the female spectators (or even the commentator) were harmed.
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AUGHHHHHH CHROLLO ILYSM PLEASE LIVE UNTIL THE END OF THE SERIES😭🥺😫❤️CHROLLOOOO UR MY BBY AND ILYSMMMMM😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺🥹🥹🥹❤️❤️❤️😫😫😫💕💕💕
characters: Chrollo, Feitan, Hisoka, Illumi, Kite, Knov, Kurapika, Leorio, Machi, Meruem, Morel, Nobunaga, Pakunoda, Pokkle, Shaiapouf, Shalnark, Shizuku, Shoot
Warnings: Pre-established relationship, gn!reader, smut but nothing too explicit I guess?
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Chrollo:
Chrollo can be super demanding, and he craves intimacy. He's also surprisingly gentle and attentive during sex, and he knows every inch of your body. Chrollo loves to buy new lingerie for you so you can wear it for him. In bed, he's dominant but he's also very tender, and always makes sure that you're okay. He's also a bit of a pillow talker and always whispers dirty words in your ear.
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Feitan:
Feitan is a switch, sometimes he wants to be a dom and sometimes a bratty sub. He has a huge praise kink and that's one of the main things that get him going. Feitan has an oral fixation and could spend hours between your legs.
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Hisoka:
Hisoka enjoys taking his time and teasing you, knowing exactly how to press all your buttons. He prefers to slowly explore your body, tracing along sensitive spots with light touches. His breath hot against your neck while he whispers filthy words in your ear, describing everything he plans to do with you. He's also a big fan of hair pulling and using his tongue on you.
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Illumi:
Illumi doesn't really know a lot about sex, but he's a quick learner. He has a huge breeding kink, because he learned since he was young that he should continue his family. He absolutely adores it when you tug on his hair.
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Kite:
For him, sex has to be completely intimate. He's always holding your hand or caressing your hair during it. Sometimes he can be very submissive, and you have him wrapped all around your finger. Kite completely melts when you start to get demanding with him. He can be very needy and even start whining. He also has the best aftercare ever. He gives you a bath, food, and cuddles you to sleep.
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Knov:
Knov loves thigh highs, and he loves buying them for you. He also loves marking you. He gives you hickeys, bite marks, and even slap marks sometimes.
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Kurapika:
This man has a huge breeding kink. He wants to make sure that his clan won't end after the massacre. Kurapika can't stop imagining how beautiful you would be pregnant.
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Leorio:
Leorio doesn't hide that he's a perv. When you aren't home and he misses you, he grabs one of your panties and starts jerking off on it. He also likes to sniff and lick it.
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Machi:
Machi is a dom. She has a weakness for bites and kisses on her neck. She also loves marking you.
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Meruem:
He doesn't know a lot about sex and has only read books about it. Meruem is super dominant in the bedroom. He can get a bit rough with you and often leaves marks all over you. His favorite way of leaving marks is biting. He always wants to be in control.
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Morel:
Despite being 40, Morel is full of stamina, and his sex drive can be quite high. He always has his hands all over you.
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Nobunaga:
Has a hair-pulling kink. Nobunaga is always in control and is super demanding and commanding. He enjoys marking you with a lot of hickeys, bruises, and bite marks because he likes to show that you're only his. Nobunaga would also be more than happy to ruin you until you forget everything but his name.
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Pakunoda:
Pakunoda would always dom you, and she'd love to fuck you dumb on her strap. She'd also want to use handcuffs on you. After ruining you on her strap, she'd give you the best aftercare ever. She's always super caring with you.
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Pokkle:
Pokkle would never admit it to anyone, but he has a thing for being submissive. He'd love it when he's on his knees, obeying you while you praise him and call him a good boy.
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Shaiapouf:
Just like Meruem, everything he knows about sex is what he learned from books. At the same time that he'd obey everything you say and even sob when you punish him, he'd control and boss you around, punishing you when you're being bratty. It just depends on how he's feeling.
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Shalnark:
Shalnark would love to record you and would always use those videos to relieve himself when you aren't there.
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Shizuku:
Something tells me that she likes reading smut, and she'd be super embarrassed if anyone discovered, but Shizuku would also love to try some things she reads with you.
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Shoot:
Shoot is usually submissive, acting like your good boy and obeying your every order, but there are times when he feels super confident and is a soft dom. He loves it when you praise him because he feels like the most special guy ever.
