#shaiapouf x Reader

[quimichi]

¡! ❞ MAKING OUT WITH HXH GUYS

warnings: NSFW - MDNI, Ging Freecs, this man needs his own tw, kissing, making out, pet names, teasing, yeah i think thats it?

summary: Making out with hxh guys

characters: HxH guys x F!Reader + Neferpitou (they/them) dunno where to put that creature

word count: 5.940

a/n: any character you want added? Tell me lol

Chrollo

Chrollo is kissing you with a passion that borders on fervent. His hands touch the curves of your face— as if trying to memorize how you feel under his skin. He wants to memorize your smell, how each of your curves and dip fits against him.

His tongue sweeps along your lips, desperate for more. Chrollo is craving you; craving the sensation of your skin against his. Chrollo's hands slide down your chest and to your thighs, pulling you even closer against him, his touch insistent and demanding. He pulls back and gazes at you, his hand tilting your chin so that you're looking up at him. His eyes are dilated, almost completely black, and his voice is ragged as he speaks.

"Don't look away from me," he murmurs. "Your eyes. Let me see them. I need to see you." His mouth is on your neck, his hands roaming over your skin. He's desperate. His tongue follows the path of his lips, tasting the air with a fervour that borders on the needy. He lets out a ragged exhale that turns into a moan against your flesh.

"You're mine," he groans. "You're perfect. You're mine."

Dalzollene

Dalzollene is pressed against your body, hands at your hips. His head dips to kiss you, lips trailing across your jaw and down the column of your throat. "You're so good to me," he murmurs between pecks and kisses. "Good," he repeats. He presses closer against you, hands slipping under the hem of your shirt. Dalzollene's body presses hard against yours, pushing you back against the wall. One of his hands leaves your hips to come up under your shirt, caressing the soft skin of your stomach.

His other hand grips your hip, holding you in place. His lips find your sensitive point just under your jaw, and he nips you there. "My good girl." He says, as though he means it. "Gods, you're good to me." His kisses are hot, almost feverish, against your skin as his lips dance and suck to a new spot after just leaving the last. One hand grabs your hip tighter, pinning you to the wall behind you. The other slides down your chest and stomach, leaving fire in every place his fingertips graze you. "You're gonna make me weak if you keep being so good to me," he rasped against your neck. "Oh, you're so goddamn good to me." Dalzollene nips the soft flesh of your collarbone.

Feitan

"Ouch-!" Feitan lets out a soft laugh against your lips. His teeth nip at your skin, taking the tiniest tastes of you, relishing in the sweet moan that escapes your throat as he does so. His hand curls around your cheek, fingers tracing the line of your jaw.

"You are delicious," he murmurs, his voice low and sultry. "I could feast on you for eternity." Feitan's hand slides back to the nape of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair. He tugs, pulling your head back and baring your neck for him. He leans in close, his lips brushing against your ear.

"Who do you belong to?" He whispers, his teeth nipping at your earlobe. "Say it. Let me hear those sweet little words." His hand continues to grasp at you, as if he cannot get enough of your touch. His teeth graze against the sensitive skin of your neck, leaving a trail of kisses along the line of your pulse. "Whose are you?" He breathes, his voice as soft and sweet as honey. "Tell me. Who do you belong to? Answer me. I will have my name on your hips, your back, everywhere. I'll carve it into you."

Ging

"Watch my-?" Ging stutters before cutting himself off, eyes wide and cheeks flushed. He blinks once, twice, before letting out a soft, almost inaudible exhale of breath. "My tongue?" Ging pulls you against him. One of his arms wraps around your waist, bringing you right flush against him. Gings other hand slides lower, slipping down to your hip.

"You're a brat, aren't you? No one ever complained about my kisses, ever." He murmurs, smirking. "Probably cause you never ever kissed someone, ever." You mock him. "You've always been a brat." Ging lets out a quiet laugh.

He tugs his hand from your hair, coming to rest it on your hip instead; his grip tightens ever-so-slightly. The hand at your stomach begins to rise, creeping just beneath the edge of your shirt. His hand slides higher, fingertips brushing against your skin, just shy of the waistband of your pants. Ging lets your ear fall against the crook of his neck, the action bringing you even more closely against him than you were a moment ago— it's as though he's attempting to meld the two of you together like an experiment.

He grins. "How long has it been since you've been on your best behaviour?"

Hanzo

Hanzo is a mess of kisses. He worships your lips like a shrine, he worships the curve of your neck, he worships the slope of your shoulders, the dip of your waist, everything. In a moment, he is a man drowning in an ocean of bliss— his body pressed against yours, his hands gripping you tight, holding you close to him.

The man is a kiss-soaked mess— his body a trembling mess, every kiss turning him to jelly. He holds onto you like he never wants to let go. "Did you ever-" but you were quickly shut down, "Never before." The answer comes in hushed, urgent tones. His hands trail over you like fire, tracing the curves and lines of your body like your skin is a map he wants to re-draw a thousand times.

"Never like this." His hands roam down your back. "Not with anyone like this." His words end on a gasp as his hand comes down to cup you, his touch possessive and almost reverent. It is a caress, but at the same time, it's claiming you.

"I have longed to touch you," he whispers, his words like a prayer. "To caress you… to hold you…" His words are like nothing he'd ever thought of before, but he seems to be spilling them without a care. It's as if he has been holding them back for years, and your touch has forced them out. For the first time, Hanzo is a man without a filter, no hesitation, no hesitance. "To touch you..." he murmurs, as he leans forward, pressing soft kisses to the side of your neck. "So desperately."

Hisoka

"Yes." He moans between kisses, arching up into you. He presses his body against yours, as close as two souls can be. Every kiss, every touch, only makes the fire inside him grow. His fingers, cold as moonlight, dance over your skin. His lips are soft, but his touch is hungry— he wants you, needs you, like a starving puppy that only a single meal will suffice. "Oh," he whispers against your lips, "OH~" he moans, "Mmm, yes, keep it coming." He lets out a shuddering breath. Hisoka's fingers dip into your hair and thread through the soft strands, grabbing the locks in a way that makes it hard for you escape from his hold.

"So good. You're so good, so—" He cuts off a moan, his breath hitching in anticipation of something. "Can you shut the fuck up, clown ass-" you blurt out.

Hisokas eyes gleam, sparkling like jewels as he looks up at you. He loves it when you take control like this. All those sounds he made before are nothing compared to his cocky grin now. "Mmm, make me," he responds, teasingly.

Hisoka's hand slides up your arm, all the way up and his fingers dig into your shoulder hard. His smirk is playful, but that look in his eyes… that's no joke. A low growl rolls past his lips. 

"I dare you," he teases. "Make me shut up."

Illumi

Kissing Illumis lips feels like kissing a statue. His body is rigid, like the very air around him has frozen. The only response you get from him is from the way he shudders against you, or from the soft sound that slips from his lips when your tongue touches against his.

The kiss feels as if it were frozen in time. Illumi is completely and utterly frozen. The only sign he makes of life in his body is his hands— they're resting on your shoulders, fingers curling and releasing.

Your lips part from his, it's pointless and in a way embarrassing for you to keep going. "Did you...ever made out before?" "No." His answer is simple. His fingers grip tighter against your shoulders, pulling you a little closer to him. The stiffness in his body grows to the point that you might believe he stopped breathing entirely.

"Mother has taught me." "WHAT?!" "She said that making out, or kissing is a waste of time and should not be part of the relationship process. It takes away too much time." "Ah-"

The little sound you make makes Illumi pause.

His fingers flex and loosen against your shoulders. He's tense, body frozen in place, when suddenly he pulls you a little tighter.  "Ah," he repeats, your single little sound is so perfect to his ears. Soft and breathy.

"Well, seems like you have to...teach me then."

Kite

"My everything." Kite's fingers trail along your jaw, over your lips, tracing the lines of your face. "My only love."  He buries his nose into your neck, breathes you in. "Please." He says, the word almost a whimper of desire.

"Please, don't ever jump so reckless into danger again." "...Promise." "I hope so." The corners of Kite's lips curl up into a slight, affectionate smile, but it's a shaky smile. He buries a hand into your silken hair and breathes against your throat.

"Promise me you'll run when i tell you to. You stay where you are when i tell you to. You do as i tell you to. We don't know what we might encounter in NGL."

"Good." Kite's entire body relaxed, a shudder coming over him as your word echoed through his mind. He breathed out against your skin, nuzzling into that sweet spot beneath your jaw. He closed his eyes, pressing his lips against you in a kiss, and again, and again. He wants to lose himself in you.

"Please, do as told and leave me behind if you must."

Knov

Knov's lips are as cold as his skin is warm. It's a strange sensation, one that seems both heavenly and sinful at once. His arms are wrapped around you as though he would never let go. There's an almost reverent expression on his face as his lips connect with yours, and his hands roam your body as if he is trying to prove to himself you're really there.

He kisses you. Deeply and passionately, as if he were starving and you were the first thing that wasn't ice in his mouth. Knov's lips are cold, his hands hot against your skin. He guides you closer to him, one arm curled around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. You can feel the heat of his body pressed against yours, a stark contrast to the cold of his lips.

His other hand is buried in your hair, fingers tangled in your locks like a man who was desperate to touch you. "Gods, you're beautiful," he murmurs. Knov's eyes roam over you almost possessively, as though he wants to look at every inch of you. He's silent like this, for the first time in as long as you can remember. He's so focused, so intent on you, that he has forgotten how to hold a conversation. All of his attention is on you— your form, the way your hair bounces as you move, the way your clothes mould themselves against you— he's completely captivated.

When he finally does speak again, his voice is rough. Deep and husky.

"I've missed you."

Knuckle

"C-Chill out-!" Knuckle's reaction to that is quite a lot of things, most of them sinful, and you can't tell when he stops kissing you or when he pulls back. For a moment he just stares at you, eyes wide. "You-" he breaths. The words fail him, replaced by a soft, shaky exhale. For a moment he's too stunned to move, staring.

But then, you're pressed against his chest. He wraps his arms around you, holding you as close to his body as humanly possible. He buries his face into your neck, pressing kisses to the skin. The way he kisses is desperate, desperate like a man starving in the desert. His breaths are hot against your skin, and his hands are gripping your waist, holding onto you so tightly he fears you might disappear.

"What as gotten into you." you chuckle lightly as his lips and hair tickle your skin. "You," he chokes out, his voice coming as a sharp gasp against your neck. His head lifts, and he kisses down the column of your neck, and you can hear the way he says "you" between kisses, and it sounds like a prayer, like a plea, like a vow. "You've gotten into me—"

Kurapika

"Feeling better?" You ask him, holding his face gently in your hands. "The world feels less cold," he admits. His hands come up to hold your face. He's never seen anything as precious as you before, and there is a sense of reverence in the way that he looks at you.

"I've never felt... whole." His fingertips trace the lines of your jaw. "I'm better now," he says, voice barely above a whisper. As he speaks, Kurapika's hands are still tracing the expanse of your cheek, the line of your jaw, the curve of your cheeks— as if he's memorising how it feels to finally touch you.

His eyes have softened when they look at you. The tension in his body seems to have left at last. "I'm better when I'm with you," he says. He kisses you. His lips are soft and warm against yours, the taste like sweet wine against your tongue, a heady mix of sweetness and intoxicating desire.

His arms are gentle as they wrap around your waist, drawing you closer still. As if your proximity isn't enough, he pulls you over so that you're sat atop  of him on his lap. His lips are hungry— a desperate need against your mouth as he kisses you over and over again.

Leorio

Leorio kisses back fiercely, lips pressing against yours fervently, tongue slipping past your lips. His hands slide up to cup your face, fingers tangling gently in your hair, cradling you against him as if he cannot get enough of you. He melts at your touch, breath leaving him in soft, shuddering gasps. He pulls back just slightly, only by millimeters— his lips just barely ghosting over your skin, his breath hot and needy and soft against your neck. Leorio swallows, lips parting slightly. The sound of his breath against your skin has an unmistakable undertone of need. He presses closer, pressing his body against yours, body shaking against you. Every breath he takes has his name falling from his lips.

"Gods," he gasps, voice a desperate whisper. "Bab…I don't know how much patience I have left."

He presses his lips between your collarbones, leaving soft, reverent kisses against smooth flesh. "I'm going crazy." You are making him absolutely unravel.

He murmurs your name as he presses kisses against your neck. He's whimpering now, a litany of praise against your skin like a desperate prayer. "Your- Gods, I need you-" His fingers clutch at your shirt, body trembling. "-I need to be closer to you."

The way he's shuddering against you is like a leaf in the wind. A shudder, a press, another kiss to your skin. "I'm going to break if I don't have you now."-

Menthuthuyoupi

"Wait-! Not so r-!" Menthuthuyoupi gasps, a low, startled sound that catches in his throat. He blinks down at you. "Not so rough?" His words are muffled against the soft plush of your lips, but the sound is clear. He pauses, lifting his head slightly— his lips barely leave yours, and he's still close enough that his body is flush against yours. His mouth brushes against your lips, the sound of his deep and gravelly voice rumbling from his chest.

He leans closer, his eyes still fixed on yours, and he murmurs. "Or not so loud?"

"Rough-!" "Yes." His breath is hot on your face, his tongue flicking out to trace your bottom lip, a slow, deliberate stroke of heat. A shudder runs through him as he pulls back just enough to speak. He tilts his head, and he looks up you. "You like that?" He tilts his head, his mouth only inches away from yours. A smirk pulls at his mouth, and he teases you in kind. "Rough." Menthuthuyoupis breath hitches against your ear. He shivers, his body taut with tension as his hand moves to the nape of your neck, fingers tightening against the soft skin.

"Rough." He murmurs once more, his voice barely a touch above a whisper. He pulls back slightly, and the look in his eyes is like a wildcat stalking its prey.

"You want rough." He repeats, as though it is the most obvious thing in the universe.

Meruem

His lips move against yours automatically. He kisses you with a sense of reverence so intense, you'd think you were worshipping a god in the shape of a man. Meruem's heart is in his throat. This is all he's ever dreamed of, all he's dreamed of since the day you first turned your eyes onto him. He kisses you like a dying man who is being reborn (literally). A man starving who cannot fathom having food, but here it is, right in front of him.

Just before you pull away, Meruem murmurs.

"Mine." His mouth curls up at that. He grins, but there's hunger behind his eyes, and something else too. A sense of possession. A deep, feral need to keep what is his and his alone. "Mine to devour," he agrees. "Mine to love. Mine to hold. Mine to eat if i so desire." Meruem kisses you again, this time more aggressively, as if he's trying to memorize every detail of your lips so that he will never forget the taste again. His hands, large and strong, come up to rest on your waist; his fingers dig into your body, claiming you as his with a possessive force that takes your breath.

He breaks the kiss, only to move back in, kissing you again and again. Each time, his embrace around you deepens, becomes harder. His breaths are becoming heavier.

"My Human tastes so good."

Morel

Morel is a man who is all restraint. He is meticulous, precise, and disciplined. He has a reputation as a hunter for his precise, deadly combat, but he has also been known to be a slow, almost deliberate lover.

His kiss against your mouth is slow and unhurried. When his lips part from yours, he pauses to gaze at you, as if you are a precious gemstone. Morel will look at you as if for the first time, even after months of seeing you. No matter how many times he's been in your presence, every look is like the first. His expression is always one of reverent awe. His hands are cool, soft, and steady. They rest against your face when he kisses you. He holds you close, like a flower held in a gentle breeze that will protect you from all the storms of the world. His movements are deliberately slow, as if he is savouring every inch of you.

"Morel..." His name on your lips makes his body shiver with something he couldn't have prepared for in a million deaths. He is as if carved from stone. The word that slips from your mouth as if falling from the gods themselves makes him feel like he's been touched by lightning.

"Say it again…?" he whispers.

"Morel." "You'll remember to scream that later." "Wait what?"

Neferpitou

Neferpitou shivers at the sensation of your lips. Soft. Plump. Just the right amount of firmness. When your hand cups the side of their face, they tilt their head into your hand — as though they couldn't be more content to be in your grasp.

"Was...was that a kiss…?" They ask breathlessly. Neferpitou has always been quiet, but they are so very desperate for you. Neferpitou kisses you like a drowning man, with a desperation that almost seems to consume the room. There are no words that need be said to describe this, only actions.

When your back hits the wall, Neferpitou is flush against you, their lips still on yours, tongue tracing over your teeth. Their hand reaches up to grasp you by the neck, pressing against your jaw with the same sort of urgency.

Their breaths get deeper, more ragged with want. "You're mine…" Neferpitou breathes when they finally pull back from your kiss, leaving only a few inches of space between your lips. Their thumb brushes over your lip, lingering as if they couldn't bear the thought of letting it go.

"Say you're mine, human!"

Netero

His lips are warm, softer than they have any right to be. His arms are around you, firm as a mountain, but gentle in a way that says he's being careful. He tastes of the rain, like the afterglow of a storm. His arms tighten against your back in a way that makes it perfectly clear: he intends on holding onto you for all eternity. He is centuries old— but he feels young with you. He holds you against him like a relic, a treasure from the very first second that he's made you his.

Your body fits against his, the two of you slotting together like the final bit of a puzzle. He is warm against you, his head buried against the crook of your neck, as if you are a pillow, and all his thoughts are on you. His face is pressed into your hair, and he inhales slowly, your scent filling his senses and his eyes flutter shut. It feels as if a part of him has been missing all his life, and then you came along and you fit so perfectly into his arms that all at once he realises: you were always that missing piece.

"I've been waiting for so long," he mumbles. "I'm not going to let go of you now."

Nobunaga

Nobunagas head is in the crook of your neck. He is breathing deeply, as if you could drown out the whole world with the scent of you alone. "I love you," he breathes again, against your skin. "You're it… you're all I need…"

His hand gently runs up your arm, holding you against him. He's clinging to you like a barnacle. Nobunaga's breath hitches as your touch moves against his jawline. "You're too good for me." His words are barely a whisper.  His eyes close as soon as your hand touches his face, and he's completely quiet now, save for the sound of his breath.

If it weren't for his heart beating, one would almost assume that he's dead. He's as still as a statue, as if the mere whisper of your touch could bring him shattering to his knees. "You," he murmurs again, his voice low, "you're everything. More. So many good things I'm not. You're— I would die for you. I would."

His grip on your arm tightens. "I'm lost in you… I'm—" he trails off, swallowing thickly.

Pariston

"Somebody might-" "Let them," Pariston murmurs against your mouth. He's breathless, his face a few inches from yours, eyes wide and fixed in a mixture of reverence and adoration. "Let them look. Let them see your good man; your beautiful lover." He pulls you closer, bringing you flush against him. There's something almost feverish in the way he looks at you. "Let them see that you're mine. Let them know you're the only one that matters." "But-" "But?" His tone matches yours; gentle, questioning. "But what?"

His eyes search yours, as if he's almost afraid that you'll tell him to stop— that he'll be forced to part from you, even for a second. He holds his ground, unmoving, his body pressed close to yours. Pariston smiles at you, a tender curve of the lips. It's a smile full of warmth and adoration.

It's the kind of smile that is utterly unguarded, a simple, unburdened smile that comes from nothing but love and affection. Pariston's tongue peeks out from behind his lips to moisten them. He brings a hand up to hold your cheek, his thumb caressing your skin.

"You look pretty when you're flustered," he comments. "And so flustered," he teases, his finger trailing lower down your face to brush against your neck playfully. "Are you scared that they'll think I'm taking advantage of you, my love?"

His hand slides down your arm; a shiver goes through you as his fingertips linger over your forearm. "Scared that they'll think that I'm making you mine?"

A pause, before he adds in a husky drawl that sounds more like a growl, "Scared that you'll like it?"

Phinks

"Only strong for you," Phinks murmurs with a soft gasp, breathless and trembling.

His arms tighten around you, fingers gripping your shoulders as he pulls you closer, needing to have you in his embrace. The only thought his mind is able to form is of you, of you, of you. Phinks breath hitches.

His fingers tighten around your waist. His lips part easily as his head cocks back and his breaths grow more urgent. He makes a low, soft sound as his fingers clutch tighter to your body, and he presses himself closer to you. Phinks can't get enough of this. He can't get enough of having you close, of having you so close to him. Of hearing you breathe, of feeling the weight of you on top of him.

He kisses you more roughly this time, tongue pressing against yours. One of his hands grips your waist, pulling you closer, and his fingers dig into your skin.

He pulls away and presses his lips to your neck, lips whispering against the skin.

"You drive me insane." One of his legs hooks around yours and he rolls, reversing the positions so that he is on top of you, staring down at you from above. He presses against you, fingers gripping your hips tightly.

Pokkle

"Me, shy?" Pokkle almost laughs, only holding in the sound with a stifled huff. He raises his face slowly to look at you, his eyes glistening just like they almost always do when he looks towards you. "I am not shy," he says. "I simply—"

His voice trails off once again and he looks down at his feet. He lets out a low, shuddering breath— he's never been a good liar. He lets out a quiet, breathless laugh.

"I'm not getting shy at all. I'm not. I just…" He looks up, eyes meeting yours almost immediately, like a flower seeking sun. "A moment of weakness. A brief vulnerability— I-"

He sighs. God, he is a bad liar.

"Shut up and keep kissing me." You whisper, leaning closer to him. Pokkle freezes at that order. His breath stops in his chest. For a moment, it seems he's stunned speechless by the statement.

And then, he reacts. All he does is stare for a second, and you catch a spark of something new in Pokkles eyes. "Okay," he says; his voice is barely a whisper as he responds to you, soft and just a little bit breathy.  He pulls you close.

Razor

His hands are gentle as he touches you, as he runs his fingers over you like you are pure light. Razor loves to tease you, loves to hear your little whimpers and gasps as his touch slides over you. "Did you do that on purpose?" Razor asks, voice slightly breathless as he presses his thumb over the spot were he just left his mark. "I don't believe you're this bad at practicing nen." there's a slight edge to his voice, "and I know you aren't that bad."

"Or— maybe," he murmurs— "I'm just that skilled at making you lose your focus." Razor lets his fingers dance over your skin while your heart beats faster under his touch. "You're so easy," he muses. His tongue slips out, running the tip along the seam of your lips. When he speaks again, his voice is a husky whisper:

"You're so desperate just for me to touch you."

His fingers dance along the inside of your shirt as they slip under the fabric, caressing the warm, supple skin beneath his fingertips. He kisses you again. His teeth close around your bottom lip. He nips at your mouth with more force. He gently bites and sucks and pulls until you're letting out the pretty noises that drive him crazy. When he releases your lip, a thread of saliva still connected to his mouth, he grins against it.

"You're not very quiet at all."

Shaiapouf

His kisses are soft, as if he is touching a piece of art that could crumble under the pressure of his own touch. He holds your gaze as he does, eyes wide and open, like a child that has seen something that has rocked his very world. His tongue is soft and slow against your mouth, warm and gentle like the summer sun. His body is warm as well, every muscle under his clothes as taut as tautrope. He moves slowly, languid, languid. He would not speed the pace on his own accord. He's content to worship you with his lips. His mouth moves to your neck, his lips brushing against the bare skin, soft as satin.

He's silent as he presses kisses against your throat, his nose brushing the sensitive skin of your neck. He inhales your scent, as if it alone was a sacrament he was consuming.

He moves lower, his mouth moving to the hollow of your throat. He pauses there, then moves down to the collarbone, his hair splaying across your skin. Shaiapoufs tongue runs along the contour of your collarbone. He lets it dance across the skin of your collarbone, as it would a melody on the strings. He presses gentle kisses there, moving his way back up along your throat to your jaw.

His hands are at your face, stroking softly across your cheek, your chin, your jaw. His touch is like a caress. He strokes over your lips.

Shalnark

A small whimper sounds in the back of Shalnarks throat as your lips meet. He is quick to return the kiss, as if every fiber of his being is focused on that one singular contact. He reaches up, resting his palm against the curve of your jaw, turning your head so that he can deepen the kiss.

His breath is hot against your skin, his other hand gripping your waist, fingers digging hard into the fabric of your clothes. "You're mine," he murmurs against your lips, almost desperately. His fingers tug at your clothes, trying to pull you closer. If he could have, he would have torn them from you, and then your body, so that he could have you even closer.

Shalnark tongue brushes over your lower lip, and he makes a soft sound—a small whimper—as he does so. He is desperate, and his touch is rough. In that moment, he simply wants to be close to you. Nothing more. Nothing less.

"Mine," he mumbles, again.

Shoot

Shoot melts into your kiss, a soft gasp of surprise escaping him as you kiss him, and he responds quietly, his hands hovering as if afraid to touch you. He's timid, but also hungry, desperate to feel your lips upon his.

His body presses against yours as your lips touch, and he makes another soft gasp as his hands finally touch your skin. You take his hands in mine and place them on your waist. Shoot hands freeze as they slide against your waist. His fingertips touch your hip, gently wrapping around you. He swallows hard, the sound loud in the quiet, as he pulls you closer. He lets his fingers explore your back, sliding up to your shoulders. His hands are cold, but not unwelcome. He keeps going, as if he's lost himself in the simple pleasure of touching you. "Your skin…it's so warm," he murmurs, voice a little breathless. The words are like smoke from his lips, his body shivering against yours. "I didn't expect—"

A soft noise sounds from his throat, and Shoot tugs you closer against himself, his body molding against yours like clay. "It's been too long. I've missed the touch of warm skin," he complains, leaning forward to bury his face into your neck.

Uvogin

Uvogin is in control— a gentle yet calloused hand against the sensitive skin of your jaw, lips moving against yours. When he speaks, his voice is soft, gentle, and deep- "Mmmm, I could kiss you forever." He murmurs against your lips, his thumb tracing soft patterns upon your neck, as if mapping out the shape of your pulse.

He takes your bottom lip between his teeth, gently nipping, then kissing again. He's pinning you against a wall, his body trapping you against it, his hips against yours.

Another kiss, deep and hungry, tongue pressing against your lips in an almost desperate demand for more of you. Uvogin doesn't speak, his mouth busy, claiming, exploring.  His hands roam up your back, pulling you flush to his chest. "You're so perfect," he mutters in between kisses, his voice husky, heavy with a desire he seems unable to control. One hand slides into your hair, holding your head in place, his body pressing you down, holding you in place against the wall.

His lips travel down your jawline, across your neck, teeth nipping and tongue soothing in a pattern that is both maddening and delicious.

Wing

Wings tongue slips between your lips as he draws you in for a kiss. His hands grip at your body, pulling you close, pressing you close until you can barely move. His head tilts slightly to the side, lips moving at a slow, torturous pace. He seems to drink you in, savoring the taste of you. He's gentle, oh so gentle, and yet at the same time he can't bring his lips away from yours. "Please," he whispers, his voice a low growl when he pulls away just enough to speak. "Please don't let me go, not now. I haven't seen you in weeks."

Wings arms are wrapped firmly around your waist, pulling you tight against him as if he'll die if he lets you go.

He presses his body close to yours, his head leaning on your shoulder. He's desperate for a moment of peace and your presence, and yet he knows that you could leave at any moment. "I won't." Wing grip around you tightens at those words. He inhales shakily, his body shuddering. His breath brushes over your neck, warm against your skin.

"Say it again." He demands, lifting his head to look up at you. Despite his firm tone, his eyes are soft, almost pleading. He's desperate to hear it from you, for you to reassure him.

"I won't leave you." When you promise him that, he releases a shuddering breath. "Thank you."

[animeyanderelover]

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, manipulation, delusional mindset, threats, overprotective behavior, isolation, abduction

Tags: @jamayah @chxxz @leveyani @hyakki-yosai @shenryu-sama @maggiequinn59 @flaming-vulpix

S/o likes to tell stories of their childhood

Shaiapouf

🎻Shaiapouf lives to cater to the needs of yours as long as they align with his own beliefs of what is right for you. He enjoys listening to your childhood stories as it symbolises to him that you trust him, something he craves to be given from you. It keeps him from using his Nen abilities to influence and manipulate your emotions to make you more docile and submissive, more susceptile to let him serve you and protect you the way he believes that you have to be protected. As someone who never has had a childhood as he has been the same emotionally and physically ever since he hatched he also shows an increased interest to find out what a normal human's childhood from your memories would look like. Whatever you may have hoped his reaction to be though, I guarantee you that Shaiapouf will only be feeling petty jealousy and theatrical horror. Every person who made you happy before his arrival is a victim of his poisoned envy and every accident of yours nearly gives him a heart attack as he feels the need to still see if you have suffered any injuries even if years should have passed. You will have to relive those experiences only in your memories though as Pouf would never allow you to do it again.

Kaneki Ken

🔲​Kaneki's childhood has been marked with hardships all over and despite the selfishness of his obsession he still genuinely hopes that at least someone as wonderful as his darling never had to suffer even half as much as he did. Initially he latches on very eagerly when you start telling stories of your childhood as the act of telling him despite having abducted you something about your past soothes his already smothering insecurities. He's an individual that loves listening to you as it is. You do set him up cruelly though, only telling him the nice and funny stories that warm his heart only to pour icy cold water over him as soon as you start bringing up stories that aren't so happy. His heart races, his breath stops and panics floods through him as stories of your near-death-encounters bring him more horror than actual horror films. His paranoia definitely has him spiraling down to be more pushy as his presence starts to be more pushy. He's afraid that you may suffer from nightmares in your sleep or that you carry with you a mental burden that he will gladly take if he can. If some of your stories should involve nearly being eaten by a ghoul though it is going to be a shot right through his fragile mentality.

Aizen Sosuke

🌫️​Aizen is a man who knows everything, a man who never enters a room without a plan and who never starts a conversation without a purpose. You're constantly torn apart between gnawing frustration and obvious terror as this man who you have never met seems to know more about your own mind than you do yourself. It's those previous experiences with the true depths of his knowledge that make you very reluctant initially to share your past with him as you suspect that he probably already knows. In fact he does but still he values the aspect of you engaging with him in conversations and other interactions as he would have no interest in you if you were nothing more than a quiet and motionless doll. Even if he outsmarts you all the time, Aizen does enjoy listening to you and he finds that though he knows most of those stories anyways it is much more entertaining to hear them from your lips. The ones that amuse him by far the most are the ones where you almost ended up risking your own life as it only solidifies you even more as someone fascinating as he wonders how fate could have possibly gotten you into many of the events you went through in your past.

Sesshomaru

🐺​Sesshomaru ususally shows very little emotion on his face and when he does reveal them they are normally always either ones of annoyance or anger. That's why you are intially very hesitant as you share stories of your past, your eyes constantly on the yokai as you are worried that he may give you a disapproving glare or coldly demand you to stop. None of that happens though and despite his lack of any reaction that makes it look like he simply doesn't care you take it. Every night when he stops his journey to give Rin and you rest as he understands that humans need sleep to replenish their energy you like to tell stories at the bonfire with Rin often your only listener who appears to actively listen and be interested. It is only once you start bringing up stories of your past that at that time could have easily cost you your life that finally elicit a reaction out of him, sharp eyes suddenly looking up. He usually asks you once Jaken and Rin are asleep if those stories were really true as if not wanting to believe that the one human he fell in love with happens to be the one who appears to be unbelievably stupid and unlucky. Hopefully you're less of an idiot now. Otherwise he may have to keep a closer eye on you.

[carvinglies]

there's too little shaiapouf content send me requests for him...

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Yandere V + H: Shaiapouf

This ant is born to be a henchman in every universe

Though one would not be wrong when questioning how often he feels the need to direct the villain he’s serving’s attention

Always willing to give up any part of himself for his precious villain to succeed

Ride or die they’re glory is everything to him

But only if that glory includes him

He’s a tad selfish but for all the right reasons 

It’s for you of course

When you rise from the ashes of his former creator to take on the role of an innovator 

You’re all he can ask for 

No longer tied by his biological connection or maybe just an overcomplicated pheromone mishap

He devotes himself to the legacy you’ve restarted making his uncalled-for connections to his old villain

But it’s the differences he does notice that lead him to be…so involved:

“Shiapouf make a note. Clearly, the titanium-devastating robot taught them nothing about better infrastructure.”

“Yes, my liege!” 

He admired your back which was beautifully annunciated by the elegant cape on your back. Pouf proudly squeezed at the bandaged tips of his fingers as he recalled personally sewing the insignia of your villain name onto its center. 

Turning before you he opened the door of the invisible jet for you, bowing as you entered the back seat. Closing the door he sent one more hidden glare at the construction crew working in the rubble of the old sky-scraper. In his deepest of hearts, he almost wished they wouldn’t try, shaking his head in punishment. You wanted this, therefore this was right. Entering through the door, he harshly yelled at the door of the cockpit,” Go.”

That was all that was needed for the jet to silently left the city, cruising above national waters in seconds. Pouf had located himself directly across from you watching in admiration and amusement as you twisted and tilted your face as you scrolled through articles on your digital pad. 

“Once again this proves to be ineffectual in making them evolve. This wasn’t a big enough sign for them to even consider using that material they discovered that could be made with the remains of that overgrowing landfill. “

Pouf resisted the urge to clutch his cheeks,” My liege, you’re so generous to these low-lifes.”

You let out a muted ‘thanks’ before closing your eyes in thought. Millions of images from various politicians and inventors calling for reform or change. None of them are worthy enough or even supported enough to be considered significant change. It started to make you wonder…

“Perhaps…this isn’t the right thing to do.”

Pouf’s smile was gone. A serious expression on his face as he asked, ”What do you mean your Grace?”

Sighing you looked out the window,” My whole goal is to help the humans of this world evolve but I worry all I’m doing is just killing the masses for no reason.”

If the cabin of the jet wasn’t cool, it was freezing because of Pouf’s glare.

“Who says this?”

“What do you mean I am—”

“Who said this.”

The question that didn’t need to be said brought a familiar pit in your stomach. Fidgeting with your fingerless gloves and then your raised collar that felt like it was making you hot. Pouf’s darkened tuscan-yellow eyes were filled with the retained fury of a protector. One that you found much more frightening than the hero you escaped from every time.

“A journalist from the Hunter’s Post. She just made some really good–”

“Name?”

“Pouf I don’t want to punish anyone–”

“Name, (Y/n).”

“Ponzu….her name was Ponzu.”

“Thank you (Y/n)--”

“Please Pouf I don’t want anything—”

Pouf smiled widely, “I think you should rest, my Liege!”  

You opened your mouth to protest, actually getting up from the seat you were in to plead. Finding you’re body refused to listen as you finally registered the shimmering colors and grand wideness of Shaiapouf’s wings. You didn’t need to see the sparkling particles to know what was happening, vaguely recalling this same scene playing out just a few days ago.

“Sleep peacefully, my (Y/n). I’ll deal with the parasite that’s poisoned you.”

Pouf smiled at your slumped figure before snapping his fingers. His joyful expression is gone now that three winged servants appeared at his side. All three bowing and awaiting his orders.

“Find the journalist Ponzu. Bring her to me alive, I will deal with her punishment personally.”

Two of the servants darted off, quickly flying out of a hatch that allowed them to leave without letting too much of the wind inside. The remaining servant stood still awaiting orders.

“Idiot. Get our Great One a blanket, can’t you see they’re needing one.”

The servant bowed their head swiftly heading to the back of the jet. Giving Pouf the privacy he desired to stand from his own seat and kneel before yours. Looking up at your sleeping face, he couldn’t deny himself the urge to caress your sleeping face.

“Don’t worry. I will always fight for your glorious mission. Even if you forget.”

[animeyanderetalker]

Imagine darling is a fellow Chimera Ant and whenever the yandere Chimera ants (I like to imagine Shaiapouf) try to court them the darling is like "DID I DO SOMETHING WRONG???" because why else would the royal guards approach a common ant like them y'know?

Since you mentioned Shaiapouf specifically I am going to focus on him specifically in this post. So, usually I always center my posts of Shaiapouf around a time after the king has already died but Shaiapouf somehow survived as the last Chimera Ant left.

In a scenario where he is obsessed with someone whilst the king is still alive the dynamic is going to shift very significantly because in that case he is still very much obsessed with Meruem but at the same time also his daling.

He'd probably be destroyed at the fact that he has feelings for a common ant like you though and he is approaching you probably more than one time with the intent to kill you only to leave in a fury when he realises that he can't do it. Shaiapouf wants a partner worthy of him and his expectations are high since Meruem is still alive in this case so the butterfly servant obviously strives for a partner which he can dare to show in front of the king as well.

So he is most likely going to take his darling metaphorically and literally under his wings to teach them about pretty much everything. How to read, write, play the piano, play the violin and so much more and until he hasn't molded you into a partner he can proudly present to the king you will not leave the room he keeps you in or otherwise you're just going to embarrass him.

[faustiantales]

𝕾𝖍𝖆𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖉 𝕬𝖗𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖛𝖊

🔮— rules

Welcome to the Shadowed Archive of Faustian Tales 🌑

Explore the dark depths of my stories, organized by fandom, and type for your convenience. Click on the titles to delve into each twisted tale.

𝖂𝖍𝖎𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖍𝖆𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖘

𝖂𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖊𝖋 𝖔𝖋 𝖆 𝖁𝖊𝖎𝖑𝖊𝖉 𝖁𝖎𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖔𝖗 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖇𝖞 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕬𝖇𝖞𝖘𝖘

haunted narratives: select your phantom lead

𝕬����𝖎𝖒𝖊・𝕸𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖆

🕯️𝕰𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊 𝕰𝖕𝖎𝖈𝖘

late night break・shuntaro chishiya・alice in borderland

synopsis: As Shuntaro was studying late in the night, a certain person came in search of his help. And that person is none other than his sweet, little sister. cw: incest, cunnilingus, fingering, vaginal penetration, squirting, creampie, pet names

chains・tenn kujo・idolish7

synopsis: She didn't know when it started. She didn't know why it happened. By the time she realized it, it was already too late — Kujo Tenn wasn't the same caring and loving older brother that she remembered him to be anymore. cw: incest, yandere/possessive tenn, obsession, imprisonment, noncon, physical violence, psychological abuse, emotional distress

betrayal・nagi rokuya・idolish7

synopsis: He knew that he was the only one in her life. He knew that he was her entire world. So, of course, when he suddenly decided to leave her one day, she'd come retrieving what was rightfully hers. cw: incest, mentally ill reader, violence, blood, gore, murder, obsession

lenience・daiki aomine・kuroko no basuke

"The dark quill is still at work—this tale is in progress."

needy・atsushi murasakibara・kuroko no basuke

synopsis: It's no surprise that Atsushi loved eating sweets. That's why when he was suddenly woken up by his grumbling stomach in the middle of the night, he decided to pay a visit to his unlimited supply of ambrosia — his little sister. cw: incest, dubcon, cunnilingus, slight somnophilia

oha asa's daily readings・shintarou midorima・kuroko no basuke

"The dark quill is still at work—this tale is in progress."

pleasure・laito sakamaki・diabolik lovers

synopsis: In the middle of playing the piano, Laito was disrupted by his little sister's sudden arrival. From her behavior alone, he knew what she wanted: to play a little game with a valuable prize. cw: incest, female-led relationship/femdom, fellatio, biting/blood-sucking, edging, masturbation, vaginal penetration, overstimulation, exhibitionism, voyeurism, pet names

first blood's hidden eve・tsukinami brothers・diabolik lovers

"The dark quill is still at work—this tale is in progress."

pleasure・subaru sakamaki・diabolik lovers

"The dark quill is still at work—this tale is in progress."

in the heart of darkness・osamu dazai・bungou stray dogs

synopsis: As the boss of Port Mafia, Osamu isn't alien to a life of crime and cruelty. He is a man bathed in the tainted world… a man who is destined to die alone, without any meaningful connections with others. Yet, the only one who was always by his side was none other than his beloved little sister — his life, his anchor, his entire world. cw: incest, beast universe, osamu is overprotective and possessive, dubcon, fingering, vaginal penetration, creampie, pet names

his little fan���ringo tsukimiya・uta no prince-sama

"The dark quill is still at work—this tale is in progress."

broken promises・edward midford・black butler

"The dark quill is still at work—this tale is in progress."

moriarty's princess・moriarty brothers・moriarty the patriot

"The dark quill is still at work—this tale is in progress."

not so innocent・itsuki shikatani・yarichin bitch club

"The dark quill is still at work—this tale is in progress."

baby maker・keiichi akechi & koshiro itome・yarichin bitch club

"The dark quill is still at work—this tale is in progress."

my princess・shaiapouf・hunter x hunter

"The dark quill is still at work—this tale is in progress."

brother's precious doll・illumi zoldyck・hunter x hunter

"The dark quill is still at work—this tale is in progress."

revival of the clan・kurapika kurta・hunter x hunter

"The dark quill is still at work—this tale is in progress."

📜𝕾𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕾𝖆𝖌𝖆

"The library of shadows is empty for now—check back for upcoming tales."

𝕲𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖘

🕯️𝕰𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊 𝕰𝖕𝖎𝖈𝖘

a help with vr・info-kun・yandere simulator

synopsis: Kenzo's little sister sought his help for a VR game. Since the game she's playing is an 'immersive' visual novel romance, with his aid, the line between reality and fantasy blurred — as well as the line between siblings. cw: incest, dubcon, headcanon info-kun name, underaged sex, fingering, vaginal penetration

brother's private tutoring・vyn richter・tears of themis

synopsis: Vyn Richter is one of the popular professors at Stellis University. Many young women would swoon over the handsome psychiatrist, falling in love with his charm and gentlemanly personality. However, those poor women will never realize that Vyn and his precious little sister often engage in their routine clandestine endeavors behind locked office doors. cw: incest, cunnilingus, vaginal penetration, creampie

a pleasant surprise・johan talede・lord of heroes

synopsis: As Johan's younger sister, she is responsible for preparing a special surprise for her older brother on his birthday. Although the blonde knight received a lot of gifts and affection from the Monarch and his fellow knights, she knew what he wanted to have deep inside. cw: incest, fellatio, vaginal penetration, slight female-led relationship/femdom, creampie

in grave danger・asher (ashley) graves・the coffin of andy and leyley

"The dark quill is still at work—this tale is in progress."

taken over・andrew graves・the coffin of andy and leyley

"The dark quill is still at work—this tale is in progress."

daddy's baby dearest・daddy dearest・friday night funkin

"The dark quill is still at work—this tale is in progress."

without me・byakuya togami・danganronpa

"The dark quill is still at work—this tale is in progress."

📜𝕾𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕾𝖆𝖌𝖆

my sweet nectar・vincent charbonneau・dead plate

"The dark quill is still at work—this tale is in progress." synopsis: Vincent Charbonneau, is a charming young chef who owns the famous bistro, La Gueule de Saturne. Yet, underneath his charismatic exterior, hides a sinister and unstable personality. And the one responsible for influencing him growing up like this was his beloved little sister. Now that she returned to him after a time-long separation, what else could happen due to her incitement? cw: incest, explicit sexual themes, graphic death, blood, gore, violence, murder, cannibalism, psychological manipulation, mentions of insanity/mental disorder

𝕸𝖔𝖛𝖎𝖊𝖘・𝕿𝖁 𝕾𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘

undo me・jax・the amazing digital circus

"The dark quill is still at work—this tale is in progress."

𝕺𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖑 𝕿𝖆𝖑𝖊𝖘

"The ink has yet to dry on my original tales—stay tuned for upcoming stories."

[hvcrver]

Heyy😭 Idk if this is dumb but idk if you do fanfics! If you do can you do Yandere shaiapouf x reader headcanons! I am a fem but the reader can ofc be gender neutral:3

I DO HELLOOO !! Yandere Shaiapouf is a very silly concept to be because just... ??? Is it just me or is he really barely toeing the line. For the other ants it seemed moreso "devotion" but just. Pouf. POUF... sighhs.

assume pre-established relationship btw this man has to go through all six stages of grief before he accepts he loves a STINKY HUYMAN... this just isn't the place to write allat

WARNINGS: Mentions of blood, "yandere" behaviors/tendencies, unhealthy mindsets, dead animals (non-graphic), Shaiapouf idolizing violence/depictions of him wanting to fucking maul people GFHDSAH

HIS LOVE LANGUAGE IS ACTS OF SERVICE!! despite all the flowery bullshit he might say later on n the relationship, you'll always know how he's really feeling by his body language and what he goes through with.

there's so little shaiapouf content that its soooo fun to just make up stuff for him. little habits and ticks and sounds he makes as he goes about his day....

have you heard abt the orange cracker butterfly? you will now (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=01hjJ4EhWtI)

that shit sounds like a TASER and they make that noise to tell other male butterflies to fuck off from their territory.

.........yes shaiapouf makes irritated taser sounds in public. yes you've almost gotten kicked out of places because workers think you're threatening patrons with a taser.

peppering his face in kisses until he calms down....... he starts warbling and chittering and his pupils dilate and he melts. three bajillion s/o points if you cusp his face in your hands and just rest your forehead against his afterward.

i think he'd give you dead animals as gifts, especially if you were too skinny for his liking. youre his monarch, his ruler, his sovereign, of course he'd find the best of the best for you! it's okay if you don't know how to skin them, he can take care of the gore himself, blood shouldn't grace your hands!

the level of dejected he looks when you turn him down is unfair in every sense of the word. you could have kicked a box of puppies and he would have looked less hurt. he probably would have white-knighted for you and said the puppies deserved it, actually

if blood DID grace your hands however,,,, god,,,,,,,,

him grabbing your arm, pressing kisses to the inside of your bloody wrist before lapping up every trace of red marring your skin......

DO NOT ASK ME ABT HOW HE'D BE DURING YOUR CYCLE!!!!! THE WORLD ISN'T READY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! /silly /nsrs

THIGHS THIGHS THIGHS THIGHHSS MMMMMFF.... i think its less about him being a thighs man and moreso that he'd enjoy just resting his head there. it doesn't matter how much shorter you are than him, he'd still contrort himself just to rest his head there as your hand cards through his hair......

okay time for the actual yandere headcanons, you didn't think he could just be cute and kissable and slutty, did you 🤨🤨🤨🤨

he REALLY likes pressing himself as close as possible to you, to watch the way you squirm in the iron shackle of his grip before he lets you go

because don't get it wrong-- he LET you go. shaiapouf finds it entrancing sometimes, the way he can feel your bones grinding together in your hand when he squeezes it too tightly, letting go the moment you yelp and pressing kisses to your knuckles until you complain at him for being the gooiest sap on the planet

micro-manages. god he micro-manages. he'll do the dishes, clean entire rooms, get rid of the old food in the fridge that he knows you're never going to eat despite saying you'd get around to it....

it feels... gross sometimes? you'll be laying in bed, sitting on the couch, at the kitchen counter, and he's just..... been working.

he looks so sad if you try and stop him though. he just wants to help, you know?

it doesn't matter if he's throwing away the clothes that you hide away your body with, stained and threadbare. they're your comfort clothes? that's okay, he'll get you better ones-- or even better, maybe you'd like to try on his own? he's sure you'd look adorable in them <33

it doesn't matter if he's slowly working out your chipped and dented dishes for fine china, delicate crystalware that clinked softly whenever he plated a meal for you. polished silver gleamed from your cutlery drawer, and you were a little scared that your knives would give you a thousand tiny cuts if you even breathed in their direction.

but thats okay, isn't it? he just wants the finer things in life for you... you do like his gifts, right? he worked so hard to get them!

you ask and you ask and you ask, and he never... quite tells you where he goes when he leaves, humming about it being 'confidential' and not to worry your pretty head about it before nuzzling against your temple .

he's not... trying to get rid of your comfort items, to warp your safe spaces. but if you come running into his arms, cuddle against his chest a little more often, well.

that's perfectly fine with him <333

just... don't worry about the speckles of blood on his clothes, the red marring his lips, pretty please? he'll lick the gore from his fangs, peel his clothes from his skin and toss them into the laundry basket before worshipping your body.

don't think about anything else. just him.

loves loves loveessss nipping at your skin...... if you're a chubbier s/o then i'm sure he'll ADORE you.

don't say anthing self-deprecating about your body around him. a gleam will enter his eyes, something dark and menacing before he's laving his tongue across your skin, leaving you squirming and breathy...........

he just really really likes how you look when your skin is littered with bruises and hickeys!!!! when his teeth sink in a little too deep, he'll whisper apologies into your skin, lapping at each droplet and pressing open-mouthed kisses until you're a giggling mess

ermmm anyways let me stop hornyposting this is the yandere part he gets SO SUPER IRRITATED WHEN YOU DO SOMETHING THAT DOESN'T MEET HIS IMAGE OF YOU!!

he SAYS he loves you but...... he can't understand you sometimes, why you'd shiver and start tearing up when he entertains the idea of viserally ripping someone to shreds whom he thought had personally wronged you a few minutes prior

in his mind you're his liege, the thing he worships and protects and lavishes n anything he can offer, he simply can't comprehend the way you start to shy away from him in fear when he entertains any of these ideas too long.

oh, he'll excuse it as instincts, his culture even. he's more than aware of how humans function, their benign society and rules that they keep in place and enforce, but oh.... he's so sorry for asking to rip off the arm of the mailman just because his fingers brushed against yours as he passed a letter to you, to sew his mouth shut with silk thread just because he complimented your appearance.

it was commonplace in his culture, you must understand-- to make moves towards what was very clearly someone else's partner simply wasn't to be tolerated.

ohh, how he wanted to pinch your cheeks and snatch you up from the way your face adorably scrunched up, right before you asked him how the grocer asking credit or debit was making a move.

guyyyysssss he's so sillyyyyyy please just stay with him and vcudlde with hijm in bed and dont think about anyone else ever

[a-coolusername]

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Hello everyone! Welcome to my page, this post is just to establish my rules and some of the things I write for so please read this before requesting because I will not do a request if it proves u didn’t read the rules

-Rules-

No smut! I'm a minor plus i'm just not comfortable writing that.

Please don’t spam or request the same request multiple times! One time is enough, just give me time or see if your request broke any rules.

i would prefer if you don't send in pregnancy asks, i just have a big pregnancy phobia

No hate, homophobia, transphobia, ableism, racism, sexism,etc.

no self-harm, suicide, eating disorders, and everything in that area, im not gonna trigger people just for a stupid request.

I do not do ocs or characterxcharacter ships, i only do x reader 

Please specify what pronouns you would like, if you don't the reader will automatically be gender neutral. 

I will do platonic and romantic relationships, fluff, angst, poly, just no smut

yandere stuff is okay but im not gonna go too dark

no describing the readers looks (ex: asking for a reader with brown hair and blue eyes)

I might do AUs? probably just soulmate AUs but im not sure.

I do take constructive criticism and if u would like to point out any errors i've made pls do, just be respectful!

No big age gap relationships, thats just kinda weird to me

-Request info/stuff i write for-

Hunterxhunter- finished

Characters-

main 4- Gon/Killua/Leorio/Kurapika

phantom troupe-Chrollo/Feitan/Machi/Phinks/Shizuku/Shalnark/Uvogin/Pakunoda/Nobunaga/Kortopi/Franklin/Bonolenov(honestly don't know much about those 3)/Hisoka/Illumi(not troupe members ik just convenient)

Greed island arc- Bisky/Razor(don't rlly remember anymore characters from this arc ngl)

Chimera ant arc- Kite/Colt/Meruem/Neferpitou/Shaiapouf/Menthuthuyoupi(hesitant bc i can't remember a thing about him)/Cheetu/Palm/Meleoron(again don't remember much)/Morel/Knuckle/shoot/knov

extras!- Ging/Silva/Kikyo(maybe)/Wing/Mito(yes.)/Pokkle/Ponzu

I probably forgot some people so if you'd like me to add anyone pls let me know and I might do so, I'll probably also update this again so just keep checking in from time to time. Requets are open but im not writing rn because ive been vv busy lately but i will post soon!

[abbacchiosbelt]

Uh how about TUXY Shaiapouf, or Feitan?

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Shaiapouf: None of these things phase Shaiapouf - they’re all so painfully human and boring to him. However, if he’s the one drawing forth the behavior, it’s a different story. It’s pathetic how easy it is to make them scream and cry, yet it entertains him when it’s his darling. The screaming he could do without - it’s loud and intrusive. The crying, though… The crying stirs something in the pit of his stomach that he can’t quite name. He enjoys the look on their face while fat tears roll down their cheeks and the warmth of their skin underneath the wetness. 

As for his darling isolating themselves, it’s not possible. No matter where they go, Shaiapouf’s presence will always be there in the form of his overwhelming aura. That being said, though, he’s actually rather amiable to his darling wanting to be alone. Most of his time is spent in the presence of the King. Naturally, he considers his duty to be above all else. It’s easy for Shaiapouf to go days at a time without stopping to visit his darling… But they should be careful what they wish for. No one is going to check on them if Shaiapouf doesn’t, and he’s not well-versed (nor does he care) about what humans need to survive.

Feitan: For Feitan, these emotions/actions are part and parcel of average human nature. He’s aware that his darling’s response to his actions is natural, and to some extent, he can ignore it. But if his darling cries and screams excessively, he’s bound to become annoyed. His patience is thin, and so is his tolerance for disobedience. Feitan has plenty of lessons he could use to teach his darling to be quiet, and he’ll deploy them when he sees fit.

On the other hand, in certain scenarios, he very much enjoys their screaming and crying. His darling’s screams of pain sound so erotic sometimes that it even surprises Feitan with how much it arouses him - depending on his mood, this will cause him to hurt his darling even more or to endear them to him. Tears are a similar thing. Whilst he won’t always hurt his darling enough for them to scream, he absolutely will make them cry. Feitan would never admit to this, but early in his ‘relationship’ with them, he came in his pants from rutting against his darling while he watched them cry - the fear in their eyes was different than what he saw in other victims, and it made him come near instantly.

[ Continued under the cut. . . ]

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Shaiapouf: For Shaiapouf, it’s the fact that he took his darling in the first place. It’s against his very nature - and yet, the King’s fascination with that girl had piqued his interest. He was still disgusted by humans, of course. They were mere mites of dust in the grand scheme of the world. It took Shaiapouf quite some time to find someone he found suitable. The taking of his darling was unique, too, as it happened in an instant. There was no period of longing, or want - Shaiapouf’s preternatural senses told him everything he needed to know to ensure they were a perfect match the moment he laid eyes on them. 

Feitan: The level of violence that Feitan enacts is outside of the norm of a ‘classic’ yandere. He’s a sadist to the core, and that will absolutely extend to his darling. Feitan will, if his darling is ‘behaving’, tend to leave the violent behavior to the bedroom. It will become more of a pleasurable experience (or at least, he’ll make his darling learn to associate it with that) rather than something used for punishment. 

His darling will also be exposed to his torture sessions and subsequent executions. Feitan genuinely enjoys having them as an audience - it’s not often he has someone around to… appreciate his handiwork. It also serves as a reminder of what Feitan will do to them if they fail to behave, or worse, try to run away.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Shaiapouf: He expects his darling to worship the King over all else, despite them being a mere human. And though Shaiapouf doesn’t vocalize it for fear of insulting the King, he expects them to worship him as well. At the same time, Shaiapouf holds a strange sort of reverence for them based on the fact they’ve been the only human ever to garner his attention for something other than hatred or annoyance. With time, Shaiapouf will come to judge all humans to his darling’s standards, and those he judges will no doubt fall short. 

As far as winning his darling over… He simply expects that they’ll worship him from the beginning. Shaiapouf doesn’t exactly make an effort to endear himself to them, because he doesn’t even realize he should be doing something like that if he wants his darling to like him.

Feitan: It takes a significant amount of time, but eventually, Feitan will find himself placing his darling on a pedestal. His behavior is much the same (his penchant for violence… his grumpiness…), but he will treat them with a sort of respect. It’s different than his camaraderie with the Troupe. For his darling to last so long, to put up with his behavior, to simply survive him… Well. They’re special, and Feitan is the only one to see that part of them.

In the same vein, he will begin to put forth more of an effort to be amicable once the above happens. He’s still not nice by any means of the word, but he’s more aware of how he treats his darling. Feitan is a man of actions rather than words, so his darling may notice that he’s picking up their favorite food more often, and stocking the kitchen with meals they’ve been particularly excited about.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Shaiapouf: He doesn’t pine - Shaiapouf takes them immediately. 

In a different world, though, where he’s a regular human… Not long. He’d be much the same as he is in canon, and his egomania would cause him to snap sooner rather than later. Shaiapouf deserves them.

Feitan: This is one of the areas that Feitan is actually patient in. He prefers to observe them for a long time, memorizing their schedule along with their preferences. While he could use Shalnark to gather even more information about them, he prefers to do ‘recon’ by himself. It’s a thrill to learn each little piece of information about them. Feitan revels in their increasing paranoia as time goes on, letting his presence start to seep into their daily lives. 

Feitan will only snap if he witnesses his darling enter into a relationship while he’s still in the information-gathering stage. In the case of that happening, he’d immediately move in to take them. His darling’s partner, of course, will be killed in a long and drawn-out way. Feitan will tell his darling that it’s their fault he had to kill their partner - they should have known he was waiting for them. They felt his presence, did they not? Then, his darling should have known that they already belonged to him.

[ging-pegger]

Ok heres a wild one : Pouf falling in love with a human

OH MY GOD I FUCKING LOVE YOU FOR THIS i think about this often, my toxic trait is thinking i would be his exception LMAO so here, ill give it my all ♡ i reccomend listening to elegy of the dynast while reading this ♡ warnings: mild gore, a bit of a stray from canon word count: 774 (a little short i know, i apologize)

inside the royal palace of east gorteau, a beautiful yet melancholic song echoed throughout, being played on a violin.

a tall and lanky figure danced throughout the room as he played, his shadow flickered on the wall as he moved, his thoughts were running a mile a minute, and he was overwhelmed by an emotion he didn't know the name of.

at the conclusion of his melody, he sat the violin against the wall, and left the bow beside it. out of frustration he pushed open the double doors and stepped out onto the balcony, the drapes now fluttered in the wind which rushed into the palace via the open doors.

he leaned against the guard rail, looking out to the empty palace yard. no matter what he did the thought of this mysterious human consumed him.

earlier, he had been making his rounds around the palace and surrounding territory when he had seen a human lingering in the nearby wooded area.

he should have notified the king, perhaps even killed this tresspasser, but he didnt. Instead, he found himself lingering above, watching their every move, becoming infatuated with them. they consumed his brain. he knew they were an enemy, but he was so taken by their beauty.

weeks later and this human still flooded shaiapouf's thoughts. everything he did he wondered when or if he would see them again, whether or not they would be fearful of him, or if they were a human whom wanted to cause harm to him and the king.

however when he least expected it, that face reappeared again.

shaiapouf had once more been playing his violin, he had been neglegent to the palace, and was caught unawares by unknown intruders in the palace, once his attention had been brought back out from his fantasies by the same human he had seen prior, he could hear what sounded to be youpi fighting with unknown entities on the stairwell.

shaiapouf froze, looking into your eyes. they looked malicious and homicidal, he recognized that look. it was in the eye of the king when he killed that child weeks ago.

you had been sent to the NGL with knov and morel by the hunter's association to eradicate the chimera ants. you were not a beast hunter, the preservation of species did not matter to you, in fact, after hearing the heinous acts made by these monsters, you could care less about them entirely.

you had been hoping to find the king, but had stumbled upon one that seemed to be a royal guard, there was no doubt this ant was not fit to be cutthroat, or at least in your eyes.

"where is your king?" you knew he wasn't likely to give up this information so easily, but it was worth a try anyhow.

"i'm afraid i can't volunteer that information to you." shaiapouf felt something inside him shatter, he knew it was too good to be true.

he had hoped that just maybe, the human he found could be as special to him as komugi was to the king. but it was nothing like that. you wanted to kill his king, and he was now faced with a dilemma.

protect his king, or try to form a relationship with this human he knew so little about?

he had made up his mind, he was not going to let you harm the king, his beloved, generous king. no harm would come to him while he wast there, it was his soul purpose.

what he would give to get to know you inside and out, know the compassion and the flaws of human nature, but it was simple. he was born to protect his king, and he would do so until his dying breath.

however unfortunately for him that would be soon, he charged at you, and everything went into autopilot from that point forward until eventually a gutwrenching sound of tearing flesh.

a blue viscous liquid sprayed everywhere , covering every surface in the room, and from afar he could see his body laying on the floor, chest flush with the cement.

he had been decapitated...

his body had been severed from his head.

that blue liquid was his blood. it was different than the blood he had seen come from humans, it didnt smell sweet to him. It made him sick, well if he could have felt sick, he would have.

in that moment he wished that within his species that death came immediately. he envied humans, yet at the same exact time , cursed them.

how could something so captivating and beautiful cause such destruction and harm to his body?

[animeyanderelover]

Shaiapouf:3

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, abduction, clinginess, delusional behavior

Tags: @jamayah @chxxz @leveyani @cynniical @shenryu-sama @maggiequinn59

Quick, little Hc's

🎻​Shaiapouf may be the most human out of Meruem's royal servants but the butterfly genes are still undeniable within him. He's weirdly obsessed with having a little garden filled with flowers at the place where he keeps you and to his credit, he takes great care of the many pretty flowers with their colourful petals. Unsurprisingly he loves spring and summer when everything is in full bloom and he spends a lot of time with you outside, flying happily over the garden and even taking you with him so that you too can admire all the flowers that he has planted and has put so much work in. It's no surprise that he hates autumn and winter when everything withers away and it gets colder, his mood gloomier as the fields of flowers vanish and leave behind only bleak emptiness. To cope with the colder months a bit he starts keeping houseplants to have at least a little bit of green and colour within the place where the both of you live together. He promises you that he only plans to keep a few pots within the house but that turns out pretty soon to be a big fat lie as soon after the entire hallway is filled with pots growing little trees and flowers robust enough to survive even the cold.

[goddess-of-green]

𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞

Shaiapouf being comforted by the reader as his insecurities eat away at him.

(I'm watching the Chimera Ant Arc right now and every time Shaiapouf cries it makes me want to hold him and wipe away his tears so here is this self-indulgent garbage.)

Warnings: GN!Reader

You were roused from your slumber by the sound of poorly muffled sobbing.

Your eyes opened slowly, and you felt the bed shaking as Shaiapouf cried.

It was fairly often that Shaiapouf cried, and normally always for the same reason, but seeing him cry still upset you greatly.

Sitting up as quickly as your tired body would allow, you put a hand on Shaiapouf's shoulder.

His face was buried in his hands, but his head shot up as soon as he felt your touch.

"Are you okay?" You asked quietly, hoping to comfort him in some way.

He only cried harder, however, seemingly more upset than before.

"I fail to even let my lover sleep in peace! Truly, how useless can I be!?" He shrieked, crying hysterically.

Your eyes softened at his turmoil, and you opened your mouth to speak, but he was faster.

"No! I am far worse than useless! I am a nuisance! Incompetent! Truly trash! I shall pay for this with my life!" Shaiapouf cried.

Your eyes widened at how fast his mental state plummeted, and you quickly put both hands on his shoulders, trying to get his undivided attention.

You shook him a little bit, before cupping his cheeks. "Hey," You called softly, "It's okay. You're not a nuisance at all, Pufu. I love you."

His face was wet with tears, and snot ran down to his chin from how much he had been crying. It was all you could do to wipe his tears as he processed your words.

His breaths were shaky as he was momentarily silent, and he sniffed as he looked into your eyes.

It was only a second though, before fresh tears fell and he buried his face into your shoulder, crying.

"Y-You are truly an angel, my darling, one sent from the heavens up above. H-How could you possibly love such a pathetic creature as me?"

Shaiapouf's tears soaked your shirt and he clutched the fabric tightly as he shook with his cries.

It hurt to see him like this, and you tried your best to console him as you ran your fingers through his hair.

"My dear, you are graceful and handsome, and one of the most powerful people I've ever met. You show me love that I have only ever dreamed of, and I would be a pitiful partner not to do the same. You are perfect, Shaiapouf. Please don't think otherwise." You said calmly, stroking his hair as he sniffled, his face in your neck.

He was still shaking and crying, but he wasn't sobbing anymore, and he didn't deny your statement, so you hoped that he was finally starting to calm down.

Shaiapouf finally stopped crying, but his breathing was still shaky from the intensity of his breakdown. He hiccuped, wrapping his arms around your waist and holding you tightly as he nuzzled into your neck.

He still felt like he was unworthy of your love, but he couldn't stop himself from seeking your comfort and letting it envelop him.

"I-I love you..."

You smiled at the quiet words as Shaiapouf kept his face in your neck.

His chest moved up and down slowly against you, his breathing finally starting to even out.

"I love you too, Pufu." You smiled, kissing his temple.

He was already asleep.

[mynameseri]

Maybe a pouf and pitou headcanons of them with a reader who loves alot of affection( its just school has been bringing me down lately)

Sorry to hear about school but hang in there and I hope things get better and easier for you soon! ❤️

Pouf:

Your love is like a drug for Pouf. He’s fueled by his passion for you and he makes it known to you. It’s a huge bonus that you desire his affection. He’s going to absolutely smother you. You will always feel appreciated and cared for by him. He’s obsessed with you and wants you to feel as amazing as you make him feel.

He craves you. He loves to kiss you, hug you, touch you, anything and everything. You love it too. Pouf loses his mind whenever you’re around, so he’s always going to be giving you affection. His praise is music to your ears; his words linger in your head all day like a song on repeat. He spoils you with his love.

Pitou:

Pitou is crazy over you. Their whole life is dedicated to their love for you. They are with you all the time, constantly protecting you. That’s their main way of showing their love for you. They would die for you. You love their dedication and affection. This makes Pitou happy because they want to show their love for you all the time however they can.

You ache for affection from Pitou; they indulge you in their love at any opportunity. They’re holding your hand all the time, unless you’re busy. But they stay by your side almost all day long.They sneak attack you with hugs and kisses whenever you least expect it. You love it, it makes you feel so special and you’re constantly just waiting for the next time it will happen.

[http0anime0scenarios]

What about some Shaiapouf relationship headcanon?

Shaiapouf relationship headcanons because y'all need some Pouf in your life (I think that's something admin Celina would say she's a Pouf stan lmao) but without any further ado here are the headcanons, enjoy!

• At the beginning of your relationship with him he might act a bit brusque towards you but that's only because he isn't used to any kind of affection, especially in a romantic manner.

• Cuddles, cheek kisses, tickling wars. This man could never say no.

• He’s super clingy and because of that, he despises it when you want to leave him, even though it’d be just for a short period.

• He likes PDA but not like hardcore. He wants to keep private and work separated and wants to avoid PDA especially in front of king Meruem.

• He would still make sure that everyone acknowledges that you are his and he is yours.

• Sometimes he has those down periods where he thinks of himself very poorly as in he doesn’t deserve you. At those times some simple actions mean everything to him. Just give him a hug and some gentle word or even a kiss and he would immediately feel a bit better

• He also enjoys cooking. I imagine him pretty decent at cooking but when he’s cooking with his s/o I think it would end without any dinner and a messy kitchen

• Pouf would probably give you cute nicknames like Honey, Sweetheart, Princess, Darling, Gorgeous, etc.

• But he would get easily flustered if you gave him any nicknames or you call him “your butterfly”.

• One word: JEALOUSY. This man is super jealous. Does another guy look at you? Well…let’s just say he can’t without his eyeballs.

• But he would hold himself back if you ask him to do so.

• At times when he doesn’t have much time for you because he has to work to do, he would leave a tiny pouf behind so you could play with him and don’t feel lonely.

• He loves playing the violin for you. And if you were able to play any instrument he would gladly play some pieces with you. It just makes him feel at peace.

• He also expresses most of his emotions through his plays. Like anger, sadness, loneliness and even when he is the mood to do the deed if you know what I mean.

• Be warned. You are the most cherished being in this word to him and in his opinion, he HAS to spoil you. Did you look at something for longer than 20 seconds? Don’t be surprised if you find it at your dinner table the next day.

• Even though he likes to spoil you he doesn’t want anything in return. He feels like he’s the man and he has to get you all the things you want.

• For him, you are the greatest gift he could get.

• He likes to end every day with a kiss on your forehead. It's his way of saying: "I love you...sweet dreams"

[lollipop-writes]

Hunter x Hunter Men and the Type of Kisses They Give.

A/N: Just the type(s) of kisses I imagine the men of Hunter x Hunter would give <3

ꜱᴍᴀʟʟ, ꜰʟᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ᴋɪꜱꜱᴇꜱ: Kite, Chrollo, Shalnark, Satotz, Zeno.

ʜᴜɴɢʀʏ, ʟᴏɴɢɪɴɢ ᴋɪꜱꜱᴇꜱ: Knuckle, Pariston, Chrollo, Phinks, Hisoka.

ᴄʜᴀꜱᴛᴇ, ꜱɪᴍᴘʟᴇ ᴋɪꜱꜱᴇꜱ: Gotoh, Hanzo, Kastro, Feitan, Shalnark, Satotz, Wing, Silva.

ᴡɪʟᴅ, ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴋɪꜱꜱᴇꜱ: Pariston, Phinks, Morel, Hisoka, Razor, Shaiapouf, Uvogin.

ᴛᴇᴀꜱɪɴɢ, ꜱɪʟʟʏ ᴋɪꜱꜱᴇꜱ: Leorio, Kite, Razor, Wing, Zeno.

ᴀᴡᴋᴡᴀʀᴅ ᴋɪꜱꜱᴇꜱ: Leorio, Knuckle, Shalnark, Illumi, Milluki.

ɪɴᴛɪᴍᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟ ᴋɪꜱꜱᴇꜱ: Gotoh, Kite, Chrollo, Hisoka, Razor, Uvogin.

ꜱʜᴏʀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴋɪꜱꜱᴇꜱ: Nobunaga, Kastro, Kite, Phinks, Feitan, Shalnark, Satotz, Wing, Illumi, Milluki, Zeno.

ɴᴏ ᴋɪꜱꜱᴇꜱ: Pariston (mainly when he’s witholding affection), Feitan (he won’t give kisses when in a bad mood), Tonpa, Milluki.

[static-fanatic-1]

Any chance of meruem smut ? I’m blaming your yandere hcs I’m simping for him hard ;-; please ?

Warning: (18+) Non-con, Oral, Rough Sex, Teratophilia.

Meruem held a book in his hands, his back propped up against the throne he stole and his arm on the armrest. The book he held had a grey cover, dark and light yet not eligible from this far away.

You sat down on the floor, still trying to figure out how to play a complicated board game Pitou was letting you win at. To say you weren't the best was an understatement. You bit your lip and thought deeply about your next move, should you place an archer on your towers or a general on the 4-4-1 square? You didn't know, either way Pitou would be able to take out your troops but would let you win anyway.

So you simply placed down the archer after a long time thinking, Pitou immediately placing down another archer in a bad spot. You could tell she knew how to play the game, and you knew she could wipe your ass on the floor if she wanted to, but she wouldn't. She didn't want you to loose even if you wanted to. So now you played to loose as well, trying to see who can loose the worst.

Neferpitou glanced up at you through her curly white hair, her scarlet eyes twinkling at the slight smirk on your lips. Her cat like lips curled upwards at your expression. "Nyow I understand." Her large clawed hand placed a tower on the board.

You have her a questioning look, turning your eyes to the board you almost choked on the outcome. She placed a single token and now she won. Yet in your head she lost, I guess she's even better at loosing than you.

"I thought I had you that time." You commented, letting the rest of your tokens fall to the board. "Yet you beat me at loosing."

It was almost funny how her smile widened. The both of you knew the game you were playing, yet she always came on top. You sighed and stretched your arms behind you. "I think I'm done for today, Pitou."

"Nya, that's fine." They knew you liked it when they talked casually with you, none of the bowing or titles for you. Still they would do some of it, Pouf more so than the others.

Her large, clawed hands began to put up the board, you would've helped but you knew she wouldn't let you. She quickly finished and walked off to put it wherever they stored the boards.

You leaned back on the pillow you sat on, hands behind your back keeping you up. A shiver ran down your spine and forced you to freeze, he must be watching you. You shifted you gaze to the monster on the throne, his full attention on you.

Meruem closed his book and placed it on the armrest with a small smirk on his face. You shivered again at the look on his face, it couldn't be good. Swallowing the growing clump of spit in your throat, you fought back the urge to get up and run. "Wh-What?"

He hummed and stood from the golden throne, his tail thrashing excitedly. That only meant one of a few things... and you didn't like either. "Come with me."

The green Chimera Ant crossed his arms and wondered past you. The suffocating feeling surrounding him started to dissipate, but you knew better than to keep him waiting.

You sat up and begrudgingly followed him through the long, marble corridors. His back was turned to you and with the windows wide open it framed his form in a warm glow. It was almost otherworldly to see this angle on him, like a gorgeous oil painting in the making.

Meruem turned to face you, his hand taking your own and pulling you into the master bedroom once used by the countries supreme ruler. Now it was used for the world's conquer. His lean frame pulled you in and lifted you in his arms bridal style. The glow on his smooth yet stern features making him all the more beautiful.

But you could only admire him so much before facing the reality of the situation, you were his prisoner and he was your captor.

The Chimera Ant wondered over to the bed and placed on it's plush, silky covers. He snaked his way above you, the dangerous smirk now turned into a sadistic smile. "I've been waiting for a moment like this. You and me tangled between the sheets and the mattress." His hand moved from beside your head to your cheek, gently caressing the flesh. "It has been a while hasn't it?" The creature purred next to your ear.

"Get off of me, Meruem." Your hands found their way past his vest and onto his chest, pushing as much as possible. He humored you a bit and made it seem as if you were strong enough, actually gaining some distance between the two of you.

There was hope, you thought, maybe you could actually push him away this time? Again you pushed his chest in hopes you could last another minute, but the flame was snuffed out as quickly as it was ignited.

His arm snaked around your waist and the other was placed harshly on your thigh. His lips buried themselves in your neck and immediately he started his onslaught. Taking small nibbles on your sensitive flesh until you involuntarily moaned. You could feel his lips against your neck curl in satisfaction.

He bit down on the spot, quickly replacing the painful action with licking and sucking the area. Your small yelp turned into suppressed moans.

A leg found its way between yours, rubbing on your lower half for some much needed attention. You began to melt within his grasp, your hips shifting to get more friction.

Meruem pulled his head back and assaulted your pink lips by biting down on your lower lip. "You're so needy, you try and push me away but you love how I touch you." You gasped at his actions, him being more forward than you remember him ever being. He took the opportunity to slide his slick muscle in, tangling his tongue with yours in a forbidden dance.

You bit his tongue as hard as you could manage, earning the king to pull back with a small hiss. "Shut up, I don't care about you." You spat back, but you both knew it was a slight lie. You love how he touched you, your body being touch deprived by being stuck in his palace for so long. But him, you hated him.

His large hand roughly grabbed you jaw while his barbed tail poked threateningly at you side. "I'm in a good mood, (y/n), don't ruin it." The spikes of his navy blue aura was enough to shape you up again. The suffocating feeling you presented on your face a beautiful sight for Meruem.

You bit back insults and threats, knowing you will only make it worse. He almost killed you once before because he was in a bad mood.

With a devilish smirk painted on his face, Meruem resumed his exploration of your body, his face burying itself within the flesh between your breasts. He hummed, the long slick muscle from his mouth licking a long strip up to your jaw line.

His four fingered hands traced upwards to your chest, grabbing the mounds and kneeding them. His forefingers and thumbs taking hold of your nipple and twisting it within his grasp.

You mewled, almost painfully, as he continued. Your back arched when he decided to pinch them a little too hard. The rutting of his leg keeping you writhing under his touch.

Meruem smirked at your face, the blood rushing to your cheeks. "I love that look...." His tone was laced in lust. The smooth voice pitched from his growing obsession.

Deciding this was enough foreplay, the Chimera Ant used his thick, needled tail to rip off the thin dress you wore. You tried to cover up your body, as if he wasn't touching you already, but he didn't want that. Instead his left hand grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head, the other hand ripping off your bra and grabbing your now bare breast.

You mewled again, this time from the skin to skin contact. It felt so nice, two warm bodies sharing their warmth. You hated the feeling.

Meruem used his tail to replace his leg, now prodding your sensitive nub through your underwear. Quickly he found that lack luster so he tore off your underwear and used his right hand to please you.

You loudly moaned, your head being thrown back from the friction. He chuckled at your actions in a sadistic way. He obviously took pleasure in seeing you writhe from his touch.

His tail thrashed excitedly behind him while one of his fingers pushed itself inside your soaked cunt. He groaned at the feeling of your walls sucking him in, the idea of you being pleased by him exciting him even more.

You could hear the chitin plates over his crotch begin to shift and snap out of place. The large muscle coated in a aphrodisiac like slime presenting itself in all its glory. His erection was large and inhumane. Ridges following his tip down to his base while small bead like indents were on the top side.

Still he kept thrusting his thick finger into you, the appendage curling and moving inside. You let out a long, drawn out moan as he curled his finger on a sensitive area. The king smirked at your noises, his body shivering as he soaking in them. "Keep making those noises... god I love them."

Your body began to shake from the stimulation. You could feel your climax creeping closer as he kept up his thrusts. Before you could taste the sweet release he pulled his finger out, lapping up the juices coated on his appendage. "I love the way you taste, (y/n)."

Your breath caught itself within your throat, he never uses your name... not unless he is serious about something. Not unless he was going to do something bad.

Meruem roughly places his hands on your hips, his body dipping lower until his face was flush with your dripping entrance. His tongue licked a long, slow stripe up to your abused nub. Once more he shivered at the taste.

The sweet nectar causing him to roll his eyes back in ecstasy, like he was already on the verge of climaxing. The licking sped up, the grip of your hips becoming a painful reminder on how powerless you were.

Tears began to form in the corners of your eyes at the thought. You would never truly escape this hell he put you through would you? No matter how hard you tried to push him a way he won't let you go, they won't let you go.

Your moans started to get sloppy, his licking and nibbling getting faster and faster. Your writhing being kept in place by his bruising grip. You shot your head back when you finally had enough, the pleasure too overwhelming for you to try and hold it back. Liquid ecstasy rushed through your body like lightning, the greedy Chimera Ant lapping at all you can give. The disgustingly satisfying slurps almost killing you to sleep.

Despite his sadistic nature he never really denied you an orgasm, always wanting you to get your fair share of lust.

Meruem gave off a lustful yet contempt hum and leaned back to meet your gaze. His breath tickled your lips as a ghost's kiss would, the romantic gesture bringing a new found feat into your soul. The King's grin stretched unnaturally across his face, his eyes small slivered filled with a dark desire.

His large hands lifted your hips up, his pelvis alleging dangerously with your own. Through beyond tired out, you glanced down at the twitching, slick muscle prodding your entrance.

You meekly places your now free hands upon his toned chest. "Me-Meruem, don't." You pleaded.

Either he ignored you or he was becoming too primal to hear you. He sank his teeth deeply into the side of your neck, a low growl emitting from his throat. Without a warning he sheathed his entire length deep within your soaking cunt.

You gasped at both the pain shooting through your neck and your lower half. He didn't care about how you felt now, his moans twisting into feral growls as his rough pace continued without remorse.

The slime coating his member began to take effect, the pain from his thickness now turning into deep pleasure. His inhuman thrusts shot pleasure each time his rigid under-length scraped against your inner walls. The top sided beads rubbed against your clit every time he pulled out and pushed back in. His head pushing and slamming against you crevix bringing waves of painful lust through your spine.

His feverish thrusts brought stars into your vision. Each time he pushed all the way into you you swore he'd knock you into another life. The sickeningly pleasurable sound of your skin slapping against his filled the room, incoherent moans and feral growls acting as background noise to your immeasurable pleasure.

Meruem's hands slid from your hips and snaked around your waist. He hoisted you up to get a better angle, now pounding you in a seating position. Your breasts bounced at each thrust, your breathing echoing your feverish heat.

The King's pace quickened and his thrusts began to be sloppy. Your moans edged him on, closer and closer as his teeth sank into your neck once more. His tongue lapped up the quickly bruising area, blood soaking his tongue.

"Ke-Keep going!" You pleaded, his aphrodisiac covered cock pulling you into his embrace. His embrace of pleasure. "I-I'm gonna-!"

You whipped your head back and let out a loud moan, your walls clenching harshly against his still grinding member.

Meruem growled into your neck, his cock grinding almost painfully against your tightening walls. Liquid pleasure leaked down your thighs, merging with the slime like liquid from his body. The slaps became louder from the sloppy mess you two made.

With one final thrust he pushed in as hard as he could, his large member pushing past your crevix and into your womb. Thick strings of cum coated your inner walls, sticking into your womb as it filled it perfectly.

The warmth between your legs began to slowly drip past his length despite him burying himself into you fully.

Meruem heaved and put you against the bed, his heavy chest pushing you flush against his own. His grin loosened into a pleased expression, his deep purple eyes staring into your soul in almost an intimate way.

There was little room for words, you being pushed farther than you were currently conditioned to. The pleasure of being pulled into a drugged like state started to fade away as he pulled out. The last remaining wave of his cum leaking onto the bed sheets.

"You did so well, as always." Meureum commented, his hands tracing up and down your body in a massaging way. "I love you... so so much."

He pulled your limp body close to his, pulling you with him as he leaned against the pillows. You would have fought back if you weren't so tired, maybe snapped at him with a snarky remark, yet your voice was broken from crying out so much. Instead you did your best to relax under his affectionate touch, letting your mind fade into a dream like state.

"I promise to take care of you, all of us have. Sooner or later, you won't fight back."