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r0semaryt3a · 7 months ago
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Loved your dating hc's!!! They all felt really convincing and in character 💕💕 How do you think the pt (preferably chrollo, uvo, phinks and feitan if thats too many) sleep next to u?? are they cuddlers, kickers, white noise users, midnight bathroom breakers, snorers or whatever else?
Ahhh glad to hear it!! I’ve only really wrote a lot about Chrollo so I was worried the others were OOC-
I’ve only really been thinking of writing for Chrollo, Feitan, Phinks, Shalnark, Machi and Paku but given as you asked for Uvo I’ll add another onto that list! (Small spoiler warning: I love the troupe, but they’re all messy sleepers and I won���t be convinced otherwise!)
Chrollo
He definitely has a night mask, incense and all that to help him doze off. Chrollo is a chronic suffer of predormitional insomnia: his mind runs a million a minute, man is NOT used to sleeping a healthy 8hrs.
You can guarantee if Chrollo falls asleep before you (a very rare event) you’ll find him stiff as a log. He falls asleep in whatever position he’s in and will stay there until he wakes up. Honestly, it’s a wonder he isn’t ridden with all sorts of issues (get him a chiropractor one day.)
On the other 364 days a year when he falls asleep after you, well aren’t you just the perfect little teddy bear! His arms are always wrapped around you tightly.
If you happen to be a light sleeper? You’ll definitely wake up in the middle of the night to his face buried into the crook of your neck; fingers tapping away at your abdomen as his breathing settles, the smell of lavender drowning out any other senses. So definitely a cuddler. (I will die on this hill)
Sometimes he might even pepper your neck with kisses if he notices you’re awake.
If you’re a heavier sleeper? You better get used to waking up in the morning under a vice like grip, a mat of black hair brushing against your cheek and -whether he’s awake or not- you’re not getting out of it
Big spooner, you could be twice the height of him and he’d still demand it.
Not much of a snorer, maybe the few light hitches here and there but overall he’s sound asleep.
Most nights when Chrollo can’t sleep, he’ll sit up with a book in one hand and his other arm wrapped around your sleeping form. Sometimes he’ll doze off and sometimes he’ll only be brought away from his book by your stirring.
On particularly bad nights, where his insomnia truly flairs up, you’ll have to listen to a plethora of podcasts or “soothing sounds” for him to actually sleep. And yes, you’ll have to listen to them. There’s something innately intimate about having you indulge him in his interests: makes it far easier to sleep.
Feitan
You cannot tell if this man is awake or asleep 9/10.
“You sleep. I watch.” Kind of deal, he has many things to preoccupy himself with: like watching you! (In a: ‘someone takes even one step in this general direction, you’ll have a lullaby of screaming to doze off to’ kind of way)
It’s not that he can’t sleep, it’s that he doesn’t want to. Feitan sees sleep as a waste of time, it bleeds days into days and he could be spending that time well, instead of sleeping.
Everytime he wakes up he mentally kicks himself for having made such a waste of time
That’s where you come in! Hope you’re willing to have a human sized cat latched onto you every single night! Big spoon, little spoon, doesn’t matter to him: you’ll wind up with him clinging onto you for dear life regardless.
Despite this fact however, you’ll never know the plethora of times he wakes up in the middle of the night, painstakingly, detaches himself from you and paces around the room feverishly. Muttering about who knows what, head flicking to every angle at even the minutest of sounds. Feitan doesn’t like not being alert: loathes it, so this is his way to regulate the nerves that rest often brings.
Feitan is a very light sleeper, any slight movement may set him off and cause him to completely switch back on (sleep maintenance insomnia hits him hard).
He doesn’t strike me as a snorer but definitely isn’t quiet, sounds like a Guinea pig sometimes. A total teeth chatterer. Seriously, you’ll wake up and hear a light ‘Tch Tch Tch’ from wherever the hell he’s grabbing onto you tonight.
Will not ever wake up in the same position he falls asleep in (not that you’ll ever know that fact, he’s always looking over you long before you’re awake.)
Trust me: you’ll know if Feitan has a bad dream. His claws (yes claws) will be digging into you, his hold on you tightening with a particularly sharp ‘hiss’ of his teeth.
Likelihood is: his sleeping patterns will leave more marks on you than any other activities ever will. But, don’t worry! It shows he cares (I think?).
Phinks
Kicker, oh he is a real kicker.
You’ll wind up waking up off the bed more times than you will on it.
On and off cuddler, there’s very few times that you’ll fall asleep cuddling but by god is it a wild guess as to whether you’ll wake up doing so.
Phinks will fall asleep with his back towards you, teetering off the edge of the bed. And, In the matter of minutes can have one leg half way across the bed, the other swung over the edge, left hand across his face, right on his chest, mouth slack and whole body at a 45* angle.
Other times, you’ll find a knee digging into your back as he’s (very awkwardly) cuddling you from behind.
Surprising the masses (not): he snores. Has a whole box of nose strips to stop this.
Despite all of these, interesting, idiosyncrasies. The few times you fall asleep cuddling: he’s an entirely different sleeper. It’s like he takes a page out of Chrollo’s book and doesn’t move an inch (aside from rolling, he’s a total roller).
The snoring won’t stop though.
Doesn’t need anything to help him sleep, his head hits the pillow and he’s out like a light. Real heavy sleeper as well, you could roll him off the bed with an almighty thud and he’d still be sound sleep. It’s actually fairly endearing.
Will sleep for 6 hours, wake up for 1, roll around for a bit, settle down and then sleep for another 2.
Best pray you’re a heavy sleeper: that’s all the advice I can give you.
Honestly? It’s like sleeping next to a bear, vaguely adorable as much as it has you fearing for you life (and place on the bed).
Uvogin
If Phinks is like sleeping next to a bear, Uvo is a bear hug.
You’ll find your place settled neatly against his chest, as if he’s one of those comically large backpacks (like Johnny’s from Hotel Transylvania). Don’t worry about anything, truly, you’ll be snug as a bug in a hug.
Surprisingly, not a snorer (when sober at least). Often needs noises to fall asleep to though. If there’s not calamity afoot then Uvo tends to get angsty; you may have to deal with the occasional outburst.
So, you often have loud games or shows blaring in the background as he rests his chin on your head. Uvo doesn’t fall asleep easily, meaning there’s very few times that you can turn the noise off before you head to sleep yourself. You best get used to sleeping to the volume of a rock concert! (with his constant screeching he blew his own ear drums)
Invest in earbuds of some kind, it’ll help the both of you.
The LOUDEST snorer when drunk. I mean LOUDEST. Cotton buds line your bathroom cupboards for whenever he drinks, you’ll have to pick out bits of cotton on particularly bad nights.
Absolute hoarder. Whether it be you, a pillow, the duvet, he’ll have it and he isn’t letting it go. It’s honestly quite comforting, his presence isn’t exactly small, so with this hoarding comes a sense of security.
He’s surprisingly gentle as well, it doesn’t feel infantilising, more like you’re something from a heist that he doesn’t want to break.
Can fall asleep anywhere there’s noise. It’s a skill, you’ll find him contorted in a corner just so long as the TV’s humming in the background. Don’t think of moving him, you won’t.
Probably takes a good few trips to the loo during the night. Which, unfortunately for you, given your nightly position: leads to you being woken up every time he does.
Shalnark
Not a fan of cuddles, like at all. Shalnark is quite the squisher when you’re both up and about or even just lounging on the covers, but when it comes to sleeping? He’ll do it, sure, but he won’t be too thrilled most nights. There’s the odd time that he’ll be uncharacteristically for the idea, pulling you close and running off a mile a minute! He doesn’t tend to actually sleep those nights, more ramble on like you’re at some two person sleepover; the sentiment’s there nonetheless.
Despite this fact, he’s very specific with having at least something pressed up against his back -little spooner- and will get agitated if this requirement isn’t met.
Podcasts, lots of podcasts. Shalnark has about ten to twenty playlists that he’ll be sat scrolling through: trying to find the one he wants to sleep to. You’ll never be privy to these of course, he tends to keep a pair of headphones shoved in some drawer.
Oftentimes, before even attempting to sleep, he’ll be scrolling through some forum or busy doing: something. Though, for some reason you don’t remember any of his chronic scrolling…
Bathroom breaker, it’s nothing annoying but you’ll never not notice the shift in weight, as he swings his legs off the bed and heads to the bathroom. He’s always careful not to make too much noise, which winds up causing more in the process.
Has a small assortment of glasses of water that will accumulate through the week, all filled to different volumes. He swears he’ll drink them! He never does. It just ticks that little box of ‘just incase’ and he can’t sleep without it. Same with most other amenities.
Late sleeper, this man will never be up before you. That may be attributed to the fact he never falls asleep before you, but who’s to say!
Machi
The fact you don’t have single beds is both a gift to thank her for and a curse. Machi is a sleep tosser; she tosses a lot.
You tend to sleep on opposite ends of the bed. This is both in part to her overall distaste of sleeping together and the kicking. Oh boy, the kicking.
You know how the immune system can sometimes misinterpret things as threats, causing autoimmune reactions? That Machi when asleep. It’s like a subconscious instinct, a defence mechanism is you will; it’s certainly a good one! It’s just, not always needed. Especially not when you wake up at 4:34am after a particularly sharp jab at your side.
Though, some nights she’s stiff as a board! Not one movement or peep. As if death herself had stole Machi away.
She’s not a particularly picky sleeper, Machi can rest to almost anything. However, there is one thing that seems to expedite the process. Fire - whether the simple crackling singing off in the distance, or the chocking scent of smoke pervading the air. It seems to calm Machi, there’s no foreseeable reason for it. She just, likes fire.
L i g h t sleeper, you can’t count the amount of times she’s jolted awake, swearing she heard something. Windows, doors and anything else that might throw the room into disarray or stir up noise are a must close.
Sleep mutterer. It’s a rare occurrence, but Machi will sometimes have whole conversations with the air. You’re usually both asleep when these conversations take place (there was once that you overheard one to its completion. You’ll never tell her of course).
Pakunoda
Incense galore.
Seriously it’s everywhere.
Pakunoda needs some form of soft scent to lull her to sleep. This often comes in the form of floral scents, but can branch off into other soothing smells. Her particular favourites include cedar and amber.
You wouldn’t describe what you and Pakunoda do as cuddling, per se. She treats you more like a support pillow than anything else. Arms wrapped around you tightly and chin resting upon your head.
Neither of you will be able to move an inch throughout the night. Pakunoda has a very specific pre sleep schedule that she’ll run through every night (including final bathroom breaks, cleaning and small talk) and after that, it’s lights out. It doesn’t matter if you wake up and need something: she’s out cold. You might be able to escape, if you can pry yourself out. But just know: getting back in the same position will prove twice as difficult.
Not a snorer, hell, you can hardly hear her breathing most nights. If it weren’t for the subtle rise and fall of her chest against your back, you’d question if she even was.
Up long before you are, usually has one half of the bed already made (haphazardly as not to disturb you.)
I had a lot of fun doing this one; might return to it for further Troupe members at a later date, so cheers for the ask Anon! (Little irrelevant thing I just want to mention for future reference: if any PT ask includes Hisoka or Illumi please specify as such.)
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uvobreakmylegs · 2 months ago
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Ouroboros
this fic is one I wrote a long while ago as a lil sequel to @hypnoswrites's fic Vengeance Tastes Bitter and she gave permission for me to post :D
please be aware of the tags if you choose to check out either of these fics
Uvogin x female!reader
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Warnings: kidnapping, captivity, mentions of death, mentions of murder, past noncon, mentions of suicide, threats of violence, abusive relationships, attempted murder, dubcon, smut, Uvogin being a bastard
Word Count: 2.9k
The sounds of a door abruptly opening and then slamming shut were what announced his arrival. And despite being used to the sound of his return, you still tensed up when you heard him approaching as you determined how long it would take for him to find you within the house.
Unsurprisingly, it wasn't very long.
Uvogin's gaze was on you the second he entered the kitchen, looking you over as you stood by the counter. You heard him hum to himself before he said anything to you, sounding slightly dissatisfied. Perhaps he was looking over the marks he'd left on your skin and was unhappy when he saw that they were fading.
Or perhaps it was because that you had yet to acknowledge him, instead keeping yourself turned away and looking out through the window at the scenery outside. The nice weather outside was a better thing to focus your energy on, though you wouldn't be able to ignore him for too much longer. He wouldn't allow that.
“Don't you have somethin' to say to me?” Uvogin asked you.
“…. I don't know what you want me to say,” you replied.
“What, you don't know that it's common courtesy to greet someone when they've returned home? Who raised you?”
That last comment stung.
“This isn't your home. It's not mine, either. Why the hell should I bother with that?” you asked bitterly.
“Because I want you to.”
He was enjoying this. You could hear it in his voice. And you already knew he had that usual victorious smirk on his face, pleased with himself that he had managed to make you snap at him.
Even though he liked the ways you would push back, he would expect you to comply at some point, and while you hated needing to bend to his will, things were better if you did that much.
Or at the very least, they were less violent.
Your shoulder's sagged as you sighed and then said, “welcome back.”
You then glanced over your shoulder to look at him.
He was smirking. As expected. Still getting a kick out of making you submit to him.
It had been several months since that fateful, awful day where you had convinced yourself that you could kill him and take revenge for your family. The day where he had soundly beaten you without even trying, and instead of taking your life for bothering him with the weak attempt, he had amused himself by humiliating you. Starting with pissing on you after preventing you from taking your own life and ending with him raping you repeatedly over a period of several hours.
He kept you at the camp he had set up for a few weeks after in the hopes that people would come looking for you so he could torment you even more by killing your would-be rescuers in front of you. But no one ever came, much to his disappointment and your relief, though it was depressing that no one seemed to have noticed that you were gone.
After that Uvogin traveled from place to place, moving from continent to continent while living a rather nomadic lifestyle. And he dragged you along with him, as you were there to be his greatest source of entertainment.
It was an existence that you despised. And he knew you felt as such.
He seemed to revel in that fact.
Uvogin tended to keep to less populated areas when it came to his camps. He seemed to genuinely enjoy surviving in the outdoors, so it was surprising when he had broken into the house you were currently in and announced that the two of you would be staying there. You could only assume that he wanted a change of pace.
You didn't complain, as it was nice to be able to sleep in a bed again, even if you did need to share with him. And Uvogin had seemed to have gotten that for you without killing someone for it, which helped in keeping you from feeling too guilty about staying in a stranger's house.
All you hoped for was that the actual owner of the house wouldn't come back while the two of you were still there. You knew what the outcome would be if that were to happen, and you would hate yourself even more if you were forced to stand to the side while someone died for no reason.
“Was that so hard?” Uvogin asked you, the stupid smirk still on his face. He was still trying to goad you into getting upset with him.
Instead you just sighed and turned away, looking back outside. The house he had found was still more on the outskirts of society, and not far from the kitchen window sat a mountain with a hiking trail where you regularly saw people walking through.
You had enough common sense to know that you couldn't go to anyone for help. Uvogin would just kill them.
And when he began to leave you alone in the house, he had warned against attempts to take your own life, telling you that if he did come back and find you dead, he'd go out and slaughter a hundred people. Even if you managed to escape him in death, he would go out of his way to make sure that someone paid the price, and he didn't care who it was.
A hundred people was a lot and it felt far too over the top when you heard it, but you didn't question him on how dedicated he was to that plan: you could absolutely see him carrying that out. And despite how tantalizing the knife block over to your right managed to be that promised you an easy way out, you kept yourself from going that far. No matter what, you couldn't give him any excuses to kill even more people.
The only way you could see yourself escaping him was if he finally got tired of you and killed you like you'd wanted for so long now.
It was an odd thing to wish that you would be so boring that he would kill you for it.
And unfortunately it seemed to be something that was easier said than done.
“What, nothing to say to that?”
When you didn't respond, you heard him hum to himself once again. Then he approached you, his footsteps sounding against the tile of the kitchen floor, and they stopped when he stood behind you, leaving very little space between the two of you.
Even without his nen, his presence was overwhelming. In part because of just how he towered over you and effortlessly made you feel smaller than you actually were. And Uvogin was clearly using that to his full advantage at the moment as he placed both of his hands on the edge of the counter, his arms on either side of your body as he kept you stuck in that spot. Any attempt to duck under his arms would just end with him holding onto you, so you stayed put. Even though him being in such close proximity wasn't ideal, at least he was keeping his hands to himself, if just for the moment.
Uvogin hummed to himself a third time.
“You've been quieter,” he said.
“Have I?”
“Yeah,” he answered flatly, “what's that about?”
“Why does it matter?” you asked.
“Because it makes you seem like you're up to something.”
“I'm not,” you said, then you added “I guess I'm just accepting my situation.”
He snorted at that.
“Accepting it, huh? Doesn't seem that way to me.”
“Okay,” you said, shrugging.
Uvogin didn't seem to buy your indifference.
“If you were really okay with this, I don't think you would've snapped at me earlier,” he said.
That time you didn't answer.
His gaze was heavy on you, and you swore you could hear the cogs in his mind turning as he tried to figure what would be the best way to deal with you. It'd be very easy for him to just hurt you, something he'd done many times before. What was stopping him from going that far right now was a mystery to you.
“It still seems like you're up to something,” he finally said.
“I'm not,” you answered.
But you couldn't help but add something else to that.
“Why does this even matter to you? Most of the time you're only interested in fucking me.”
He sounded pleased with himself when he answered with a “yeah.”
“But I've come to like our conversations,” he added.
That makes one of us
Something like that probably would've been your response only a few months ago. When you had just a bit more fight in you and hoped that if you yelled and insulted him enough, he'd kill you.
But that sort of reaction was the thing he was looking for, and your goal was to disappoint him. Something that you were failing at in the moment, but you could still try.
He was quiet again, and this time you heard his fingers tapping against the surface of the counter.
It made things feel a bit more dangerous, for some reason.
After a few moments of that, he spoke again.
“What would their reaction be if they were still alive?” he asked.
You knew who he was talking about even without him saying it specifically: the dead members of your family, who he likely didn't even remember murdering or even why he had killed them. The whole reason this awful chapter in your life had started.
The question was a trap. You knew that much.
“If they were still alive we wouldn't be here,” you answered shortly.
“Hm. I guess.”
He leaned down closer and you felt his breath tickling your ear. Despite your attempts to keep yourself steady, you couldn't keep yourself from shuddering at the feeling.
You knew that he noticed because he chuckled at you.
“If your family knew what would happen after they died,” he asked, “if they knew that one day you'd fuck up your attempt at revenge so massively that it would end with you becoming my slave, how sad do you think they'd be?”
You didn't answer.
The knife block was still in view from the corner of your eye.
“What would they be thinking if they saw you all those times you came while my cock was buried inside of you?” he whispered, “knowing that their last surviving member was the one who was getting off with help from the guy who killed them? How disgusted would they be? If they saw just how much of a slut-”
You grabbed a knife and tried to stab him in the face.
Uvogin caught your wrist, the blade of the knife mere inches away from his eye.
And he grinned as he tightened his grip around your wrist, forcing you to open your hand and drop the knife.
He won.
Again.
He'd been goading you again and you hadn't been able to help but fall right into his trap.
It went without saying that something bad was coming your way.
“That seems a bit extreme, doesn't it?” he asked you, glancing down at the knife where it lay on the floor.
“You're a piece of shit,” you hissed.
“I think we established that a while ago, babe,” he said.
Then he let you go and pulled away from you. Your hand immediately went to the aching area around your wrist, and when you looked back up at him, he was standing at full height with his hands on his hips and an expectant look in his eye.
You knew what he wanted. You'd seen that look often enough to know what it meant.
But for some reason, you decided to play dumb.
“What?” you asked.
“What, you want me to spell it out for you?” he asked back, “on your knees.”
“No.”
It would still happen. You knew that, but you didn't want to submit completely. It went against your strategy of being as boring as possible, but after trying to take out his eye with a knife, you figured there was no point in trying to keep up with that. Not for today, at least.
Instead of slapping you around before forcing you to your knees, Uvogin hummed to himself. Then his eyes went to the window behind you, as though he caught sight of something, and he smirked to himself.
That was what made you nervous. And your nervousness turned to dread after he motioned for you to look out as well and you saw what he had spotted.
Two people along the hiking trail.
Despite the distance between you and them, you got the sense that they were a couple. Something in the way they walked together, or when one of them looked back to the other. Just two people out on a hiking date.
Two completely innocent people who didn't deserve death.
The cracking of Uvogin's knuckles had you spinning back around, and he gave you a toothy grin as he said “I guess if you don't want to…”
He then turned as though he was going to leave the kitchen.
Placing a hand on his arm, you stopped him.
Like he knew you would.
When he turned back to you with that smirk still on his face, you did as he wanted and went down to your knees. It felt uncomfortable against the tile of the kitchen, but you told yourself that it could be worse. At least you weren't out in the open with stones digging into your skin while your leg was broken.
Pulling down the hem of his shorts revealed that he was already semi-hard. You frowned as you took his length in hand and began to stroke it. It wasn't long before he was fully erect, and you moved in closer to place a kiss on the tip.
“You can do better than that.”
There was a familiar feeling of a hand at the back of your head, and then you were being pushed in closer, the tip of his cock smearing precum over your lips before you forced your mouth open so he could shove the head inside.
“That's more like it,” he said, although it seemed he was saying that more to himself.
You fell into a rhythm that you knew well by now; your tongue glided over cock while you stroked whatever didn't fit. All the while he stared down at you with a triumphant look on his face.
He'd get bored of you eventually. That was what you told yourself. A man like him would one day get tired of you, when you would no longer give him any new or interesting reactions. And getting rid of you would be as simple as crushing your head beneath his foot.
Not today. You'd messed that up royally.
But eventually….. Eventually you'd get out of this hell.
Uvogin's grip on your hair got tighter and he pushed his cock into your mouth as far as he was able when he finally came. He kept you there for a while, ignoring the way you slapped his thighs to try and tell him that you needed air.
With a content sigh he finally let you go, allowing you to fall backwards onto the tile of the kitchen while you sputtered, coughing up remnants of his release. One may have thought you would've been used to something like that by now, but it always managed to feel like too much.
You were expecting more taunts from him, more goading insults to upset you further so you felt even more helpless when he would force himself upon you once again.
Yet nothing like that ever came.
And when you looked back up at him, it seemed as though he was thinking about something.
He snapped out of it when you made eye contact, however, and he grinned at you once more.
“You wanna stay here or go to the bedroom?” he asked.
“…. Bedroom.”
No sooner had you said that, he had bent down and scooped you up, throwing you up onto his shoulder just as he had done on that first day, and he began to march you over to the bedroom.
What happened next was expected: he threw you down onto the bed, tore your clothes off and roughly fingered you for a few moments before slamming his length into you. It hurt and you hated it, but you did your best to take it.
His mouth ended up on your neck faster than you were expecting, however, sucking on your skin to place new marks over the older, fading ones.
His lips were also faster in catching yours for a kiss, and when he pulled away, he saw the look of confusion on your face.
“What, you still gonna be a bitch about that?” he asked.
“…. Do what you want,” you answered, officially giving up.
“I intend to.”
Uvogin went back to marking up your neck, and in between leaving those marks, you heard him mutter “keeping you was the best decision I ever made.”
…. That was a little worrying, but your focus went back to the way he thrust into you.
One day this would end. He'd lose interest in you and then it would be over. He was just lying to try and upset you further.
….. Right?
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onyxmango · 6 months ago
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Phantom troupe members react to you getting a tattoo for them! (But they see it while cuddling)~
Chrollo
In a comfy bed at whatever safe house, you're cuddling with him. You're covered in a soft blanket half asleep, while he's just playing with your hair. Your face in his chest, lathering in the warmth he's providing. Then you just roll over, and have your back to his chest. He welcomes the change, and continues to play with your hair. Still half asleep half awake relaxing, you love the loving touch of his and just relax your body and allow him to continue. He just plays with your hair, moving it around, massaging your scalp. Until he gets a tiny peek of something being on the back of your neck. Interested, he moves your hair out of the way to see a tattoo much like the one on his forehead, but with a C on the center. He takes a few moments to look at it, before he feels any emotion. Then waves of love, and interest overcome him. He goes to try to wake you up to ask, but he sees you're already completely asleep. He's not bothered, he'll just ask about it when you wake up.
Feitan
(Hehehe.) you and fei were sparing. You wanted cuddles and he wanted to train. So he said if you landed a hit on him, he would give you cuddles. But you both knew that hit wouldn't land. So as he ran at you, you tripped him, but he pulled you down with him. Now you're both tired, and on the floor. He wanted to get up, but you are trying to hold him down. "Stop being a brat." He said. "But Fei, I just want some cuddles!" You responded. He was halfway about to give in, when you lifted up your shirt to wipe the sweat off your forehead, and he saw a peak of a tattoo he hadn't seen before. You catch what just happened in your mind right before Fei grabs you and puts you in the bed. He gives you a look of interest and to what that was, and you return it by nodding for assurance he can look. He ripped your shirt, leaving you in a sports bra, and then looked down at you. Just a bit below your boobs was a tattoo of his umbrella, with an F. At first he's shocked. But then he's happy. He wishes it was in a different place so he could show everyone your his, but he loves that you got it for him regardless. Seeing that he loves it, you then try to get up from bed before he flips you over. You in front of him bent over. "Mm no, not done with you yet, we haven't even started."
Shalnark
You're in a house y'all found in the countryside. You just made the both of you some dinner, and you have already cleaned up and are now relaxing on your bed. Shalnark starts off being a big spoon with your back to his chest, as he just holds you. Your content and feel his body warmth just taking over you like a human furnace. That is until he decides he wants to be the small spoon. So you switch positions, and he has his face just below your boobs, as his finger is just lightly tracing your right thigh. You just lay back and relax, holding his head in your arms, as his finger goes to your left. He starts below your knee, and just slowly works his way up, giving you slight shivers until you giggle. "Hm, what is it princess?" He asks you. You say it's nothing, and just give him a smile as you both go back to what was happening before. That is until he traces his finger on your upper thigh, slightly above the fabric of your shorts, and feels something slightly above your skin. Confused, he continues to trace, and then decides he wants to see it. When he looks up at you to ask, you're trying not to smile so big, but you nod your head, giving reassurance that he can look. So he slightly pulls up your shorts to see a tattoo of his antenna, with a spider web surrounding it. He's so thrilled, that he picks you up off the bed and just starts spinning you around. Your legs find their way around his waist, and he keeps spinning as he starts to kiss you. "You got that for me?" He asks, looking up at you. "Of course I did, I love you, and wanted to show you that in a different way." You respond. He then gives you a sly smirk as he puts you down on the bed, and kisses the tattoo. And all that comes out of his mouth is, "I'll show you just how much I love this, I promise."
Uvogin
Uvogin would be hibernating from drinking a little too much at a troupe party, and you would be watching something with phinks or shalnark at the base just relaxing in a tank top and some shorts. You are just sitting there watching whatever cartoon until you hear some noise from where uvo is. "I think uvo's waking up, I'ma go check on him." You say to shal and phinks. They tell you okay, and to go. But as you stand up and turn around, they see a tattoo on your back. "Woah! Y/n what's that tattoo on your back!" Shalnark asks loudly, being surprised and the first to point it out. "Shal shut up! It's a surprise for him!" You respond. But it was too late. Uvo had woken up and was coming over already. "What's all this racket going on?" He asks not even having his eyes open, then he does and sees you standing there shook with your back turned to him. Then he looks at your back and sees a tattoo. He sprints to you to see what the tattoo was, and then he sees a lion's mane, with his initial, and goes crazy. He's running around the base screaming at the top of his lungs in joy. He ends up waking up everyone in base. "What's going on here?" Nobunaga asks. "Y/n got a tattoo for me!" Uvogin responds. He's showing you off and telling everyone, and doesn't care at all. He's over the moon you committed to him like that, and it makes him so happy. He's probably using ren unintentionally just from being so hyper and happy about it.
This writing belongs to me so please do not post it anywhere else without permission.
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spiderlilydreams · 11 months ago
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Meeting Some Phantom Troupe Men At a Party
(Part 1)
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Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, drugs, sexual themes but no full on smut, and suicide mention that goes along with one of the short fics
MINORS DO NOT INTERRACT
Feitan -
You go out onto the balcony of the large penthouse for some fresh air. Feitan has been out there the whole time by himself, just overlooking the city. You both can hear the faint music and the sounds of the city. It's dark, but you're both illuminated by neon lights from inside the party every so often. Feitan was messing around with his umbrella, just waiting for the night to be over. You walked to look over the balconies railing, but you looked a little too far off the edge. Feitan came closer to you, interested in what you might do. You both just stared at each other for a while, not really talking. Then you spoke up, trying to explain the reason why you were looking over the edge, and Feitan listened to you, interested a bit as you spoke. The rest of the night, you did most of the talking, and Feitan listened, not speaking once. Surprisingly, Feitan didn't leave or tell you to leave. He just quietly listened to you. It was just you and him, the cool breeze, bustling city, and lights around you both, sharing a moment with just the two of you. You both were thankful to be outside the party together.
Phinks -
Phinks was at the bar, sipping on some hard liquor, egging on arm wrestling, and fights going on around him. You were the bartender for the night, refilling his drink as he yelled at the guy's, the music loud and pounding. He stared at you a lot, and you stared back. Every once in a while, you served him free booze. He caught on and tried flirting with you, but you both could not hear each other. After a while of the frustration, you both met up in one of the random bedrooms, a steamy make-out session erupting. The room felt private, and cozy, dim modern lighting around you both, the faint sound of music in the background, penthouse window illuminating you both by the city lights dazzling outside. Phinks tasted of hard liquor and was a rough kisser, but somehow gentle and almost sweet in the session.
Hisoka -
Hisoka was the host of the party. He has a couple of penthouses he owns. You met him in a game of spin the bottle. He looked at you seductively as he went to spin the bottle for his turn. It landed on you. Hisoka initiated, standing up and walking towards you as you sat on the rug. He was smiling devilishly. He bent down, putting his finger under your chin and tilting your head upwards. The kiss was intense, and the other people playing the game didn't notice because they were drunk and high off their asses. You melted into the kiss, hungry tongues fighting for dominance. Hisoka picked you up and called you the "lucky princess~" of the night, carrying you into his master bedroom. After your intense time together, he drew a bath in his large jacuzzi, and you both shared a intimate moment washing each other, laughing, sipping on wine, candles lit, the crazy party just right outside the master bathroom. It was just you two in your own bubbly world. The rest of the night, if any drunk person accidently opened the door, Hisoka teased them by offering them to join the both of you.
Chrollo -
Chrollo was in the corner of the dancefloor, sipping expensive liquor, observing. He saw you dancing with your friends, rocking your hips seductively, not a care in the world. You did not notice him watching you. He gained more interest in your carefree, lighthearted seeming nature and approached you. You were a bit surprised, but then before you could say anything, he stole you away from your friends, dancing with you where your bodies were close to one another. You felt nervous but excited because he's so charming and mysterious. As you both danced a few more songs, the music shaking the dancefloor, blinding lights flashing erratically, he picked you up, wanting to give you a more intimate experience. Your friends giggled as they watched him pick you up and then carry you off like he was a prince. When you both arrived in what looked to be an office, Chrollo hoisted you up on the desk, kissing you passionately. Then, after kissing for a bit, he asked you about something he had been wanting to try. You eagerly agreed, and he lifted you up again, asking if you trust him. When you said you did, he pushed your back up against the large window of the office that elongated to the floor, still carrying you in his arms. Your legs wrapped tightly around his waist. The tall skyscraper had a beautiful view of the whole neon city behind you, the office lighting moody, as you kissed Chrollo passionately in his arms, holding onto him tightly as he did the same to you. It was just him and you against the world.
Illumi -
Illumi was observing the city from a large window in the main area of the penthouse. Lots of people were around him, but he zoned them out, just zoning in on the view. You stumbled over to him, a bit drunk and also crying, accidentally almost falling onto him. Illumi caught you almost robotically, shocked by the situation. You hugged his arm, sobbing over something in your life, and Illumi just pet you like you were a strange creature. After a while of crying onto Illumi's arm, you sat next to him, apologizing and thanking him. You both picked up conversation, which consisted mostly of you just venting about your life and Illumi listening. You drank more alcohol much to Illumi's dismay, but he secretly enjoyed the company and entertainment. After drinking far too much, you fell asleep on Illumi, a huge smile on your face. Illumi petted you as you slept like you were a cat, looking out at the bustling city through the window again, this time a faint smile tugging on his lips.
Uvo -
You attempted a drinking game with Uvo, you both yelling for more beer as you both chugged away. Uvo complimented you by yelling, "strong little lady!" He then punched you softly on your shoulder as you kept up pace with him. A crowd gathered, and you both enjoyed the attention. Uvo noticed that the crowd was beginning to seem to suffocate you, you getting lost in the sea of bodies. Uvo picked you up with one arm, putting you on his beefy shoulder, offering you another mug of beer. You smiled widely, thanking him profusely, as he smiled ear to ear. You could see over the crowd, having the time of your life as Uvo supported you perfectly on his body. Eventually, you could no longer handle the liquor, clinging onto Uvo as you tried to not hurl. Uvo patted your head, messing up your hair, saying, "I'm proud of you, little lady!" And then you passed out with a beaming smile.
Shalnark -
Shalnark and you were going against one another in Just Dance. Shalnark was surprisingly good. He looked goofy, shaking his hips. Even though he looked so goofy, he still was teasing you about if you could beat him, all cocky like. You gave him the middle finger, making him laugh. After you beat him the first round, you both made a bet that the winner gets to ask for one thing from the other. Shalnark got competitive with the high stake at hand, already knowing what he wanted to ask. He beat you best of three by going ham the last two rounds, you both sweating profusely. He then asked you for a kiss, blushing and awkwardly putting his hand behind his head. You teased him but still approached him for a kiss. You both kissed each other furiously. The game caused a lot of sexual tension between you both. You both didn't care as you brought it over to the couch, you straddling his lap in the firey kiss. Shalnark was blushing from head to toe, gripping onto your hips, moaning, and all. People stared at you both, but you both were lost in your own little world, competing for each other's tongues and moans.
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supern0va24 · 10 months ago
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Free therapy pt.2 (1/2 phantom troupe)
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mrssugarpink · 6 months ago
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PLEASE do an Uvogin fanfic, I love uvo so much and there’s so little fics written about him 😭
Minors DNI
Reader and Uvo are dating/engaged, not really relevant 
This is WAY longer than I  intended it to be so yay, a treat for my first request I suppose. 
I love how much you can play around with Uvos' character but we all agree he's a little rough, and loves big girls with fat pussies. 
Warnings: Oral F! receiving, fingering F! receiving, pussy slapping, marking, possessive behavior and a surprise
With the constant snacking, drinking and semi frequent smoking, it wasn't long before you discovered Uvo had an oral fixation. He doesn't smoke that much anymore, as per your request, but that tends to be the case, they usually just need something in their mouths. 
Biting the strings of his hoodies, his nails, and cutlery, it was cute and he never seemed to notice. You could watch this little habit of his all day and he’d be none the wiser. Even picking up what fills his fix the most. He liked toothpicks more than straws, even though he’s not allowed to use your metal straws anymore, but wooden chopsticks were his favorite. So you made sure you had them all in stock. 
And honestly you never meant to embarrass him, it was just a cute thing you noticed him doing and it didn't bother you really, despite the broken straws (he can’t help it and you know that) 
So when your relationship progressed to the current stage of intimacy you realistically should have seen this coming.
It started with a kiss to your hand, then several, as he kissed each finger tip he ended at your thumb and slipped it into his mouth. Honestly it was so quick you barely had time to register it. Only registering the warmth. It wasn't until you picked up the solidness of his tooth that you jumped, alarmed and about to pull your finger away. Then his hand, much bigger than yours (everything but his is bigger than you) wrapped around it,warm and strong, to keep it there. 
Suddenly there were no more words. Your lips moving but no sound able to escape. Brown eyes glinting up at you, looking as playful as a foxes, his mouth full of you, pausing his sucking to ask, “What? You scared?” 
Gathering the your bearings you matched his attempt as seduction “No, but you should know better than to out just anything in your mouth” 
And with that your fate was sealed. 
On your back in his spacious bed, legs spread and trembling with your panties wrapped around his wrist like a bracelet, a spoil of war, he called it. He sucked and licked at your folds like he’d never eat another meal, drink another sip or another cigarette again. 
Holding you by the hips when you jerked, forcing your legs open more so he can get closer to his prize, you can’t even remember the last time he came up to breathe. 
One hand wrapped around your breast squeezing in tandem with the timed sucks on your clit. The slurps and overall wet sounds proved just how soaked you were, how drenched he had you. 
He finally pulled back and you thought you’d earned yourself a break, only for him to spit harshly over you. It traveled down your cheeks until the unfamiliar sensation caused you to whine, while he seamlessly wiped it up and pressed it into your already sopping hole. 
“You’re not done” he demanded ass he finger fucked you “Not at all babe, you either have to squirt or cream on my finger, then you get a break” A groan of frustration escaped you which turned into a shreking moan as he slapped down on your hot pussy, making the juices fly out past his palm and some up onto your stomach. 
“Come on, you can do it” he encouraged “With how wet these panties are I think you’ll cream. Whaddya say? Show me sweetheart” he slipped in another finger after slapping you 2 more times laughing as you clenched down with each slap. 
“Tight as shit, fuck, baby. You scared I'll stop if it slips out?” You could hear the laugh bubbling up in his chest waiting for your reaction. Tears of pleasure gathered in your eyes as you looked at him pleading. As your mouth opened the spit connecting your lips that were bitten and brighter than before with all the blood flow, added to the utterly debauched look. He took the hand that he used to slap your pussy and slipped 2 fingers into your mouth, replacing it with his own mouth on your quivering heat. 
The feeling of his mouth back on you sucking your clit and stopping to lick around and loudly slurp. Along with his fingers pumping, almost fucking you up the bed if his his body weight  wasn’t keeping you in place. You’d never felt more wet in your life, crying some more at how embarrassing  this was. With a few more pumps you were coming and his slide became even more slick, if that was even possible. His mouth detached from your heat as he heard the gagged moans you let out around his fingers rise in pitch. Staring down, eyebrows furrowed in concentration and slick, shimmering mouth drawn back in a triumphant smile “Fuck yes, that’s it, let it out” At this point both his hands were fucking you, your mouth and your pussy and the hand in the latter only got rougher, fucking you through this orgasm 
“That's right, such a good girl, doing exactly like I asked. Best pussy I’ll ever have, fuck its so cute” Youre so wet you cant even feel it anymore but his filthy babbling is helping you through it. When you’ve finally calmed down, Uvo removed his fingers, they’re covered in white, nothing like you've ever seen before. He holds them over your body, fingertips pointing towards your stomach as he lets it drip off and smears it across your plush stomach. “U-V-O-G-I-N” he spells aloud. Then he spanks your ass with a laugh. “Big girls usually cream, a lot too, I knew it the moment I saw you” Some of the letters meet the dark stretch marks that reach up to the general placement of your belly button and in that moment, no matter how disgusting it was you’d never felt more at peace, owned, loved, slutty, cared for. And you’d found something you could both do to state his fixation.
As you came down you realized you were still suckling on his fingers, you’d sucked even harder when you came. He’d never remove them from your mouth. 
Guess you had one too.
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rotten-pomegranate · 2 months ago
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Day twenty seven : rough sex with yandere uvogin
Tags: @aliceattheart @my-eyelash-flew-off
Warnings: jumps right in, past Noncon, Noncon, blood, bleeding, bruises, short
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There was an imprint of his dick poking out of your stomach and new bruises were already forming in all the places he deemed his favourite
You wish he’d be gentle just once, he kidnapped you, forced you to be domestic, bring him his bears when he got home, letting him rest it on your head while you keep his dick warm in your throat
Your could feel a trickle of something to liquid to be be the wet he forced out of you in the beginning and he hadn’t cum yet
You had drowned out the pain but there’s only one thing it could be
Blood
The thought makes you sick, he used your body to chase his own pleasure the to the point he broke something in you, something that’s bound to ache when you wake up tomorrow
His hands are groping you from behind and his skin is like sandpaper, well used and roughly pinching your nipples
“Hmm fuck babe” his face comes down into your neck and he starts slobbering all over
His teeth sink in right before he pulls away to switch side and latch on again he fallows his next bite with a hard thrust that knocks the wind out of you, not that his thrusts didn’t hurt normally
Your made it easier for him to slip in and out but the friction was still to painful, there where no hints of pleasure just pure raw pain
He was getting close though, his balls are swollen and slapping against you with each thrust and his hard dick twitching inside you more often
“I love you” his face is still buried in your neck, your sure to have marks that’ll remind you of this bad experience tomorrow
You cried the first time he took you, cried and begged him to stop, said that, he was hurting you, at that time you had no idea who he was, you had no idea the things he would do, break your ribs you a single punch just for trying to run away, as if it was your fault
His hips don’t slow or stutter when he starts to cum, the warmth spreading all throughout your insides and his hands running along any squishy part of you he could reach
He lets you go any you flop onto the mattress in a sweaty mound surrounded by furs he no doubt killed himself
“I’ll get ya a a towel” how nice of him to tend to your after he wrecks your body and mind
You roll over into your back and sink u to the fur, maybe one day you’ll be dead at his hand and he’ll keep you in some way
That is if your lucky
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cherrysha · 10 months ago
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Uvo beats pussy up like a champ,, king of cervical orgasms, he doesn’t let up even when u cry, only tells you that “you can take more, don’t be a baby”
Even when you try to force your legs closed and arch away from him, there’s nowhere to go. He’s all encompassing, so close you’re breathing in his every exhalation. Only lets up when you finally go limp underneath him, the force of ur orgasm sapping away any fight you had left.
“Told ya it’d be good, didn’t I?”
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i-write-things · 11 months ago
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Pen, I know New Years already went by but, how did your favorite Troupe members spent their new year days? (hcs)
Ugh, dw, I'm even later to answering this request. But I shall answer, anyway.
(None of these will be yandere)
Chrollo-
So it all depends on who he is spending it with. If he's with the troupe, he'll likely plan like a small scale heist, then go back somewhere (probably the hideout) and throw a small party. However, with Uvogin and Phinks there, it ends up much larger than he intended. Not that he cares. He sees his troupe, his people, happy. If his darling is part of the Phantom Troupe, while everyone is distracting counting down the new year, he'll sneak in a quick, new year's kiss-one of the few, rare times he'll do PDA in front of his family.
If he's by himself or just with his darling, he'll probably just spend it inside and relax. He'd read majority of the day away, unless darling has something planned. He would cook for you, u less you wanted to cook for him. He wouldn't want to eat out somewhere, because he wants it to be a quiet moment. So expect just a simple night, talking and relaxing the night away until the countdown, where he kisses you more passionately than he would have in front of the troupe.
"If fate will allow it, lets try to spend the rest of this year together, too."
Machi-
Machi, like Chrollo, is definitely more reserved. She'd prefer to stay indoors, but go on a walk at night. She'd also like to watch the countdown as well, but don't expect a kiss from her unless you've been together for some time. You'll have to be the one to initiate that.
If she's partying with the troupe, it's one of the more rare times you can see her true feelings. No pressure to do well in a hiest, none of her family is in danger, ect. She can just enjoy the moment. First thing, she'd probably ask Chrollo if he already has any plans for the new year. "So, what are you planning to do for a great new year, boss?" *She'd ever so slightly smile.
Feitan-
By far, the least of a party person here, unless it involves kidnapping or torturing. So it's not too surprising when he enjoys himself at a troupe party. He can hang out with his murder bro (Phinks) and probably play a prank or two with Shal on said murder bro. He gets into a shots battle with either Uvo or Phinks (maybe even both) to see who doesn't pass out from so many shots....or get alcohol poisoning.
If he's by himself, he does literally nothing. He doesn't see it as too different of a day. Although, of course, he does like the 'new year, new me' thing. and by that, I mean he'll try out different methods of torture. If his darling is there with them, he might slightly bring up spending time with them, but only if they're aware of his...career.
"...Hey, You....like...come torture....with me?" *Of course, that's his broken way of inviting you to torture some poor souls with him.
Shalnark-
Finally! Someone who loves to party! If he's spending time with the troupe, you can bet he's one of the main people who keep it awesome. He'll bring most of the party games. And of course, play most of the new years pranks (on anyone but Chrollo and Machi. He doesn't want to bug Machi, knowing how cold she is, and while the boss wouldn't mind, there's no way he'd be able to catch him off gaurd.) He, Paku, Shizuku, and Machi usually set up the decorations if they're feeling extra festive. Oh, and expect a bunch of selfies and pictures from the party if you're not there.
If he isn't at a troupe party, then he's probably party hopping around. He'd bring his darling with him, too. He'd get into the most bizarre and fun parties. If there is a bouncer who won't let him in, he can just stick him with an antenna. Though, he probably won't have to, considering he was preparing for this and has already hacked into most party systems to add his name, and brings you as his plus one. Expect a very sweet kiss from this boy at the countdown. You two only go home once one of you is hammered. If it's you, he laughs and comments on how much fun you had. "Haha! Looks like someone had fun!" If it's him, he'll have his arm wrapped around you and drunkenly slur, "Y'know baby, this was a great bew year...ugh, I think I'm gonna be sick.."
Uvogin-
Alcohol. Is it much of a surprise? I think not. Shalnark brings most of the games, and Uvo brings the alcohol. I'm talking beer, wine, ale, mead, whiskey, just about anything and everyone's favorite, including their favorite brand. And when I say the life of the party, I mean the life of the party. You think Shal and Fei's pranks bring the chaos? That ain't nothin' compared to our very own Uvogin's capabilities. On top of being very chaotic, he's also very loud. Probably the main reason why, if they choose to put on music, it has to be turned up so loud....he's also probably the one who puts it on in the first place after getting so drunk.
If he's not with the troupe for New Years, he's probably raiding other people's parties, but not in the way Shalnark does. Shalnark just infiltrates those places and kills maybe 3-0 people. Uvo, on the other hand, full on raids the party. (mostly for the 'good stuff') He might even hurt someone simy to see others react, though. But if that's way too much chaos for his darling, he'll keep the violence to a minimum. But expect to get very drunk. Because he'll be handing you lots of cans, and saying "Drinks on me all night!...and these other fellas, too! Hahaha!"
Phinks-
Where would Phinks be, if not with his murder bro(Feitan)? Of course, he would love to have a party with his family and it'll be a blast. Though, other than trying to best Uvo in their annual shots game, he'll mostly be chasing Shal and Fei around for the dumb pranks they pull on him. Of course, he doesn't do this the entire time. He also really likes to socialize, too! He'll just be having a casual conversation, mostly with Feitan, The boss, Shal, Uvo, or Kortopi.
If he's not partying with his gang, he'll probably stay indoors, but still throw a full on party. He doesn't have to have 70 people at a party to have fun. Though, he does have a tradition of New Years Giving, where people give things to him...and by that, I mean he walks around every night and just takes what he wants while everyone is distracted. Of course, he won't always do this. If his darling asks him to stay inside, he will. He can still have a nice New Years with just the two of you!
"Mm, ok. I won't go stealin' or raiding anything, tonight. But, only on the condition you spend the rest of the year with me." He chuckles, delivering a very cheesey kiss after a very cheesey line.
Pakunoda-
She likes to bring in all the games. Pakunoda has always been, other than Chrollo and Shalnark, the adhesive of the group. Could they all get along just fine without them? Of course. They've known each other since forever. But those three still really help keep the peace. So it's not surprising she, along with Shal, likes to bring in all the games. Mostly the fun, team bonding ones. Though majority of them never get played, it's still fun. She also usually brings most of the food. She's actually quite the cook. Her, Machi, and Chrollo make most of the food. Sometimes, the others will order a couple of items and pick them up, back that's about it. At these parties, she loves to casually socialize and just watch her family do what they do. Create chaos, play pranks and games, argue, laugh, ect.
If there is no party with them, she actually probably just plays a couple of games with her s/o, cooks something nice, and has some nice champagne. Pretty much the stereotypical couple's night on New Years.
Shizuku-
If there's a party, it takes her a bit to arrive. She either gets lost, or forgets where she's going. She's supposed to bring some snacks or games or decorations, but she forgot them at home. So she'll probably just...get everyone some coffee? Yeah, people like coffee, why not on New Years? Oh, a member doesn't like coffee? Oh yeahhhh....Oh well, too late now. She'll try better next year. She likes to watch everyone play games, but also has a blast playing them herself. She also updates everyone how much more time is left until the new year....but forgets to check the last second. So it usually ends up being Machi, Chrollo, or Shalnark that let's everyone know its the last minute of the year.
If she's not at that party, she doesn't do anything. She honestly doesn't care too much. Unless her s/o has something planned, or asks her to do something, then she'll go. But other than that, she doesn't care much. In fact, she doesn't care too much about the countdown, and will just go to bed. She might refuse to get up, even if her s/o asks her to. The best way to get her to get up is to tell her there's fireworks outside. She likes watching those.
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rotten-pomegranates-fics · 8 months ago
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Beast
𝖀𝖛𝖔𝖌𝖎𝖓 X 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗
Yandere uvo x afab reader
Warnings: size difference, slight pet play, dub con, Noncon, power play, tell me if I missed anything👍🏻
Notes: this is just a little bit inspired by headcannons that holydayaria where it said uvogin would let reader switch punishment for sex and I am literally writing this at like 3:00am so I hope y’all like it and if you don’t box me (���'̀-'́)ง
Word count: idk cuzz my app for word counting wont work
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You couldn’t believe this, being on your knees for him, being on your knees for your kidnapper, being on your knees for a monster
It’s not the first time and it won’t be the last, you know it but you don’t think you could handle being starved, or beaten or worse things that you couldn’t imagine, so here you are on your knees for uvogin waiting for him to come back and have his way with you
You jump when he walks in, he towers over you with a height you didn’t think humans could be, you where so lost in thought that you must not have heard his rather loud foot steps,“hey princess, are you ready?”, his voice is sickly sweet like he’s a high school bully about to rip up your homework and he’s rubbing it in your face first
All you did was take a nap, but he wasn’t happy you weren’t waiting at the door when he got home, if it was up to him you would be at the door with a tail wagging like a puppy so he gave you the option of punishment, he didn’t go into detail just punishment or you could let him do whatever he wanted to you in bed and you wouldn’t put up a fight, not that it would make a difference if you did put up a fight with his size and strength
You would have choose punishment over this most days but after the last punishment of being out in his garage and not being fed or even being able to use the bathroom in anything but a bucket he left you, you just couldn’t handle anything that would last more then a day, you didn’t doubt that you would be sore after this though
He walks over to you and places a heavy hand on your head to slightly tilt you up to look at his tall form, and you do look at him, you look at him as if he was a god and you were a lamb that just got sacrificed, not to mention the fact that you could see he was already partially hard
“Open up” he holds your head a bit harder,as if to let you know not to fuck up now, you let your mouth open and your tongue roll out and paired with having you look at him through your eyelashes you were just about the cutest thing in the world
“Shit” he says under his breath. He takes his other hand and starts to takes his cock out so he can put it on your face, he wasn’t just wrong he was thick he had weight
He wiggles your head around a bit more and you take the hint to start to licking his base and balls like the good little pet that he wanted “yeah good girl” he jerks his hips against you and you feel him twitch on the side of your face
He yanked you away and gripped your hair to yank you up quickly, it was to sodden, to fast it hurt “get on the bed” he let go of your hair and you quickly scamper to get on the bed so you could lay down and wait for him
He left the room for a minute before coming back with lube, he could never go in without lube, he liked hurting you to some level but without lube he might rip you in two, he gets on top of you and cages you underneath him
You weren’t ready, but he didn’t care he shoved his finger in you, you shout out in pain like a injured animal, who knows that might as well be what he sees you as “haha so small squeezing my fingers nice and tight” you looked up at him with teary eyes and it was only turning him on more and more by the second, of course he was
He lets out a booming laugh when he struggled to force another finger in your delicate body, you weren’t made for this, you weren’t made to be forced into stuff you didn’t want and you definitely weren’t made to have stuff forced in you “I think that’s enough, you think that enough sweetheart?”
He wasn’t really asking, just another way of scaring you “n-no please I’m not ready yet, just a bit more?” You jerked into him hopping to convince him “just a little more master please?”
“Ohhhh honey, you don’t get privileges when your bad and prep is a privilege” he pulls his fingers out and gets the bottle of lube to put a large about on his hands to lather his cock with it
He rubs his fingers up and down your slit a few times to get the rest of it off before his big angry red mushroom tip is pressed against you coin sized whole that wasn’t meant for something of his side
He started forcing it in and you swear this was the most painful thing he’s ever put you through, he’s broken bones, ripped your hair out and even let Feitan have some fun with you while he went away with the troupe. the first time he made you take him at least he prepared you enough that you didn’t feel like he was ripping you in half
“God baby your gonna snap my dick off” he gives a hard thrust that shakes your whole body and you try to kick and get away
The burning on your cheek brought that to a swift stop though, he had slapped you and when you looked up his eyes were dark looming over you like you were prey about to be devoured
In some sense you were, he was bigger, stronger, faster then you in every way shape and form there was nothing you could do if he did want to devour you
“Damn baby I was gonna go slow but I don’t think I can” he starts a rough pace and your only way to seek comfort is to cling to his biceps like your life depended on it, in this moment it felt like it did
You could feel him bumping your cervix and he wasn’t even in all the way, your definitely not walking for the next couple days
“Fuck yeah I’m about to cum” his pace keeps picking up and you don’t think you can take it for much longer “rap your legs around me now!”
He always got you to do that, you could never fully rap your legs around him but it still made him feel good so he made you do it
“Oh yeah keep it all in, take it” his hot ropes of fun where painting your walls white and you could feel that knot inside of you tightening to
You never wanted this to happen but you know your body’s gonna betray you like it had done all those times before
He was riding out his high when the knot snapped and you could feel yourself twitching around him and letting out a loud moan
“Did you just-“ he looked down at you with a confused face before it turned into a mocking smile full of teeth “haha you did to, this isn’t what I had in mind but at least ya get a good orgasm outta this”
All you could do was look down in shame while he pulled out to watch his thick cum deep out of you right before he fucks it right back in
Right when you roll over to try and get away from him and sleep the sorrow away he yanks your foot down the bed taking your whole body with it
“Oh sweetheart that was good but you didn’t really think we where done did you? No no I didn’t forgive you yet”
He truly was a beast
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marvelmymarvel · 2 years ago
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Phantom Baby
Uvogin x Reader
Synopsis: The troupe hasn't seen you or Uvo for years so to say they were excited about the Yorknew mission was an understatement... But they definitely didn't expect to see a kid by your side.
A/n: this one goes out to my bestie 😙
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The Troupe members stood there in awe, mouths agape as they took in the sight before them. In the archway stood you and Uvo, but it wasn't you two that caused their confusion.
Their eyes were instead trained on the little boy between the two of you. You chanced a glance over to Uvo who was yelling out greetings like there was no tomorrow, but he wasn't paying attention to how uncomfortable your son was growing. You reached your hand down to the boy's head, soothingly playing with his hair as his father continued yelling and screaming in excitement. You tried to be comforting, but the child didn't want you right now.
He wanted his dad.
Haruka grabbed Uvo's leg, lip trembling as he tried to get his father's attention. "Daddy?" Uvo's mouth slammed shut as he was reminded that he had his son along for the ride. His head snapped down to the child, eyes softening ever so slightly at the sight of his little mini-me. "Hey bud" he cooed out gruffly as he squatted down to the little boy's eye level.
Haruka's eyes were wide as he stepped closer to Uvo, eyes moving towards the strangers staring at him, "They're scaring me daddy" he whispered out shakily. Upon seeing his son's watery eyes and trembling lip, Uvo moved to wrap an arm behind Haruka's back, urging him to come deeper into the safety of his embrace. "They won't hurt you buddy, and if they do I'll-"
"Uh uh" you cut him off, eyes sharp as you challenged Uvo to continue with that statement. The big man shut his mouth and instead opted into scooping the boy into his arms. He stood finally and your son's excited squeal sounded out into the deserted building. Chrollo looked up from his book, eyes trained on the child that was now being tossed playfully into the air. He was aware that the two of you had a child, which is why Uvo hasn't been on any missions since you found out... It seemed that parenthood was able to fill the void of fighting in Uvo's heart.
"Okay okay he's going to throw up," you said finally, taking note of the way Haruka's laughing turned hysterical. Uvo listened and caught Haruka, placing him safely on his shoulder. "Troupe, meet my kid!"
"Our kid. His name is Haruka" you interjected, as you walked toward the pair. Your hand went up to softly pat the child's back before quietly asking him if he wanted down. Haruka shook his head childishly, whining that he wanted to stay with his dad.
"How old is he?" Pakunoda spoke first, finally breaking the tension in the air. You breathed out a sigh of relief, thankful for her piping in. "He just turned three!" You exclaimed, smile widening in pride as you patted Uvo, signaling for him to put the child down. The bigger man lowered Haruka down much to the child's dislike, but he followed closely behind him. You smiled softly as Uvo sat cross-legged on the concrete before maneuvering Haruka onto his left leg. You turned back to the troupe members, smiling proudly at the little family you created in your absence. You were prepared for questions, had been practicing your answers the entire way up here, and based on the looks they were giving you...
You had a lot of explaining to do.
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yanderechaos · 2 years ago
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Going to scream about Uvo being a dad because baby fever be hitting hard rn
He'd fit a whole baby in his hand just carrying them around like they're in a crib. He'd want everyone to see the baby too because he's so proud especially of y/n. Would want multiple kids to have a whole little troupe crew. Carries the kids around constantly even when they're technically to big to be picked up.
Certified girl dad- he'd be so chill with kids putting makeup on him. Tries to play with them but the toys are to small 😔
Wait he probably wouldn't be able to braid his kids hair when they're little because of his big ass fingers 😭 . He still tries though even if the braids look more like knots. Definitely rips hair when trying to remove knots.
Is one of those dads who's "if you start a fight you better end it". 75% sure he would not care if his kid threw the first punch (within reason) In fact he'd be teaching them how to throw a nose breaking punch.
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uvobreakmylegs · 9 months ago
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Interim
Uvogin x reader
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Warnings: mentions of captivity, abusive relationships, abuse, violence, blood, kidnapping, mentions of death
Word count: 9k
2:09 AM
A familiar nightmare wrenched you out of your sleep, one that left your heart pounding and your limbs shaking as you instantly reached for the table lamp, blindly scrambling at the lamp's base before you moved your hand upward to find the light switch. You needed the light on. You needed to be able to see clearly. You needed to know that you were alone – that there wasn't a large figure standing at the end of your bed watching you, waiting for you to become aware of his presence before he snatched you up.
You needed to know that you were the only one in your little apartment.
The light came on and you looked all about the bedroom.
And……
Nothing.
There was no sign of anyone being in there with you. The few pieces of furniture and personal items you owned were in the same places they had been when you went to bed the previous night, and with the exception of your work shirt that hung off the back of a chair, nothing in the room was in any sort of disarray. Nothing torn up or destroyed, no clothes that had been roughly shoved into your aged backpack that hung off the hook on the bedroom door.
And when you looked to the foot of the bed, you didn't see anyone standing before you.
You let out a shaky sigh of relief as you fell back onto your mattress.
Like the other times, it was only a nightmare. It wasn't real, it was only your deepest fears coming out from your subconscious, bringing forward the fears that you tried your best to keep at the back of your head every day. A possibility for your future that you were desperate to avoid.
But despite how often you'd experienced that particular nightmare, that only did so much to calm your rapid heartbeat. After all, he could still find you. Even though you had run so far and done so much to cover your tracks so that following you would be a near-impossible feat, no matter what you did, the fact remained that Uvogin could find you.
With how long you had been away from him, you felt pretty secure that you hadn't slipped up anywhere when you left; if there had been any clue you left behind, any images of you on a security camera that he or one of his friends would be able to see, then he would've gotten you by now. The fact that months had gone by and you didn't see any sign of your former captor had you feeling secure that you had done well when you got away from him.
But he could still find you.
Uvogin liked to travel around when he wasn't with the troupe, usually in search of strong opponents or ways to increase his already astounding physical strength. It was always possible that he might come to the town where you now lived for training purposes. Or maybe he would come for a different reason; maybe he'd come just to see what a remote town in the middle of a frozen wasteland looked like.
Either way, he could always find you. And no matter how much you assured yourself that the chances were slim, the fact that those chances still existed would never allow you to feel completely at ease.
There could always be a morning where your nightmare became a reality.
That thought made you shudder, and you pulled the blanket back up around your shoulders as you curled beneath it, not bothering to turn off the light. You'd need to go into work in four hours, but there was no way you were getting back to sleep before then. At least savor the warmth of your soft blankets before you need to go out into the cold, you told yourself.
You also told yourself not to think about Uvogin while you did that.
But of course, that was an impossible task. The instant you told yourself not to, images of him popped into your brain and he was all you could think about.
It wasn't fair.
After all this time being away from him, the months you'd spent building back up a normal life for yourself as you tried to integrate into your new home, your mind went back to him with every other thought. You couldn't help the way you wondered about what he was doing. Where he was. If today he would casually destroy numerous innocent lives that he wouldn't bother to remember, or if he would decide that the day was going to be a peaceful one. You couldn't imagine his way of life had stopped completely, but it wasn't like every day you had spent with him was one where blood was spilled.
It was only the really bad days that were like that.
Was Uvogin even still alive? That was something else that you thought about. The stress at the thought of him finding you was constant, but if you could have some sort of confirmation that he was dead, it would mean that all of stress could taken off of your mind. Maybe you wouldn't even need to keep living here and go back to the way your life had been before Uvo decided to mess it up for you.
It seemed like a long shot that he'd be dead, though. Especially when you remembered what he was capable of. You had too many memories of the way he could crumple up metal in his bare hands, or how he could take hits that would have demolished a normal person. Hell, not even bullets could do anything to him. So what the hell could even kill a man like him?
You sighed.
It'd be nice to imagine that he'd given up on you, at the very least. That you running and hiding away for so long had caused him to lose interest in you and that he'd shifted his obsessive focus to someone else. A thought that made you feel bad for that hypothetical third party, but it would technically be good for you.
….. What an awful thought to have.
You groaned as you pushed your face into the pillow.
It wasn't fair how he consumed your mind. It wasn't fair how you had this same internal dialogue every morning. It wasn't fair that he was always somewhere at the back of your head from the moment you woke up to the time you went to sleep. It wasn't fair that even in your dreams you weren't free of him.
Why did he need to pick you?
It was useless asking that question – you'd never get an answer for it. Not one that you'd be satisfied with, anyway.
Glancing up again at the time, you found it to be 2:16 AM.
Work was in four hours and you couldn't get back to sleep.
5:35 AM
You winced the second you stepped out the door, the cold air of the outside biting at your exposed skin without mercy. Unfortunately, as much as you wanted to barricade yourself in your apartment until the weather was better, you had to get to work.
And it wasn't like things would get any warmer; the days in Mowbray were freezing all year long.
Being located in one of the coldest areas in the world tended to do that; the town was surrounded on all sides by an icy tundra, a completely barren and snow covered land where nothing was able to grow. The harsh weather conditions meant that for the majority of the year, the main way in or out of Mowbray was by airship. There weren't any roads that connected the town to the outside world, and the vehicles that were capable of getting across the rough landscape were generally reserved for true emergencies. So the only visitors that the town would get that came by land were unusually determined people – Hunters, generally – and they only came into town during the summer months. The rest of the year no one dared venture out into that wasteland for fear of dying and being forever lost, buried beneath the snow.
With conditions like that, there weren't many people living there. The town's total population was just below the three thousand mark, and with a lack of anything one could do at Mowbray, it was a rare occurrence to get many out of town visitors. They usually ranged from relatives of other residents to the aforementioned Hunters, either coming in for a social call or for a job of some kind.
For the people who lived in the town year-round, the majority of them were those who had been born here and were happy with the way their lives were. Things here were simple and quiet, and very few had any desire to leave the life that kept them separated from the rest of the world. Some people moved to the town later in life in search of that peace, finding the way that the world worked outside was too overwhelming. Sometimes those in the latter group decided a few months in that it wasn't worth it and left, but a majority of that group was happy to stay.
And then there were the people whose sole purpose in coming to the town in was order to hide. Like you did.
You weren't the only one, as there were several who lived in the units around yours that raised suspicion. Like the old man who lived across from you with the long-healed burn marks on his hands that he tried to keep hidden. Or the younger woman who lived in a different building who you occasionally saw staring at a photo from a locket around her neck whenever she stepped outside to smoke. And then there was the tenant below you looked to be around your age and was constantly on alert as they always looked around them whenever they went outside, as if they feared they were being followed.
You speculated on what their stories were, what exactly had brought them to a place like this. And you could assume that they did the same with you: watching you pass them by while they quietly wondered what in the world had made you come here of all places.
Those weren't stories that would ever be shared as it was better to keep such things quiet.
As you trudged out into the snow so you could start your shift at the grocery store, you were annoyed with yourself that your thoughts once more went to Uvogin, and you subconsciously pushed the scarf around your face just a bit higher.
At least with living here, it was considered normal to cover up half of your face when you went outside.
5:59 AM
Only the faintest hints of the sunrise were beginning to color the sky when you entered the store and began to set everything up for the new workday. Turning on the lights, checking the shelves to see if any stock was out of place and making sure everything was clean before you unlocked the front doors to officially open the place. You had a routine in place that you followed religiously as you were desperate not to disappoint your boss, an elderly woman named Helena. She owned the place, and she was nice enough to give you a job despite the large gap in your work history, nor did she question you on why you had come to the town in the first place. She had always been warm to you, treating you as though you were one of her own. So after such a sweet old woman had taken a chance on you, you were determined to show her judgment hadn't been misplaced.
Helena had never doubted you, although that sentiment didn't seem to be rubbing off on the other long-time residents of the town.
The bell above the door chimed twenty minutes after the store had opened, and you called out a greeting. There was a mumbled reply in return, and then two sets of footsteps walked further into the store. As you anticipated that whoever had entered likely wouldn't be around long, you took your place at the register so as to be ready for them.
You then overheard part of their conversation.
“What'd you think is making them so antsy?” one man's voice asked.
“Dunno. Could be weather,” a different man answered.
“The weather? Do the dogs get that nervous over that?” the first one questioned.
“Sometimes. Could be that we're in for a bad storm.”
There was a brief period of silence before the second voice continued to say “then again, it could be something else completely.”
“Like what?”
The second man sounded slightly exasperated as he answered “I dunno. We'll have to see what happens.”
The first man seemed to take the hint to stop asking as nothing more was said.
Based on the conversation, you had a good idea as to the identity for at least one of the men, and as the two rounded the corner of the aisle, you found that you were correct in assuming one of them was Marlow, an older man who kept sled dogs. The man who was accompanying him was slightly younger, and you were pretty sure his name was Hugh. Both were carrying drinks and pre-made sandwiches, and they set them down on the counter in front of you.
You began to ring the items up as you asked “find everything okay?”
“Yeah.”
The response you got from Marlow was curt, the exasperation still present in his tone. He wasn't in a good mood.
A shame. You wanted to ask about his dogs, especially with what you had overheard moments ago. But it was better not to as you knew it was likely he would snap at you if you annoyed him too much.
Maybe when he was in a better mood you could ask if his dogs were alright.
They paid quickly once you had finished scanning the items, taking the jenny you'd given them in change and leaving the store to go to their jobs in the oil fields. You and Hugh made eye contact just before they left, and you smiled as you told him to have a good rest of his day.
He looked uncomfortable as he gave a brief nod in response before vanishing out the door, the bell above the entrance ringing out loudly.
It was a little sad that a majority of the townsfolk didn't like you. Most of them merely tolerated your presence while they looked at you with suspicion, not trusting you for a moment.
Helena told you that people would open up eventually. That you just needed to be around for a while before the close-knit community would be willing to let you in. Just be patient and it'll happen someday.
9:03 AM
The front door bell ringing out followed by a “hello there!” brought you out from the back area as you greeted your boss, who seemed happy as she headed towards you.
“How busy has it been so far?” Helena asked.
“It's been pretty slow,” you answered.
She nodded as she removed her scarf, saying “sounds normal for a Thursday.”
“Yep.”
You then remembered the conversation you'd overheard this morning, and you mentioned “I heard someone saying we might be in for bad weather, though, so it could pick up.”
“Really? Who said that?”
“Marlow. I heard him saying that his dogs were nervous.”
“Well, animals do have better senses than us, so they would be the first to know if something was off,” she said.
Helena pulled her coat off as she said “if we are in for some bad weather, it wouldn't be a bad idea to make sure we're fully stocked out front, just in case.”
You nodded, saying “sure. I can get started on that.”
She laughed.
“Not now. Do it when you get back from your break. You look like you could use one,” she said.
“Oh. Okay.”
She was hanging her coat up in the back when you asked “do I look that tired?”
“It's noticeable,” she told you, “did you not get a lot of sleep last night?”
“Not really,” you answered, “I woke up a bit too early this morning and I couldn't get back to sleep.”
You noticed the way her brows furrowed when you said that and you quickly added “it's fine, though. I'll just go to bed early tonight.”
She didn't seem completely convinced, but Helena nodded slowly as she replied “as long as you're sure. But don't be afraid to ask if you need to head home early.”
“I'll be okay. But thank you.”
She let you go after that, and you sat down in a small break room while you did as she had told you, taking out a drink you had packed from your locker.
Now that you weren't keeping busy with work, your mind went back to Uvogin.
It'd be nice if you could talk to someone about it, you thought to yourself. Helena had told you that you could talk to her about anything, and you wondered if she sensed that you were hiding something from her. It'd be nice to let out everything that had happened to you, who had taken you and why you were hiding here.
But doing that felt selfish. Did you really want to destroy an old woman's peace of mind by letting her know that there was a chance a man who happened to be mass murderer who was also obsessed with you might come here one day? And would she still be nice to you once she learned everything?
It was better to keep it to yourself.
11:00 AM
A new shipment of goods arrived only a few minutes ago, and Helena had left you in charge of the front while she made sure everything was in order. Doing as your boss had told you, you made sure to put out the stock on the shelves wherever there was room. Currently you were restocking some of the shelves of soup that had already been running a bit low.
The bell above the front door rang out while you were kneeling by the shelf, and as you grabbed another can from the box next to you, you called out “welcome! Let me know if you need anything.”
There wasn't any response to your greeting, but you didn't pay much mind to it. You only made a mental note to keep an eye on the checkout counter so you wouldn't leave whoever it was waiting.
Though they didn't say anything, you heard them walk off the mat in front of the door as their footsteps sounded on the hard tiles of the floor. Those same footsteps walked over to the refrigerated section on the other side of the wall, and the hum that came from that section grew louder when one of the doors were opened.
At that point you didn't pay much attention to the other person, your mind going back to the task at hand while you continued to fill up the empty spaces on the shelves in front of you.
You needed to do some shopping of your own when your shift ended, you remembered. The contents of your pantry were starting to run low, and if the weather was going to be taking a turn for the worse, you didn't want to be stranded in your apartment without a decent supply of food.
With that thought in mind, you decided to leave one of the soup cans in the box so you could buy it for yourself later. That was at least one perk to working in a grocery store, and as minor as it was, you smiled to yourself.
The shadow of a person suddenly overtook the end of the aisle that led to the door. Still in the middle of restocking, you placed another can on the shelf as you instinctively looked over to the new presence that you sensed.
You froze.
You stayed in place, looking at the person who was now standing before you and you wondered if this was reality or another bad dream. The shudder that ran down your spine and the feel of the cold floor against your knees confirmed that this wasn't in your head – this was real.
Uvogin was here.
Standing at the end of the aisle.
Staring directly at you.
You stared back, unable to say or do anything, as for a moment, your mind stayed blank.
Then your mind began to race as you were forced to come to terms with your worst-case scenario that was playing out before you: he had found you. You were face to face with the man you had run from, the entire reason you had come to this town in the first place in the hopes that you would never see him again.
But now he was here, right in front of you.
All that time, all that effort had been for nothing. All of it was made meaningless the instant he laid eyes on you. The only thing that was guaranteed from this point out was that you were going to suffer for it, because there was little doubt that he was angry with you.
Your heart began to race and you felt like you were having trouble breathing. But you didn't look away from him.
He hadn't said anything.
What would happen now?
You had imagined him finding you at the store before this. In the times this awful scenario played out in your head, Uvogin would always grab you, toss you over his shoulder and carry you outside, regardless of if you were dressed for the weather or not. You doubted that he wanted you dead, but he wasn't against having you suffer if he felt you deserved it. Would he actually do what you'd imagined for so long? Or would he use threats to get you to drop what you were doing and make you go with him willingly?
Whatever he would do, he would act immediately. That was what you had believed.
Yet Uvogin wasn't saying anything. He was still standing there, his gaze boring holes into you while his mouth was pressed into a hard line. Meanwhile, you couldn't say anything. You were barely able to breathe at the moment, let alone try to get any words out.
A brief bit of hope made your heart skip – maybe he didn't realize it was you?
That hope was quashed within moments as you realized what a dumb thought that was. There was no chance that he didn't recognize you – Uvogin wasn't stupid. Whatever changes you had made to your appearance wouldn't have fooled him into thinking that you were another person, and definitely not after he'd spent so long staring at you. The way he was looking at you now meant that he definitely knew it was you. Trying to act like you were a simple shop worker and nothing more would probably only make him more angry.
Don't make this any worse for yourself
You said nothing, waiting for him to make the first move.
Helena and the deliveryman were still in the back, and no one had come in after Uvogin. It was only the two of you in the store at the moment; a perfect opportunity for him to grab you and take off. Maybe there would be people around outside to see the two of you, but even if they did witness your kidnapping, they wouldn't be able to do anything about it.
Though seeing someone being taken against their will would spur most to action. That thought made you shudder. You really hoped none of them were suicidal enough to try and stop Uvogin. Those were deaths that you didn't want on your conscience. It would be better to beg for their lives now. Promise that you'll do everything he says just as long as he didn't hurt any of the residents of the small town and that the only one he should punish is you. You were at fault for what happened, not them.
You licked your dry lips as you prepared to speak.
Uvogin beat you to it.
Motioning over to the register with his head, he said to you “you gonna ring me up or what?”
He held a six pack of beer in one hand that he lifted up slightly while he said that. Somehow you'd managed to miss that before.
You needed to run his sentence over in your head a few times before you understood.
“Oh…. Okay.”
You kept an eye on him as you made your way to the register, anticipating the moment when he would roughly grab you and take you away from this place.
Yet he didn't do anything other than keep an eye on you as well, and when you made it behind the counter, he dropped the six pack in front of you. You couldn't help but flinch at the loud sound it made when it landed.
You looked at him and then back to the beer. Still no move on his part to grab you.
He…. He really wanted you to ring him up?
With only a single item to scan, the price of the item plus the sales tax added up to the total he owed, which flashed on a small screen in front of him. Upon seeing that, Uvogin frowned.
“Stuff is a lot more expensive here,” he commented.
That time you managed to get out something that resembled a coherent sentence, though you couldn't bring yourself to speak loudly.
“Just about everything comes in by airship,” you mumbled, “flying supplies is automatically expensive.”
Uvogin scoffed.
“So this place is in the middle of an empty wasteland, cold as fuck and you need to pay twice as much for a thing of beer? Seems like a shitty town to me.”
“….. The quiet is nice,” you said.
“Yeah, I'm sure the fact that this place is quiet is why you came here,” he answered sarcastically.
“…. Part of it.”
“Sure.”
You could hear Helena speaking to the deliveryman in the back. As nice as she was, she had a bad habit of chatting with people for just a bit too long.
It was just as well. If she came out and saw how you were right now, she'd assume that Uvogin had done something to you and demand that he leave or threaten to call the police. Depending on his mood, Uvo would respond in one of two ways: laugh it off if he was feeling good or kill her if he was annoyed.
She couldn't save you from him. No one in this town could.
And none of them deserved to die because of you.
Uvogin hadn't taken the beer nor payed for it, and you stood behind the counter, your hands folded in front of you while you waited for what was to come next.
When nothing happened, you chose to break the silence.
“What happens now?” you asked quietly.
“That all depends on what you do,” he answered.
“…. Are you going to kill anyone?”
“That depends on what you do,” Uvogin repeated, “there is a scenario where no one gets hurt and they all live on happily, but whether or not we go that route relies completely on where you choose to go from here.”
Uvogin crossed his arms as he asked, “so, you gonna give me any problems?”
You shook your head.
“Good. Now, where do you live?”
You kept your head low as you answered “Lerch apartments. It's a set of blue buildings.”
“What unit?”
“17E. On the second floor”
Uvo held out his hand as he ordered “give me your keys.”
You complied, reaching down to get the key ring in your pocket and taking off the one that unlocked your front door. He snatched it out of your hand when you held it out for him, and it quickly vanished into the pocket of his jacket.
“Do I need to be worried about any roommates?” Uvo asked.
“No. I live alone.”
“What about nosy neighbors?”
“They shouldn't bother you. The people there tend to keep to themselves.”
Uvogin nodded, then looked to the clock on the wall behind you.
“When do you get off?” he asked.
“Uh, in about an hour and a half.”
“Hm. Alright,” said Uvogin, “finish up your shift and we'll talk more when you get back.”
“Finish up?” you asked. That seemed strange to you, that he'd let you go about business as usual and let you finish your shift at your job. Hadn't the fact that you'd run away bothered him? Didn't he want to leave with you as soon as possible?
“Yeah, it'll look less suspicious that way,” he replied, “unless you wanna get off early.”
You shook your head.
He smirked as he said “I figured. You would rather try to delay the inevitable, wouldn't you?”
“N-no, it's not that. It's Helena. She's older. She needs help,” you said.
“She looked fine to me, but whatever,” he said, shrugging as he added “use her as an excuse if that's what you want.”
It wasn't completely an excuse. She did need help with some of the heavier lifting.
“I'm not using her as an excuse. She's been good to me and I want to help her out,” you told him.
He shrugged again as he reiterated “whatever. As long as you show up in ninety minutes.”
You nodded.
An hour and a half. That was all you had left of this little life you'd made for yourself up here. After that, you would return to what your life had been with Uvogin. Following him around like a pet as he journeyed to wherever he pleased, going with his whims to find whatever interested him most. You had no say in any of it, and if you kicked up too much of a fuss, he'd respond with some sort of violence.
What would he do to you for running?
“Anything else I should know about?” he asked.
“I don't think so.”
“Alright then. I'll be heading off.”
“But before I do that,” he added, “there's something you need to do for me first.”
You immediately became nervous as you asked “what?”
He smirked as he pointed to the cans of beer that were still sitting in front of you on the counter.
“Cover this for me,” he said.
You stared at him for a moment before looking back down to the beer. And after double-checking the amount that was owed, you let out a quiet sigh as you got out your wallet, putting your money into the register and getting out the change.
All this time and he still refused to carry cash.
“Gimme the receipt,” he told you.
You didn't question why he wanted it and just did as he said, printing it out and holding it for him to take.
But when you thought he was reaching for it, he instead grabbed you by the arm to pull you forward, causing the edge of the counter to dig into your stomach while he leaned in so he could whisper in your ear.
“By this point, we both know that you're prone to doing stupid shit,” Uvogin whispered, “and while you won't get very far with this weather, it'll be annoying to hunt you down in that tundra. But if you decide to do that anyway, just know that I'll level this entire fucking town before I go and get you.”
You could sense the grin on his face as he continued with “I'll probably start with grandma back there. Maybe splatter her brains across the walls before I move on to whoever's closest.”
“Please don't do that,” you whispered.
“Then don't run off.”
With that, he let go of your arm, took the receipt that you were still holding, and grabbed the case of beer as he began to head towards the front door.
Before he left, he looked back at you one last time.
He was grinning at you, but there was a look in his eyes that betrayed how he was truly feeling.
You were wrong about what you'd been thinking earlier.
He was angry.
Uvogin was angry at the lengths you'd gone to try and escape him. And now he'd be sitting at your apartment for an hour and a half, stewing in his emotions and becoming angrier and angrier until you got back.
A full body shudder ran through you at the thought of that.
Silently, you walked away from the counter and returned to the box of soup, settling yourself down on the floor before placing the last of the cans on the shelf. The box was empty when you were done, and as you got up slowly and collected the empty cardboard off from the floor, another shudder ran through you at the thought of what he'd be like when you returned to your apartment.
You should've just gone with him.
12:33 PM
The blue building looked foreboding as you approached it, the place that you had called home for so long now feeling like anything but. The dread of what awaited you in that apartment had long since settled in, and every step you took through the snow felt even more weighted down than normal. Yet you tried to keep your pace quick. You told him ninety minutes. That was how long he would be willing to wait before he went through with his threat.
Uvogin would absolutely go through with what he'd told you. He'd likely be even more inclined to destroy the town because of the remote location. Even if someone managed to get to a phone or a radio before Uvogin got to them, it would take hours before rescuers would arrive, and by that point, survivors would be an impossibility.
It was the first time you had considered that scenario, and you felt stupid for it. You had been so desperate for a place that was away from the rest of society that you didn't think about anything else.
But it wouldn't happen. You weren't going to let it. Ninety minutes later and you were returning, just as you'd promised.
Though not without some minor incident. After Uvogin left, Helena had noticed how far your mood had dropped and she'd asked you what was wrong. Unable to tell her the truth, you lied to her and told her that everything was fine. But even with your insistence that everything was fine, she didn't seem to believe you, even if she eventually let it go.
You wished you could've said goodbye to her. A proper farewell to someone who had been so kind, as there was no chance that you would ever see her again. Or anyone here. Helena and all of your neighbors would all become memories of a different time. And you would vanish from their lives without much of a trace. Would any of them wonder about what happened to you? Helena would – she would definitely worry over you, and you already felt guilty for that, for the stress you had yet to put that sweet woman under. Whether the others would care enough to bother worrying wasn't as clear.
You shouldn't be so worried about them, the selfish part of you said. After all, they weren't the ones that needed to deal with Uvogin. You did.
And a different line of thought began to run through your head once again as you made your way up the stairs.
What was Uvo going to do to you?
…. Nothing good, that was certain.
You stopped yourself before you could go any further. It was better not to think about it. Just let it happen so you can get through this faster.
The faster he's finished punishing you, the faster the whole ordeal is over with.
Reaching the door to your unit, muscle memory kicked in for a moment as you reached for you bag with the intent of pulling out your key before you remembered that you'd given it to Uvogin. Still, you tried the knob anyway.
It turned out that he'd left it unlocked as the door opened easily.
You didn't waste any time getting inside, quickly and loudly shutting the door behind you. There. He knew you were back now, like you promised.
Maybe that was enough to put him in a better mood.
Pulling yourself away from the door, you turned and walked in, finding that snow had already been tracked onto the carpet; Uvo hadn't bothered to remove his boots before he barged in. Clearly there was no point in doing so in his mind. You wouldn't be staying here anymore, so who cared if things got messed up?
You found him sitting back against your cheap couch, one foot propped up on your coffee table with a can of beer in hand. There were already two empty cans on the floor next to him. The rest of the room was in a messy state, and when you glanced towards your bedroom, you saw your things had been strewn about. He'd been going through your stuff while he waited for you.
Uvogin smirked once he saw you.
“I'm glad you chose not to be stupid,” he said.
You gave a short nod.
Uvogin pulled the can of beer away from his lips, one of his eyebrows arching up in question as he looked at you.
“What, got nothin' to say?” he asked.
“I don't know what you want me to say,” you answered.
“No? How about 'sorry I put you through all of this bullshit'? That might be a good place to start.”
“… Will me saying that I'm sorry change anything?”
“Nah.”
He pulled his foot off of the table so he could sit up fully, telling you “but after the way I needed to track you down, the least you can do is grovel for me.”
You looked down at your feet, finding it hard to maintain the eye contact he was giving you, and you mumbled out an “I'm sorry.”
“Hmm. Not sure that's good enough.”
A full body flinch ran through you when you heard him stand up, and every part of you wanted to run back to the door of your unit, to try and get away from him. Your hands started to sweat as he approached you and you were scared. You were so scared of what was going to happen from this point.
You made yourself stay in place by repeating in your head that running would only make things worse.
He was on you in moments, and you were reunited with that sensation of how small and weak you felt whenever he towered over you. How easily he could break you if he wanted. How easily he had broken you, snapping your bones whenever you had gone too far for him to laugh off whatever line you had crossed, and that was usually followed by him telling you that it wasn't that bad. You falling asleep while you cried in his arms was an occurrence that was far too common, and only ever served to make you feel even more pathetic. That even after he'd been the one to hurt you, you accepted the comfort he so patronizingly offered you, and the reason why he did so seemed to simply be because it amused him.
Before you met Uvogin, you hadn't thought of yourself as being weak, and during your time away from him, you felt as though you were gaining back some of the independence and confidence you had lost. All it took for those illusions to come crumbling to pieces was a few minutes in his presence once again.
Something violent would follow, you told yourself. Maybe he'd hit you, or maybe the way you were avoiding eye contact would annoy him enough that he'd yank you up by the hair and make you look at him.
Yet the violence you expected didn't come. Instead, he placed his hand on your cheek, his warm skin coming into contact with yours that was still chilled from the bitter cold outside. You stiffened.
What was he doing?
“You wanna try again?” he asked.
Uvogin's tone contrasted the almost gentle touch on your cheek. It held more than a hint of warning – there was a promise that things would be awful for you if you didn't do what he wanted.
You cleared your throat before you spoke again.
“I'm sorry, Uvogin,” you said.
“Yeah? What for?”
“For making you come out here to get me.”
“And?”
“For…. For running from you in the first place.”
“Anything else?”
…. What else was there to say?
“I'm just sorry in general,” you mumbled.
He hummed again, the hand that had been softly caressing your cheek stilling once he heard that.
“Sorry in general,” he repeated, “that's it?”
It was probably the wrong move, but you nodded.
Uvogin hummed again before he made you look back up at him. Surprisingly, he didn't seem too angry. If anything, the look on his face resembled that of disappointment.
“You make loving you really hard sometimes, you know that?”
“Loving me?” you repeated.
“Yeah, loving you,” Uvo said, raising an eyebrow as he asked “why are you questioning that?”
“…. It doesn't feel like you love me,” you answered.
“Why else would I come out here and chase you down?” Uvogin asked.
“Because you're controlling and you don't want to see me get away from you.”
He hummed, shrugging as he said “well, you're right on the second part.”
Somehow, despite the terror you felt of being in his presence once again, you managed to scoff at that. A horribly dumb mistake, as Uvogin's hand on your cheek stilled and he zeroed in on you.
“Got something to say?” he asked.
“….. No.”
“Oh, come on. Tell me the truth,” Uvo said. When you refused to respond, he tsked.
“This is why we have issues, babe. Because you refuse to open up like you should.”
“…. You say that like the issue isn't the fact that you hurt me,” you answered.
“If I treat you rough it's because you're the one who chooses to act out,” he replied, “I've been plenty good to you; the only reason the bad outweighs the good is because you keep fighting me.”
“And you sure haven't helped yourself with this stunt,” Uvo added, “but if being the bad guy means keeping you by my side where you're supposed to be, I'll be the fucking bad guy.”
The air around you suddenly felt a lot more dangerous. Your lip began to wobble while you trembled in his hold. Tears began to well up in your eyes, which Uvogin noticed immediately.
“Starting the waterworks already?” he asked, his tone mocking while he smirked at you.
That was it. The sight of him looking down at you like that was what finally made your composure snap, and useless words began to spill out of your mouth as you clutched at his jacket.
“Uvogin, please – let me go,” you began, “I can't go back to that life you live. Watching you do horrible things to innocent people – I can't do that anymore. I can't stand it. Please just let me stay here. I won't ever leave this place and I won't bother you ever again. I won't say anything to anyone about you or the troupe. Just leave me here.”
Uvogin said nothing, but judging by his expression, he wasn't at all impressed by your speech.
You pushed further.
“Uvo, please. This is what would be the best for both of us. If you really cared about me-”
The next thing you knew, you were on the floor. The side of your head that laid directly on the hard surface was aching, and there was a stinging pain in your opposite cheek as well as on your lip. You reached up to gingerly touch your face with your gloved hand, wincing as the pain worsened when you did so. Running a finger lightly over your lip, when you pulled your hand back, you saw a smearing of blood on the fabric.
It finally registered what exactly had caused that pain, the feeling of a palm against your face that struck you so hard your brain rattled about inside your head.
He hit you.
You finally got him mad enough that he hit you.
You should've expected it – no, you had expected it, and yet it still managed to come as a surprise.
Uvogin's boot roughly connected with your shoulder, and you cried out as you were forced onto your back. The only good thing was that he didn't pin you down like that, pulling his foot away from you after.
He was speaking.
“The cold air must've gotten to your brain, babe. You really think I would just leave you after I found you?” he asked, “that after everything, I'm just gonna say 'sure' and leave you behind in this wasteland? You really fucking think that there's some scenario where you're not coming out of this place with me?”
You felt the blood coming from the gash in your lip, dripping into your gaping mouth and bringing with it the taste of iron. Tears began to flow freely as you brought your hand back up to your mouth in a feeble attempt to stop the bleeding.
Uvogin knelt down next to you, saying “I didn't hit you that hard; you'll be fine.”
That statement was horribly familiar. The way he shrugged off your injuries and making it clear that he felt you were overreacting. A single hit from him could kill the average person, but you mattered enough that he would control his strength because he didn't want you dead.
Uvogin scratched at the back of his head as he added “I have to ask, though: what the fuck you were expecting when you say shit like that?”
You didn't reply. Anything you said was likely to make him hurt you more.
After a few painfully silent moments where Uvogin watched you while you began to sob, he got up without saying another word, leaving you where you lay on the floor. You followed him with your eyes, watching until he disappeared into the kitchen, and a few moments after that, you heard the sounds of him opening and closing your cabinets and drawers before he found what he was looking for.
Uvogin returned, settling down next to you and pulling you off of the floor. You protested, feeling the ache in your head becoming worse from how he moved you. He ended up pulling you into his lap, holding a dish towel up against your busted lip.
“Use this before you bleed all over the place,” he told you, encouraging you to take the towel.
When you did as he said and you clutched the fabric up to your face, Uvo kept one hand on your back, rubbing up and down in a manner that was soothing.
Already you were back in that routine. Where he'd hurt you and then follow it up by making a show of kindness, as minimal as it was. And already you were accepting it by leaning into his touch.
Because what else were you going to do?
Uvo's voice cut through your thoughts as he said “we're gonna leave soon. I've got your bag packed, but if there's anything I didn't put in that you wanna keep, now's the time to take care of that.”
You didn't respond. And when you curled in on yourself in his lap while you tried to stifle his sobs, Uvogin didn't say anything further.
1:09 PM
You wished you could've watched as you left the town, as today was the last time you would ever see it.
Technically, you could've done that. But the coward in you feared what Uvo might do to you if he saw that. While you knew that the hit at the apartment was only the beginning and wouldn't compare to whatever punishment was awaiting you once you left the area, it was better not to test his patience and make him angrier with you.
You'd made him plenty angry by now.
At least your lip had stopped bleeding, and instead of clutching the dish towel to your face, you held on tight to the backpack Uvogin had packed for you while you sat in the passenger seat of the heavy duty off-road vehicle he had brought you to once you left the apartment. You didn't recognize it, and it seemed to be doing well enough on the area around Mowbray. He'd stolen it, no doubt, getting the vehicle so he could avoid anyone who would see you two if you left by airship.
Doing it this way was faster, too. Uvo likely had a schedule in his head that he wanted to keep to.
If you making him wait ninety minutes had caused a delay in that schedule, you'd probably end up paying for that, too.
There hadn't been any further violent incidents because you didn't give him any reason to respond in that way. Once he decided that it was time to go he pulled you off of his lap and told you to collect your things, you did as he said, quietly following behind him once he left the apartment.
Uvogin didn't seem quite as angry anymore. And as he drove you further and further away from the small town, he started talking again.
“Anybody there gonna kick up a fuss when they find out you're gone?” he asked.
“… I don't think so,” you said, “my boss will probably be worried, but I don't think she'll be able to do much.”
“You talking about that old woman?”
You nodded.
A terrible thought then occurred to you, and you felt compelled to say “I didn't tell her anything about you. She doesn't know anything beyond that I moved there for a change of pace. She's not a threat.”
Uvogin laughed.
“Relax. If I was worried about that, I would've gotten rid of her before we headed off. And even if you did tell her everything, what the hell is she gonna do about it?” he asked.
Hearing that was bittersweet. It did nothing to make your situation any better, but at least Helena wouldn't suffer because of you.
At least there was that to be grateful for.
Outside the vehicle, it was clear; not even the wind was making any effort to batter at the car. You idly thought how it definitely wasn't bad weather that had been bothering Marlow's dogs.
Another thought: it would've been nice to see them again.
“You gonna miss this place?” Uvogin asked.
“I don't know.”
He laughed a little.
“What, you went out of your way to come here and you didn't even like it?” he asked.
“I was trying to hide,” you began, “and it was away from the rest of society and seemed like a good place to lay low.”
You sighed as you said “but I was never able to escape you, even before you found me.”
You heard the confusion in his voice when he asked “what does that mean?”
Before you could wonder on if you should answer that question, you spoke.
“I thought about you a lot,” you admitted, “every day from when I woke up until I fell asleep, I was wondering how you were doing. You were constantly on my mind and I couldn't help it.”
There was silence after you said that. A silence that lasted longer than you would've expected. And now you were left to wonder if saying that had been a mistake and if you were going to pay for that as well.
It felt like it was impossible for you to stop from screwing up.
Then you heard him chuckle to himself.
….. Why was he laughing?
“I'm really happy to hear that,” Uvogin said.
“…. You're happy?”
“Yeah.”
He then reached over with his hand and tapped against your head as he added “because if you're worrying about me while you're away from me, that means there's some part of you in there that knows you're supposed to be with me. If you really hated me, why would you bother expending that mental energy, right?”
His hand settled on your shoulder, and when you didn't respond he began to squeeze as he asked again “right?”
“… Yeah,” you whispered.
Uvo's grip lessened and he patted you on the shoulder, saying “you should listen to that part of you more often. Then we can avoid shit like this.”
“Okay.”
He patted you again at your soft spoken response before he pulled away, and when you glanced up at him, you noted that he looked pleased with himself.
Today had been a good day for Uvogin. Even though he'd needed to go to extreme lengths to find you, he ultimately did just that and was now on his way back with his reclaimed prize. For him, things were going to go back to the way they were supposed to.
For you, it had been less than eleven hours since the simple life you made for yourself was destroyed with no chance of you ever reclaiming it. The chance that you would be able to escape Uvogin again was next to nothing as he would be sure not to slip up again when it came to you. Your busted lip still hurt, but it would heal up. As would the other wounds that would come as a consequence for your escape.
He would be there for you while you healed, offering those soft touches and kisses while he wiped away your tears. And you would accept them, all the while knowing that every minute you spent in his hold, internally you were breaking more and more.
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onyxmango · 5 months ago
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Uvogin Headcannons!
Content warning NSFW (suggestive) content here!
Uvogin is a big man. Therefore I feel there's no way he doesn't have a size kink. Like he's huge and strong as hell. In my head he's grabbing onto any amount of plush skin there is. Like he massages the plushness of your thighs effortlessly with his hands.
Say chrollo has accepted you into the troupe or you're just fighting randos with uvo. You get too into it he's throwing you over his shoulder, making your ass point to the sky while your telling him to put you down so you can kick some more ass.
I feel like uvo listens to Hollywood undead. (Not a bad thing)
With uvogin and nobunaga being a constant duo I can see you making jokes about how they're together more than you and uvogin are. Though nobunaga would say it's 50/50, while uvogin would just laugh.
I feel like when drunk uvogin would blare scene girlz by brokencyde and sing it to you as if you're a scene girl who needs to shake her butt. (Bonus points if you are scene)
Definitely likes to manhandle you, but has it figured out about how much strength he should actually use. In bed, and just in picking you up or anything that requires him to touch you.
This man absolutely makes it to where you are not getting out of his grasp while he's asleep. You're in a cuddle prison until he wakes up. His big arms are enclosed around you, keeping you in place the whole time.
When your feeling feisty and you want uvogin to throw you onto the bed to get your spicy time started, he may slip up with handling his strength but he's so excited because he likes a nice meal before diving into you. That man is eating you out until he thinks his mouth is sweet enough from the taste of you. After that he's throwing those legs of yours over his broad shoulders, and making you see stars.
After you're done with spicy time, this man gives some good aftercare. I can see him running you a bath letting you get cleaned up before him, and when you're finally both clean he's ordering pizza, and you're watching a scary movie in his lap, relaxing.
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the-fandom-writer1 · 2 years ago
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Uvogin X Reader
Sweet as candy
Valentine’s Day special
Warings?-
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She didn’t care that this tall man would come into her flower shop everyday and get on single thing she thought it was just something for a room? She couldn’t define it. Of course the young woman was single and she of course was just a worker in the first place. “Wonderful day don’t ya think?” The tall 8ft man had spoke out loud his voice was gruffer than any other man she met and of course she didn’t want to cause anything with this man he held a lot of flowers in his hand with a letter. “It is a wonderful day I suppose” she replied not wanting to be rude he handed her the letter and smiled it’s like he was waiting for this day to happen but why? He just held that smirk for awhile. “So how’s your Valentine’s Day going” he sounded almost very cheerful as he asked her. “Alright I guess” he stared at her happily and gave her the letter intending for me to have it so she took it and read it. “Dear y/n I have loved you through out the times you and I talked will you please be my girlfriend?” She had a face of surprise and not expecting anything and of course she accepted.
A/n I got lazy 😭
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rotten-pomegranate · 2 months ago
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Day ten : Size difference with yandere uvogin
Tags: @aliceattheart @my-eyelash-flew-off
Warnings: Noncon, bleeding
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All you wanted was some affection, to be held even if it was by the man that took you away, made you stay by his side
That really is all you wanted, but no of course not, his hands where roaming all over your body while you just laid on his shoulder
“Damn babe, you get hotter by the day” his hands are everywhere on you, you ass, your tits, your waist
“Hmm” you slightly wriggle when he punches you nipple to hard “your hurting me” he laughs, the man who said he’d never hurt you just laughed in your face when you told him he did
“ I want you to ride me” all you have on is a skirt and no underwear as per his request
He lifts you with one arm while shimming off his shorts with the other
His cock is soft but it won’t be for long, you rap both hands around it as soon as your put back down
He was never patient when it came to sex, he didn’t even wait a week to pin you down and force you to have sex with him when he first took you and that was as awful as your sure this will be
He put his hand over your own to give his dick a good squeeze, it was getting hard quickly
“Yeah, get on the floor and use your mouth now” you nod and climb down off his lap
Being between his legs is horrible, he’s massive and he always makes you deep throat him by the end
“Well, get to it” legs spread wider for you even though there was more then enough room
You nod and lean forward to take his cock in your mouth, your lips stretch around him and he hits the back of your throat without being half way in
“Come on” he leaned forward to push you down by the neck, it hurt so bad, you couldn’t breath or see or feel anything other then the pain in your throat
He moves from your neck to your hair and starts moving you up and down on him
You try to pull away but he’s to strong, all you can do is try to breath and desperately scratch and grab at his thighs
He pulls you up suddenly “ok I wanna be in you now”
He yanks you up while your still catching your breath only to get up and push you back onto the hard floor
He gets on top of your and pushes up your skirt around your hips so he can touch your properly
You didn’t wanna be turned in by him but your body couldn’t lie, his fingers went in your partially wet pussy and he started moving then in and out, scissoring slightly
With the size of him compared to the size of you no amount of prep would help you to feel no pain
Even if it was humiliating you do appreciate the prep he is giving you, he often skips it
“Shit babe, look at you, say you don’t want it all you want you fuckin love this”
Shaking your head you start to tear up “tears won’t help you” he lines himself up and you grab his bicep to brace yourself
You wanna scream so load, scream and cry and lose your mind when he pushes in, it hurts, it hurts bad
This man chosen to hurt you in the most intimate way possible just because he thinks your his, and hell you might as well be
He’s practically ripping you open already when he starts to move
Jesus your definitely bleeding, he’s gonna act all sweet tomorrow like he didn’t rape you until you bled
He’s gonna give you water and snacks like he’s the reason you can’t get it all yourself
“Fuuuuuck, I’m cumin baby” you can feel him fill you up with cum, it’s warm and there’s lots of it
He pushes in was leaked out before pulling out for good
Tomorrow things will be better, you’ll be ok tomorrow
“Why don’t we go to the bedroom and you can ride me”
You just had to wait for tomorrow
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