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iicloudyiiddyy · 7 months

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𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝐵𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛.

They walk in, slamming the door as they step in. Silent as they gaze around your home, the dark lights, unwashed dishes, and the faint light coming from the crack under your door. They head towards it , devilish intent and dark lust in their eyes, feelings running rampant inside them, eager to dominate . To control. Blowing off steam during their work can only do so much compared to you. Craving you, and the power-play they have in closed doors with you.

You give them power, a way out. That’s just what he needs. Your screams of pleasure and you cumming on his cock as he stuffs more into you. Forcing you to take more. You would let him have whatever he wanted, and now more than ever he needs the sense of balance.

They enter your room , your candle still burning, as they look around spotting you on the bed, laying down, breathing softly as your none the wiser to the man across from you, their dark eyes tracing your face, you neck, down to your thighs what’s in between them what they came for.

Walking forward tutting on how careless you are, they blew out the candle, the soft orange light scaring away the darkness fleeing as they stand in pitch black, their eyes reflecting the moonlight as they look down at you, imaging all the things they could do to you, all the things they will do. they smile as they lay down , the soft mattress buckling under the weight of their knees as the scent of you wraps around their nose , only further egging them on as they slide under the covers, full body covered by your sheets as they grab your plush thighs, spreading them as they salivate they start off slow, kissing and moving down your thighs as they sigh out of their nose in relief. They peel of your underwear, their slow pace speeding up as the sight of your pussy comes in sight, they lick and prod, your juices running down , you shuffle, groaning as you make the unconscious effort to close your legs. Futile as they are gripped in his hands never once bothering to look up at you as he opens his mouth to slide between your folds, attacking your clit as they suck ,your body betraying you as it shakes from the familiar touch of your lover. Eager to please, they slip a finger inside , curling and prodding the silky walls inside as they shove their face further in , adding a finger pressing down on the spot that makes you squeal.

You whimper in your sleep , unable to escape as they continue your assault , your orgasm steadily on the way. They pick up their speed their tongue never getting enough, never being satisfied as the taste of you gushes out. He loves this, while it would be better if you were awake , your fingers grabbing his hair as you scream out his name this will have to do. Despite you still in dreamland your core tightens as his two fingers scissor, his tongue sliding against them, breaching inside ,you pant, on the verge of waking up your arms scramble as your legs shake, they only grip tighter as the only thing you can do is lay there and take it. You aren’t done till they say, till they ripped so many orgasms, made you cum so many times with just their fingers and their sinful tongue that you bawl for them to stop, and only then will they ease off, however they switch it out with their cock, hard and dripping as they slide into you, fucking you harshly as they groan, your cunt squeezing him as she demands that you give him more, make him feel more ,that you can take more as you sob.

You cum, back arching as you finally awake , shouting and moaning as they pull you through your pleasure, they don’t stop, don’t even blink as your hands scramble for purchase on their head, needing something to ground you. They pull you deeper into them, shoving their face as they lose themselves in your body, your juices leaking down their chin, soiling the sheets. You heave squirming as they add another finger, you babble out their name, confusion blooming in you as struggle. sleep wearing off as you strain you neck to look in between, to catch the culprit. You spot them, your thigh in their hand as they push it to your chest , their body trapping your other limb as their fingers impale inside you, they hum as they twist their tongue inside, fingers expertly bending to hit that spot as a lewd moan erupts from your throat.Your head hitting the pillow as you grind your cunt further on their face. Breath hitching as you choke another orgasm hitting you like a train as you squirt over their tongue they hum once more, lapping harshly as they murmur how wet you are, how you’re being so good for a slut that can’t say their name right, they chuckle vibrations rumbling though you as they find their degradation towards you amusing as you whine.

Their nails dig in your thigh, dark crescent marks blooming as they circle the ball of nerves. You babble as over stimulation burns in your stomach. You beg, plead for them to slow down , despite knowing how fruitless the effort is. They smirk, sadistic glee to your cries as they add another finger, it stings so good. You moan their name as they speed up, set on making you cum once more, over and over again. To paint their tongue white, to hear your screams of pleasure, and they do just that just because they can.

Eren,Levi (AOT) Feitan , Illumi , Pariston (HXH) Madara , Sasuke , Kakashi (NARUTO) Sebastian (BLACK BUTLER) Light, L , (DEATH NOTE) Muzan , Obanai , Inosuke (DEMON SLAYER) Hawks , Dabi , Bakugou , (MHA)

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lollipop-writes · 1 year

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Hunter x Hunter Men as Boyfriends

Characters: Chrollo, Feitan, Hisoka, Illumi, Pariston.

Warnings: Gender Neutral, no pronouns or characteristics used to describe reader. Mentions of some characters being possessive, controlling, and suggestive. Otherwise no content warnings.

Chrollo

He is a gentleman and treats you with the upmost dignity. Whatever you don't want to do, he respects and works around that, finding common activities the two of you can enjoy.

A lot of library dates, early morning coffee dates, and snuggling during rainy weather with the fireplace going. He enjoys small moments of intimacy like this.

He steals and buys for you a lot of expensive things he thinks will look nice on you. Also, he steals anything related to your hobbies.

"This reminded me of you, y/n" he sweetly smiles as he gives you his present.

Feitan

He's surprisingly a very casual dude to date. He takes you to a lot of casual and relaxing venues, unless you guys stay indoors. Theaters, watching horror movies on netflix, and eating a lot of takeout.

But he's a VERY possessive boyfriend. I wouldn't say he gets jealous easily since he trusts you. However, he still sees you as his, and doesn't like it when people encroach on what's his.

Not as considerate as Chrollo when it comes to where you want to go since he kinda just. Has you follow him around wherever he goes, even on his outings with Phinks.

Speaking of Phinks, expect to see him a lot during outings and to have him tag along on a lot of dates.

Hisoka

If you're strong, he'll want to fight you a LOT. He loves testing your limits and abilities.

Expect spicy times after fighting, training, or "playing" since that really riles him up. He figures he's already in action so may as well get some more.

He's pretty goofy and likes to make you laugh. Expect a lot of jokes and inappropriate behavior, even during spicy times.

Hisoka REALLY loves to tease you and make you blush by saying obscene and gross things. If you're not blushing, he'll try harder and up the level of obscenity to get a reaction out of you.

Illumi

Illumi has heard of dating but doesn't really know how it actually works. By this I mean he's never officially dated and doesn't have a clue where to start.

He begins courting you by like, declaring that he wants you as a spouse and just outright stating that you two are dating now.

He buys you a lot of expensive gifts, not always to your tastes since he can be somewhat oblivious in other people's wants and feelings, but it's the thought that counts.

He watches over you like a hawk, making sure nobody lays a finger on you or even looks at you a certain way.

Pariston

Ok so you know how I said in some of the other men's HCs that they will buy you nice things? Pariston does that but up to 11. He loooooves buying you really gaudy, tacky objects and clothing. Extra points if they're revealing or suggestive.

Takes you out to fancy dinners and public functions quite often, and these make up most of your dates together.

Wants you two to appear as a perfect couple, in looks and appearance, in behavior and manner, and in dynamics and relationship. He has to uphold an image so the pressure is on to be absolutely perfect.

Not really very intimate behind closed spaces, unless he's in an uncharacteristically good mood. And even then it's more as a way to taunt you and hold more control over you. He'll be more affectionate out in public for sure, though.

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heavenlyakin · 7 months

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Tug of War

Pariston Hill x Fem!Reader

wc: 2.7k

cw: established relationship, toxic relationship, wax play, penetrative sex, edging

The salty air and wind is dreadful. It’s been far too long on this yacht stuck with your husband, Pariston, and other higher ups in the Hunter’s Association. You grip the railing, imagining how good it would feel to watch your husband tumbling off the boat and into the water below, never to be seen again.

“-----, darling,” his gratingly positive voice draws you out of your daydream, the first moment of true happiness you’ve had since you stepped foot on this boat.

“Honey,” you let go of the railing, turning, and greeting him with a smile.

“Dreaming about me?” He asks, a wink following his words.

Oh, if he only knew.

“Always,” you coo back as he takes your right hand in his. “Is it already time for dinner?”

He looks around checking to see if anyone is watching either of you and then sighs. “Unfortunately,” he tells you, his voice low. “At least it’s the last of this trip. I’m ready to get home.”

Get home and be able to get away from you, you think with a smile.

“We’ll be home before you know it. Let’s go get ready for dinner.” You pull his hand in yours, leading him down the stairs towards the cabins in the boat.

Once you find your cabin you both walk in, and you let out a breath you’ve been holding. At least here you don’t have to play pretend with Pariston like you do on the rest of the boat. You take the claw clip out of your hair and toss it on the vanity by the bed, sitting at its bench.

“I hope you plan on making yourself look more presentable than last night,” Pariston scoffs, his right eyebrow raised.

You smile, “I hope you have some injections left in that case of yours. Don’t want the president thinking his VP is getting too old, do we?” You tap the space between your brows, knowing that’ll trigger his paranoia.

Pariston licks his bottom lip, agitation radiating off of him. “You’re pleasant this evening.”

“I always am,” you tell him looking at him through the mirror. You run a brush through your hair, taming it from the wind. “Won’t you leave me alone for at least thirty minutes so I can get ready in peace, please honey?”

Pariston rolls his eyes, or so it appears in the mirror and disappears into the bathroom attached to the room. You lean forward on the vanity, resting your head on your hands and sighing. At least you have this time for yourself.

The dress Pariston chose for you tonight is a beautiful emerald green, sparkling in the lowlight. The strappy sleeves compliment your arms, and the fitted shape does more for you than you expected when looking at it on the hanger. Of course, it fits perfectly. If anything, Pariston knows how to shop for you.

“Ready?” Pariston asks, coming out exactly thirty minutes on the dot.

“As I’ll ever be.” You tell him and take his extended arm, settling in for the perfect pair image he insists on displaying.

He opens the door and you’re met with another couple. Pariston greets them and you half heartily pay attention to the conversation. Just enough so if they ask you something, you can respond.

“Have you enjoyed the trip?” The association member’s wife asks you and you nod.

“It’s been so nice to get away, hasn’t it honey?” You turn the conversation to him no longer interested in keeping up with them.

“It was definitely needed,” he gives her a charming smile and you wonder if he’s fucked her before.

Pariston doesn’t linger on her long, so it’s possible. Neither of them are giving anything away, however. The association member, who’s name you’re far too careless to remember, starts discussing something about ant pods with Pariston and your ears perk up.

Whatever happened to those?

The walk ahead of you and the other wife, making it impossible for either of you to hear. You find it interesting how these members have all selected partners without Nen. Well, not interesting.

It’s convenient.

“Looking forward to being home?” She asks you, her voice sounding meeker somehow.

“Not at all,” you admit, knowing the truth is in there but this could be easily misconstrued into just wanting to remain on this so-called vacation.

“Same here,” she tells you, and you expect that to be the end of the conversation.

The stairs lead you to the lower deck of the yacht, and it’s full of members you recognize and those you don’t. Their partners seem to all be gathering on the opposite end of the deck, separate from the association. With the exception of a few higher ups.

You find your spot at Pariston’s side, lightly holding onto his arm, showing the united front he demands. The conversation is more interesting than others, discussion of the upcoming Hunter’s Exam. You listen closely, wondering if they’ve made these changes because of recent events or just to shake things up.

“Attention everyone,” a voice booms from the speakers set up around the deck. “Dinner is served.”

Pariston leads you over to the grand table set up with tonight’s meal. Every night the seating arrangement has been different, forcing you to talk with multiple people you’re not that interested in. The nights when you were ignored were better, honestly. At least you had time to think.

You find your seats and note you’re next to Cheadle tonight, someone who might just hate Pariston more than you.

Tonight should be fun.

The dock comes into view from your bedroom window, and you let out a sigh of relief. Zipping up your last suitcase, you leave them on the bed like the crew requested so they can get them loaded in your cars after you leave the ship. Pariston’s mood is radiating off him ever since last night. You assume he didn’t like your jokes with Cheadle.

Honestly, you don’t mind that he’s not talking to you, but you wish he’d let his temper blow already so you can get it over with. He leads you out to the deck, ready to off-board and get to the private car he had arranged for you. Once inside, you look over to him, opening your mouth to speak.

“I think we should try something new tonight,” he speaks before you have a chance, not even looking at you but peering out the window towards the boat in the sea.

“Like a restaurant?’ You ask, sounding more annoyed than you intended. You’d hoped you’d dine separately tonight and hopefully sleep that way too.

You hear the trunk shut on the car and you know you’ll be heading to the airport to fly home soon. His mood seems to have changed at least.

You arrive home rather late, well later than expected. There were delays with the aircraft, putting you home now around 10 p.m. instead of 8 like you’d expected. The butler takes the bags to your rooms, knowing which goes where without being told. Honestly, you feel bad for him. He’s worked for Pariston since before you were in the picture and probably has dealt with the worst of him.

“Thank you,” you tell him when you enter your room and see he’s laid the bags out in the closet for you to unpack.

“You’re welcome, Madame.” His accent always makes you smile, and you watch as he goes before you unpack.

After emptying the three cases, you feel the presence of someone else in your bedroom. Turning your head, you see Pariston from the corner of your eye. Turning around, you raise your eyebrows as you take him in.

Pariston is a handsome man. He’s wearing marron slacks, and a white button down, the top three buttons unbuttoned and revealing his skin, now slightly golden from the sun exposure this last week. His hair is disheveled and still damp, he must have showered quickly. However, his hands are behind his back suspiciously.

“What do you have?” You ask, your voice sounding exhausted.

“Lovely,” he coos, his voice full of too much excitement. “Why don’t you lie down and let me show you.”

“Okay?” You say stepping out of the closet and into the bedroom.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he shakes his head. “Change into that pretty black teddy I got you before the trip.”

You close the closet doors and look for the lingerie. Honestly, you can’t remember which one it is, but guess it’s the one with the tags still on it. Pariston loves buying you lingerie, but he probably doesn’t pick it out himself. So, if it’s wrong, you doubt he’ll know.

The set is black, with a deep cut down to your belly button, revealing your skin from neck to navel. It’s split in the crotch so the only thing it really covers is your nipples.

Once you emerge you see Pariston has transformed your bed. The cream duvet has been pulled off the bed revealing the clean white sheets. The pillows remain, but the stark black cuffs on each bedpost stick out to you.

“Lay down,” no compliments or anything on the lingerie, but you’ve come to accept that.

You crawl onto the bed and lay on your back, raising your arms above you and allowing Pariston to hook you to the cuffs. His fingers graze your skin, and you shiver. When was the last time you were intimate with Pariston? You honestly can’t remember.

“Was this what you were talking about earlier?” You tease, winking at him to keep the mood light.

“Darling,” he shakes his head. “With the way you acted on the trip, having you restrained is only part of what I wanted to try.”

“I thought you liked when I fought you?” He does, truly, you recall.

He smiles, looking as if he’s remembering something. “That I do. But this is even more exciting.” He finishes cuffing your right ankle, taking complete control of your movements now.

You pull on them to see if there’s any give, but there’s not. Interesting.

“These,” Pariston turns away from you and gathers something off one of the bedside tables. When he turns around, he’s holding long red candles. “These,” he repeats, “are what I wanted to try.”

“I’ve never tried that,” you tell him, and he nods.

“I think you’ll enjoy it.” He comes closer, standing next to the bed. “Do you remember our word?”

You nod, “Porcupine.” It almost makes you laugh, but it’s been a good safe word for the extent of your relationship.

He lights the candle, and you strain your eyes trying to see if you can see the wax pooling, but you can’t from where he stands. You decide it might feel better to look up and be surprised by it instead.

The hot wax hits your stomach, just above your belly button and you arch your back in a mixture of shock and excitement. It doesn’t burn too long, but just enough to stimulate your nerves.

“Oh shit,” you gasp, your wrist pulling against the cuffs.

“How’s it feel?” He asks, his smile wild.

“Hot, tingly,” you answer him.

“Erotic?” He asks and you nod.

“Yes,” you answer.

He tilts the candle again. This time it drips onto your chest, between your breasts and towards your collarbones. You strain against the restraints again, unwillingly but out of need to move under the heat. You can’t help but notice your core reacting too, your thighs squeezing together and your entire body heating up.

“Fuck,” you whimper.

“Hmm, didn’t think you’d enjoy it this much, but nonetheless, I am too.” He smiles, his voice grating your nerves. “I see you’re turned on by it too. Is it me or the wax?”

“Definitely the wax.” You respond.

“What a shame, and here I thought I had such a doting wife.” He sounds entertained, something you weren’t so sure you still did for him. “But I’m growing bored of this.”

Of course, he is, he always get bored when you’re enjoying something. He sees you’re getting a little bit of pleasure, then he takes it away. Not that you think he can’t pleasure you, it’s just always on his terms.

He sheds his shirt, tossing it on the chair across the room, never on the floor. He unbuttons his slacks, but leaves them on, walking around the bed and unlocking your right wrist and ankle, then following suit with your left side. You rub your wrists then touch the wax, not hardened on your skin.

“Leave it,” he tells you, and grabs your hips, pulling you to the end of the bed.

You drop your hands and focus on Pariston’s movements. He steps out of his pants; his cock erect in his underwear. Something inside you comes out of its shell. Everything about your marriage with Pariston is complicated, but this has been something that’s been the most stable; your attraction to him. No matter how absolutely shitty he’s been to you, something in you still wants to fuck him.

“Lay on your stomach for me, darling,” Pariston says, his voice entirely too sweet. He might as well be dripping with honey. Part of it disgusts you, but not enough to not listen to him.

You roll on the bed, your ass now facing him and you facing your closet on the other side of the room. You feel his hands on you first, groping you ass and squeezing it every few movements. He doesn’t say anything, but it doesn’t feel awkward. If anything, this is familiar and comforting. Hell, if this is how he dealt with his anger towards you more often, maybe you wouldn’t have the resentment you do now.

He presses his cock against your ass, the warm skin against your cool ass makes you shiver.

“I can’t remember the last time you were this wet for me…” Pariston comments, his fingers teasing your cunt. “Is there any particular reason you’re so wet, darling?”

Should you just be honest or feed his ego more? It’s definitely the com bination of wax and attention Pariston is giving you. It’s a win-win either way, so you decide before answering.

“It’s you, of course.” You turn your head, looking back at him over your shoulder.

It’s a shame so much beauty is wasted on him.

He smiles, taking his cock in his right hand and lining himself up with your cunt. You look away as he presses in you, opening your mouth and gasping quietly as he fucks into you slowly. His cock feels incredible inside of you, pumping in and out at an antagonizing slow pace.

“Please,” you hate that he does this, forces you to beg, but you can’t help it.

Even he can’t be enjoying this slow pace unless the tormenting you is what he’s after. That actually might be it, really. Nonetheless, he starts to pick up speed, grabbing your hips and fucking into you harder and faster.

You grip the sheets, holding on and closing your eyes as he becomes more erratic. You focus on your own pleasure, enjoying the feeling of his body slamming into yours. You never know how long he’s going to last, sometimes he’ll hold out all night and others he will cum before you’ve even thought about it yourself, ruining the night for you.

You pray it isn’t like that tonight.

A happy medium would be ideal.

His fingers dig into your ass, hurting you and you wonder if it’ll bruise. He’d like that.

“Pariston,” you whimper, feeling his cock twitch inside of you. This fucker is really going to try and cum before you do.

He doesn’t answer, instead you feel him release into you, destroying any hope you had of him making you cum. He pulls out quickly, walking across the room and to a towel he prepared earlier when you must have been changing.

“Asshole,” you whisper under your breathe, but Pariston chuckles.

“Do you really think you deserve pleasure after last night?” He says with a furrow in his brow.

“Whatever,” you sigh, that’s why you have vibrators.

“Make sure you’ve taken your birth control too. I’m still not ready for whatever monsters we’ll produce.” With that, he leaves the room, hopefully, to not be seen again for days.

#pariston hill smut #pariston hill x reader #hxh smut #pariston x reader #pariston smut

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insomniasymphony · 2 years

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Hunter x Hunter one-shot requests! Various x Reader! [Closed]

Hi there!~ ♥ My requests are closed until December, but I would love to collect some requests that I can start working on in December.

What do I need for a request?

1. Tell me the character you want and if your reader is supposed to be male or female.

2. Is one side possessive?

3. Give me three words, a sentence you would like to see in the story, or a prompt.

Rules!

1. You can only request one one-shot.

2. If I think your request doesn’t fit with the character or I’m unable to write such a thing, I take the freedom to say no. Please accept that.

3. Things I will definitely ignore as a request are M-Preg, genderswap, Meruem or Komugi as character choice, and sexualisation for everyone underage.

If interested, you can check up the existing one-shots here on my AO3!

Requests waiting to get love:

1. Requested by @sunnism : Killua Zoldyck x Female Reader

2. Requested by @arisu : Pariston Hill x Female Reader

3. Requested by @rottmntrulesall : Illumi Zoldyck x Female Reader

4. Requested by @juiius : Pariston Hill x Female Reader

5. Requested by @dreamcastgirl99 : Hisoka x Female Reader

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ging-pegger · 2 years

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don't be a "boar" - ging x reader x pariston

a/n: yes i know thats a terrible fucking pun please forgive me also i didnt proof read this suck my dick idk warnings: a nonlinear continuation of this fic, smut (a bit more śpïćý than previous fics, some acts described include but are not limited to: a threesome (obviously), double vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, etc.), afab reader, potential spoilers (takes place during the election arc) word count: 1,504

after the night in the hotel, your work relationship with ging became incredibly unpredictable. though he seemed as relaxed as ever in your presence, your heart fluttered when he entered the room, or you heard his voice.

today was no exception to that feeling, even just anticipating seeing him was eating away at your insides as you approached the large headquarters of the hunter association, which was a centerpiece to swardani city. you knew ging would be inside, with the election for the new chairman, all of the zodiacs were gathered inside its very walls.

your hands reached out to push the doors open, cold metal brushing against your skin. you entered in through the second set of doors and noticed a large amount of people, no doubt most of if not all of the hunter population was here. you had only been here a few times before, but ging had given you directions on how to reach the office he was temporarily working from.

you approached the elevator and pressed the button, waiting several moments before the doors opened and a handful of people filed out. you slipped inside, hastily pressing the button labeled 'CLOSE DOOR' a few too many times.

it was then that the anxious waiting game began, the elevator sounded a monotonous dinging noise with every floor you ascended, occasionally opening its doors, only to reveal the person who had summoned the elevator previously had opted to take the stairs in the amount of time it took for the metallic hell chamber to reach that floor.

soon you had been brought to the second highest floor of the building, the one ging had said he would be on. you stepped out, looking around for any sense of where he might be. unsure, you decided to just walk, figuring you would come across him eventually.

while walking through the halls, you stumbled upon a rather tall and thin man, he had golden hair and deep brown eyes, so dark they appeared black. but for such emotionless eyes, he wore a bright smile, it was almost uncanny.

"can i help you?" he asked, the way he spoke radiated major douchebag energy. it was then that you put two and two together, this must be pariston hill. you had heard the name, you knew he had been vice chairman. and ging had complained about him on many fronts, but you had yet to see him until now.

he was, in an odd way, attractive. not extremely so, but he wasn't hard on the eyes.

"do you happen to know where ging freecss' is? I'm here to meet with him about a current expedition." you replied, suddenly becoming overly aware of everything you were saying.

"unfortunately, i do. i can lead you there now if you'd like." he spoke with his hands, making gestures as he spoke, they didnt necessarily make sense, yet you knew exactly what they meant.

"if you don't mind ..."

"right this way, darling!" pariston responded, almost too cheerfully. it was clear to see he was fake, ging wasn't exaggerating. he lead you down the corridor to an office, the door was closed.

without knocking, pariston opened the door, to which a very disgruntled ging began cussing him out.

"now, ging, that's not the way to act in front of guests, now is it?" Pariston hummed, leaning into the door frame.

"what the hell are you talking about?" Ging grumbled, that was when pariston opened the door to reveal you standing there awkwardly.

"oh... i see." the shorter man huffed, leaning back into his desk chair. "you can leave now pariston." he expressed rather irritated as you slipped inside the room.

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before you knew it, you were bent over ging's desk, pants around your ankles, his face in your neck, and his cock pounding into you. these meetings with ging were becoming much more frequent, neither of you had expected anything more than that night in the hotel-

but you both kept going back for more, experimenting with new things every opportunity you found, you were by no means quiet.

the world had seemed to fade away around you, stuck in a state of ecstacy as he whispered sweet nothings he'd never speak of again into your ear, making you feel as if the two of you were the only people in the world, the only beings around. which was very far from the case.

unbeknownst to the two of you, just outside the door contemplating barging in and ruining ging's fun was pariston hill. unexpectedly, he found himself becoming aroused at the sound of the two of you, not wanting to walk in and interrupt just yet, but itching to get a taste of what was happening, his urge to interrupt becoming much more, blossoming in to a desire to join in if circumstances permitted.

with a deep breath, pariston reached for the handle, his hands trembling. the cloth of his suit felt noticeably tighter as he swung the door open, laying eyes on you and ging, who had immediately froze, unsure what he was supposed to do.

you felt blood rush to your skin, a warm sensation taking over you, your heart began to pound so hard you could have sworn you heard it. you were still hazy from the pure pleasure you had just been experiencing. the man from earlier stood, his hand on the door knob, unapologetically looking ging in the eye, like he had meant to do this.

"what the hell are you doing in here!? get out!" ging cussed, hurrying to put himself back together and make himself presentable, as were you despite being temporarily in shock.

"oh don't mind me, i was only hoping to get in on this." he smiled, pushing the door shut behind him.

ging blinked a few times. "what? you cannot be serious about this." he folded his arms around his chest, he wasn't about to let pariston hill of all people turn your quickie into a threesome.

your mind started racing, the thought of taking two men at once made your stomach do cartwheels.

"deadly serious." the blonde added, it was clear now he had a libido that needed to be satisfied.

"well i don't think that we-"

"aw, c'mon ging, dont be a boar" pariston grinned, finding his play on words to be the funniest thing the world had heard- however ging didnt appear to share the sentiment.

"there's always a first time for everything" you added, the first thing you had said since pariston had entered the room.

ging looked at you dumbfounded. "what? are you seriously considering this?" the thought of being around pariston hill in such an intimate way made him sick, sick enough to have killed his erection right then... but it didnt. somehow the thought of seeing you push yourself to the limit with two men made him even more turned on, he was almost convinced then and there, but he wasn't going to tell pariston that.

after a few moments of tense silence. "if you tell anyone about this I'll kill you." ging looked pariston in the eye, he said it so serious that it was anyone's guess if he was being truthful or not.

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once again, in a blur it seemed as though you had found yourself in the midst of a rough fuck, though this time instead of with just ging, pariston hill had joined in.

you found yourself riding ging in his office chair, pariston behind, leaning over the two of you, his hands gripping the arm rests of the chair. without warning, he gripped your hips, pushing himself into your entrance.

you felt the same sensation you had the first time you had done it with ging, a sharp pain that soon melted into pleasure. the feeling, the thought of what was happening... you felt so dirty, but so good.

ging groaned, and began thrusting into you once pariston had fully entered, the feeling of absolute fullness consumed you, you began to just melt into ging's arms, allowing the men to do the work, it didnt seemed they minded.

pariston brought his hand in between you and ging, a slender finger inching its way down your body, finding its way to your clit. he slowly began toying with it, finding satisfaction in the little whimpers you gave, and it appeared so did ging.

you could feel yourself getting closer and closer to release, your muscles tightening as you anticipated the orgasm to follow.

"shit-" ging voiced, just after you felt an eruption of hot ooze inside of you, he had gotten carried away in the moment, forgetting to warn you. it was then enough to send you over the edge in ecstacy, as pariston continued to fuck into you, you allowed yourself to get lost in your senses, riding out your orgasm as the blonde pulled out, ejaculating on your back.

#hxh #hunter x hunter #ging hxh #ging freecss #ging #pariston hill #pariston hxh #pariston x reader #pariston hill x reader #smut #ging smut #ging freecss smut #hxh smut #pariston hill smut #pariging #hunter x hunter 2011 #hxh 2011 #hxh spoilers #this is extremely sub par

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0asisbliss · 2 months

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Men that are musicians. The way his hands stroke his guitar are the same hands that hold you, and wipe your tears away. His beautiful voice that would sing melodies about your alluring features. His fame. That even if he has fan girls that you think that are ten times prettier than you. He’ll always know your the only one for him and you’ll always be his.

Presenting rock/pop star~

CHOSO, GOJO, Geto, Yuta, YUUJI, Sukuna, (JJK) Dazai, Chuuya, RANPO, (BSD) Kurapika, SHALNARK, Pariston, (HXH) LOKI, Buddha, (SNV) ACE, Luffy, (OP)

#hxh x reader #jjk x reader #choso x reader #gojo x reader #geto x reader #yuta x reader #yuuji x reader #sukuna x reader #dazai x reader #chuuya x reader #ranpo x reader #kurapika x reader #shalnark x reader #pariston hxh #snv loki x reader #snv x reader #snv buddha #ace x reader #luffy x reader

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skyyletai · 14 days

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Your limbs are almost frozen, you can’t feel your fingers. desperately trying to maintain at least some warmth, you nervously peek at your “interlocutor”. And he sees it.

"Aren't you cold, dear?" he looks at you expectantly, smiling, without blinking.

"No."

If you squint, you can see the disappointment flashing in his eyes.

“Victory,” you thought mockingly, shivering from the cold.

#pariston hill #yandere chrollo x reader #chrollo x reader #yandere fyodor #yandere hisoka #yandere trey clover #twst #hxh #hisoka x reader #fyodor dostoevsky #dazai x fem reader #bsd dazai #rook hunt #yandere rook hunt #shalnark x reader #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere male

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theoneandonlysilly · 9 months

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lets be so fr rn, the majority of the adult men in hxh would be SO TOXIC.

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like i luv them, but c’mon… I know a lot of people think that chrollo would be the most tolerable out of the adult trio, but i beg to differ. that man would be so manipulative and would make you feel like shit and put you in a state of co-dependency while his ass is out doing evil phantom troupe shit. and during this you would be trying to keep your slowly but surely deteriorating mental health alive. it would be such an icky situation and i can tell that shit wouldn’t be fun. imo of the characters, illumi MIGHT be the easiest to deal with dating… as long as you don’t get attached to him, because he isn’t very affectionate. im giving him some leverage because i can tell he cares about those he loves, but like, he loves in an odd way. Hisoka is hisoka. thats all i have to say tbh. i honestly have no clue how he would act. he would probably go out of his way to toy with you, but in the way that he gets his sadistic pleasure out of it. and its really just playful teasing and stuff, but he also isn’t very committed, and would likely just stop being interested and just break up with you. onto the more tolerable ones, but still toxic, we have meruem. he’s not horrible once you get used to him, but he is um… interesting. he isn’t affectionate early on, and probably wanted to kill you at first, but based on his relationship with komugi in canon, i believe that he has potential to be a good person/chimera ant/ thing idfk. anyways, kurapika. he is very motivated to destroy the phantom troupe, which may cause him to be toxic in some ways. he doesn’t mean to, he just gets caught up in his revenge plans, sometimes so much so that he forgets to be good to himself, let alone be good to you (he is so me tbh). leorio is honestly fine. he would be a good boyfriend, and he would be very sweet. maybe a little bit sexually driven and may accidentally upset you, but he makes up for it by caring for you. he may get caught up in his emotions sometimes, but he always calms down and makes up for it well, and apologizes. you can tell that he cares and that he would never hurt you mentally or physically. Now onto more toxic mfs, pariston fucking hill. he is the definition of toxic, and sort of like chrollo but in the blond politician sorta way. he would give zero fucks about your feeling and would use you to his advantage. 0/10 would not recommend. anyways, ging. …no. he is very laid back and casual with dating, and probably would upset you all the time and arguments would be common. not quite as bad as some others, but still toxic.

ANYWAYS SORRY FOR RAMBLING BUT THAT WAS FUN TO WRITE ABT

#hxh #hxh x reader #hunter x hunter #chrollo #hisoka #illumi #meruem #kurapika #leorio #pariston hill #ging #toxic ass men lmao

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meyousing · 1 year

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𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧, 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: pariston + prompt 19 “it was more than just a one time thing for me. do you not feel the same way?”

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: after coercing you into a one-night stand, pariston fails to realize that you do not want things to go any further than that. of course, not only will he refuse to listen, but he also refuses to not get his way.

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: yandere pariston hill x reader, mentions of past coercion, manipulation and gaslighting, mentions of alcohol, mentions of nsfw (starts but doesn’t escalate fully), all sexual nsfw will be below the cut.

How awful. Glancing at the clock, your face melted in displeasure as you had already been sitting here for half an hour longer than you were scheduled to be. You wouldn’t have cared about putting in some overtime today if it had been anyone else who requested it, the image of Pariston’s mischievous smile still lingered in your mind. He brought a pile of extra papers to your station a mere minute before you were off the clock, his expression furrowing in faux sympathy as he hesitantly asked if you could finish them off for him. The poor employee that was originally meant for the job had to leave early due to an emergency, he couldn’t just say no to them!

You glared daggers at the blond, watching his face morph from “sad” to utterly smug the longer you did. You were ready to give him a piece of your mind too, your grip on the pen between your fingers almost becoming painful, but then one of your superiors walked past you two, trudging tiredly behind Pariston. You shifted your gaze to them momentarily, following as they paused and turned to you, subtly sending a look that said you did not want to cause a scene or put up a challenge. Not with Pariston, lest you give him a second form of victory aside from accepting his job. Both exhaustion and past experience made you agree that your superior was right and you could only sigh, shoulders slumping in defeat as you ripped the stack from Pariston’s grasp and dropped it carelessly beside your monitor. He thanked you with the most sticky-sweet enthusiasm you had ever heard, graciously patting your shoulder before sauntering off. You wished that he’d been off for good.

Everyone else had gone home already, and somehow Pariston hadn’t come to bother you since his initial proposal. While the extra silence in the office was nice, you envied anyone who wasn’t stuck here with another person they couldn’t stand in such close proximity.

Perhaps if you stopped letting him invade your thoughts you would be able to get the work done faster.

Sifting through the papers, you noted that only a few sheets were left for you to finish filling out; relief was waiting for you, just a couple of short minutes away if you really cracked down. Straightening your posture, you stared the bright paper down and twiddled your pen around your fingers.

Let’s do this.

Just as the first sleek stroke of ink transferred onto the page, subtle but notable footsteps crept up on you from behind. You didn’t have to turn around to know who it was, his walking pattern was recognizably peppy. Your motivation faded in an instant, being replaced with annoyance as your eyes fell closed in dreadful preparation.

“Y/N, I just had to come and thank you again for doing this for me. You really are a model employee!” Pariston’s voice approached sooner than you would have liked, you could even hear the conniving grin in it. Unfortunately, keeping your eyes forward wouldn’t be enough to avoid him, as he had no issue taking a seat on your desk with one leg crossed over the other, his hand landing awfully close to yours to support himself.

“You’re welcome” you spoke civilly, though the glare in your eyes as you looked up at him was as hostile as it could be. On the other hand, his expressive response could only be described as utterly delighted. His lips pursed and his eyes studied you for a lingering moment before he reached beside himself.

“Say, we’re the only ones here now, surely we won't get in trouble for sharing something like this after hours?”

You watched as he briefly meddled around at his side, turned away from you only for a second before he turned back and presented a bottle of wine. You were perplexed as to how you missed the two glasses that he placed near the second pile of papers you had managed to get through; perhaps exhaustion had begun setting in sooner than you realized.

“You would have that here.” Ignorance is bliss was what you continued to tell yourself, averting your eyes back down to the sheets before you and planning to leave your statement at that. His fake laugh recaptured your attention, making you grimace, looking up to watch the way he threw his head back.

“Oh, you say the silliest things, that’s part of why you’re my favourite. So, what do you say?” his smile widened so that his eyes squinted shut, his head tilting as he picked up a glass and twirled it around temptingly.

You could only blink slowly, having difficulty detecting just how serious he was being. The longer you glared, the more curiously he stared back at you. Not confused, of course, simply curious. Perhaps he was asking himself why you took so long to answer because your agreement obviously should have been instant.

“Hmmm…” he started, placing both the glass and bottle down so he could physically ponder with a dramatic hand to his chin, the other supporting his bent elbow. Thankfully, with his eyes thoughtfully pointed up to the ceiling, you were able to roll your own undetected, cringing for every second he continued to hum. He stood suddenly, making you jump as he let out a triumphant laugh. “I bet you just need to loosen up a little bit! How rude of me not to take that into consideration, especially after throwing even more work at you.”

It was time for your nerves to spring to life when he began to walk, doing so until he was directly behind you. You couldn’t see him, not good. Your muscles wound up when his hands landed on your shoulders, thumbs sliding down your blades so he could start to rub circles into your skin.

“I can feel how taut your muscles are, Y/N. Just relax.”

How dense would he act?! There was absolutely no way that he didn’t realize how he was the cause of your agitation, he lived for being the cause of everyone’s daily suffering, being the bitter cherry on top of a job that already made them so miserable. If he was just tormenting you with false airheadedness, he was doing a damn good job of playing the part.

You were usually better at allowing yourself to detach from his antics before they could get you anywhere near a boiling point, though the concoction of your exhaustion from such a long day made even longer by Pariston himself, and the knowledge that nobody else was here–so you were simply a free-for-all toy to him–was a mixture to guarantee the shrivelling of your will to fight or avoid.

“There, just like that” his breath was by your ear then, making you jump and tense right back out of a subconscious relaxation that you were disgusted to have fallen into in the first place–especially by his hands. His hands, which massaged for a little longer before his palms flattened and began to slide to your front, your body was frozen because he was moving too quickly before you could react as they moved to hover over your breasts–

“Okay, we’re not doing this–” Thankfully you were now fast enough to catch him off guard, shoving your chair back and listening to his soft groan of pain as you stood, turning to watch him back away from the seat that you had pushed into him with a hand on his abdomen and a theatrical frown on his face.

“What’s the matter, Y/N? Have I not apologized for giving you that extra work? Are you still upset with me? Well, then I’m sor–”

“No, Pariston!” Now that you two were alone and there were no superiors to tell you that engaging in an argument with Pariston was a bad idea, you couldn’t hold back for much longer when he constantly had you teetering at the edge for such an extensive duration. “I know you’re not stupid, so could you stop acting that way? Just leave me alone when we’re at work, please. Enough of this.”

His eyebrows lifted, head tilting ever so slightly, and you watched his lips as they began turning upwards once more. That caused you to miss the way his eyes darkened within milliseconds.

“It was more than just a one-time thing for me. Do you not feel the same way? I thought we had something special.”

Stop.

You just wanted to pretend that it never happened, as if it were a fever dream (or a fever nightmare, more accurately) that you could have forgotten about as soon as you woke up. Waking up from it while being in the other person’s bed and seeing his blond head of hair on the pillow beside yours was an immediate and gut-wrenching reality check. No, there was no dream to remember, only a true memory. One that your recollection of was minuscule, except for the parts you wished to forget. Your inability to remember what landed you naked in Pariston Hill’s lavish bed with him buried inside of you, squeezing your hands above your head and whining your name was what made it worse because you knew that you would never do something like that of your own volition, especially with someone as despicable as him.

“I don’t.” Being forced to face these memories once again because he brought them up made you feel anxious, you wished to shove them away and move on with your life. But you knew that Pariston would never allow you to forget, the first mistake was already made once you two held eye contact at that party. What had you done?

“What a shame. An absolute shame” he began stepping closer to you. You stepped away, though the backs of your thighs met with the edge of your desk much too soon, effectively keeping you trapped as Pariston walked close enough for you to feel his soft breaths against your cheek when he leaned even closer to you. His palms met with the top of your desk then, his sudden proximity forcing you to pull back, but it didn’t help much, he had no issue with resuming such closeness by inching even nearer.

“It would be even more shameful for Ms. Y/N to lose her job, all because she refused to listen to her boss.”

“You’re not my boss” you countered, turning your head away from him and despising the way that he followed the movement.

“The polls speak for themselves, Y/N. It won’t be long.” His hand found your cheek and you flinched, unable to move any further–so you had to deal with the way his thumb rubbed over your cheekbone, the way his lips inched closer to yours.

Just as your lips were about to connect, your body reacted before you could stop it, instinctively placing your fingertips on his mouth to stop him from getting any closer.

The movement did cause Pariston to pause, but it only lasted for a second because he took your hand in his and friskily bit your middle fingertip with a cheeky grin (how you wished to put down every finger except for that one and give him what for).

“Come on, I just want to play around for a bit! It’ll be our little secret. Besides, it would be quite sad to lose such a well-paying job over a matter as trivial as this” he interlocked your fingers and roughly shoved them back down to the desk, instantly attacking your neck with little nips and bites in the time it took for you to recover from the slam of your appendage. His tongue grazed over your sensitive skin in a way that was tender enough to send a chill down your spine and cause a stir in your gut, legs quivering slightly at the intimacy.

The sudden instability in your footing was taken care of promptly, Pariston’s knee knocked yours apart so he could press his thigh against your clothed clit, the material of your skirt bunching up above where your bodies met so the sight was on full display. Your legs twitched from the newfound stimulation, betraying your internal desires to shove him off of you and run out of the building once and for all, paycheque be damned. Something about the gentle rock of his muscle and its flex against you only drew you in further, and when he pushed in a little harder your legs collapsed, making you grab onto the desk for support.

Pariston lifted his lips from your neck and smirked when he felt the loss of your control in your lower body, pressing his chest against yours and forcing you to lay back flat on the desktop. His hands found your hips so he could pull your lower half onto the desk as well, maintaining his grip there so you’d be stuck in place as he replaced his knee with his hardening cock instead, thrusting against you in a way that was slow but hard and horribly intimate. Your chest heaved up against his, lungs expanding to breathe in the humid air as he made you hotter and hotter with every roll.

Stop. It was going too far.

You moved to put your hands on his chest and push him away, which did nothing because of how heavily he was dropped against you. In retaliation Pariston captured your lips successfully this time around, kissing you roughly with a swipe of his tongue on your bottom lip. The swiftness of it all made you gasp and he took advantage immediately, his tongue moving then to explore the inside of your mouth without any resistance on your part. A sensory overload was imminent, but the senses were all good, a numbing feeling of pleasure against your clit with absolute submission in your mouth, and your hands being trapped between your bodies leaving you defenceless only made you crave more. You craved a peak, to reach the edge and let all of these feelings combust and spread through the entirety of your body; to allow Pariston to take you there.

“Please,” you had parted from him with a gentle pop, your plea was almost inaudible, spoken under your breath as if the sigh you then tried to disguise it with would have passed. But nothing like that could ever pass by Pariston, even if you merely mouthed it he would still know. You looked up at him with heavy eyelids and wet lips, feeling heat rush to your cheeks when you took in his uncharacteristically dishevelled hair and the newfound glow to his skin from the heat that was causing you two to burn up.

The knowing smirk he gave had you reeling your head back with a throaty hum, gripping the collar of his suit jacket with trembling fingers, and his immediate response of placing sloppy, open-mouthed kisses on the newly exposed column of your neck made you squeeze his hips with your thighs, pulling him closer.

“I told you, you just had to loosen up a bit. See how much better you feel now?” so rhetorical, almost condescending as if he were really asking you what took you so long to just submit, to admit that you loved how he made you feel before, and how many days you had to suffer through craving his touch but being too afraid to ask for it. How good for you that he made the first move since then!

You nodded your agreement, licking your lips that started to dry out with how many breaths you were taking in through your mouth to help you through such intensely growing pleasure.

“Do you want me to make you come now, Y/N?” His voice was noticeably lower than usual, less playful, and more seductive as he purred these words directly into your ear.

You nodded once more, head moving rapidly to indicate your desperation as you let his jacket go in favour of wrapping your arms around his neck to bring him impossibly closer, complete skin-to-skin contact. He chuckled darkly and pushed his hips into you harshly, knocking the wind out of you as he pressed in as hard as he could before stalling suddenly, fingernails digging into the plush of your hips in earnest.

“Let that be your incentive to finish your work.”

With a nip to your earlobe, a rush of cold air flew over you as Pariston lifted himself off of you completely and walked away. Your brain seemingly stopped working then, every pleasant and tingly feeling that was once flooding you now completely dissipated as you registered the gentle slam of the office door closing.

Sitting up dizzily, your double vision barely caught the disappearance of his brightly coloured suit through the glass of the door as he turned a corner, officially deeming him out of sight and out of this room. No longer touching you, no longer tending to your needy body which was now crying out for him, that would do anything to return the ministrations of his hands and his mouth.

Your legs shook as you sat in silence, the only sound in your ears being the thudding of your racing heart and the soft pants you let out in attempted recovery from such a previously flustered state.

If you wanted Pariston to make you come… you had to finish the extra work from him first. The throbbing between your legs didn’t cease and wouldn’t seem to be any time soon, so with unsteady footing you managed to clutch the armrests of your chair and plop down into it with a thump, weakly reaching for your pen with one frail hand, then the now slightly wrinkled pile of unfinished papers that you were working on before his emergence with the other.

Swallowing dryly, you stared intently at your previous, sleekly written line at the start of the page. Moving your hand now, you finished the first letter of the first word with noticeably wonkier lines, your handwriting resembling that of a child’s. Glancing over at the bottle of wine that was still on your desk, you sighed deeply and couldn’t believe your contemplation of helping yourself to a glass. Or two. This was going to be a dreadfully unbearable night of overtime.

If only it had been anyone else who requested it, you’d have never been reduced to such a pitiful state in the first place. A pitiful state that was going to be teased at and exploited for as long as Pariston continued to be in your everyday life, which you knew he was going to be for a very, very long time.

#✧meyou #✧musinghxhmasterlist #hunter x hunter x reader #hxh x reader #hunter x hunter #hxh #pariston hill #pariston hxh #pariston hill x reader #pariston #yandere pariston hill #yandere hxh #yandere hunter x hunter #yandere hxh x reader

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kampflesben · 20 days

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I wanted to try one of these and it was absolute suffering 👍🏻 thanks to the people that sent me prompts still 😘

#pariston hill #muherr #yoo joonghyuk #jeyne westerling #pain naruto #kermit the frog #hunter x hunter #a song of ice and fire #naruto #omniscient reader's viewpoint #orv #asoiaf #hxh #nicks art

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chaotickryptonitecomputer · 1 year

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Cheadle is always so pissed off every time Pariston speaks. She really be like I HATE this guy just looking at him pisses her off but same LMAO

#hunter hunter #twelve zodiacs #pariston hill #gon freecss #killua zoldyck #leorio #hunter x hunter alluka #hunter x hunter #ging freecss #illumi zoldyck #kurapika #phantom troupe #chrollo lucifer x reader

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babydaddyleorio · 2 years

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Spoiled Rotten

Hcs of the Pariston Hill spoiling you

It’s safe to say that Pariston is loaded with a ton of money— by being the cunning politician that he is, of course. And because his pockets are so deep, whenever he’s In a relationship, he decides to spoil his partner.

Sometimes you wake up just to see that he’s gone and in his place is a box wrapped with sparkling red ribbons. When you open it you see that it’s something you wanted, whether it be the latest shoes or an expensive piece of jewelry. It’s always going to be something that catches the eye.

You get random notifications on your phone to see that Pariston has deposited funds in your account, always an amount that’s at least 3 digits. He later texts you “Did you like your surprise, love?” or “If you need more, just let me know.”

Takes you with him on business. He has you attached to his hip once you enter social circles, your job is to smile and look pretty to keep up appearances, of course. Though you can't complain too much since you get special treatment from everyone due to being the vice chairman’s partner.

Pariston always makes sure your self-care is on point. So you get feet and nails done, go to spas on the daily, and anything else you could think of.

He’s very materialistic and an attention whore so again, if he notices that you’ve been sad lately, you look out the window to see a brand new car waiting for you. Or if you’re at work, you’ll suddenly get a bouquet of roses on your desk that was shipped by him.

Sometimes he’ll give you acts of services like coming behind you to clasp the necklace, drawing your baths, or even cooking for you.

He also flies you out to different places. He’s taken you to France, Greece, etc.

— Pariston will see you standing on the balcony and step outside the sliding doors, his button-down still tucked in dress slacks.

“Are you enjoying yourself, dear?” He asked as he wraps his arms around your waist, and you hum in response while leaning your head into his chest.

“Yes, this trip has been great.”

You pause as you watch the waves crash in front of you.

“You treat me so well Pariston.” You say softly. “Thank you.”

Pariston smirks as he silently kisses the top of your head, squeezing your sides.

He had you right where he wanted you.

it’s so hard to write fluff for him, even when he’s nice he’s still the villain 💀

#pariston #pariston hill #pariston hxh #pariston hunter x hunter #hunter x hunter pariston #pariston hill x reader #pariston headcanons #parison hill headcanons #hunter x hunter #hxh #hxh imagines #hxh x reader #hunter x hunter x reader #hunter x hunter fluff #hxh fluff

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lollipop-writes · 1 year

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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kimbap-r0ll · 2 years

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Like my last ask... Pick five characters from HxH that would like a hyperactive, scary, volatile (cursing/flirty) s/o 😳

Hi! Thank you for the ask!

HxH x Hyperactive, Scary S/O (gn!reader)

Honestly this could be a lot of characters, but I’ll name the top few that popped into my head:

Hisoka

Is this even a surprise?

He would want someone that gives him energy, gives him the excitement he wants in life

He would want someone who can stand his flirting and might even flirt back

Hisoka’s also the kind of person to attempt to fight with their s/o if they can by pushing their buttons, so having someone who can fight would be nice for him

Overall you match his vibes and he lives for it

Shalnark

Like the last ask, I chose Shalnark since I feel like he would want someone with energy as well

He’s shown to be scary in his own way, so having someone who can stand it or at least match his wavelength would be nice

Imagine the kinds of things you guys would do together if you were both in the troupe against your enemies! Those poor ppl that cross you guys the wrong way

He wouldn’t at least once be scared of you since you guys are so similar, but he doesn’t actively try to make you angry or at least show your scarier side

Shalnark loves that you are hyperactive since you have the energy to spend the whole day with him, either it be playing video games or just hanging out

Pariston Hill

This man is chaotic and loves being in danger for some reason, thankfully he has you!

Like Hisoka, he likes living life on the edge, though his way of putting himself in dangerous situations is slightly different from Hisoka’s

He would push your buttons to get you in a scarier vibe, and then smile while saying he was joking

He likes observing you do your daily things since you’re so hyper and the energy matches him

You guys both like annoying the other zodiacs for sure (especially Cheadle since she’s so uptight and can’t catch up to you and Pariston’s energy)

Shizuku

I feel like she would be fine with your scariness but might have a bit of trouble catching up to your hyperactiveness, so she’s sort of half-and-half

But nonetheless, she likes having you around her since you give her energy and a bit of excitement in life

You guys both are terrifying when working together, with how calculating she is and your overall scary demeanor, whoever crosses you guys are bound to get mauled

You constantly give her something new to admire about you, which makes her happy

She won’t ever make you tip over even with your volatile personality, but she won’t stop you if someone makes you angry (hell she might even let you go take whatever made you upset out)

Neferpitou

I mean, Pitou’s basically a terrifying force, so you guys match each other’s wavelengths

Pitou’s interested in humans and how they work (if you are human that is) and so you immediately take Pitou’s interest

Pitou will try to push your buttons to see what you do (Pitou likes seeing how strong you are if you decide to fight)

Pitou will not wear out no matter how much energy you have, Pitou’s a Chimera Ant after all

Though Meruem always come first, Pitou would love hanging out with you because of your overall vibes

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Pariston Hill x Female Reader [His self-made present]

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Constellation: Pariston Hill x Female Reader Words I got: Christmas, Present, Underwear Rating: Mature Requested by: @Arisu

►►Look how pretty he is Getting his own present ready To drop on its knees when necessary.◄◄

[Picture is from a card collecting game]

The time moves steadily forward while the mountains of paper in front of you don't seem to diminish in the slightest – even though you've been working on them for hours. In a few minutes, it will strike midnight and your first day off in months will begin in your office. Christmas will start, the streets will rest quietly between the concrete walls of this city and maybe you'll treat yourself to something good to eat.

It is hard to keep concentrating on the letters and lines of the documents. Your head is already in the mood for closing time. Everything in you wants to relax, enjoy your holiday and do nothing at all for a fortnight – except maybe think a little about Pariston Hill.

He went home hours ago because his work is basically melting off his desk like ice cream. His cheerful mood has somehow kept the office alive. But staying behind alone quickly stifles joy and the ghostly mood wears on your nerves.

Again and again your gaze slides to the clock hands. They drag out every second and yet they are getting closer and closer to the full hour. You can count the moments on your fingers and when the hand finally moves past midnight, you drop everything and sit back.

“Merry Christmas to me.” You stretch your arms above your head and hear the crack in your shoulder. The rigidity at your desk has forced you into an uncomfortable position for far too long. Then you close your eyes, enjoying the silence in which no letters crash down on you and try to swallow you up. It's pleasant, peaceful, and for the first time in a while, you don't think anyone can spoil your end of the day with more work.

Pariston himself has always made it clear you will be on holiday for the next two weeks. And this despite you thought he found pleasure in flirting with you a little now and then to keep his day lively.

Perhaps you are just imagining his smiles for and his behaviour towards you. He is, after all, a desirable man and the women in his office are, mostly, much more beautiful than you are.

The atmosphere in your bureau lulls you to sleep. The tension finally falls away and your desk chair comfortably cushions you in leather. You keep your eyes closed, enjoy the blackness behind your eyelids and let yourself be carried away by unsteady thoughts. For half an eternity, until you hear the click of a lock and laboriously open your eyelids.

Fatigue has taken over your entire body, making it difficult to sit halfway upright in the chair and receive your guest. You realise too late that Pariston Hill has sneaked into your office.

“Mister Hill!” His presence, the mere sight of him, sends a lightning bolt through your body, making you jump up all at once. “How can I help you? What are you doing in the office so late? Haven't you already gone home?”

“I did.” The joyful smile on his lips makes you swallow. Of course, he was home. His suit isn't the same one he wore all noon. The yellow fabric on his body was missing. Instead, he had changed into a white suit, the hem of the collar and sleeves shimmering in dark green.

His gallant steps to your desk hold you captive. It is only when he sits down amusedly on the work surface and his red shirt gleams clearly in your eyes that the situation seems to take shape. Out of nowhere, he pulls a small red packet from the inside pocket of his jacket to set it down in front of you. Then he adjusts his white tie, which partially disappears under his green waistcoat.

“I thought I'd bring you a present before you go on holiday.” There is a serene joy in his voice that you would like to share with him, but the day has been too long for that. Instead, you accept the package with raised brows.

“Thank you. I wasn't expecting to get anything from you.” Slowly, you push yourself to your feet. It's time to go, so you don't actually fall asleep in the room and be overwhelmed by extra work the next day, despite being on holiday.

But Pariston raises his index finger as if you don't meet his requirements and it actually makes you hesitate for a moment.

“You should definitely open it.” His suggestion is the closest thing to an order. “And try it out. I won't look either.”

Once again, he gives you a bright smile that settles some of the amusement glistening in his eyes. Then he looks away, but remains seated at your desk. You have no idea what he is thinking or planning. The only thing anyone knows is that Pariston sometimes likes to joke with others to drive them up the wall. He is the most popular man in the Hunter Association and yet he is probably the most hated guy on the top floor.

Still, there's a tingle in your fingers. Opening the parcel has a strange charm, and you can't help but open it according to his wish. What your fingers pull out, however, isn't anything you take as a serious gift. What clings to your hands is soft fabric, Christmas red and forbiddingly skimpy. It is underwear with the Christmas smell of gingerbread clinging to it. Everyone knows they're not sold that way. It also means Pariston must have washed them.

“I ... don't know what to say to that.” The words escape you, but Pariston doesn't respond. He doesn't care if you say anything more. He wants you to try it out – put it on. And you know you won't get away with it. He won't let you go if you don't comply with his demand.

Once again, your eyes wander to the underwear he has brought you. Whatever he hopes to gain from it, it is nothing more than a game. And it's only lingerie, nothing to be afraid of.

So you take off your clothes.

Your eyes remain glued to Pariston's back the whole time. Your hands creep over your body, push aside the underwear and put on the present. The red brassiere tickles slightly at the neckline because white fur adorns the edges. The same goes for the top edge of the panties; the stockings that wrap smoothly around your legs and attach to the briefs with a suspender.

There are no matching shoes, so this sight is all you can offer Pariston, but if that's what it takes to get him to let you go, then it shall suffice.

“Done,” you announce to him. “But what's the point?”

Momentarily, Pariston turns to you before pushing himself off the desk and turning to face you fully. His eyes linger on you, scrutinising you from top to bottom, and when he gestures with a slight wave to come closer, you cannot resist. You obey, put up with it and endure his attention.

“Aren't you a lovely Christmas present?” The bubbling of his enthusiasm clings barely perceptibly to your perception. Only then do you comprehend his words.

“Christmas present? Who should I be a Christmas present for?”

“For me!” Elated, he steps closer to place a warm hand on your back. His closeness nestles almost innocently against your body, if it weren't for nimble fingers that settle on your bottom and systematically make you squeeze your legs a little closer together.

His face comes so close to yours that you are sure his scent is getting to you. So you hold your breath. For eternal seconds, his free hand slips between your legs and the other moves to your face so he can breathe a kiss on your lips. So gentle and unassuming you don't know how to react.

The heat of your body clings to his fingers, overcoming any obstacle to caress your skin. Simultaneously, there are those airy kisses, oddities that cloud your senses and from which you can't break away.

Pariston occupies your senses, gently caresses them and lovingly snuggles against your body while you feel the movements of his fingers inside you and no longer know how to push away the suffocating atmosphere between you. He isn't a man you can rely on, and yet he seems to desire you in his very own way.

His movements send electrifying currents through your body, enveloping you in soft sounds that glide across his lips as his tongue traces a thin line across your neck. All you can see is his shoulder, his suit, a bit of stray hair.

Your fingers claw at his back without restraint, tugging at him as the sigh on your tongue grows heavier and you let yourself fall in his arms for a moment. Heat washes over you. Your perception falters. Your fingers tremble and don't calm even as Pariston's hand dwindles between your legs and he takes two steps back.

It's no big deal to him as he wipes your lust from his fingers with a red cloth. “Looks like you enjoyed your second gift as well.”

The amused yet insidious smile on his part makes you falter as you wrap an arm around your body.

“I assume you have more gifts planned?” Your lips pucker as the warmth on your face refuses to go away. “What are you planning next?”

“A meal.” Instructively, Pariston raises a finger. “After all, it's Christmas and I don't want us to go to bed hungry.” With a shooing wave of his hand, he turns away. “You've got five minutes or I'll have to take you like this.”

You have no bloody idea what's going on in his head, but Pariston Hill wants to spend Christmas with you. The man who can't be caught is taking you out.

And on this night, it shall be enough. It shall be good enough to make Christmas a little more pleasant, even if it is only for one night.

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Pls can u do ging x reader and reader is gon mother?

THANK YOU - ging x reader

a/n: this prompt is almost two years old. i apologize for the wait and hope it was worth it. warnings: spoilers (chimera ant and election arcs)

summary: after hearing about gon's injuries, you rush to swardani city to see your son, and confront his father. word count: 1,133

the air conditioning system hummed loudly as you sat across from ging in an empty meeting room inside the headquarters of the hunter's association.

there was a feeling of uneasiness, and anxiety that plagued you. it had been years since you had last seen ging. thirteen to be exact.

you had made a heartbreaking departure from him and your son many years ago, due to circumstances outside your control. and now you sat here, heartbroken, looking the man you once loved unconditionally in the eye, now filled with anger and hatred.

how. how could he have let this happen? how could he be so irresponsible? how could he be so immature?

your son, gon, was currently in the hospital. not only was he beyond recognition, he was also in critical condition, facing death every moment with no one having any clue how to bring him back. the moment you heard, you left everything behind and rushed to swardani city, fearful that your son may die before you ever got to tell him how sorry you were for leaving.

you had spent almost every waking hour at his bedside, sobbing. sobbing so hard you thought your lungs would collapse, so hard that you had to gasp for air. crying until you were numb, and the hospital staff gingerly escorted you out of his room, explaining to you that visiting hours had came to a close.

"you have a hell of alot to explain to me, ging." your eyes were red and puffy, with dark circles underneath. it was clear that sleep wasn't something you had been familiar with the past few weeks.

"i dont know what there is to explain. i don't know much more than you do, and frankly i don't appreciate you pinning this on me." he hissed, clearly bitter. after so many years the only time you had made an effort to see him was now. and it was to scold him.

"how could you leave him?" you asked, your voice shaking, the tears began to well in your eyes, burning them.

"hey, i could ask you the exact same thing." ging took no time to remind you that you had also left.

"i left with confidence you would take care of him-"

"but you left so really what right do you have to turn up after all this time and ride my ass about things outside of my control!?" he snapped, his brown eyes were fixed on you, burning a hole right through you.

"at least i came to visit him, that's more than you're doing asshole!"

"did it ever occur to you that i CAN'T go see him." ging replied curtly. he wasn't one to outwardly express emotions frequently, but you could tell something was different this time.

once more the room fell to silence, the air conditioning unit the only sound to be heard, were you not in the middle of the concrete jungle that is swardani city, you likely would have heard crickets chirping.

"what do you mean you can't?? of course you can he's practically right next door!" you angirly hissed back in response. how dare he insinuate hes too busy to see his own son who was barely holding on to life as you spoke.

"that's not what i mean and you know it." his expressionless facade was fading, you were cracking through the mask he paraded around with to look tough. you were seeing a part of him nobody had ever seen, except for you.

you stayed silent, eyes trailing down to the faux wood grain table. waiting for him to elaborate. you knew from past experience this could take a matter of minutes or more. but you waited nonetheless for him to finally speak.

"i don't think you understand the guilt i harbor, ___." ging finally spoke up, his eyes locked onto yours the moment you looked up, not allowing you to escape his gaze of honesty.

"mito knew. . . she knew I'd always be the same guy. she filed for custody of gon, she said my line of work was too dangerous, and that i wouldn't be able to take care of him properly. and to my surprise, I sit here today and admit, she was right." ging spoke, his voice remained level headed and cool, he didnt allow the emotions to play part in how he spoke.

he took a deep breath in, eyes flickering to the ceiling. "despite all the training and trials i laid out meticulously for him to get stronger..." he trailed off.

"i don't know what i would do differently... had he been with me would this still have happened or worse? or would it have been avoided all together." he rambled on a bit longer.

"why didn't you just say all this before, ging?" you asked, brows furrowing, tears still falling softly from your cheeks.

"psh.." he made a face, one lined with disgust, a rare change in emotion.

"ging. it's not your fault."

his eyes darted back to you. "since when do you have a sudden change in opinion?"

"since we've made it to this point in the conversation. " you replied curtly, following suit of his answers prior.

ging mumbled under his breath. "from what i hear he's a lot like you. he's got your optimism." ging responded blankly, a pang sent through your heart as you were brought back into the blinding reality of why you were there with him.

"are you going to do anything to address the issue at hand amongst the zodiacs?" you questioned, checking the clock in the wall. the others could burst in at any moment. "you know its causing a lot of pressure on their backs during the election. many of the hunters are well aquainted with or know of gon, they expect answers and they expect you visiting him.

"it's none of their business to be frank. that's the problem with this whole association, ___. everyone believes theyre entitled to a slice of other people's lives. especially pariston. i'm sick of him being up my ass about this whole situation. " ging rambled on and on about his hatred for pariston but love for the hunt for a few solid minutes before switching back to the current topic.

"look, what i mean to say is, they can spread all the rumors they want, i'm not changing. and i'm not inviting them into our life."

oh ging... still as shy and stubborn as he ever was.

"wait. ___, before you go..." ging spoke, his face flushing and his nerves beginning to tie his vocabulary up in knots. "thank you." he said loudly, though the distance between you and him was nowhere near needing of such volume.

the air conditioning finally kicked off, leaving you in a room of dead air and space. you checked the clock again, the rythmic ticking began to inidicate the nearing of the next hour, when ging would be expected to meet with other zodiacs.

you stood up, pushing the chair you had been previously occupying in and gathering your personal effects. "i suppose it should be time for me to drop back in at the hospital. i hate being away for so long." you turned, reafhing for the door.

"for what.....?"

"coming back."

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