#kurakuro

[sskol]

kurapika: ……

[morrowart]

you can have all I’ve made and all I’ve ever known

you can have both my lungs if you ask me so

[museofreverie]

kurapika and chrollo are so so so dear to me like i am officially OBSESSED. the yearning. the tension. the angst. THE HATE. oh i love them so much i can't stop reading kurakuro fics i need more GIVE IT TO ME RIGHT NOW

[mimidiann]

[stil-yr-sand]

this song would be a good animatic i think either for killugon but specifically this lyric

the overall theme of the song cpuld also be applied to kurokura in like a fuckrd up way

esp these parts like lets pretend chrollo is in love w kirapika and the “i just wanted love but u wanted gore” perfrct bc kurapika wants to kill him

and the rage is red (eyes) is the closest to lvoe youll ever get IS SO REAL

@ryumexryume wont let me send asks so here ^__^

[cxqpii]

sketch

[fatiguedcorvid]

what your favourate hxh ship says about you

(totally stealing this format from eldena doubleca5t because i wanted a hxh version)

KilluaxGon-you just wanted good things for Killua, and really, who wouldn't

LeorioxKurapika-you actually prefer the '99 adaptation

IllumixHisoka-you're really into bdsm despite never having tried it yourself

ChrolloxKurapika-your either really into bondage, really into femboys, or most likely, both

HisokaxGon-you know my joke's gotta be fbi open up

ChrolloxHisoka-you're a strong believer in the inherent eroticism of begging your senpai to notice you

ChrolloxIlllumi-you're a strong believer in the inherent eroticism of being done with Hisoka's bs

HisokaxIllumixChrollo-your horniness knows no bounds. Your thirst can't be quenched, can it?

MachixHisoka-you enjoy being rejected by strong women

PhinksxFeitan-maybe you're the rare Phinks fans, but most likely you're a Feitan fucker who's too embarrassed to ship him with y/n

UvoginxShalnark-you're always a sucker for things that are so sad, like it you very every time

PokklexPonzu-you're always a sucker for things that are so sad, and you're heterosexual

PalmxKnov-you unironically browse the teacher crush tag on Tumblr

PalmxGon-this one's also fbi open up, but you're also heterosexual

KomugixMeruem-you're a strong believer in the inherent eroticism of a board game addiction

ZenoxNetero-you skipped past the dilfs straight to the gilf zone

ParistonxGing-you're a strong believer in the inherent eroticism of watching all the joy seep out of someone's eyes as they realize they have nothing left to live for

AmanexCanary-i don't know how you, a Yuri fan, made it into the hxh fandom, but good on you for making the most of it

GonxRetz-don't you mean Gonxwho?!

VergeixBisky-you just want a strong woman to crush your head between her thighs like a watermelon

PakunodaxChrollo-you have been secretly in love with your best friend for the past twenty years, but sure, you'll definitely tell them someday

NobunagaxHinrigh-your speed and dedication are only surpassed by your ability to disregard the impending train wreck

KilluaxIllumi-you strongly identify with Killua, but you're also an Illumi simp. Or at least, i reaaaly hope this is what's going on here…

[themythofnarcissus]

kurapika x chrollo

; nsfw ; messy blowjobs ; hate sex

“I can’t believe,” Chrollo swallows hard. He half chokes on a laugh, half chokes on a moan. Kurapika presses harder on his clothed cock. He’s wearing his dress shoes— Church shoes, maybe, Chrollo likes that word better. They’re sharp and shiny and they make him grin. “I’m the least of your problems here.”

“Shut your mouth.” Kurapika’s eyes shine red. Chrollo can tell it’s only half anger, and a lot more arousal.

Kurapika’s hand is cold against his face, gripping his jaw hard, cruel, chains dangling next to his ear— moments before his head makes impact with the wall, a dizzying pain rushing to his ears. Chrollo can’t stop grinning, eyes transfixed to ruby red, and he tests his luck, he does, he licks down Kurapika’s palm in retaliation.

Kurapika slaps him, he slaps him hard enough for his head to snap to the side. He can feel redness in his mouth, a cruel press into his loin, and God he’s hard, but Kurapika is harder.

“Hard for me, Kurta?” Chrollo’s laugh is low, cocky. He knows he is powerless against Judgement Chain and he’s enjoying the thrill.

“I’ll kill you,” Kurapika hisses, twisting his fingers into the spider’s greasy, greasy hair. “How has it been, riding in the lowest decks?”

“Mhm,” Chrollo licks his lips, Kurapika is unzipping his trousers. “Between hunting for him,” his eyes droop for a moment, and the hunter falters. “And many, many lovers” his tone begun to ease. “It’s been a relaxing ride.”

“Scum.” Kurapika’s jaw sets. “You thrive amongst the trash.”

“Always have.” Chrollo parts his lips when the grip returns to his hair, and he hardly has the time to breathe from his nose before Kurapika is down his throat, hard and stinging. Chrollo squeezes his eyes shut to will a couple of tears away, gagged but only somewhat.

“How many have you killed in such a short stay?” Kurapika knows there won’t be an answer, not with the way the spider is slurping down his cock, messy, letting his jaw slap against his pelvis. He cups the back of his head and draws him closer, Chrollo half stumbles and claws at the floor for purchase, Kurapika’s cock a dull pain at the back of his throat.

Chrollo feels his trousers getting too tight, making him hot, his hair starting to stick down the sides of his face, disheveled, caked with old gel.

Kurapika hates him, he decides, yet again. It’s nothing new, but right then, he hates him more than ever. He’s pretty, so pretty, cheeks hollowed, eyes big and watery, bobbling out, skinny, too skinny, sickly and pale and unfortunately gorgeous. Kurapika grips his hair harder when he cums, hopes he draws blood from Chrollo’s scalp and leaves him with a sore, hairless spot.

Chrollo chokes, low, his nostrils flaring, brows furrowed. Kurapika lets him go, draws his cock out, messy, stains his lips and thighs with dripping spit and cum. He looks up, panting heavily, and for a second, Kurapika looks back. His eyes are cold as he wipes his cock against Chrollo’s cheek.

Kurapika hates him. He also kisses him. He can’t help himself, the spider’s eyes are enchanting, black like the abyss, dead, so unlike his own, burgeon red. He takes one last glance at them, a long one, probably the last one in a while, and takes his hurried leave.