#missing eye shal

[masakuterarr]

HxH Fanart : Uvonark

ITS DONEEEEEEEEE

I could have sit longer on this to render even more out of it but I just wanna let this rest as a finished artwork! I HOPE YOU ENJOY 🤍 Gonna be a wallpaper for next month!

I will also probably offer wallpapers individually on my Kofi then! :)

Some close ups

[ataraxiaspainting]

Blue Crow.

Yan Nobunaga x F Reader x Yan Uvogin. (College AU.)

Synopsis: Uvogin hates taking buses, but he enjoys seeing you one seat ahead of him.

Warnings: Yandere themes, non-con, the reader is described as AFAB and she/her pronouns are used, unhealthy relationships, brief mentions of drug/alcohol usage, victim blaming, oral (female receiving), oral (male receiving), sexual blackmail, and implied stalking.

Word Count: 5k.

somewhat inspired by the game classmates! check it out here if you'd like. <3

also inspired by @uvobreakmylegs's digging deeper! it's amazing! <3

*~*~*~*

The 5A station was the closest one to your dorm. It had no seats or shelter of any kind in case of bad weather, only a large blue sign that said Yorknew University, Nursing Program in white bold letters – because it didn’t say anything else about the buses that stopped by and because this stop is surrounded by old rotting trees, the drivers sometimes fail to notice you.

It’s raining now, and everything here is so dark – your clothes, your umbrella, the night sky, and your bag.

Your phone says the bus will be here any minute now, but will it even see you?

If not, you’ll have to find a different way to make it to Nobunaga’s place.

He seemed friendly enough. If you were a few minutes late, surely he��d understand. You were not close enough to invite him over, go inside his home, or let him drive you anywhere, though that is just how you are with all males you casually know. It’s nothing personal.

There are two bright lights a small distance away, and at the sight you raise your hand and wave.

By some miracle, the bus stops and opens its automatic doors.

You take a few steps as you close your umbrella and make your way up the stairs, being careful not to slip. You slip a few quarters into the little slot beside the driver and sit down on a seat near the window.

Taking off your hood, you ruffle your wet bangs out of your face, using your reflection to attempt to get them back to looking presentable. It doesn’t really work, but what does it matter? You’re just there to give Nobunaga some notes his friends wanted to give to him and leave. 

*~*~*~*

“You’re [First], correct?” Chrollo asks, putting his right hand out towards you.

You take out your earbuds, fixing your posture as you nod. A blonde man sits next to you on the bench before Chrollo could, smiling and giggling like he is some gossiping schoolgirl.

“Dang, you’re cute!” Shalnark exclaims. 

“Shal, what the hell are you doing?” Uvogin had started to stomp over. His mere size was enough to keep your eyes on him and not the others. Even the one girl who was with them didn’t draw your attention, despite her hair being unnaturally bright pink.

“Saying hi!” Shalnark put an arm around you. On instinct, you squirm a little bit, not noticing how Uvogin rolled his eyes in response to how Shalnark smirked at him. Once you were out of his loose grip, Chrollo politely cleared his throat.

“I was wondering if you could do something for us, Miss [First]. For the gang, I mean.” 

The gang? From what you knew, Chrollo’s group was always causing some sort of rule-breaking but Chrollo himself stayed at the top of the class with superb grades and plenty of attention from girls. It is like no one knew they were connected. They seemed like bad news, but all of your interactions with them had been positive thus far. Did Nobunaga put in the good word for you?

“Um… sure?” As long as it was something that didn’t land you in prison or the hospital, you decide to go along with what Nobunaga’s leader asks of you. It is probably a bad idea to reject, and maybe you’ll get something good out of it in exchange.

“I’d like you to give Nobunaga some notes he missed. He’s been out. Sick, most likely.” You didn’t notice the small piles of books he was carrying until he made them closer to you, wanting you to take them. “Surely you have noticed? He talks to you a lot, I hear.”

“Yeah.” You decide to put them on your lap for the time being. The notes weren’t as heavy as they would have been if you were carrying them. “Is… he doing better?”

“Not sure,” Uvogin says, attempting to pry Shalnark off the bench. “He hasn’t been answering his phone, you see.”

“I don’t wanna!” Shalnark whines.

“Shut up, Shal. You’re gonna make us look bad in front of Nobu’s girlfriend.”

Girlfriend?

“I’m… not his girlfriend…”

They don’t seem to hear you. You’re not exactly the loudest person, after all. You have been teased for having a soft voice and having to speak up. These people wouldn’t ignore you, you think. Shalnark and Uvogin are play fighting, and Chrollo is talking to that magenta-haired woman. They wouldn’t ignore you, you’re just being too shy. They wouldn’t ignore you, they are Nobunaga’s friends. Nobunaga wouldn’t ignore you, why would they?

“I’m… not his girlfriend.”

Uvogin is the only one to give you a response after hearing it. He shoots you a confused look before continuing to tickle Shalnark. No one else seems to notice your words.

After a few more tries, you decide to give up for now. Looking at the notebooks in front of you, you decide to open the top one up. There are just standard mathematical problems as well as some doodles and words of encouragement in the vacant spaces of the looseleaf. 

‘Go get them, tiger!’

‘Don’t die on me now!’

‘Remember one plus one?’

‘♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡’

At first, you think that it is Nobunaga’s girlfriend, but you shake your head to erase it. No. The gang thinks you are his girlfriend. 

Perhaps Shalnark then? From the times you sat near him in your chemistry classes, his handwriting was a mess. It took some effort to realize that he was simply drawing and not paying attention to the professor in the slightest. However, his favorite things to draw were bats and computers. Would he really draw hearts and not those things so Nobunaga could know it was him? 

Maybe it was an inside joke. You’re not going to ask because you don’t want your question to come off as disrespectful, though you were slightly curious.

You’ll just do what you were told and go right back home.

*~*~*~*

Shalnark texted you the address of Nobunaga’s place a few hours ago, but if you were being honest it took a while to decipher what he was saying. In between every five or so memes or videos he sent you there was a number or letter, maybe three at most if you were lucky.

You sat there with your phone in your hands for what felt like forever, not having the guts to ask Shalnark to just tell you straight up – because he wouldn’t, you know that.

From what you managed to gather from your online map, it seemed that Nobunaga’s place and Uvogin’s place were near each other, no more than a fifteen-minute walk at most. If they lived so close to each other, why didn’t one of them just visit the other? That was the third red flag you didn’t say anything about… and came to regret only half an hour later.

The electric sign attached to the entrance of the bus flickered from time to time with varying degrees of brightness. One person complained openly to the driver that the screen was so dark they did not know that they had missed their dormitory’s building. He didn’t care, only shrugging his shoulders and telling the student that ‘that’s life’. They got off murmuring curses you could hear from the middle part of the bus. Once again, he didn’t care. Like Shalnark, the driver wouldn’t take anything you say seriously; so you just used your online map to count the stops ahead.

“Hey.”

“Next stop: Aster Road, Thirds Street.” The automated message from the bus speakers loudly said, glitching a little after the word ‘Road’.

“Hey.” 

You failed to notice who was behind you as you were too busy counting the stops ahead on your phone.

“Hey.”

“Next stop: Ritas Street, Wilds Complex.”

“Hey.”

“Next stop: Neo Road, Neon Green.”

“Hey.”

“Next stop: Romeos Road, Kiki Terrace.”

“Hey.”

“Next stop-”

You failed to hear the name of the stop because the hand that tapped your shoulder startled you and made you turn your neck around to the seat behind you.

You see a familiar face despite the fading light – or should you say, a familiar body.

“O-Oh… hi… Uvogin.”

Satisfied you had finally noticed him, Uvogin puts his hands behind his head as he smirks. 

“Fancy seeing you so late,” he begins, looking down at your black bag. “Going to Nobu’s place, ain’tcha?”

“Yeah… you?”

“Basketball.”

Was Uvogin on the team too? If you remember correctly it was only Phinks, Feitan, and Nobunaga who were on it. Perhaps he just wanted to watch? Oh well. It’s not any of your business.

After remembering your last conversation with him yesterday, you decide to ask him why everyone thinks you are Nobunaga’s girlfriend – you only talked to him when necessary, in the classes you shared with him, but to be fair he also escorted you around the building most days.

“Listen… about that time…”

“What?” Uvogin turns his head, cupping his ear with his hand. “Speak up.”

“About Nobunaga and me…” You look down – at the books, at your cold wet hands, at the heels of your feet bouncing up and down. Your gut tells you that you’re making a mistake if you talk to him about you and Nobunaga’s relationship, or lack thereof. Your brain goes against it, saying that clearing things up will lead to less trouble down the line. 

Your heart is beating too fast to accept or reject the possibility. 

“Nobunaga and me…”

“You’re still talking too low,” Uvogin interrupts, his stare near-lethal to you. When you flinch at his words, his annoyance seems to disappear. “Hey, you can tell me. We’re friends, aren’t we?”

Yeah. Yeah, you’re friends or at least acquaintances. Saying the truth won’t hurt him and won’t hurt you. Maybe Shalnark’s teasing will go away. Maybe Chrollo won’t give you a task again. Maybe Nobunaga won’t be confused when he comes back to school.

“Nobunaga and me… aren’t dating-”

Uvogin’s expression changing wasn’t as fast as before, but his glare intensified as he stood up.

“Next stop: Nightstar Avenue, Owl’s Place.”

Your ears felt numb after you heard the ‘beep’ sound of someone pressing the stop button. Your eyes felt numb as you tried to see the details of Uvogin’s scowl in the dark.

It was Uvogin. He made the bus stop. But why?

It then hits you; this is the closest stop to Nobunaga’s place.

“Stop requested.” The speaker stated. The bus started to pull over next to a tall blue sign.

“Woah, the bus got here so quickly,” Uvogin says, going to the exit doors. When he didn’t hear you stand up too, he turned in your direction. “Don’t tell me you don’t know the directions to your boyfriend’s house?”

“Please exit through the rear door.” Another automated message. Uvogin presses on the door and it lets him out. After a few more seconds you follow him – your gut tells you that you must.

He helps you down with his much larger hands despite you not really needing it – there are handrails on the doors for that.

“What were you saying?” Uvogin asks. “Something about Nobunaga?”

There is a lit street lamp above the sign. It doesn’t flash like the ones near your dormitory and is much brighter. Despite the weather still being stormy, you can see houses a small distance away – not just the street. 

You can see that Uvogin is smiling again.

“Nothing… It’s nothing.”

“Oh?” He sneers, his smirk getting even bigger. “You didn’t want relationship advice?”

“No…” You reply, your hands going to your backpack’s zipper to make sure the notes don’t get too wet.

“Nobunaga likes mochi. Maybe you can get some for him next time. Daifuku especially. He’d be so happy, maybe he’ll stop skipping class with me.” 

A sigh comes out of both of you at the same time for much different reasons. 

“But I don’t want that to happen… hmm.”

*~*~*~*

The outside of Nobunaga’s house wasn’t the house that stood out the most in this neighborhood. It had rather small walls that had peeling white paint in places closer to the ground, and cigarettes and used needles were thrown all over his dead lawn. The only thing you somewhat liked was the rusty gold sign beside the front door that read 251 – and only for the styling of the numbers.

“Here’s the place,” Uvogin says, patting your back as a way to gently push you forward. “Go on, doorbell's right there.”

You were forced up the steps with a force you knew was gentle for Uvogin but not for you. A trembling finger approaches the button slowly – as if using it would make you lose it via a guillotine’s blade.

Doing so didn’t because this is reality, but the pain in your heart feels similar to such a fate anyway. After a few more seconds and the door still being closed, Uvogin knocks loudly.

“[First]’s here!” His yell almost made you cry.

Your name may as well have been the password because Nobunaga opens the door right away. He pants a little like he was running to greet you two.

“Oh fuck, you made it! I thought the storm woulda scared you away.”

Nobunaga didn’t look very sick; he wasn’t wearing a shirt, had his hair down, and only his boxers covered his lower half. He didn’t look very sick; he actually looked quite well. Those signs scared you more than Uvogin’s subtle threat – if his glaring was intended to be such, that is. You don’t step past the doorway, leaving Uvogin to stand in the rain as you take off your backpack. But when you try to undo the zipper, you feel both of their hands touching you up and down as their grins widen.

“Stop that,” You murmur, attempting to step back. Your spine was greeted by Uvogin’s front half. You feel something pressing into you. Once you figured out what it was, you started to go under one of Uvogin’s arms. His leg caged you in then.

“She’s cute, Nobu.”

Nobunaga doesn’t answer in words – he only chuckles and continues to have his hands resting on your hips.

“Listen. Your notes are here, Hazama.” You say, making an effort to still be nice, to still be understanding. You don’t want to scream because what if you’re misreading something? You don’t want anyone to… be framed for something they didn’t do, right?

“It’s Nobunaga.”

“Huh?”

“Call me Nobunaga,” You’re pushed and pulled more. Before you can blink, you’re thrown on the couch’s back. Uvogin is the one who lets go of you and the one who locks the front door, Nobunaga is too busy feeling the back of your thighs. “I’m your boyfriend – it’s normal to call each other by our first names, right?”

Boyfriend?

Was… Was he…

Was he the one who told his gang you’re dating?

“I missed you, baby.” He murmurs, leaning down and pecking your neck. 

He doesn’t seem to note how you’re trembling now.

“Stop.” 

Uvogin simply gets closer. He doesn’t touch you, but he crosses his arms smirking as he leans against the sofa’s frame.

“Stop,” You repeat, trying to push Nobunaga harder off of you.

It’s not an order either of them recognize, so Uvogin continues to stare and Nobunaga continues to kiss your body.

“Stop!” Your tone makes Uvogin slightly shift. He frowns and his arms uncross. 

He takes a few steps towards you. 

“Nobunaga.” Uvogin’s voice is cold now, like how it was when you were about to get off the bus. You freeze. Nobunaga doesn’t stop – he doesn’t even look at Uvogin. “Nobunaga.”

“Stop, Haz-”

“Watch it.” Uvogin glares at you. “It’s ‘Nobunaga’ for you.”

He’s not… He’s not going to help you?

“Yeah.” Nobunaga agrees, pulling you further into his embrace.

“Let go of me!” You snap and push harder than you did before – and manage to finally ply him off of you.

Nobunaga stares down at you. He is now still. He doesn’t blink. His smile has slightly faded, but it is still there. There are subtle movements in his hands. His fingers are curled up. They want to grab something again.

They want to grab you.

“Don’t joke around like that, princess,” Nobunaga finally says, taking a few steps too close to you. “Not many guys are willing to forgive their girl for pushing them away like that. You almost screamed my ears off.”

“I’m not joking!”

“You are.” Uvogin interrupts, stomping his feet. “You are and I am starting to get annoyed. What about you, Nobu?”

“I’m just here to give notes Lucilfer told me to give to Hazama! I’m not here for anything else.”

Nobunaga’s gaze lingers on your backpack for a few silent moments after you say that. “Really… nothing else?” 

“No, she’s here to cheer you up, Nobu,” Uvogin says, attempting to give a warm smile to his best friend. “She’s… just shy.”

The glare he gives you when Nobunaga’s eyes aren’t on him makes you feel like you are about to see God.

“...Right, [First]?”

You don’t respond right away, but Nobunaga does. He giddily smiles like a child on Christmas morning.

“Oh, you!”

He hugs you – his skin feels akin to slime and his hair clings onto your neck in little bunches. You feel unbrushed knots and his heart beating fast with adrenaline. When your own heart mimics the motion, Nobunaga thinks you are simply being shy – Uvogin had once again fed his delusions.

“She brought you the notes you missed. Even wrote a few cute lines in the blank spots.” Uvogin smirks as you look at him in horror. “She wanted me to come with her. Was anxious about missing your bus stop, sweet thing.”

He walks over to your backpack and grips onto the zipper. You attempt to stop him, walking a bit forward and trying to raise your hand, but Nobunaga’s grip is too strong. Within only a few seconds, the stack of notebooks Chrollo had given you is in Uvogin’s hands. He opens a page and starts reading aloud the cute notes someone else had written.

“Go get them, tiger.” 

He turns to another page. 

“Don’t die on me now.”

Then another.

“Remember one plus one?”

Then another.

“A whole bunch of hearts here…”

He then turns to a section you hadn’t looked at before – the back page.

“With lots of love, your one and only girlfriend [First].”

Oh shit. Oh shit.

Did his gang set you up?

…They did. They did.

This is bad. So very bad.

“I never-”

“Stop being so shy with your boyfriend, [First].”

“Why are you being so difficult?” Nobunaga asks, slightly frowning as you protest.

You have to get out of here – fast. If you distract them enough, maybe you’ll be able to make it outside. But they’re faster than you, just better overall when it comes to physicality-

Uvogin’s hand rests on your shoulder, silencing any thoughts or ideas he does not approve of.

“I know what she wants.”

“Huh?” You and Nobunaga ask simultaneously with two distinctly different tones.

It then dawns on both of you what he means – because his shirt is tossed on the couch before you can even take a step toward the front door.

“I know what she wants.” Uvogin repeats.

He wants nothing more than to put you on your knees as he unzips his pants and as Nobunaga keeps you down. He wants nothing more than for Nobunaga afterward to have a turn – or he could go first if he wishes. One of his fingers and one of Nobunaga’s own will be forced into you after your own clothes are discarded. Two tongues will slather all over your pussy like thirsty dogs – and after a few pictures are taken you’ll stay the night with Nobunaga while he makes his way to tell Chrollo that his idea was a success.

“I really couldn’t have done it without you, boss.”

-You try to scream and Nobunaga’s hand muffles your mouth’s cries.

“Don’t go being such a brat,” Uvogin continues, “When all you really want are two bodies to love on you.”

Your arms are grabbed and you are dragged up the stairs.

In a last attempt to get out of here, your legs spread out on the stairs and kick around at Nobunaga – but the fight is short-lived because they thump so roughly with each wooden step and it hurts; Nobunaga makes a note to finally get rid of any rotten oak once you leave.

The bedroom isn’t as spacious as Uvogin had hoped. Clothes were scattered all over the place already; most Nobunaga’s but others were clearly from past flings or some of yours that he had managed to steal. Your dorm was nicer despite it being the same size as the bedroom and your bed being even smaller. But at least yours had a frame and covers.

Maybe later Uvogin will stop by to see you crying yourself to sleep and to take some trophies.

Your white panties were a favorite of his, but Uvogin wouldn’t mind a little bit of change in his collection. A few bras perhaps or a few black thongs. He hopes for whole lingerie sets, but he knows it will only happen if he is lucky that particular evening.

Uvogin sits on the bed first. He thinks about pulling on your hair to make you sit on the dirty floor, but he dismisses the idea. That would be hurting you more than he has to and Nobunaga would be upset at him inevitably having long strands on his palm.

“Hey Nobu,” He says, unzipping his pants and boxers as he quickly tugs them both down to his ankles. “Make sure she’s comfy as we do this, okay?”

It took a while for you to stop crying after that. It took a while for you to do a lot of things Uvogin and Nobunaga wanted you to do. It took a while for you to take just the tip of Uvogin’s penis. Nobunaga had told Uvogin to take it slow when you had finally clamped your lips around him.

“It’s her first time, Uvo – be gentle, okay?”

Uvogin almost laughed at the irony he managed to leave unsaid.

He didn’t want Nobunaga to get upset with all the information he had attained while stalking you for months. You were supposed to just be his little secret he pinned down once in a while, but then Nobunaga just so happened to share a few classes with you.

He fell for you too. Uvogin had never felt any negative emotion for Nobunaga ever over their years-long friendship, but the slight tinge of envy he possessed the moment he found out could almost count.

Oh well, he thinks. I still have pictures of you that he does not. Pictures I would rather not have him see and you probably don’t either.

Just for future reference in case you acted up too much, though Uvogin could always take the more physical route.

Though once again he remembers that Nobunaga is in the picture now. Though their bond is as strong as forged steel, he knows that his friend has always been a bit too controlling when it comes to what he has and loves.

Whether that be simple instant ramen or expensive bottles of brandy, Nobunaga has always had a habit of stowing his possessions away where no one can even look at them.

Uvogin understands although Nobunaga had said nothing about you being something to own. Uvogin understands because he sees how he looks at you.

It’s not disgust he feels. It’s something much less potent, but he cannot put his finger on the exact word. Machi had described it perfectly once when they were all in their mid-teenage years.

He doesn’t bother to remember right now.

You are more important.

You look prettier than he had ever seen you – precum is leaking a little from your lips as little noises come out of them too.

Please. Please.

Please.

You’re not in tears right now.

Uvogin is glad. You in makeup is nice to look at, but he knows that since it is absolutely pouring outside you didn’t want to put some on. Either for that reason or because you knew that Nobunaga was just a friend, despite what Nobunaga in return has told the Troupe. It’s cute, really.

Maybe later he can pull this when he inevitably breaks into your dorm or even in a study room in the university’s library. You’ll have makeup on when you feel like it or when he forces you to. He can ask Pakunoda about how to apply mascara and stuff. She’ll teach him. As a bonus, she won’t tease him like Shalnark does daily.

Thinking more about the idea, Uvogin makes the mistake of letting go of your face.

You cough louder than he had expected. Your spit is now all over the wooden floor Nobunaga has to clean up later. The floors are water resistant. But not waterproof. Uvogin has to remember that there is in fact a difference. Hopefully, it won’t stain and rot like the stairs did, but if it does Uvogin wouldn’t mind paying for the damages.

He wouldn’t mind paying you to keep silent about this too – or he’ll make the cops silent if it came down to it.

“Oh,” Nobunaga rubs your arched back as you squirm and saliva runs down from your clearly sore jaw. He sounds disappointed, but trying not to let it show. It’s not successful. Every person Nobunaga has ever crossed can read him like a book, not that Nobunaga knows about it. Or maybe he does and just doesn’t want to admit it. “You spat it all up. Didn’t wanna swallow it?”

You don’t respond. Uvogin is getting used to that by now. Not Nobunaga though.

“Shh… it’s okay.” Nobunaga senses your distress but thinks it is just shyness. Uvogin is getting used to that too. “It’s okay… you did such a great job.”

“Home,” You choke out. “Please… let me go home now…”

“What are you talking about, sweetheart?” Nobunaga asks, turning his head a little. “We’re not done here.”

“Please… Please, I-”

“Shh.” Uvogin interrupts. Now it is his turn to play the good guy here. “Nobu still hasn’t had his turn, remember? Thankfully he won’t use your mouth.”

A blend of hope and fright is in your gaze. Uvogin didn’t have to get used to that one. He has seen it too many times with all sorts of people. Chrollo loves that look. Feitan loves it too. Maybe their partners’ eyes are like that as well. A ginger-haired girl avoids Chrollo like the plague and Uvogin hasn’t seen that look particularly on her. Apparently, she does in fact beg him for things. With how prideful she acts, Uvogin would pay money to see that.

“He’ll use his,” Uvogin says. He stands up, zipping his pants back to how they used to be. There are a few white stains here and there, but nothing the laundromat wouldn’t fix. “Then you can go home. Okay, princess?”

You’ll get used to this, Uvogin thought to himself. Everyone gets used to things. Even death.

[bwabys-scenarios]

IM JUST INLOVE WIGH THE WAY U WRITE SHALNARK GAAAHH HES such a CUTIE POOTIE!! 🤞🏽🤞🏽❤️❤️ anyway, I was wondering if you could write some hcs for him as your partner? Sfw and nsfw if you’re up for it, and preferably gender neutral, if not, then afab is fine!!! I hope your day is going well and I just want to say you’re an amazing writer ❤️

Shalnark HCS(SFW+NSFW)

!!REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!!

warnings: creampies, anal, period sex(very short mention), pet names

SFW

-he is the cuddliest mfker ever. like he wants to have you in his lap, his arms, or cuddled up next to him at all times

-loves soft things, so if you have a soft tummy, thighs, boobs, or ass he’s very happy!!

-very mischievous and loves to prank you

-follows you around like a lovesick puppy when he realizes he has feelings for you

-great texter. he’ll be in the middle of a fight and still find time to text you back

-gets annoyed when people take your attention away from him

-has a collection of pictures of you he keeps on his phone to look at when he’s sad/misses you

-struggles to fall asleep without you(will make you call him so he feels like you’re sleeping next to him when he’s gone)

-can’t take anything seriously, and sometimes this can be annoying

-would do anything for you. I mean that

-he’s weirdly in tune with current celebrity gossip. he knows more than you so by a long shot, and sometimes he knows things he definitely shouldn’t…

-can’t stand being away from you for too long. makes him antsy, and as soon as he’s dismissed by chrollo he’s SPRINTING to your apartment

-“lovebug I’m hoomeee~”

-“shal, baby, did you just break in?”

-“the door was locked :(“

-“you could have knocked 😭”

-he’s so silly

NSFW

-he’s up for pretty much anything. Would 100% let you peg him if that’s what you wanted(he’s whipped for you really, and kinky all on his own)

-switch, dom leaning. but he’s very easy to boss around, mostly because he’s putty in your hands

-likes to cum on your face or on your tummy!! usually doesn’t cum inside unless you’re on birth control(he’s not ready for kids lol)

-has fucked you on your period and will do it again

-literally cannot get enough of your pussy. if you’re in his vicinity there’s a good chance he’ll be sneaking up behind you to bend you over and eat you out

-loves anal, but your pussy is his favorite thing to fuck <3

-give him a blowjob and look up at him with your pretty eyes he’ll bust immediately

-call him your good boy or your puppy and he’s on his knees!! those nicknames specifically drive him WILD. he is like a puppy after all, and is hopelessly devoted to you!

-he can be a bit selfish when it comes to sex at first, but improves over time. when he wants to, he can make you cum on his fingers and tongue alone all night long, and other times he’s pushing in without any fore play besides a little bit of rubbing at your clit

-will eat his cum out of you upon request(please ask him)

[monosanimegenericzone]

YEAH

on god kurapika would be a whole different level of pissed. if he was stupid enough he would have used up his index finger slot specifically to box with shalnark even though it is completely unnecessary XD.

AND SHAL WOULD ABSOLUTELY WOMP WOMP HIS ASS IM DYING

"YOU KILLED YOUR OWN FAMILY!"

"L + RATIO + METEOR CITY RULEZ + YO ASS LEFT TOO + SCARLET EYES MAKE BANK + SKISSUE + YOU SUCK!"

i'll also throw in the bonus theory that the tunic shalnark wears is a kurtan exile robe that he found in the village either during or after the massacre and just took them.

bcs as far as he was concerned, he was the last one so he would be the last living reminder that the kurta would exile their own for selfish reasons.

which is so petty and so him.

it would also explain why kurapika wouldn't recognize it bcs his young ass never learned about exile customs.

i might make a separate post about this bcs thats suddenly very interesting

Missing Eye Shalnark

@masakuterarr <- the spawner of such evil intentions

i am an angstoholic so now yall gotta suffer my brainrot

basically the scarlet eye shalnark theory but apply body part collector finding out and bam you get one fucked up boy

i am. so in love with this because whumps give me life and im

trying my best to write it and its

mmmmmmm words are HARD

anyway have him in an eyepatch. its funky.

i drew this at 11pm dont look at me

[tamiixtiger]

Bicker - markhyuk

↳ smut ༉‧₊

like a bickaaahh.. (I apologise.)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

(Sorry if there are any mistakes!!!)

***

Mark was already exasperated. drenched in sweat, he wasn’t even at practice yet. Being an hour late wasn’t acceptable especially when new choreography was being learnt today, he already knew this was going to be hell.

The moment he met eyes with Haechan, that devil incarnate, hand covering his smile attempting to withhold his amusement. It took Mark a minute to put the pieces together as he struggled to catch his breath. Haechan’s reaction was odd, and Mark was confused.

Realisation struck him, it was him, all of this was because of him, it had to be.

This morning Mark thought something was off… none of his alarms had gone off, nor was any of his things in the right place, almost as if it was hidden all over their room.

Yes, their room.

Mark and Haechan were roommates now.

(The fact Haechan left Mark sleeping while he went to practice himself made Mark even more pissed off.)

Mark immediately apologised for his unprofessionalism and quickly got to work. Luckily he didn’t miss as much as he thought he did and caught up with the rest of the group at ease.

After their short water break, Taeyong announced that there will be duet choreography .

"Alright.. I’ve decided that two members will be performing this section of choreography as dance partners! Haechan and Mark this is for you two.

I’ve created this choreography matching your strengths so this should be executed well between the both of you.”

Haechan still glancing at him up and down seeing Mark such a mess was entertaining for him. The idea that he did this to Mark made him all too happy.

He needed all of Mark’s attention for himself.

Mark glared at him. Haechan winked back playfully.

Does he not have any shame? Mark thought.

He was quickly pulled out of his thoughts when Taeyong grabbed their attention.

Taeyong snapped his fingers and stood in front of them.

“You two. Face eachother and put a hand on the back of eachother’s necks.”

Mark hesitated.

“What’s wrong Mark? Haechan doesn’t bite c’mon you’ve known eachother for ages.”

(That’s a lie he does bite.)

Taeyong questioned Marks behaviour but didn’t think much of it.

Haechan spoke up to agree with Taeyong, “Yeah Mark~ what’s the problem?”

Haechan steps closer and lowers his voice whispering in Mark’s ear, “Don’t be so grumpy, didn’t you have a nice lie in baby?”

Mark jolts back embarrassed, his ears were sensitive but Haechan’s audacity was much more pressing.

Baby? Seriously?? He’s insane.

Mark contained his anger and did as Taeyong asked whilst ignoring any shit Haechan tried to pull.

***

Haechan stared at Mark drinking his water peacefully before walking behind him.

Haechan slipped his hands around Mark’s waist, feeling Mark’s shock and small gasp against his body.

“What the-“ Mark was cut off.

“Shh,” Haechan soothes. “Don’t throw a tantrum, you’re starting unnecessary commotion. I’m just giving you affection.” Haechan smiled.

“Fuck you, get off.” Mark snapped, pushing Haechan off of him getting ready for their last rehearsal.

Mark performs well, channelling his frustration into his work, so much he earnt a compliment from their leader.

***

Mark got home later than usual, he went out for a drink with Johnny and was in desperate need of a shower. As expected haechan was using it so he collapsed on his bed, exhausted, and fell asleep cuddling his stuffed animal.

~

“awwh poor baby,” Haechan’s voice sweet yet condescending. “you’ve been such a good boy.. let me help you.”

Mark whines softly in his sleep, his jeans becoming tight and uncomfy. Instinctively he rubbed his legs together in hopes of some friction.

Haechan came out of the shower and saw Mark sleeping. As he got closer to his bed Haechan noticed Mark breathing heavily, letting out small whines.

Maybe he’s having a nightmare? Haechan thought. Until he noticed Mark rutting shallowly against his plushy.

“mmh please.. hyuck,” Mark whined desperately.

Haechan became more and more aroused by Mark’s fantasies, biting on his lip, getting riled up himself. The adrenaline making his heart pound.

Mark looked so vulnerable his face flushed begging for Haechan’s touch. Haechan nudged Mark waking him up slowly.

Suddenly Mark lifts himself up, confused and flustered. He looks up at Haechan with dazed eyes.

Mark traces Hyuck’s eye-line and yelps, Haechan was staring directly at his hard on. Mark quickly covers himself with his hands and rushes to lock himself in the bathroom to calm down.

Mark quickly runs a shower and gets in, what the hell.. why was I having those dreams about HIM of all people. Mark blushes realising he’s still uncomfortably hard.

I hate him so much…

Mark refuses to help himself thinking about…that. It’ll just have to go away by itself. As soon as Mark steps out of the shower there’s a knock on the door.

Haechan speaks up, “Mark are you okay?” he asks sounding genuine. “Can you open the door for me?”

There was silence, before the door was unlocked. Haechan pushes it open carefully revealing Mark standing head down ashamed, stretching his t-shirt inbetween his legs with both hands to cover himself.

“awh.. Mark..” Haechan hugs him and rubs his back, “you’re okay, it’s just a reaction.”

Mark twitches in his arms,

“what’s wrong..?” Haechan asks.

Mark pants, subtly grinding himself against Haechan. Something switched in him. He couldn’t hold himself back, “Please..” Mark begged overcome by his lust, looking at Haechan with glassy eyes. Mark buries his face in Haechan’s neck inhaling his scent and grips Haechan’s back tighter.

“Fuck… who knew you were so dirty?”Haechan taunts. “So you’re finally giving in.”

All Mark could do was whimper.

“Awh baby can’t even speak.” He sympathised.

Haechan flipped Mark around so he was facing the mirror in the bathroom.

“Look at yourself,” he ordered. Haechan’s authority made Mark shiver in excitement.

Haechan lifted up Mark’s t shirt, making Mark watch himself.

“Open your mouth.”

Mark did as he was told opening his mouth slightly,

“Bite on it.”

Haechan pushed Mark’s shirt in his mouth so his body was fully exposed.

“Don’t let go.” Haechan said.

Mark nodded shyly.

“Good boy.”

Haechan felt up Mark’s body, watching him intently through the mirror.

Being watched by Haechan felt so wrong but only turned Mark on even more.

Haechan groped Mark’s chest, coaxing reactions out of him. Haechan teased and rubbed Mark’s nipples.

That was it, Mark completely broke letting out a high and needy moan.

“Hyuck stop..” Mark squirmed in Haechan’s grip. This only made Haechan restrain him even more.

“You’re just like a girl Mark you like having your tits played with..” Haechan mocked him.

“I’m not like a girl..” he protested.

“You know I’m right, say it.” Haechan fondles his chest and pinches Mark’s nipples again earning another shaky moan from Mark.

“You’re.. right…” he struggles to push out his words.

“Right about what Mark… come on tell me.”

“I like… having my tits played with.” Mark looks down in embarrassment. He was so desperate, he couldn’t believe how easily he was submitting to him. Haechan of all people.

Haechan laughed at him, “you’re so pathetic now. You deserve a reward, this is the best you’ve ever been for me isn’t it? Now, let’s get you comfy.”

Haechan led him out of the bathroom and onto one of the beds.

“Sit.” He demanded. Haechan watched as mark sat down cautiously.

“What are you gonna.. uh.. do..?” Mark asked nervously.

Haechan kneeled on the floor and spread marks legs. He looked up at Mark knowingly, leaning closer to Mark’s boxers that were already wet from precum.

Mark held his breathe when he felt Haechan mouth at his cock excruciatingly slow. Mark shook his leg impatiently and held onto Haechan’s shoulder.

Haechan played with the rim of Mark’s waistband, keeping him on edge.

***

Idk if I should finish it I doubt anyone will read but thank you so much if you did T^T I love youuu <3

[parasafterdark]

"Truth (technically)"

Part 1/5 (maybe 7)

Context: This happened recently in Hunting Grounds where they are all furries and stuck in a Deathgame Scenario. I'm skipping the HG![Name] cause it drives me insane in longer Text.

This is part of Game 5, which is a companion of Game 4 with the same Set of players.

CW // Brief Mention of Forced Outing, starvation and attempted drugging

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"Player 1, ask a Question."

Could they just ignore the game? Was that an Option? Truly, after living without Bathrooms for however many weeks it had been, what else could the Organizers even do to make them comply? Starve them? Actually yeah, that was a pretty realistic option.

And while Shal would currently rather die than put anything back into eys stomach, the nervous rustling of feathers reminded em that there were 7 other people who arguably deserved to keep eating.

"Alright!", the Marten groaned before the very nice and helpful Announcer voice could repeat itself a third time.

The room they were in was small. Just enough to seat 2 Players around a floor table. Well, one player seated, while Shal was laying on the carpeted floor, staring at the dark wood paneling above as if that made the world stop swaying. The rules of the SubGame were displayed on the table by an overhead projector.

"Truth"

) Playerorder established via Coinflip.

) Player 1 asks a Question.

) Player 2 answers.

) Outside Participants determine truth of answer.

) Player 1 determines truth of answer.

) Repeat for Player 2.

Simple enough. A bit too simple, really.

Ey asked the ceiling: "Are you cis?"

Instead of an answer, there was a loud buzzer sound making them both flinch.

"Invalid Question: Answer known."

True, the Raven got outed back when 8 no, 81 now, so graciously allowed him his hormones while also starving everyone. So actually there were only 6 other people who arguably deserved to keep eating. 4 if you also discounted the raccoons enforcers.

"How long have you been on Hormones?"

The second buzzer was less jarring at least.

"Invalid Question: Answer known to asker."

Also true, even though Shal didn't quite remember how the topic had even come up. What ey knew for sure is that they had talked about this in private.

At this point the marten wasn't truly surprised that their handlers were listening in on everything they did. But there was still something perverse in having this info thrown at you so casually in a game like this one.

"Do you think they....scratch that" There was no point in asking meta questions in here. At least not while they were still figuring out the limits on this "Truth".

With a sigh ey draped and arm over eys eyes and instead asked something simple: "Do you miss Friends...family?"

"Yes of course."

This time the buzzer came after the answer.

"Invalid Answer: Too short."

Audibly unnerved, the Raven tried to argue: "But that's the answer! What do..." He trailed off, distracted by something Shal couldn't hear. Whatever it was elicited a lot of uncomfortable shuffling before 18 took a deep breath and tried again:

"Yes I miss them. I miss my roommates. I miss cooking with them or just hanging out....going to the park." His voice started to crack. "I miss my pets. I miss my siblings. Is that good enough?" That last sentence was clearly not aimed at anyone in the room.

The announcer Voice answered with it's usual friendly detachment: "Please wait." followed shortly by: "Player 1, do you believe the answer to be true?"

Something in Shal wanted to say no. Not because ey didn't believe it to be. Even without seeing the other's face it was clear that the answer had been sincere. No, it was just that ey was curious about what would happen.

"Yeah, sounded true to me." Luckily the Marten also recognized that ey was not in a good enough condition to be that mean for no reason. "I'm sorry.", ey added quietly, which got em a small affirmative sound back.

"Player 2, ask a Question."

"Do you have people you miss? Outside of here...of the games?"

Shal waited a moment, just in case the Buzzer decided that repeat Questions were invalid. Then ey propped emself up on eys elbows and looked over the table at the Raven who looked nervous, young, haunted. Once again ey wondered what had got him in here.

"Nope", ey shook eys head and regreted that instantly. Shal sat up fully, pinching the bridge of eys snout while continuing, grumbly: "I don't really keep friends, just acquaintances that drift in and out. My father is dead and the other a Hermit I see once...maybe twice a year." Probably shouldn't have brought that up unprompted. "Doubt they've even noticed I'm gone yet." Untrue, Shal had managed to get a last message out.

Of course there was also someone else who had to notice and in hindsight, ey shouldn't have brought that up either during the last game: "Of course, logically, I should be missing my ex." Shal grimaced at the Raven, propped eys chin on eys knee and let eys gaze drift off as ey slowly figured out how to phrase the next bit: "I just...don't. Being here really has been putting into context how little he added to my life, you know?" That should sound true enough. "So yeah, no, I'm good."

"Please Wait."

"Player 2, do you believe the answer to be true?"

"No...no I don't believe you're that cold."

It was a good thing the Marten had sat up. If only just to see 18's terrible pokerface as he mouthed an "I'm sorry!" right after declaring em a liar.

Shal laughed, kept it as a proud smile. It was so nice to see a newbie player catch on so quickly.

The wall behind em turned into a screen, showing footage of a glass bottle filled with black and red bugs, held by Shal who looked, admittedly, slightly unhinged. While they had cut and blurred out all identifying details, the Marten knew this was Captain's perspective. Apparently there had been cameras in their collars.

Shal: "Would you believe I've only read about this place in a journal?"

The Audio sounded rough, tinny and slightly off from where Shal would expect it to come from. Speakers in their wristbands?

Shal: "My Father used to come here before he died. Other places too, but I remember having these little fucks at home."

Shal gestured to the bugs, then looked back right above the camera.

Shal: "I've been reading his journals for years now. Having the weirdest deja-vu since we got here."

The footage cut here, instead showing the surveillance feed of 81's Room during the last game. The Marten laying comfortable on the couch while getting offered spiked water.

81: "I'm just saying... 4 years is a lot of time to throw away so easily."

Shal, laughing: "What else am I supposed to do? Protect my virtues while I get poisened in here?"

Ey deliberately pretended to take a sip. That plan was so dumb. And would not get that much more complex from there.

Shal: "There is just no point to it. Why worry about boring people outside when there are interesting one's to be with here?"

The screen turned off, turned back into a wall.

"Truth confirmed. SubGame finished. Please leave the room."

"Oh this is going to be interesting.", Shal murmured, having now seen multiple little lies officially confirmed as truth.

[eddathegreat]

I looked up at the house in confusion.

"So, right, I was going to warn you ahead of time, but couldn't figure out how to say it, and it seemed like the house might be a good way to broach the topic."

"You can begin your explanation, dearest," I growled.

"So, I didn't lie about anything," he said carefully. "There was just some stuff I had to omit."

"Understood. The explanation will begin now."

He rubbed the back of his neck. It was a surprisingly endearing gesture, drawing attention to a vulnerable part of his body.

"So, humans can have really weird bloodlines. You know how every once in a while two humans have an elf as a kid?"

I nodded. "Our clan has knowledge of elves. Some shamans say they are a 'sub-species' of sorts, genetically distinct but able to reproduce with other members of the wider species without aid of magic."

"Right, so, elves aren't the only distinct sub-species."

"And what sub-species do you belong to?" I asked. I tried not to growl, I knew humans could have complicated relationships with families and larger cultural groups.

The question was answered by the enormous door actually opening. A woman of impossible size gazed down at me, with eyes that gleamed like crystal.

Then she caught sight of Samuel, and they lit up with an unearthly glow.

"Sammy! You're back! Is this your bride?"

"Hey mom. And yeah, this is Aria. We're not technically married yet, though. She needs your approval."

My heart caught in my throat. I was a proud warrior, I had subdued many foes over the years, but I did not like my odds facing the trials a giant clan may place before me.

"Well come on in, then, let's get to know her!" she said.

The giant woman trundled back into her enormous house.

I followed Samuel cautiously. The doorstep required an actual jump to get onto, rather than a step.

I wondered, idly, how many in my clan could make that jump, how many would have to pull themselves up one leg at a time.

Then another thought struck me.

"Is your athleticism a result of your heritage, or just needing to survive here?" I asked in a whisper.

I was surprised when his mother answered instead. "Oh, he practiced lots, our Sammy, but giants are born pretty strong. We have to grow into our strength. Sammy's still young, his strength will even out a bit by the time he's older.

Another thought sent me reeling. "Samuel, are you... of age?"

"Oh, yes!" he said, "Young for a giant, not for a human. Adult human, definitely."

"And he will always be my little boy," his mother said. "Oh, forgive me, I didn't introduce myself! You can call me Aggie."

I nodded, watching Aggie take out enormous pots and pans and begin to cook.

"I apologize for my rudeness, I cannot think of what to say," I admitted.

"My fault," Samuel said. "I should be able to explain more in a bit."

"We can get to that," Aggie said. "Right now, go talk to your brothers, they've missed you!"

"Oh right! Aria, come meet the triplets, they're loads of fun!"

We had scarcely turned the corner when we were met by one not-quite-so-gargantuan man. His skin was a big craggy, but otherwise he might pass for a human who was merely freakishly tall.

"Eh, Little Sammy? What are you doing back? With a girl?"

"Yep!" Samuel said proudly. "We're getting married."

The man stooped to look me in the eye. "Oh, not many orcs we get in the family. Aw, and she's a cutie, too."

I gave him a serious look, and the smirk across his face made me feel young and small again. "Ah, she's got fire! A fine bride, a wife should stand up to their brothers in law and be able to whip them into shape. She's got my approval."

"Aw, lay off, Three," Samuel said.

"Will do, Little Sammy!" he said happily. If he was at all like my own brothers, I counted that as a lie. "Two and Four are in the woods playing games. You've got your old room, should still fit you and the girl."

He winked and went on his way.

"Was there a reason for the triplets to be named this way?" I asked.

"My Dad thought it was funny. I guess it kind of is."

"I shall praise your father's sense of humor when I meet him."

"Oh, right. Um."

I felt a pit in my stomach. Another turn in the terrible rapids this day had become. "I apologize. I should not have assumed. Had I known..."

"Oh wow, wrong idea, wrong idea," Samuel hastily said.

"My dad isn't dead, he's just asleep for a few more months."

I breathed. "So giants hibernate?"

"Essentially, yeah."

"Very well," I said. I could not keep a growl from entering my voice when I asked, "Is there any other relevant information I should know?"

"Not really. I have one more older sister, Vanity, but she's on a long trip. The rest of the clan won't be coming over, so you won't need to worry about meeting them tonight. There's one other thing, but it's not my secret to share."

"Thank you," I said. I quickly added, "Your family seems lovely, and strong. They are welcoming."

"Yeah, they are," he said happily. "I was excited for you to meet them."

I smiled and nipped his cheek. "Shocking as this was, I am excited to get to know them."

He smiled and kissed my arm.

I rolled my eyes. He was far softer in manner and demeanor than the average orc, but maybe that was why I had found him attractive. Someone who was so ready to be silly and soft, unlike most I'd met.

After walking down the exceptionally long hall, we came to Samuel's room.

He was, of course, more orclike than most humans, so it did not shock me how many weapons he had hanging on his wall.

What shocked me was their impracticality.

"This is a terrible sword!" I said in dismay. "What smith would make this with a blade on both ends of the handle? And why were you using it?"

"I just thought it was cool," he admitted shyly.

I laughed. "We will talk about this later. Your mother is cooking."

His face lit up. "Right! Mom's cooking is the best. I traveled so long, at the finest meals, nothing beats her cooking."

The table we were sat at was the 'youth's table.' The chairs were larger than those normally used by humans. The table itself was piled high with assorted meats and vegetables.

"Do you want me to pick out the vegetables for you?" Samuel asked.

I shook my head. "It's not too much, I can handle it for a night."

The food was well-spiced, far better than it should have been given the scale. The meat was evenly cooked, soft and juicy.

"Oh, should we have saved you some rare meat?" Aggie asked.

Samuel put his hand to his face and groaned, "Mom, no."

"Orcs don't eat rare meat that much, we enjoy cooking plenty," I assured.

"Oh, dear, that was an insensitive question then wasn't it? I'm afraid I might be tripping over my own words for a bit."

"It was an honest question, and far nicer than many human towns."

"Oh that's for sure," Two said. "One town ran Four out because he looked like a troll."

"The comparison was hurtful," Four said.

"I agree," I said, "trolls are foul. You share Samuel's features, if a bit rougher."

Four sat up straighter at that. Samuel elbowed me.

I caught an approving look from Aggie as she sat down at the 'adult table' all by herself. She was large enough to break our chairs with one foot.

How long until Samuel was that big?

Aggie lifted an enormous spoonful of her own food to her mouth, and I saw rocks mixed in with meat.

I realized I was staring and averted my eyes, instead focusing on my own meal.

The meal passed with little conversation. I suspected that giants simply needed to eat a lot, and had little time for conversation while doing so. Samuel and his brothers each ate more than a human their size would physically be able to, and I ate until stuffed.

"Thanks for the cooking, mom," Samuel said. "You've gotten really good at getting the pepper mixed in."

She beamed at the compliment, and I added, "Thank you, sincerely, Aggie, for the room and board and company. All have been delightful."

"Aw, she's a flatterer! Such a good young girl, I can see why Sammy fell for you."

I elected not to mention that we had first met fighting a monster and had fucked still covered in its blood.

That probably wouldn't have given her a better impression of orcs, anyway.

"Well, now that we've eaten, there's some important business to get to," she said.

I nodded seriously. Samuel held my hand.

"You don't need my approval," she said gently. "You already have it. Samuel is a fine judge of character, we know that from experience, if he says you're good for him and for the clan, we believe him."

"So, no tests to give you," she continued, with a small smile on her face. "We give favors. Three, actually. We can't work miracles, but our strength and magic are great, and we live a long time. Ask for anything. We take family ties seriously."

The offer caught me off guard, but I had been coached by my parents and brothers, on what the tribe needed, what our priorities were.

I also remembered humility, and the needs and wishes of the clan I would be joining my own to. I did not know them explicitly, but they valued privacy and peace.

"I would ask for a spellbook, so that the children of my clan could be educated in greater magic. We always have need of greater understandings of nature and medicine. Second, I would ask for a pledge of food, should starvation plague our clan. Last, I would ask for maps, of all kinds, as our clan has become disconnected from much of the world, and has lost knowledge of how to physically navigate it."

"Granted!" Aggie said happily, before I could even process any anxiety over the request.

I breathed a sigh of relief, and Aggie smirked.

"I am glad I passed your test," I said warily.

Samuel was confused. "She said there wasn't any test, she just gave you favors!"

"The favors were the test," I said.

Samuel looked in horror at his mother.

"Now that that's settled, it's time to tell you an old secret of giants. It's not a well-kept secret, which is why Samuel didn't even tell you he was a giant at first."

Samuel's shock at his own mother's manipulations turned to a more tender expression.

"Giants don't stop growing. We get bigger and bigger and bigger, and stronger and tougher along with it. We don't age, we just eventually get big enough we just nap all the time, enough of us is rock we seem just like the mountains."

I processed that. "Samuel is going to outlive me," I said.

"Nope! That's the fun thing, that we need to keep secret," she said. "We get to share our growth, with one other person. Slows things down, lets us be awake for longer, act like mortals for longer. And the partner gets to share in that very long life and terrific strength."

Samuel would not outlive me. We would... both be immortal. This was an offer at immortality, and invincibility.

I bowed.

"I was already honored by your son's hand. Now that I know the truth of what he has offered me, I cannot express my gratitude."

"Oh get up off the floor," Aggie said, a twinkle in her crystalline eyes. "You've got the rest of a very long life to show servitude towards overbearing in-laws."

You’re an orc woman. Your human fiancee,somehow, survived the pre-marriage trial of beating three of your brothers in bare handed combat to prove himself as husband and is now being treated by the healers. Now, according to tradition, you’re going to his clan to prove yourself as wife to him.

[libidomechanica]

Untitled (“He did he, ‘hye in my life hath now them mysavyse’)”

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the night see through you wilt, but next     morning-Shower with the crouching of whom Lambro bade this     unjustly you there a dove with he, thou for pay. Sever:     and for you on the word

from Nubia broke to fight profound     be, or came another kiss to dread, and we for myself     the pushing hair him so they told of pebbles are no further     ye rose-jacynth to

thee to leave a young man, all evening     reciter, cleanse her eyes overwrought to dye, that I     go; long years! A wistfully at the sunbeams dance ill-     Thrice honour seldom used!

[socaprince]

SOCA THERAPY - SEPTEMBER 22, 2024

Soca Therapy Playlist

Sunday September 22nd 2024

Making You Wine From 6-9pm on Flow 98.7fm Toronto

Hulk (Dr. Jay Plate) - Blaxx 

Soca Party (Riddim Master Anthem Intro) - Nadia Batson

She Ready - Adam O x Salty                

Lost And Found - Preedy

Bad in Bum Bum - Mighty x Subance

The A List - Pumpa

Ben Ova Miss (Super Clean Radio Edit) - DJ Private Ryan x Mela Caribe x Yung Bredda

Slip In - Geo

Back fi Ya Bend - Slida x Slipe

No Behavior (Touch Down, Shell Down) - Cloud 5

Mashup "When Ah Touchdown" - King Bubba FM

Mizik - Hypasounds

Mas Go Play - Erphann Alves

Live Yuh Life (Like Yuh Playing Mas) - Kes The Band x David Rudder

All of Me - Zan x Niyalee

Aye Gyal - Hey Choppi x Chalmer John

Pressure - Nailah Blackman

Practice - GBM Nutron

Slow Wine - Rae

In Meh Eyes - Viking Ding Dong x Karene Ashe

Look Meh In Meh Eye - Gailann x Rocky

Carnival Darling - Treason

Powder Puff - Xtatik

Long Time - Edwin Yearwood

Have A Little Wine - Lil Rick

Turn Me On - Kevin Lyttle x Maddzart

Over You - Kimba Sorzano

Celebrate Life - Kevon Carter x Shal Marshall

Counting My Blessings - Nadia Batson

Blessing Me - Jimmy October x Coutain

Never Again - Machel Montano

Gyal Wuk - Machel Montano

Wining Season - Machel Montano

Wukkin Up - Patrice Roberts

Born Wit It - Alison Hinds

TOP 7 COUNTDOWN - Powered By The Soca Source

Top Soca Streamed In United Arab Emirates (UAE) on Apple Music (Reggae)

7. All We Have - Destra x V'ghn

6. Truck On D Road - Bunji Garlin

5. #BAD - Skinny Fabulous

4. Carry On - Patrice Roberts

3. Ola - Olatunji

2. Better Than Them - Machel x Timaya

1. Big Bad Soca - Bunji Garlin

Rum Done Friend Done - Christo x Yung Seeche

In A Mess - Problem Child

Is Mas - Patrice Roberts

Own It - Imani

Feting Family - Shal Marshall

All About Soca - Derrick Seales

Oideyo - DJ Private Ryan x Lyrikal x Ann G x Jus Now

Is D Weekend (Soca Therapy Plate) - Third Bass

From Me Heart - Lil Rick

Ah Love It Here - Ricardo Drue

Play Mas - Teddyson John x Lyrikal

PAN MOMENTS

Down Dey - Michael The Pannist x Connell Thompson

Body Language - Michael The Pannist

TANTY TUNE

(1989) Workey Workey - Burning Flames

(1989) Island Girl - Burning Flames

Iron - Ricardo Drue

No Weapon (Jime Edit) - Tian Winter

Nat U (Quest Edit) - Claudette Peters

Bam Bam (Remix) - Drastic x Shal Marshall

Winin' Freestyle (Dr. Jay Plate) - Hypa 4000

Dutty Dancing - Hypa 4000

High Influence - Lavaman

Front Yard Wet - Skinny Banton

Wet It Up (Jester Edit) - Zeek

Take Ah Bathe - Iwer George

Carnival Jumbie - Problem Child

Horn - Marlo Benn

Someone Else (Radio Edit) - Litleboy x Quan x Trilla G

Sound Check - Mad Skull x Wetty Beatz

Stagga Dance - Natty x Thunda x Muddy

Addicted - Jab King x Travis World

Not From Here - Lavaman x Travis World

Jab Jab Festival - Pumpa x Travis World

Explore (Radio) - V'ghn x Travis World

Miracle - Kes x Tano

Unruly - King Bubba FM

Stop Calling Me Phone - Lil Rick

Resurrect It - Skinny Fabulous x Lil Rick x King Bubba FM

Come Home - Nailah Blackman x Skinny Fabulous

Burn - Skinny Fabulous

Spoil Button - Lil Kerry

Bi Polar - Lavaman

NORTHERN PRESCRIPTION

Christmas Nice - Connector

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[masakuterarr]

Get yourself someone who looks at you like Shalnark looks at Uvogin

Can you believe it? I am finishing an artwork for once, wow Yes I can actually do more than just stupid doodles :D

[pahrak-the-sinnoh-slizer]

[EXCERPT A-230]

Medea slumped against her staff.  “I must confess, Shal…I’m beginning to think you had the right idea about staying in.”

He smiled.  “You never admit I’m right until it’s already too late.”

She managed a laugh.  When the elevator doors slid open, she hardened her face once more, and they advanced down the hall and through the gilded doorway marked as the legal board.  Seats had been prepared for them at a table of elaborately carved wood, while a handful of onlookers in identical suits congregated in the benches behind them.  Medea couldn’t guess what drew them there.  Just ahead, along the wall opposite the door, was an elevated desk where three robed men sat, their experience made plain by wispy gray hair and wrinkled, pale skin.  After another minute, one of them conjured and banged a gavel to quiet the room, nearly making Medea jump.

“The legal board is now in session,” he proclaimed.  “First topic of the day…the request for aid from the neighboring domain of Netova.  Representing are Miss Medea Plair, Administrator of Server Netova, and her associate, Shal Plair.”

He adjusted his glasses as he glanced over the screen on his desk. Medea’s grip on her staff tightened.

“We have reviewed your situation at length, Miss Plair, and discussed the issue directly with Chairman Matthews.  Ultimately, we reached a unanimous decision: CARD is unable to provide you with any aid.”

Medea’s eyes widened.

“Now, with that settled, let’s move on to—”

“Wait a moment!” Medea shouted, on her feet in an instant.  “Surely I am owed some explanation!”

Narrowing his eyes, the man said, “Miss Plair, I do not know how things are done in Netova, but here it is considered most rude to interrupt.”

She ground her teeth.  “…Forgive me, sir.  But I must demand to know the reasoning behind this decision!  Netova is in the midst of a catastrophe the likes of which have only been theorized before now!  And yet you refuse to make even the slightest effort to aid us in our time of need?”

“We must put Ducom first, Miss Plair.  It is no simple matter to divert precious time and resources to the needs of other domains.”

“But all I require is one day of access to your Server!  That is all it will take for me to save my people!”

The man let out a sigh as he adjusted his glasses.  “Miss Plair…you stated in your testimony that you are unaware of the cause of Server Netova’s crash, correct?”

“…Correct.”

“If that is the case, then we have no assurance that this procedure of yours will not simply crash Server Ducom as well.  You understand that we would wish to avoid that, yes?”

Medea was glaring at him now.  “Were it that simple, surely the effects would have spread by now!  And even then, you are offering no other form of aid to compensate?  You are simply abandoning us entirely?  How can you be so cruel?!”

The three men exchanged glances with each other.  Silence filled the room, strangling Medea with its icy fingers.

“…Please,” she said.  “Please, help us.  If I could only speak directly to your leader, surely I would be able to convince him!”

“Chairman Matthews has already made his decision,” the robed man said.  “That decision is final.  Now, if you please, we do have other matters to attend to, Miss Plair.”

Anger and sadness and fear and other emotions she couldn’t name all swirled about her.  She felt tired, and heavy, warm and cold at the same time.  A hint of clarity came when Shal stood up.  With no other option, she turned, and the two of them walked out of the room.

“Well,” she heard the man say, “as I was saying, our next issue relates to AN copyright violation…”

[static-fanatic-1]

Hello, I hope you are doing well today. I was wondering if I can get a semi-angst hc of Pakunoda, Illumi, Milluki, Silva, Chrollo, Kurapika and Shalnark + Setsuno, Overhaul, Chronostasis, Tamaki, Endeavor, Shinsou, Aizawa and Shiggaraki with a s/o who hates them, but once their children gets kidnapped they beg and cry to the boys/girls to find their child and bring them safely home. Hopes that makes sense. Please and thank you.

Pakunoda:

She hates seeing you in pain, in ANY pain, so this doesn’t sit well with her at all. It hurts that you hate her, but to her it doesn’t matter as much as her undying love for you. She is sweet, and she knows despite keeping you captive, you are cared for. This includes your and her child. She will tear the world to shreds with her lovely heels.

She will be more methodical in ending whoever took her child, and no harm will come to the sweet baby. She will not use this against you in anyway, she would rather you love her naturally. So when da baby is returned, she won’t tease you or ask for something in return. She just wants to comfort you both and tell you everything is okay now.

Illumi:

Like Paku, Illumi cares about both of you, just in a really different way. He “loves” his kids more as a tool and as a successor to his lineage, not like he loves you. So when his kid is taken, there will be hell to pay.

He doesn’t really think much on the fact you are begging him, though it is a nice change to your typical screaming. He won’t brag, boast, or use it against you, for the most part anyway. He might be robotic, but he still is smart. He will keep your children in mind next time you try anything too risky.

Milluki:

He doesn’t care about his kids, they are spoiled little shits in his eyes. He probably didn’t really want kids in the first place, but one thing led to another and here they are now. So when they are taken, he sees it as an inconvenience, but also an opportunity once he sees how distraught you are.

He makes it into a big deal and boasts about how only HE can save your kids. HE is the only reason you will get your little babies back. And don’t worry, he will make sure you inderstand that. He will ALWAYS use this against you at any moment of any day. He wants you to know you need him.

Silva:

He doesn’t care about your kids, to him they are an end to a means, and another way to keep you with him. So as much as he knows his kids can take care of themselves, or at least he wants them to be independent through whatever means, seeing you hurt makes him take initiative. You are devistated, fine, he’ll save your kids.

Silva makes quick work of whoever took your kids, and makes sure to savor it. Once he’s done, he lets you take a moment to be happy for your kids being safe, but don’t expect to be in the clear. You will have to give him something in return, and knowing his sex drive, you probably wouldn’t like it. But your kids are safe, so everything is fine, right?

Chrollo:

Like Silva, Chrollo doesn’t care about your kids. A means to an end, to keep you locked with him. Though, he really does care about you, so he will do anything to make you happy.

This means getting that little bundle of attention-stealing-shitness back. Anything for you to get on his good graces. Besides, he has the whole troupe that loves the kid, so they will all pitch in to find the little one. I don’t think he will use this against you, mainly because you should already knows nothing will get between the two of you, not even your child.

Shalnark:

Shalnark is a strange one, to me he seems like a mix between Chrollo and Pakunoda. He cares, a lot, but if anything was to come between you and him, he wouldn’t mind making a point. Still, seeing you in so much emotional pain makes him jump into action.

He calls up his best friends to help find the poor sap who took his and your kid. Yeah, they won’t last long. Shal takes great care in handling the little one to make sure they aren’t too scared. He also spends a lot of down time after to bond with the both of you. Maybe this wasn’t a good thing to you, but to him it only brought you closer together.

Kurapika:

Really big family man, whoever took your kid must have been the most stupid person to walk the earth. He is defiantly on your side with getting his kid back, so he won’t use this against you as much as the others might. Instead of bragging or boasting about how you need him to keep you safe, he will want a little something in return.

He might be on your side, desperately wanting his kid back, but he wouldn’t waste an opportunity to get a little treat from you. He will manipulate you to feel guilty, like it was somehow your fault, just to get something from you. Wether it be some bonding time, or something more suggestive, he will get it through manipulation. Of course he’d love to bond some more with your kids after he retrieves them, just don’t think you are safe around Kurapika.

Setsuno:

This poor guy had a terrible relationship before you, so there is no way in hell he would let what happened before happen again. He hates the fact you hate him, but he refrains from hurting you in anyway, this includes your kid. He will leave the room, break things, anything other than touching you and both of your kid.

When someone takes the baby, you aren’t the only one pissed off. Setsuno is furious, so he will do anything to get your kid back. He calls his friends just in case, and the three of them destroy whoever laid hands on his baby. Setsuno is happy to have everyone together again and he’ll take this time to bond with the both of you. Just don’t push him away or else he’ll remind you who saved your kid.

Overhaul:

Overhaul finds children to be dirty, they are nasty things that need so much attention. With that being said, to an extent, he treasures his kid. He wants them to be just like him, so he takes his time to teach them everything there is to know about ruling the underground. Again, his kid is an end to a means, but he does think of them a bit more than most of the others on this list.

When he kid is taken, he is frustrated for a few reasons. One is because he taught his kid to use their quirk (if they are old enough to have it by now), and two because he has to waste his time trying did of dirty things. Though, seeing you beg for him to save your baby makes it more worth his time. Much better than when you grit your teeth and turn the other way. So when he gets the baby back, he makes sure you understand what he went through to appease you.

Chronostasis:

Another one that actually likes his children and treasures them. Chronostasis is more of a family man, taking care of the children, getting groceries, the usual stuff to help around the house while you are there. He doesn’t keep you stuck, he just uses his profession to threaten you. But other than that he acts like a normal father when he doesn’t have work to do.

Taking his child is a really bad thing. He values work a lot, so he will put work first, so he will only leave to find his kid once overhaul gives him the go. He might get help, but in the end it doesn’t matter. He will tear anyone apart to find your baby. When he does, he brings them home and smiles at you, taking as much time as he is given to comfort the both of you. Everything can go back to normal now, just ignore the spots of blood on the bottom of his white jacket.

Tamaki:

Such a shy guy, he doesn’t do much to your hatred against him, he kinda just lets it happen while apologizing profusely. Though he doesn’t let you go. He does, genuinely, love his kid. In a way it gives him a sense of pride that he helped create such a beautiful baby. So when they go missing, and you grip his shirt and beg for him to find them. Tamaki is relieved you finally need him, but so frustrated at the same time.

He wants to sulk and cry through his frustration at loosing his kid, but your begging doesn’t allow that. Instead he asks his besties for help and makes sure to hurry. He’s so happy to get his baby back he can’t help the tears of joy falling from his face. When he comes back home you both cry and hold your baby as close as you possibly can.

Shinsou:

I think Shinsou has an inner demon when he is a Yandere, this is when it shows itself. He loves his kid, and is a really relaxed guy when it comes to the both of you. It’s just when his patience is pulled by someone out of his obsessive behaviors is when it becomes a problem.

He goes on his own, after all he is a hero not many know about, and his ability is insanely powerful. He will find the people resposible and tell them to “jump off this building” or “go kill yourself”. Things that will force them to get their hands dirty and stay away from his kid. He comforts his kid, tells them everything is okay now and that the two of them are going home to see you. Y’all can all watch a movie too, get take out and simply take it easy.

Aizawa:

He is almost exactly like Shinsou, or Shinsou is almost exactly Aizawa. The biggest difference is Aizawa has less patience, and isn’t afraid to get a little sadistic. With that said, you are more likely better “behaved”, though you still have some fight in you. Your kid is one of your joys in life, so when he comes home from work and sees you begging for your baby back, he’s happy.

He goes on his own and takes out whoever was involved. He doesn’t kill, he isn’t that reckless, but he definalty beats them to a bloody pulp until the police arrive. He does the paperwork, and then happily takes back his kid. Aizawa will make sure you know he did this for you and he will make sure you only think that. He loves his kid, a lot, but if you think you owe him more love, then that’s a win for him.

Endeavor:

Enji thinks his kids are weapons, I mean, that’s obvious right? He does care, but more as it would be a waste if something bad were to happen to them. Also, they are keeping you stuck with him. So yeah, when they are taken he gets pretty pissed about it.

Enji kinda rubs it in your face too, I mean you are begging for his help. You NEED him to save your kid. He won’t tell you he would get them back either way either, he wants you to think you owe him. So expect listening to whatever demands he wants from you. Not much time to appreciate your baby being safe.

Shigiraki:

Crusty man actually kinda likes his kid. In a way it’s like he has a distaste for them but can’t help but have a connection with them at the same time. Even Shigiraki doesn’t think he would be too distressed if something happened to his kid, but he was wrong. He takes it personally, and your begging makes him even more pissed. How dare they?!

Shigiraki makes a huge deal out of it, the entire league (those close) will be involved to cause chaos to the idiot who hurt his kid. It will be all on the news, how much carnage he caused, but not a single person will know it was because of his kid. He will boast about how he defeated the final boss for you and his kid, and he expects you to reward him. After you reward his efforts he will relax with the two of you, taking in the warmth from your love.

[iwillruletheuniverse]

The Lost Shawl Part 1

Above: A new season begins - The tailor is here, your majesty! - Good morning! - Come inside Hilde! - What can I do for you? - I’m thinking that someone may need these dresses so if you could give them away to some others who needs clothes!

Below: That sounds like a wonderful idea, your majesty. I will do my very best! - Thank you! I will stop by later when I have chosen them...

Take my buttons! The tailor can take them as well! - You have such a good heart Olaf! But you can keep them ... - I am sure Elsa also wants to donate her old dresses...

Above: These clothes awakes so many old memories... - Do you know what I miss the most?

Below: Warm hugs! - That too Olaf! But I was thinking about...

...Our mum’s shawl! - Let’s get it! I have it in my chest!

Above: Where is the chest? - Gerda probably knows!

Below: A while later ... - There must have been a huge mistake, your majesty!

Above: I told the castle staff to also take your chest to the tailor. I thought there was old dresses in it!

Below: Oh no! We have to find the chest immediately... - Our mum’s shawl was in it!

Anna have just explained the mistake to Hilde (the tailor) - No problem, the chest is in my workshop! This way! - But ... - So weird... I am sure I closed it!

Above: The shawl is gone! - Oh, I’m so very sorry! I have no idea what happened...

Below: Do you know anyone that may have taken the shawl? - Kristin, my daughter! She usually plays in here! She just went to follow some friends to the fjord!

Above: We have to find her! - Don’t worry Anna! Detective Olaf at your service! - Detective Olaf starts directly with an investigation! - How does Kristin looks like? - She have blue eyes and long hair in a braid... She is not that tall and have a blinding smile!

Below: Let’s go, now we have a portrait! - But when they come to the fjord’s beach edge ... - You are the detective Olaf! - Oh dear! This will be harder than I thought!

Hello, are you Kristin! - No, I’m Britt! - And my name is Camilla! What’s your name? - I am not Kristin either! Thanks and bye, friends! - Oh?!

Above: The search goes on ... - Excuse me! Are you familiar with the tailor’s daughter? - Sorry, your majesty, we’re not! - What do I see here: cute small doll’s clothes! Who sewed them? - My mother!

Below: She must be a good tailor! - Yes, everyone thinks that, even the queen! - Your majesty! - Hello, is your name Kristin?

Yes, that is correct! How can I help you? - He he! Detective Olaf never fails! - Kristin, is it possible that you took a shawl from your mum’s workshop this morning? - Ehh yes... It was so cozy and warm! End of part 1

The Lost Shawl Part 2

Anna, Elsa, and Olaf have just found Kristin... - That shawl is very special for us, it belonged to our mother. - Do you have it with you? - Not anymore! I gave to an old woman who was also cold!

Above: I am so sorry! - It’s okay, no worries! - It was very nice of you to share! Do you know where the woman lives? - No, I have never seen her before... - Thank you anyway, Kristin! Continue now and play with your friends!

Below: Anna, I am afraid we have lost the shawl for good! - We’ll find it Elsa, I promise!

Above: The search goes on ... - A good detective always looks after footprints...

Below: That’s weird!

Which animal have three legs, Anna? - What?! You are a very good detective Olaf!

Above: These footprints must belong to the mystery woman! Let’s follow them! - How did you figrure that out? - She probably used a cane! That’s why one of the prints is smaller...

Below: Anna, Elsa and Olaf comes to a little cottage... - Good morning! - Good morning, your majesty! Come inside!

Above: What can I do for you? - We’re looking after a special shawl...

Below: So it’s your shawl that kept me warm! - When I left this morning I didn’t realize how cold it was... Lucky me, that little girl helped me! - If you need it, you can keep it! - We’re just happy if it makes you feel warm and safe!

I can come here every day and give you warm hugs! - You are so kind but I have my own shal and other things here at home to keep me warm! I can feel that the shawl means a lot to you, you have to get it back!

Above: Follow me! It’s in my bedroom! - Thank you very much!

Below: And ... - There is the shawl! - Finally!

Above: Oh no! - Brisa!!! <swedish name for Gale>

Below: Look, it came to the tree over there! - No worries, I can climb there! Easy as pie!

Got it! - Be careful Anna! All of a sudden...

Anna quickly comes up with a solution and uses the shawl as a lasso... - That was close! - Well done, Anna! - Yeah!

Above: I love you! - And I you!

Below: I am so happy we found your mum’s shawl! - Thanks for your help detective Olaf! I am most happy the shawl gave some warmth even to other people! - So true Anna and that is a real gift! The end

.................................

Was asked to show the whole comic in this magazine💖 To read that they wanted to give the old woman the shawl because it kept her warm and safe made me feel so warm inside🥺 That was so nice of them🥺 

[90stvshowgoth]

—THE BET

summary: you thought that as a member of the phantom troupe you were supposed to be smarter than this, yet here you were betting against hisoka. everyone knew that hisoka was a master at poker, cards were his weapon after all, but you couldn’t resist wagering one more bet on a drinking game.

w/c: 4587

tags: dubcon, drunk sex, creampie, blood kink, hate sex, begging, brat taming

a/n: this originally started as a chrollo oneshot, you can kinda tell from how the opening paragraph is about him, but once i started writing the poker game i was like “okay no i gotta make this its own thing,” and because of that decision we now have loose ends getting ch.3 rn :) also no, i couldn’t help but kinda reference phantom of the opera cause it slaps and nobody can tell me otherwise. also, no, before anyone asks, this is a oneshot. it aint getting a sequel.

big thanks to the lovely miss @sealedrosewater for beta reading this clownfucking nightmare.

The heist had gone off without a hitch, Chrollo’s plan worked like a charm and before the night was out you had all flawlessly extracted each and every one of the gilded texts being held in the museum. You still remembered the childlike gleam in your boss’ eyes as he ran his fingers over the aged leather, its binding parchment laced with gold. The faintest ghost of a smile fled from his pallid lips as he admired his new conquest. It made your chest swell with pride, happy to help the man you respected so much. Besides, your cut was nothing to sneeze at.

Your rendezvous was inside a long-abandoned opera theatre where dust clung to the red velvet of the seats and the chandelier was seemingly hanging by a thread; your boss always had a flair for the dramatics. Once all members of the spider had finished reconvening at the empty theatre to gather their spoils it wasn’t long before someone, probably Uvogin, brought out the drinks. Nobunaga had already begun nursing a rum and coke, all while Feitan kept turning down Shal’s insistence to “Just try some, Fei,” Even Shizuku cracked open one of the ice-cold bottles, knocking back an impressive swig. As soon as you saw Machi pulling out a deck of cards you knew you had to stay for the after party.

Unfortunately, the same couldn’t be said of your leader. He’d gone to his room with the book you recovered tucked under his arm. A few other members who couldn’t be bothered took after your leader and went off to whichever side room they’d stashed a futon in the week prior; the Phantom Troupe’s equivalent of picking out a bedroom. A shame, really. You’d seen Feitan drunk once before and it was truly a sight to behold.

You sat crosslegged on the wooden floor, watching your comrades slowly get comfortable for a night of fun. Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat above you, looking up to see Pakunoda with a soft smile on her face and an opened beer in her outstretched hand.

“Paku, have I ever told you how much I love you?” You couldn’t help but shower the woman with praise. She had been the one who recommended you to Chrollo after all, and she served as your mentor for your first few months until you found your feet.

She scoffed at the compliment, “Far too much,”

Sticking your tongue out playfully at the mindreader, you took a deep sip of beer, enjoying the familiar taste. Paku sat down beside you and it wasn’t long before the two of you were drinking shoulder to shoulder.

“Machi! Deal us in,” You raised your drink to the transmuter and she flicked two cards towards you both.

Scooting away from Paku, you quickly scanned the cards you’d received before pressing them face down. A queen and an ace. Not great, but not awful either.

The others had formed a haphazard circle, each glancing at their cards with an unreadable poker face. Well, all except Hisoka, who seemed pleased as punch with whatever hand he’d been dealt. Silently, Nobunaga took out two coins and threw them into the center— the Troupe’s house rules counting it to be equivalent to 2 billion jenny.

“Call,” you answered, matching the swordsman’s bet with an unreadable expression on your face.

“Oh? Well then, I’ll raise you,” Hisoka purred, pushing five extra chips into the pot without breaking his gaze from yours.

‘What was he planning?’ That smug look of his just made you want to win that much more. The same seemed to be true of everyone else, each calling the clown’s bet in a row. After all, to a member of the Phantom Troupe, five billion jenny wasn’t that much of a loss.

When Machi turned up the first three cards your heart skipped a beat. Two queens and a seven. Winning a round of poker against some of the smartest criminals the world had ever known was an uphill battle, seeing as how you’d been a member for years without winning a single game.

‘Three of a kind already... what should I do?’ Your face was as stone-cold as before, even with the excitement bubbling in your gut. As nonchalantly as you could, you raised another two billion. At that, Uvo and Shizuku both folded, the enhancer grumbling with a disappointed frown.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I haven’t got enough coins~” Hisoka slapped down a twenty, and a chorus of annoyed groans broke out like a choir, the abandoned theatre’s acoustics amusingly echoed the loud noises of displeasure.

After that little stunt only three others remained: Pakunoda, who’s facade hadn’t cracked all game, Nobunaga, who was glaring daggers at Hisoka, and the aforementioned magician holding up his cards in front of him like a child playing for the first time.

All three of you matched his bet, but none were happy about it. As Machi flipped over the fourth card you found yourself holding your breath. Not because you particularly cared about the money at stake, but because you felt closer to a victory than you had in months. The caricature of a medieval jester being illuminated under the light made you dig your nails into the palm of your hand.

Joker. That meant you had four queens.

It never felt harder to fight a smile off your face than in that moment. Without betraying your excitement, you called, and to your surprise so did Hisoka. Was he bluffing? Or did he have something else in mind? Nobunaga took a deep breath, knocking back the rest of his drink before calling alongside Pakunoda.

All eyes were on the card beneath Machi’s fingertips, the seconds it took to turn the paper on its head filled the theatre with a suspense liable to bring its fragile walls to the ground.

An eight of hearts. Oh well, no big deal.

Nobunaga muttered a curse under his breath, revealing a simple jack and ten of the same suit. Pakunoda was unreadable when she showed the pair of kings she held in her hands. She must’ve thought that the three of a kind would’ve won her the game. The smile on your face felt sweeter after holding it in the whole round, and Nobunaga rolled his eyes when he saw your hand, pushing the pot towards you.

“Well, look at that~” Your victory was interrupted by Hisoka’s insufferable tone, the cards he held up making your jaw drop.

A nine and a jack of hearts. A straight flush.

“That’s bullshit!” You cried, enraged over the loss. It wasn’t even that you cared so much about losing, It only mattered because you lost to him. In an instant you had summoned your nen into the palms of your hands, ready to lunge at the clown when Pakunoda grasped your shoulders, holding you back. Sometimes you forgot how much brute strength was hidden under that pantsuit.

“Just flip a coin, don’t give him what he wants.” Your first reaction was to ignore her, squirming against her iron grip to try and get to Hisoka, who was dramatically scooping all your winnings into his arms.

Uvogin tossed yet another empty beer can over his head, “C’mon Paku, I say let ‘em fight,”

“I concur~” The magician chirped, dramatically stacking each and every coin he’d won while boring his yellow eyes right into yours. His tongue parted his lips, a manic excitement hiding behind the coy expression.

Although every muscle in your body screamed at you to rip into him, you knew you wouldn’t win. He knew your abilities and you couldn’t say for certain you knew all of his.

“Never-mind,” You spat the words out at him like they tasted sour, “You’d probably get off on it anyways.”

A few laughs from the peanut gallery followed your words and Hisoka shrugged, the intense bloodlust from a few seconds ago vanishing as if he’d changed his mind about fighting you on a whim. “You may be right, darling,” your face scrunched up at the nickname you knew he only used to get on your nerves, which it did. “but what if we played a different game?”

Despite how badly you just wanted to ignore him and laugh the night away with all but one of your comrades, you couldn’t turn down the idea of a rematch. Your pride wasn’t nothing to you. “What kind of game?” You asked hesitantly.

He hummed, standing up from the towers of coin he’d made, sauntering over to the cooler of drinks Franklin had provided. After digging around the cold box he pulled out a bottle of fruity tequila and two empty shot glasses.

Your eyes narrowed at the “innocent” smile on his face, looking over to Pakunoda for reassurance.

“You’ll kill him if he spikes my drink, right?” You asked your mentor, who nodded resolutely.

Paku was staring at Hisoka like she was already thinking of ten different ways how to kill him. After sizing him up she flashed you a reassuring nod, “Without question.”

Resolute in your decision, you marched forward, snatching one of the shot glasses from his hand. The stage lights shone above him, making his eyes gleam like the plastic gloss of a doll.

“Shall we begin, then?”

You raised an eyebrow, “What are the rules first?”

He waved his hand in the air, brushing it off, “Nothing too complex, I assure you. The first one who taps out will lose. The loser will do something for the winner. That’s all.”

You still weren’t convinced it could be that simple. “What’s the catch?”

That smirk from before returned to his painted face and he suddenly leaned forward, feeling far too close for comfort. Still, you didn’t step away, your face expressionless as he whispered into your ear. If you did you felt like he’d somehow win whatever stand-still the two of you had on.

“If I lose, I’ll leave the Phantom Troupe,” You reeled away, stunned at his declaration.

Being accepted into the Troupe was the best moment of your life, it always would be. When you looked into the mirror at the tattoo that curled under your ribcage you felt such a warm swell of pride. You couldn’t imagine throwing it all away over some drinking game.

“And...” You blinked rapidly, trying to collect yourself, “If I lose?”

The laugh that echoed from his chest was far from reassuring.

The evening slowly ran into the early morning, each of the other Troupe members wandering off eventually in varying stages of drunkenness. Even Pakunoda headed off to bed after confirming that Hisoka hadn’t spiked your drinks with anything other than a strawberry vodka base. It was unnerving at first, to be completely alone with Omokage’s replacement. Luckily his tastes ran strong, and your vision was spinning before your knew it.

“Match.” Another shot went down your throats, the taste disgustingly sweet, and you watched as his Adam’s apple tensed from the burn.

You’d long since stopped counting how many drinks you’d had, losing track once you got to the double digits. You were both using nen to reinforce yourselves, obviously, but it wasn’t infallible.

‘How is he so good at this?’ You wondered, because as the bottle ran low you started to question just what had made you so confident as to enter a bet with Hisoka in the first place.

“My dear, why not rest for a minute? At least try to enjoy each others company?” His legs were crossed, resting his hand on his palm as he not-so-subtly checked you out. It wasn’t uncommon, and certainly not unexpected from someone like him, but what you hated wasn’t just the nerve of him, but how it made you feel. His scrutiny sent chills down your spine, the unnerving edge to his tone only making you shift your thighs together to relieve some of the pressure.

“You’re the worst, Hisoka,” you knocked back two consecutive shots, unable to hide the wince it caused on your face. Good, you wanted it to sting. Anything to take your mind off the magician in front of you.

He pouted as he poured another row of drinks, “Aw, now why’s that?”

You answered his question with another, pointing towards the half-empty bottle of liquor, “Whats in this, really?”

The magician rolled his eyes, “I did pick an unopened bottle for a reason, dear, I do so want you to trust me.”

Without much fanfare he threw back four shots, over your stunned reaction.

“Just give up already, Darling~ I promise to make it worth your while,” You were reaching your limit for sure, but you were far to stubborn to give up without a fight.

“Fuck you,” you took the first of your next four shots slowly, not managing his fast pace.

He grinned a cheshire smile, “Oh, say that again, will you?”

If he were to call you out on the blush slowly spreading across your nose you’d just blame the alcohol, but the truth was that his words just egged you on even more to the point where you were almost—barely even considering...

“What do you mean, make it worth my while?”

He leaned forward like a cat, agile and silent, whispering his words against your temple, “I’ll tell you how I won that hand,” He got you, hook, line, and sinker.

“You’ll tell me how you cheated?”

Hisoka nodded, a clawed hand coming to stroke a stray piece of hair behind your ear, the action far too intimate for someone like him.

There was no way you’d win against him in this match, that much was clear from the very sober way Hisoka held himself against you, inhumanly still, so what did you have to lose?

‘Your dignity,’ A part of you answered back, but it wasn’t all that convincing. You’d left your dignity behind four shots ago.

“If I lose...”

“If you lose,” He mouthed the words into your cheek, his eyes closed in thought, “You do know what I’ve decided my prize shall be, right?” Of course you knew what he wanted. You weren’t stupid, and the way he nuzzled himself into your neck was far from subtle.

Were you actually so desperate to learn how you lost that you’d sleep with him?

No, you weren’t. But the ache between your legs was getting harder to ignore, and the idea that you could write off what you were about to do behind the excuse of gathering intel sounded like a win-win.

You dug your hands into his hair, not trying to be anything but rough, basking in the moan that spilled from his lips, breath hot against your neck before you yanked him back to meet your gaze.

“Fine. You win, Hisoka,” He smirked, and although he was on his knees he still towered over you, “so how did you cheat?”

Before you could blink his hand had wrapped around your throat, the magician slamming your head into the wood of the stage. You’d had plenty of time to block the damage with your hatsu but the action left your brain rattling inside your skull.

“I’ll tell you later,” He promised, the disorienting blur was slow to fade from the alcohol, and distantly you could feel his other hand stroke your face, his nails like filed daggers trailing over your cheekbones.

“What to do with my prize, then, hm?” He mused, tilting your head from left to right as if examining a block of wood he was about to carve. You coughed on impulse when he let go of your neck, guiding it up instead and taking both your small hands into his palm with an iron grip.

With a flick of his wrist he drew a card, the eight of hearts, seemingly out of nowhere, his nen sharpening it into a thin blade, “Don’t move,”

“Wait... Hisoka, don’t—!” You were far too late to stop him, the frigid air of the ghostly theatre rushing to meet the bare skin of your chest.

Your shirt fell to ribbons along with your bra and you thrashed desperately in his grasp, angry over the loss of your favorite top. He paid your escape attempt no mind, enraptured with the way your tits rose and fell with the timing of your breath and the way you tried to wriggle yourself free.

Still holding your hands to the floor above you, his head bent to wrap a skilled tongue around your tits, a soft sigh involuntarily falling away from you.

“I fuckin’ ha-ate you, Hisoka—ah,” His teeth bit down on your peak at the comment, peering up at you from under his fiery hair.

“Oh? Then why is it you’re moaning like a little whore?” He shifted his weight above you and you saw an opportunity.

You kicked with all your strength between his legs, pulling your knee back and shoving him off with a dig of your shoe into his stomach, “I’m not, don’t call me that shit!”

He actually loosened his grip on you clearly not intending for you to get free from his grasp, a choked sound of what you thought was pain devolving to something much more heated as he stared into you.

“You... are well worth the wait, my dear,” His bloodlust seeped out from every pore, grounding you to the spot. You could usually hold your own against someone like him but it wasn’t hard to see the disadvantage you were at.

Within a fraction of a second he was on you, twisting your waist in his clawed grasp until your ass was hiked into the air, a sharpened playing card slicing through the denim until he could rip it from your legs, yelp echoing like music in the long-silent theatre.

“I knew you’d have some fight left in you,” He crawled forward and you started to realize why he wore exclusively baggy pants, his length hot against you through the fabric as his hips caged you in. As he began to remove that street-performer getup he always wore he’d occasionally curl his hand around your waist to mercifully tug on your ignored clit, your groans muffled and cursed, “I love it. That resilience? It just turns me on.”

You could feel your confidence fade as he tugged those sweatpants down, the weight of him grinding into your ass made all your bravado vanish.

“It will make it so much more satisfying...” He pointed his finger upwards, and suddenly your hands became magnetized to each other, no amount of struggle even budging the rubbery nen substance. “...when I break you.”

Without warning he slid himself inside you, hands holding your hips still as he forced your back into an arch. You couldn’t move even if you wanted to, the flailing of your bound arms useless as he shallowly began pumping his cock deeper inside you.

Your muffled curses whispered into the floor made him laugh, pulling his hand back and cruelly slapping the vulnerable flesh of your ass without a warning.

“Wh.. Why?”

“Because, darling, I want to hear you beg for me.” He pouted, teasing your clenched walls with only the tip of his slick head.

Despite the desire coursing through your veins you still had your pride in tact, “Never gonna happen, asshole.”

Gripping your hips, he dug himself into your dripping cunt as far as he could, both of you unrestrained with a moan at the feeling of his cock brushing near your cervix, your hips traitorously snapping back to meet his eager thrusts, movement near impossible as Hisoka forced you into the ground.

You cried out softly with each quick pull and stretch, only able to say his name one syllable at a time,

“Hi-so—kah...” It was hard to turn your head to the side from his brutal pace but somehow you manage, craning yourself in order to see him; His head was thrown back with a sheer bliss softening his glistening skin, his eyes closed and lips parted. The sight made your keening grow louder, the simple image of him losing himself in your twitching pussy sending a wave of slick dripping around his length.

He must’ve felt your gaze on him because soon enough his was staring at you, his pupils blown wide with desire in a way that made them look like a sun eclipsed, black outlined with a ring of fiery gold.

All at once his hips froze, digging his cock so far as to leave an indent in your pelvis. For a confused second you thought he’d finished, but his gaze was cruel and focused, his lips in a smirk, and you felt no more full than you had a moment ago. He was doing this on purpose.

“Wait, no-nono, wh..y?” You hiccuped, taking his break as a moment to wipe unshed tears from your glossy eyes.

He sighed, “I don’t like repeating myself, darling,” He accentuated the infuriating nickname with a slap to your thigh, face unchanged as he trailed his sharpened fingertips along the reddening skin.

“His..oh.. fuck, Hisoka—“ The banished tears returned, falling silently down your pink face as you whispered, “please,”

“Hmm? Sorry, I couldn’t hear you, my dear, mind saying that again?

Your voice hiccuped as you spoke, “Please, alright? Please,” You thought it’d be enough, that he might finally go back to toying with your clit while he fucked you into the old floorboards, but you’d underestimated the magician’s self-control.

Innocently, he tilted his head, “Please what, dear? Please hit you again?” Hisoka didn’t blink as he slowly brought up his palm, giving you plenty of time to try and wiggle free from your punishment just to show off how futile escape really was, lashing his hand down on the same patch of skin as before, grinning at the shriek he yanked from your lungs.

“No! No, fu-uck.. just—“ You whimpered, brain seemingly disconnected from your mouth as you struggled to form the words, “just fuck me, Hisoka, please.”

“Look at you, huh? You were a slut after all,” He purred, letting the weight of your words hang lifeless in the air along with your stubborn pride. Before you could argue again his hand had returned to your clit, pace unforgiving as he pulled your nerves ever closer to snapping only to halt the second he grew bored, “Say it,”

Mindlessly, you nodded your head, “I’m yours, I’m your slut, Hisoka,” you intentionally clenched yourself around him, mumbling lucid pleas for more as his hard cock twitched, pre cum dripping from your heat onto the floor as your conscience trying to deny what your body so willingly accepted, “want you to fuck me, Hisoka, fu-ck,” you whined, the still presence inside your sensitive walls drove you insane.

With each word a truly unhinged aura began to surround him, and by extension, you, the intoxicating menace dripping over you like a drug as you faced forward once again, wiggling your ass as best you could in his grip.

That was his breaking point, ripping you away from his cock only to drive himself back in, digging the full blade of his nails into your hips, blood pooling around the crescent cuts.

“Fuck, ah.. Darling, ‘doing so good, so good’fr me-ah,” He slurred his words together, more drunk on you than the vodka as he leaned back, forcing you to meet him as his thrusts became so quick that it was getting hard to breathe, your ribcage creaking with discomfort as you were nailed into the stage.

“M..o-re, more...” You begged, and he was happy to oblige. the smearing crimson of blood running hot down your thighs, the pain only making you more pliant in his sculptor’s hands as he folded your body however he liked, ignoring your pained weep from the stretch as he slung one of your bleeding legs over his shoulder.

It was almost weird to hear him say your actual name, so often he used a pet name to mock or flirt with you, sometimes both, “So good for me like this, taking me so goo-uh,” He choked on his words as your cunt tightened around him, your hands clinging for balance in his hair, and Hisoka clearly didn’t mind if the slew of moans from his lips was any indication.

The angle his hips cut into had the edges of your vision turning into a vignette, “I’m close, so close, gonna cum inside you, yeah? Right here,” The hand that had been toying with your clit changed angles, his fingertips spinning spirals onto your aching bud while the flat of his hand pushed against your stomach, your shout swallowed by his pretty lips, tongue toying with yours.

“Ye-es cum inn-side me,” You were too far gone to care, anything he said sounded good as long as he said it in that sultry purr, arms numb as they lay suspended above your head.

“Take it, take it, Darling,” With what little strength you had left you curved your calf beside his neck, pulling him in until his cock brushed your cervix, the pain indistinguishable from the pleasure, “Uhn, cumm-fuck, i’m cumming—“

His cum was thick, the curve of his cock jutting inside you as he filled you up, mercifully swallowing your hallowed scream as he kissed you deeply, almost all feeling in your raised leg lost until he lowered it to his waist, involuntarily snapping his hips up although they had nowhere left to go until your moan turned into a broken sob of lingering bliss.

“Shh, dear, I’ve got you,” With a whirl of his wrist your arms were free of his bungee gum, shakily pulling them to your sides again as he pressed open-mouthed kisses along your neck, whispering a slurred mess of sweet words, stopping to suck a particularly deep hickey into the vein of your flesh.

“Hisoka, quit it!” Your fight had returned along with feeling to your fingertips as you wrenched him back by the hair, his cock jumping.a bit inside you at the grip, “I’ll have to wear sweaters for weeks now, you jerk.”

The capillaries had already begun to burst as he laughed, reaching up behind your head to pull his discarded top forward, digging out what looked like a piece of smooth cleaning cloth from its pocket and lying it over your neck with a simple point of his finger, gyo revealing the pink gum of his aura that controlled it before he smoothed the fabric over your skin, the texture so light you could barely feel it.

“A deal’s a deal, love, I’ll tell you how I cheated,” He smiled as satisfied and smug as he could ever be, a tingling sensation overtaking the patch of covered skin.

As he pulled your hand away you ran your fingers over the cloth, not finding a seam among the normal tone of your chest. Eyes wide as you looked at him for answers he was already happy to provide, “It’s called texture surprise. I can apply it to any flat surface and change its appearance. It’s quite handy,”

“It works on skin, paper, even playing cards,” You felt like an idiot. During the match you kept analyzing him for a sleight of hand trick all while he was using a second nen technique to win. It was so simple but genius, and you felt a little bit better knowing you weren’t outwitted by something obvious.

“You’re the worst, Hisoka,”

He chuckled, kissing along the new unblemished canvas of your neck, “I know~”

[charming-2d-boys]

Would you mind doing Uvo, Shal, and Chrollo finding out their S/O who sings really well but doesn't do it much if at all anymore?

Awwwwww, can you imagine the sadness at not hearing you sing anymore and seeing you unhappy about it? 🥺

I hope you’ll like this! 🙇

Chrollo

one of the things he honestly finds very soothing when it comes to you

Chrollo loves hearing you sing when he’s at your place

whether you are doing it as you’re cooking, showering, cleaning, even absentmindedly

sometimes, when he’s away from you and ready to sleep, he’d call you

and ask you to sing for him

it’s something that really makes Chrollo relax

no matter what he’s doing or where he is

and he’s told you that several times

so when he notices you singing less and less

he thinks that maybe your throat hurts

or you just don’t feel like doing it as often anymore

it isn’t until he asks you to sing for him one day and you politely refuse that he grows suspicious

Chrollo would take your hands in his, thumbs rubbing softly over your knuckles as he asks you what happened

will compliment you in between his questions

Did someone say anything to you? Because they’re probably jealous of your beautiful voice. But tell me who they are, anyway. I’ll have a little chat with them.

that smile is kind to you and a promise to whoever might say anything to you

he’s not giving up until he finds who or what caused you to stop singing

this time it’s not even because he wants to hear you sing

but it’s definitely making it seem as if you retreated into yourself more

and sadder

and he won’t let that happen if he can do anything about it

no matter what the reason is, Chrollo will help however he can

and hopefully, he’ll get to hear you sing again

Shalnark

don’t be surprised if he has recorded you when you were singing

it helps him when he misses you

plus, he likes bragging about you and your voice to the others

despite Shalnark annoying the Troupe about it, even they can admit that you’re good

a few of them actually heard you when they came to visit

and of course they complimented you as well

Shalnark was beaming with pride as he put one arm around your waist

yes, he’s often teased because of how whipped he is for you

and your voice whenever they hear him listening to the recordings on his phone

what can the poor boy say?

he’s in love with an amazing, beautiful and talented partner

how could he not miss them?

so when he finally comes home to you, he expects to hear you sing

Shalnark doesn’t ask you anything that night

or the next day

he just thinks that maybe you’re not in the mood or you’re thinking about other things

but when the week is up and he hasn’t heard you sing at all, he decides enough is enough

he hugs you from behind as you’re doing your nightly routine before bed

and hugs you a little tighter as he asks you what’s wrong

you seem unhappier to him and the fact that haven’t sung at all is worrying him

his eyes will look exactly like a puppy’s as he waits for you to say what’s wrong

he only wants you to be happy and he knows for a fact that when you sing, it means you’re happy

so Shalnark expects you to tell him what he can do to help you

you’re one of his priorities, after all, and he loves you dearly

Uvogin

he probably didn’t even notice you were singing in the first place 

or more like, he didn’t know it was you

he thought it was coming from the TV or outside

but when he heard you one night as he came from a mission…

oh boy

he just waited for a few seconds, just to make sure that sweet voice was yours

before he snatched you up in an embrace, effectively ending your singing in an abrupt shriek

you received one compliment after another and plenty of requests from Uvo

he absolutely adores those moments when he can just put his head on your lap, hear you sing softly and feel you run your fingers through his wild hair

sure-fire way to get him to sleep

now, of course, Uvo doesn’t always ask you to sing for him or anything

but after a while, he notices that you were barely doing it

he doesn’t really think much about it

you probably have your reasons

but when nothing changes after a few weeks, he finally asks you if there’s anything wrong

the faster you tell him what the problem is, the less worried he will feel

Uvo just wants to help you

whatever you might need or want, you’ll get

and the compliments for you will keep pouring if you or anyone says anything negative about you singing ability

and that someone will die

no one hurts his partner and gets away with it

and you’ll be pampered for quite a while if there is a problem

Uvo just wants you to smile and sing like you always do, giving him a sign that things are okay

[its-ya-boi-autumn]

Can you please write a scenario where Shalnark's darling (who is cool with the Phantom Troupe and knows he keeps hidden cameras all over the house) accidentally finds one of the cameras while cleaning or looking for something and decides to have a little NSFW fun since she knows he watches them? Please and thank you 🙏😊🥰

Oi~! Sounds fun, alright I gotchu!

Warnings: exhibitionism, F! reader

“Ugh, how does someone so “organized” lose so much shit...” you cursed to yourself, searching high and low for your boyfriends keys. Again. One would think he always has them on him, and typically he does, however it’s almost as if when he needs them the most, they go missing. You knew you didn’t have to look for them and he could have done it, but you were nice enough to help him out a little since he was busy downstairs for the time being.

“Ah shit Shal, where the fuck do you even keep these things...” you threw your hands in the air in frustration. Where the fuck were these keys? You started moving stuff around on the dining table, putting it back to keep the house in order once you didn’t see anything. Groaning when nothing showed up, you moved to the counter tops.

Swiftly, you scooted things to the side and even went as far as to check in cabinets and drawers just to be safe. Nothing. Finally you moved a glass bottle, met with something you weren’t entirely expecting. A camera, blinking red right in front of your face. You gasped as if you had just run into someone, almost apologizing as well. You’d known Shalnark had hidden cameras around the house to keep the both of you safe, but you’d never actually seen one before. The blinking must of meant he was downstairs watching you right now.

You licked your lips, suddenly shy as the eye of the small round camera stared back at you. An idea crossed your mind, leaving you giggly, heat spreading between your thighs. You bit your lip, staring directly at the camera and moving a little closer, glancing behind you to make sure no one else was there as you undid your belt. The two of you lived alone, though as you were about to expose yourself to him you felt a sudden uneasiness around you as if someone else was watching. Likely another camera in the room.

Turning back to face the one in front of you, you let your belt fall to the ground, smiling at the camera as you unbuttoned your jeans and slowly slid them down just enough for a peak at your panties. The light pink fabric poking out from above the dark wash of your jeans. You tugged them back up, running your hands up and down your thighs. Your hips swayed a little to tease him some more.

“I hope your watching~ if not at least recording me Shal.” you mumbled loud enough for the camera to hear. You back up a little, allowing more of you to be viewed through the lens. Taking another glance behind you, your hands slid up your shirt and squeezed your breasts, letting out a quiet moan for him. Your head fell back in pleasure as one of your hands slid into your bra and teased your nipple, emitting a squeak of approval. Your other hand snapped your panty line in your jeans, another moan leaving your mouth.

“Oh Shal just come upstairs already, I need you.” you hadn’t been much into dirty talk before but it was certainly helping you now. The words you spoke to yourself felt hot on your cheeks and lips. You leaned up against the fridge, still in view of the camera, drawing big circles on your exposed stomach before delving past the waistband of your jeans to touch yourself. It was a tight fit that didn’t leave much room for your hand, but you didn’t mind. Your delicate fingers slid up and down onto your slit, wetting your panties enough to elicit friction with every pass of your middle finger.

Holding yourself up was a task on its own, your legs growing weaker and weaker as the stimulation built up. Another glance out to the other room before pulling your jeans halfway down your thighs, showing off your now wet panties. Your hands went back to work, tugging at your hardened nipple and teasing your clit. You closed your eyes, letting the pleasure wash over you as your hand dipped into your underwear.

You teased your hole with your fingers, lightly pumping in the first knuckle to edge yourself some. You called out to Shal in a mere whisper, knowing he could hear you. You lifted one of your legs, deciding to finger yourself some more, driving deeper into your cunt. You stopped for a brief moment to take off your shirt, revealing one of your breasts from your bra. You gripped onto the fridge door behind you and started to finger yourself again, making coy eye contact with the camera. Your face had begun to heat up, pants and moans being drawn every time your fingers sunk into your pussy. They just couldn’t quite reach that spot you needed so desperately to touch.

Involuntarily, your hips started bucking forward, yearning for more. You closed your eyes again, leaning back against the fridge. Your moans grew louder, your clit rutting up against your hand with every thrust.

“Fuck it feels good~” you let him know just how you felt. Knowing it would drive him crazy. A warm hand cupped under your tit, squeezing lightly. Your eyes flew open and you gasped. You were met with the bright blue of Shalnark’s eyes, him smiling down at you.

“Did you think you could get away with teasing me? Well dear I’ll tell you now that was a bad decision.” he laughed, and you knew you were in for it now. The camera light was still blinking, recording as Shalnark pounded you from behind right in the kitchen counter.