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phinkslave · 5 months ago

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Could you do #1, 11 and 12 with phinks? You don’t have to do all of them but I loveee the prompts

Unbreakable bond

1: “I want to hear you beg.”

11: “Don’t close your eyes. Look at me. “

12: “You’re mine.”

Of course! I truly hope you like this aha since it is my first ever piece of writing. I tried my best, and if u think I need any tips or so on let me know! I didn’t make it as dark as I would have hoped for but please enjoy. 🫶🏼

Warnings: Smut, minor violence, noncon (sort of), yandere behavior

It’s been around two months since he’s taken you. You’ve dreaded every moment. Simple things like watching movies or even reading books didn’t interest you anymore, but you had to pretend. You were scared to show any protest against him. He was dangerous. He was strong. You wanted was freedom, but the question was how? How would you get away from him. He’s stronger, faster, and just more able than you’ll ever be. Knowing that just made you feel hopeless. You’re trapped forever.

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“Listen, me and the troupe got a mission. It’ll take at least a whole day so, if you want any take out or such, let me know.” Phinks said as he entered your guys’ shared room.

Well you insist to sleep on the couch but, he’d never let that slide.

You could only manage to mumble a little “okay.” In his direction, not even looking him. Which he seemed to have expected. Phinks has always been a patient man, and as much as you hate to admit, he was trying his best to treat you nice, be all sweet, to tend to all your needs. You sort of appreciated how kind he was, especially after hearing how his friend feitan broke his girlfriend’s legs. You shuddered at the thought. It reminded you just how much you needed to get out of this place. Phinks had enough strength to break your fingers with a pinch.

“I think we’ll be heading someplace near Yorknew. I heard they got great snacks. Ya interested?” He said in an attempt to cheer you up a bit.

Phinks saying that shook you out of your thoughts, he distrupted your mental plan on how to get the hell out of his little apartment he keeps you in meteor city.

“No.”

“Really? Nothing at all? Heh fine, starve for all I care.”

Then there it was. His annoyed side. Phinks can be a sweetheart, but he can also get upset just as fast.

After spending a few hours in the room, you left. Heading to the kitchen since you finally started feeling the hunger in your stomach. You can only resist food for so long. In the kitchen was a troubled looking phinks who was on the phone.

“I just don’t like this ide-…ima have to call you back nobu.” Is what he said as soon as his eyes laid on you.

“Hey babe, ya hungry?”

“Mhm.”

“Sorry about earlier……do you want anything specific? I’ll bring it to you.”

“No.”

He just watched you as you grabbed an apple and started heading back to the room.

“Hey hey hold on..” grabbing your forearm.

“What.” Poison lacing your tone.

He made an audible loud sigh.

“Listen. I get your upset, I know you wanna go home, but you got to give me more than that. Come on, i just want you to forever be protected. I love you.”

“Well I don’t.” Snatching your arm away with much atitude.

Before you could turn around again he slammed you against the wall, shaking some famous art pieces he stole that were hung up the wall. The slam didn’t hurt, but it was just so aggressive. Tears started to immediately form.

“Listen.” His tone being the most angry you’ve heard so far. “I am trying my best to be the good guy here. Do you know how fucking hard you’re making this for me?”

At this point your tearing up.

“I might as well let it out now. You’re not leaving me. Ever. Okay. Understand that, this, this place is your new home. Understand that, because I won’t have the patience to explain it to you again. You’re mine. Nothing you do will change that. If you think you can leave. Understand that you won’t ever. You love me. And I love you. Do I make myself clear?”

“Y-yes.” Trying not to let sobs spill.

“Good.” He said smiling, wiping your tears. “Now none of that, you know I hate it when you cry.”

He hugged your shaky body.

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That was just 3 weeks ago, but all this boredom being in the house made it feel like a few days back.

Since then you and phinks have made lots of progress. Him being the only person interaction you get, sort of made you have no other choice. If you didn’t treat phinks like a friend, you think you’d truly go insane.

Relationship progress wise, the farthest you and him have ever gone was just a measly makeout. Each time sitting on his lap, facing him, you could feel how hard you’d make him. Which boosted your confidence. Slyly rocking your hips to get him more worked up.

It was amusing. You tried to tell yourself it was okay, making out and basically riding your kidnapper shouldn’t be okay, but overtime you’ve began to like phinks, besides he was pretty handsome, and his little jokes he’d make every now and then, or even how on every mission back he would bring you a stuffed animal or some chocolates.

Thankfully for yourself, he’s never gone as far as you’d like. Limiting himself to only where you’d start and stop. Knowing full well he could pin you down and take whatever he wanted was a thought you’d resurface every now and then, but you trusted him more and more.

Time went on and the more needy you got. Makeouts werent satisfying you enough.

Phinks just got home from a mission.

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“Hey, I was hoping we could watch a movie tonight or something.” You said greeting him at the door.

“Yeah, whatever’s fine.” Giving you a worn out smile and a peck on the lips. “I’m just gonna tidy up a bit.” Clearly dirty from whatever fights he got into.

“Okay! I’ll set up.” You said all cheery.

The thing is, you were hoping to have sex tonight. Being a virgin you want it to be special, but of course phinks didn’t know that. You put some snacks on the table as well as some drinks. A little alcohol won’t ever hurt. Dimming the lights putting some fluffy blankets on the couch and now all that was left to do was click play for the movie.

Around 10 minutes has passed and you got bored having to wait on him so long.

“Phinks! You’re taking so longggg.” You said in a whiny voice.

No response.

“ugh! Phinks.” Getting up you checked the bathroom, and he wasn’t there. So you went to your guys’ bedroom and there he was. Laying in bed, not even under the covers, as if he fell asleep as soon as he made contact with the bed. Wearing nothing but some sweats and a grey tank top.

You were a bit frustrated, but then again it was so adorable seeing his chest rise up and down so slowly. You had an idea.

Walking up to him, you got on top, straddling his waist. His eyes opened, all droopy.

“Sorry sorry, I swear they were just shut.” He said all groggy.

“It’s okay, we can do other things….” Leaning down to kiss him, trailing down from his jaw to his neck.

You felt his jaw tense up a bit under your kisses, and soon feeling his hands grip your wait somewhat harsh.

“This is better than a movie.” He thought he could be subtle about it, but you felt his tiny grinds against your clothed core. But you played along, grinding against him as needy as ever, letting a few whines drop from your lips, he got the memo.

“It’s like that?” He said smirking up at you, all you managed to do was let out a few huffs, getting tired already dry humping him.

He got up, you still straddling his waist. Turned around and laid you gently on the bed. Hearing a few silent protests from you due to the lack of contact.

He took his tank top off, you finally realizing just how built this man was. It looked like his abs had abs, he had such a prominent v-line, and his arms were bigger then your remember. “Like what you see?” He said all cocky, clearly noticing how in awe you were. But it didn’t do nothing but make you nervous. What if he didn’t like your body?

“Just touch me already?”

“Oh it’s not as simple as that, ya know how long you’ve made me wait? I want to hear you beg.”

“I am not begging.”

“That’s a shame….” He leaned over picking up his tank top, but before he could put it on again,

“Okay okay fine….please….just touch me.”

“Boringgg, that’s the best you can do?”

“I will bite you.”

“Yeah yeah, your lucky your cute.” He leaned down taking your tshirt off. “No bra?” Bending down to suck your nipple, causing you to get out some more moans. Geez, he knew how to work his mouth. He got up again from leaning down, this time taking his and yours pants off, being left in nothing but your underwear’s. First, he took yours off, clearly noticing your embarrassment “you’re so beautiful.”

Using his hands to open your legs more apart allowing his fingers room to gently start caressing your clit.

“I wasn’t kidding when I said I need you begging.”

This time you didn’t care, you needed him, you had to.

“Please phinks, please I need you so bad, I crave-“ before you could finish you yelped, feeling a finger enter you, causing you to squirm so much he had to hold u down a bit with his other hand.

“Tell me how much you love me.” Adding another finger.

“I love you! I love you so so much.”

“Geez, this wet for me babe?”

“Mhm all for you-“ you stopped talking, being to focused on his fingers in you. And he let you, silently smirking to himself, letting you to enjoy the feeling. As soon as your legs started shaking, he moved his fingers.

“Can’t have you finishing already now can we?”

You looked at him all teary eyed due to your almost orgasm, cheeks all red.

“Keep looking at me like that I’ll finish before you.” He said in a chuckle, racing to let his cock free.

You watched how it sprung against his stomach as soon as he let it out. Kind of scared and regretting all of this. What would he think when he knew you were a virgin? Would that even fit?

He gave himself a few pumps, “we don’t need no condom.” He said, approaching you again, but this time you scooted yourself across the bed a bit, giving distance between you two.

“I don’t think it will fit.”

“Of course it will, c’mere babe.”

“No.”

“What? What’s wrong? You being f’real right now?”

You looked at him all nervous before he let out a sigh. Grabbing you by your ankles causing you to be as close as he needed.

“Don’t be silly, we were doing so well.” Aligning himself with your entrance.

“Stop phinks I’m serious.”

“Nah. Don’t worry you got this alright?”

Trying to scoot away again he held your wrists down.

“I’m a virgin!” You yelped out.

He looked at you. Chuckling.

“Is that what’s got you so worked up? Sweetheart, if anything that’s better, anyways I’ll be gentle yeah?”

“Please phinks….”

“You know you wanted this so bad, I’m just tryna give you what you what.”

Despite your protests, he held your wrists above your head with one hand in order to have his other free to guide his tip inside. You shut your eyes. He stopped as soon as he saw.

“Don’t close your eyes. Look at me.”

When you didn’t listen he got frustrated. He gave your face a few light but harsh taps, and then grabbed a hold of your neck.

“Listen to me.”

Your eyes opened. But this time you were sobbing uncontrollably.

“Good girl. Hey hey, none of that just let me take care of you baby.” Wiping some of your tears.

“I don’t want this.”

“Sure you do, you just don’t know it yet.”

And with that, he slowly entered, he made no effort to hide his grunts, holding eye contact with you as his hand around your throat didn’t allow you to move your head around.

As soon as he felt him ease into you, he let go of your wrists and neck allowing you to grip the bedsheets freely and him holding your hips.

“Feel better now?” His head in your neck, rocking his hips at a painfully slow pace. He wanted you to adjust first for a few minutes. It took all of him to not just start slamming into you.

“Nhm hm.” You said, holding your moans inside, your arms wrapping around his neck.

Eventually his pace fastened, and you couldn’t hold your moans in anymore, his thrusts getting harder since your moans were encouragement to him.

“ ‘m bout to phinks-!”

“No, not yet.” He said and he started to rub your clit. He knew you’d cum, but he liked the thought of him fucking your overstimulated body.

“Is t’much!” You squirming trying to push him off.

“Almost baby, almost.” And with that you came undone under him, shaking vigorously, cumming on his cock. That sight alone was enough to almost have him undone.

“Stop! Stop!” You screamed out, pushing against him but he just grabbed your wrists, pinning them on your tummy with your arms crossed.

“A bit more.” He said through his teeth, as he finally came undone inside you. the feeling of his cum still causing you to shake. After a minute of him laying on you, both of you out of breath, he finally pulled out, you shuddered at the feeling of cum dripping out of you. He left, and came back with some napkins, wiping you clean.

“Sorry about the mess….” He broke the silence.

“Can we sleep now…” you confused on the whole situation. You didn’t know if you liked what had just happened or if it was against your will.

“Sure.” He said, lifting you up so he could pull the covers down, and climbed into bed next to you.

Letting your thoughts drift you to sleep as he kissed your temple, the last words you heard was a cheeky I love you.

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spadeselfshipcorner · 3 months ago

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One-Shot 1: Sleepy

POV: Hisoka🃏

Genre: Platonic banter 🗯️

Word count: 1.2k

Sixteen hours had passed since the Hunter Exam’s third phase had begun, and although Spade had no way of seeing the situation outside, due to the lack of windows even at the base of Trick Tower, they could tell it must’ve been really late, at the very least 1 AM.

The only other people they were sharing that circular room with were Hisoka, Gittarackur and Hanzo; nobody else had completed the third phase yet.

Spade was desperately trying to keep their eyes open. They’d been playing various card games with the odd magician ever since they’d gotten done having dinner: Poker, Black Jack, Briscola, Scopa… Hisoka had won most of them, though most definitely because he was cheating. Spade refused to accept he could be so lucky for so many times in a row.

Luckily they weren’t betting money during their games, otherwise the poor artist would’ve soon had to hand to him all the contents of their backpack and probably a couple of organs too to make up for their lack of actual money.

“I thought Itarians were supposed to be good at card games…” Hisoka smirked, raising his eyebrow teasingly. Winning over and over would’ve gotten old, if it weren’t for how entertaining it was to watch Spade get upset over losing, and progressively lose more and more of their edge as sleep began to take over their mind.

Seeing them struggle and yet so readily ask for a rematch was great, though he wondered if all that enthusiasm might’ve been an act. They were a very faceted individual, their behavior starkly changing depending on the situation.

Spade weakly shuffled the smooth playing cards in their hand, almost dropping a couple. “Shut it… I am good, I’m just dead tired right now… I can’t think straight.” They pouted, their eyes narrowing as they looked at the magician.

“You’re tired?” Hisoka asked, his smirk widening, “Hunters shouldn’t get tired so quickly, you might find yourself into a situation where you can’t absolutely fall asleep, what will you do then?” He added with a pinch of mockery in his smooth voice.

“Playing examiner again? Ugh, if I ever was in that situation I don’t think my body would let me sleep, too much adrenaline in the bloodstream, y’know?” Spade argued back, their eyelids feeling heavier by the minute as they yawned, not bothering to cover their mouth.

Hisoka chuckled, “You sure about that? I’m not the safest person to be next to, and you know it, so where’s all that adrenaline?” He teased Spade with a small grin.

The artist looked at him, crossing their legs on the cold stone floor and chewing the inside of their cheek. “If you wanted to kill me, you would’ve done so hours ago,” they replied bluntly, “it’s not like I could stop you either way if you were going for a kill.”

Hisoka bit his lip, suppressing another chuckle, “touché,” he replied, leaning his back against the wall.

Silence fell for a moment, as the blue-haired magician stared at Spade, seemingly waiting for them to do something, until eventually he spoke up again. “Hello? It’s your turn to fish.”

Spade flinched slightly, broken out of their sleepy trance, “oh! right, right… apologies…” They mumbled, slowly reaching out to the neat stack of cards on the floor with half-lidded eyes, before they suddenly felt their body fall forward from exhaustion.

They would have certainly face-planted on the pavement, if it hadn’t been for one hand catching their face unceremoniously and supporting it.

It was Hisoka’s hand.

He lightly squeezed Spade’s face, his stiletto manicure poking their cheeks as he looked at them with his golden eyes, clearly holding back more laughter. “Ready to forfeit yet?”

Spade’s eyes remained closed as they groaned uncomfortably. “Let go…” They mumbled, without answering his question, because it was pretty obvious they were in no condition to continue playing at that point.

Hisoka smirked, giving their face one last squeeze, treating it like a fleshy stress ball and leaving tiny marks on their skin where his nails had pressed, before finally letting it go. His eyes lingered on Spade as they rubbed their cheeks sleepily, and repositioned their glasses on their nose bridge.

“Damn you got some talons on your hands.” They complained, still cracking jokes, though their tone was noticeably flatter than when they were fully awake.

“Would you have preferred it if I’d let your face hit the floor?” The magician replied with a smirk.

Spade stopped rubbing their face, glancing at Hisoka with a furrowed brow, “That’s not…” They stopped, too tired to find the right words at the moment, before sighing and giving in. “Thanks for catching me.” They replied reluctantly.

“That’s better,” Hisoka spoke again in a silky tone, gathering his cards and shuffling them a couple times, before making them disappear.

The artist stretched, arching their back and lifting their arms up, “thank God that’s over…” They muttered, their voice a little strained from the stretch.

The magician lifted a brow, “you wanted it to be over?” He asked, almost sounding perplexed.

“Since my like… third loss.” Spade admitted, scooting back near the wall to lean against it.

He did a slow blink in response. “Then why didn’t you give up sooner?”

Spade shrugged, “I wanted to see if I could at least win one more time.” They said, sounding quite honest again.

Hisoka took note of that. Predictably, Spade’s performative tendencies died down when they were tired, revealing more of their true self. Blunt, stubborn… he wondered what else they were hiding.

“Interesting…” He mused, wondering how much longer Spade could manage to hold his interest, though for now, he considered himself intrigued.

His train of thoughts was quickly derailed as he suddenly felt a weight on his right shoulder. He looked over, only to see Spade’s body had slid off the wall and was now leaning against him.

That was definitely new.

The mere fact that someone blatantly weaker than him could look so calm around him was something unordinary. Hisoka had to physically hold himself back from doing something to scare Spade right there and then. He imagined how their expression would go from calm to terrified in a second if he were to, say… wrap his fingers around their throat.

That would wake them up good for sure.

He almost did it, his left hand slowly reaching out to them, but then he changed his mind, figuring it would’ve been more entertaining to see their face looking like that while they fought. He just had to be patient, knowing that the longer he had to wait for that moment, the more cathartic that sight would feel.

So the magician’s hand changed trajectory and ran smoothly through their black hair instead.

“Are you going to sleep here?” He asked, seeing their eyes flutter open ever so slightly.

“Do you mind?” They replied softly.

Hisoka chuckled, “no…” He said, truthfully.

“Hm…”Spade’s body slowly slid down lower, until it was resting on his lap, the sleepiness definitely making them more confident when it came to physical contact. “Are you going to kill me if I fall asleep?”

He shook his head, “I prefer killing my preys when they’re awake.” He answered, still feeling incredulous, at least inwardly, that Spade was really going through with this, seemingly having no survival instincts.

“Good.” they simply replied, getting comfortable on Hisoka’s lap, falling asleep in just a couple minutes, either unaware or uncaring of the dangerous path they were going down on…

Like a little bug, resting on a Venus flytrap.

“Sleep tight~”

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