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l1tw1ck · 4 months

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Saw you write for hxh, I was wondering if you could do something with Feitan x dom male reader, anything. There’s barely any content like that.

sub!bottom!ftm feitan x dom!top!male reader

this super duper short, srry

cw: mild dub-con, rope bondage, aphrodisiacs, nipple play, creampie

Feitan wakes up in an unknown bedroom, naked and wrapped in black ribbons. He looks up at you in confusion, his vision blurry and cheeks flushed. “What's going on?”

You look at the card attached to the end of the ribbon and chuckle. ‘Merry Christmas – Chrollo’. “Looks like Chrollo sent me a late Christmas gift.” You lick your lips. “Can't believe you've been hiding a body like this all this time.”

He realizes what's going on, his body growing even hotter. He's definitely been drugged but he can't say that his attraction to you is only because of the aphrodisiac coursing through his body. He wants this. He smirks. “Merry Christmas then, [Name].” He spreads his legs.

Feitan moans loudly, tears streaming down his cheeks as you ram into his wet cunt. You litter kisses and bites along his body, grinning when you hear him whine from biting his nipple. You lick the hardened bud and earn more whines and whimpers from Feitan. You use your hand to show love to his other nipple. He digs his nails into his palms and comes with a loud shout, his soft walls flexing around your cock. You pull away from his chest and bring him into a kiss while you continue fucking him. Thanks to the drug, he’d be upset if you did stop.

You finally slow down and come inside of him. Feitan smiles happily at the warm, gooey feeling inside him.

#wicks🕯️shorts #top male reader #male reader #feitan x male reader #feitan x reader #hunter x hunter smut #hunter x hunter x reader #hunter x hunter x male reader #hxh smut #ftm character #sub character #tw dubious consent

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reallyromealone · 6 months

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DAY🎃 EIGHTEEN🎃 SEX TAPE - Illumi

Warnings

Consensual recording, male reader, bottom male reader, smut, rough sex, ass eating, cum, biting

(Name) sat on the bed as Illumi set up a camera, both naked as Illumi glanced at him.

One would have thought this would be (name)s idea but no no;

This was all Illumi.

The black haired man had discusses wanting to remember (name) during this mission and it warmed (name)s heart till he said "I wish to remember my cock raviging your ass"

And that's how they got here.

"You promise no one else will see this?" He asked IllumI who kissed him "of course my love" and immediately began making out with him, keeping (name)s pretty body infront of the camera, he didn't want to miss anything, tugging at his nipples harshly. Moving from the kiss he kissed down his face and neck, leaving hickeys all over as he went before biting at (name)s poor nipple "ah!" (Name) tossed his head back as Illumi devoured his chest and played with his other nipple, hand sneaking down to tug at his cock "fucking... Oh god don't stop!" (Name) pulled at Illumis onyx hair and kissed at his ear, wanting to give a show for his beloveds journey.

"Please...I prepped myself already please..."

"I'll fuck you when I decide to" Illumi bit his chest harshly as punishment and (name) let out a loud moan, nearly cumming at that second but Illumi held his cock tightly "cum and I don't fuck you" he hissed looking at (name) with a colder look but the other pouted and nodded "good boy" he said returning to his actions, he wanted to enjoy (name) before he left "kiss..?" (Name) asked and IllumI moved him so he was sattled on Illumis lap, cocks touching at the tips as Illumi kissed him with love and passion, he was never the most expressive but times like this reminded (name) at how much Illumi adored him.

Illumi spread (name)s cheeks for the camera and groped and fondled to his hearts content before pushing two fingers into the prepped ass "god your fingers are amazing..." (Name)s mouth hung open as Illumi slowly pumped his fingers in and out to get all of (names) reactions, and reactions he gave as Illumi pushed him to lay on the bed and his head just tiltong off the bed as Illumi moved and bent (name)s legs so he could lick the others ass, licking around the rim as the camera caught all of (name)s pretty reactions "please..." He whispered and IllumI bit his thigh as a warning before going back to his meal "o-oh gosh!" His poor legs shaking as his toes curled "close!"

Finally Illumi took pity on him, flipping him ass up head down and rubbing the blunt head of his cock against (name)s poor ass that clenched around the tip as it pushed in "fuck... So big.." (name) whispered and glanced at the camera with a slight moan as drool feel onto the bed "oh god..."

Illumi was always a quiet lover, closing his eyes to enjoy the sound of his love get fucked into the next century as he began thrusting and (name) clung to the sheets as Illumi picked up speed.

The camera got everything, Illumi lifting (name)s leg over his shoulder for a better view as the smell of sex filled the space "pleaseplease oh god I'm close!"

"Then be a good boy and cum" Illumi said slightly strained as his hips stuttered and ground against (name) who came hard and IllumI groped the others ass cheek before continuing "w-what?" Poor (name)s eyes crossed slightly as the other hit his prostate.

"Hm? You think this would be enough? I'm going to be gone for a month after all..."

#kinktober 2023 #illumi x male reader #illumi x reader #hxh x reader #hxh x male reader #hxh smut #hunter x hunter x male reader #hunter x hunter x reader #hunter x hunter smut

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you-can-call-me-fangs · 2 years

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Illumi Headcannons I Have I Don't Think Other People Have (NSFW Edition)

a/n: This is honestly just a glorified list of Illumi smut ideas that I'm trying to keep track of and I need to free up space in my drafts, but still facts

Contains: brief mention of cnc via hypnosis, praise kink, feminization/femboy Illumi, incest kink (I think) but not really maybe incest roleplay? (I dont know), Illumi's internalized homophobia shows up for a second

Illumi is a pillow princess and I will die believing that

How can you tell me he's NOT a pillow princess? He practiaclly has to carry the Zoldyck family on his back because Killua's away and won't do it himself all while holding a steady job and now your telling me he does all the work in bed too? Nah fam

He's not doing anything, except maybe from time to time he'll give you a blowjob or ride you but he's not doing anymore than that

He likes to be in any postion with you where he can look at you because duh, it's Illumi

When Illumi is really getting into it with you -and probably a fair bit of overstimulation- his claws will retract out

Most of the time his hands end up clutching your back and he'll accidentally scratch you really really hard, to the point where he's not just leaving red marks on you but is full on tearing your skin open most times

It's not his fault he doesn't do it on purpose it just happens in the moment

This has definitely resulted in multiple sheets and pillows getting torn apart too

Illumi will honestly do pretty well with degradation, he gets a little turned on at the thought of you taking his usually stoic and expressionless demeanor and turning him into a messy slut for you, and then you verbally pointing this out to him, he can't help but get a little flustered, but you wanna know where the real money makers at? Praise

Please praise him, like, all the time

The praise can come in any form too, you can praise him for how well and deep he's taking you inside himself, praise him for how long he can hold out from cumming after you told him not to, praise him for sucking your cock so nicely, even just calling him a good boy the whole time is high praise to Illumi

I don't think Illumi actually full on blushes either he has more of a subtle blush where only his ears and the back of his neck will turn pink, most of his face won't actually change color that much

But expect to see him blushing the most after you've praised him, I'm telling you it works like magic on him!

Illumi will sometimes just straight up start shivering typically from overstimulation

You'll not so accidentally keep thrusting perfectly into the spot that drives him crazy and the way that he will react is by shaking (and maybe a little wimpering) his body just doesn't know how else to react

Illumi is usually pretty good at keeping his moans in and even prefers to do that

It's not that he doesn't want you to hear his moans it's just that he's been taught his whole life to be silent so it feels unnatural to him to make so much noise

Luckily for you it gets really hard for Illumi to hold back his moans when he's so fucked out he barely knows what's going on around him

By the way his moans are ✨gorgeous✨ like the kind of sound you would only ever hear in heaven because they're so angelic and pretty

Not too loud but not too soft either they're just the perfect volume everytime

He even has those dragged out kind of moans- UGH it's beautiful, he's beautiful, I can't stand it!

Illumi lowkey wants to put himself under the control of his pins and give you the control to do whatever you want with him where he can't say no

I don't know if it's actually plausible for Illumi to hypnotize himself with his own nen ability, but if it is, he's on board with it

A secret sort of guilty pleasure for Illumi is when you call him your brother, whether you call him your little brother or your big brother is gonna have differing effects too

If you call him big brother Illumi gets this weird sense of pride, like he was able to provide for you in way that only he could, he was able to help fulfill your sexual wants and do it in a way that really satisfied you, it feels fucking amazing to him

A sort of 'I'm happy if you're happy' situation

Now if you call him little brother...oh boy

In Illumi's mind he's already giving you so much control over him, please do whatever you want to him and don't worry about how he feels it's all about you, you are the "older brother" after all

Even if he's taller than you he will feel so small compared to you

Illumi has a secret urge to where feminine clothing but he's been repressing the shit out of it ever since he saw the way his family treated Alluka, but whenever he's around you he feels comfortable enough to wear that type of clothing in front of you and show it off for you, but only you and no one else

The type of feminine clothes he would wear are your usual femboy outfits, skirts, dresses, maid outfits, even shoes with a heel to them, he's willing to wear it all, not only does Illumi like dressing up girly but he looks damn good while doing it

Illumi is a homophobic homosexual, there I said it, he will have full on bl sex with you, will let you top and everthing, the whole shebang, but the minute you try to hold his hand during sex, he immediately pulls his hand away and tells you how gay that is. Like, to your face asks you why would do something that gay? Sir, I am inside you right now, what sick game is this?

#uh oh my urge to see Illumi in a skirt is showing #I had way too much fun making this #especially the last bit hehe #Bottom Illumi Gang where you at?#illumi smut #illumi x reader #illumi zoldyck x reader #illumi x male reader #top male reader #hxh x male reader #hunter x hunter x male reader #hunter x hunter x reader #hxh x reader

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sweetheart4you · 6 months

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Thinking about Hanahaki & Star Tear disease. Aged up (18 y/o) Killua since I was him for Halloween this year.

WARNINGS: Angst, Blood, Death, No comfort, Killugon mentions, My own version of Star Tear disease

For Killua, the flowers you'd spit up would be Heliotropes. They mean everlasting love.

Killua has always loved Gon, never taking his eyes off of him. When you came into the group of four, you never expected to fall for the platinum blonde boy. Yet you did. Killua never looked at you or gave you a second thought. The only person who ever actually loved you, even just as a sibling, was Kurapika. So obviously you told him when you got Hanahaki and Star Tear disease.

Surprisingly, you were able to slow both of them down with Nen, though you refused to get surgery or confess to Killua. You were content dying for him. Eventually, Gon, in front of the group, asked you what romantic love was to you.

“Love is when you're willing to die for someone, even if there's a cure. Just so you won't forget them. Love is when you're slowly going blind for them because you won't confess your love to them, as they are in love with someone else, and to hear it would only cause more pain. Love is painful.. Physically, emotionally, and psychologically..”

You had started to cry halfway through your answer, making your Star Tear disease known to the group. Watching as your tears left your cheeks, became dark blue stars, and floated to the ceiling, they all gasped. All but Kuripika, who knew and had seen you cry before. Your vision went more blurry, even after you'd stopped crying.

That was the first time he'd looked at you. It was the first time he'd actually seen you. And all he saw was someone so foolishly loyal to an asshole. Then they all witnessed you cough up flowers and blood. They were full flowers, which meant you were closer to dying.

Out of concern, they all took you to the hospital where the doctor explained.

“First, Hanahaki disease is a disease that kills someone who has unrequited love for someone. Hanahaki is when, because of that unrequited love, flowers sprout in the victims lungs. They will slowly cough up petals, turned to petals with blood, turned to full flowers, turned to full flowers with blood. Each one of these is a stage. The last stage is the closest to death. The flowers the victims cough up have meaning, y/n is coughing up Heliotropes, and Heliotropes mean everlasting love. The cure is to either have your unrequited love to love you back or to take the surgery.

Star Tear disease is a disease that turns the victims' tears to stars. Generally, these stars are the favorite color of the victims' unrequited love. The victims will slowly become blind the more they cry. The only cure is to confess to your unrequited love.

Unfortunately, Y/n decided not to take the surgery. We cannot do anything without his consent.”

(Time skip cause I'm impatient)

It has been weeks since you last went to that doctor. You were now almost fully blind. You decided you wanted to take a walk with Killua.

“It's been a while since we last talked, huh?”

“Yea, Y/n..”

“I can't wait for you and the group to go back to York New City. I thought I'd be able to go this time.”

“What do you mean, Y/n? You are going to go with us”

“Killua—” You had a coughing fit, now coughing up a bunch of flowers and blood. You gave him a sad look and put your hand on his cheek. “—I love you so much - I just couldn't forget you.” You went limp just as quick as you had confessed to him.

Killua put Heliotropes down on your grave. It had been years. He should be over you, shouldn't he? He regrets not realizing he loved you sooner. It hurts him knowing if he had just looked at you before you were dying—

“I love you too, Y/n.. I miss you so so much..”

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hunn1e-bunn1e · 1 year

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Hunter 🎣 × 🎣 Hunter

🌱Gon Freecias ➳

Forest Boy

🔗Kurapika Kurta ➳

Chained to the Rythem

Guillotine

Cross My Heart

💼Leorio ➳

Sugar Baby Switcheroo

Love is Like a Million Bucks

Doctor, Doctor

Money Hungry

× × × × × × × × × × × × × × × × × × × × × × × × × × × × × ×

Silva Zoldyck ➳

Nothing yet...

🪡Illumi Zoldyck ➳

Stars

Secret Lovers

🎮Milluki Zoldyck ➳

Digital Deception

Electra-Heart

⚡Killua Zoldyck ➳

Nothing yet...

👘Kalluto Zoldyck ➳

Nothing yet...

🎭Alluka Zoldyck ➳

Nothing yet...

× × × × × × × × × × × × × × × × × × × × × × × × × × × × × ×

➕Chrollo Lucilfer ➳

Book Store Side–Eye

Mind's Eye

Like a Fairytale

P U L S E

Nobunaga Hazama ➳

Nothing yet...

☠Feitan Portor ➳

Love Me Before Dawn

Bleeding Hearts

Ultra Gore (in drafts)

Pinky Swear

Skin and Bones

Die

Heart-thorne

Lonesome

Blood Sport

Overwhelming

Black Valentine (in drafts)

Trembling Heart (in drafts)

Chasing the Sun

The Good in Me

All I Have

🧵Machi Komacine ➳

Made with Love

🤡Hisoka Morrow ➳

Pending Prison Time

More of a Red Blanket

Let Your Hair Down

🦂Phinks Magcub ➳

Big Boys

📱Shalnark ➳

Baby Hotline

📿Franklin Bordeau ➳

Nothing yet...

👓Murasaki Shizuku ➳

Swiffer +

🧠Pakunoda ➳

Nothing yet...

Bonolenov Ndongo ➳

Nothing yet...

🦁Uvogin ➳

A Beast of a Man

👁Kortopi ➳

Bby

🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.•

Back to the Masterlist Hub?

#masterpost #masterlist #male reader #gender neutral reader #gn reader #hxh masterlist #hunter x hunter masterlist #hxh x reader #hxh x male reader #hxh x gn reader #hxh x gender neutral reader #hunter x hunter #hxh #hunter x hunter x reader #hunter x hunter x male reader #hunter x hunter x gn reader #hunter x hunter x gender neutral reader

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fanon-canon-idfk · 2 years

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What fandoms do you write for?

As of now I openly write for fandoms such as:

Toilet Bound Hanako Kun

Bungou Stray Dogs

Vanitas No Carte

HUNTER X HUNTER

Soul Eater

Higurashi

Saiki K

Ouran Highschool Host Club

Fandoms I plan to write for possibly in the future are:

Milgram

Junji Ito Collection

Arcane

Doki Doki Literature Club

And any fandoms people suggest because truthfully I need to watch/read/play more stuff-

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misstycloud · 9 days

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Imagine yandere vampire hunter finding out he married one of the creatures he vowed to destroy. The very monster he dedicated his entire life to kill.

“…no..i-it can’t be..” his voice was barely a whisper, but you heard it loud and clear as if he was right next to you.

You stood still in the darkness, your face was a mask of indifference. If you hadn’t been blinking he would have mistook you for a statue. It appeared you’d been careless and let yourself be seen- by him no less. You could still feel the warmth of the blood dripping down you chin; a curtain of red fell down the front of your dress and stained it.

“Please tell me this isn’t real..” your husband let his eyes wander to the soon-lifeless body laying not far away. Small puffs of air was seen coming for the person, indicating they were not yet dead. The disgusting sound of gurgling in one’s own blood sent a shiver down his spine. His eyes met yours, searching for any sort of confirmation that everything was indeed a figment of his imagination.

“It is, I’m afraid.” You said.

He let out a devestatd choke, muttering ‘no’ over and over while shaking his head, clearly in denial.

You reminded yourself not to show any emotion and stepped forward. “I will not lie to you and therefor I will utter the clear truth in front of you. I am a vampire.”

“No, no you’re not.” He refused to believe it. If it had been his friend; he would prioritise duty before friendship. If it was his brother; he would do the same. Even if it was his own parents; he would die before letting insensible things such as emotions to come in the way of doing what is right. But this was different. It was you. It can’t be you. It could never be you.

But it was. Clearly. The evidence- the body- was right in front of him; unblinking and unmoving.

“You cannot look away from what is in front of you-“

“Stop saying that!” He suddenly shouted, surprising you with the sudden change in tone. “You can’t be one of….them.” He expressed in great repulsion.

Despite knowing how evil your kind is, you still though of yourself as quite good- well, as good as you can be when you’re a blood sucking, murderous creature of the night. So your husbands disdain awoke some sort of defensiveness in you.

“Well I am. And I have been for a while now.”

He seemed to think for a moment. Then he asked, “how long? How long have you been a…a vampire?” He furrowed his brow at the end, not believing he’d connect ‘you’ and the word ‘vampire’ in his life.

“36 years. Not as long as some others, but it should still count as something.”

“Oh god..”

It meant that you were one since the start- no before- your marriage. Was he truly that blind? Had love taken such hold of him that he could no longer do his job properly?

How many vampires had he killed during you union? All that while simultaneously being wed to one himself. While loving one, caring for one and even making passionate love to one. It was like some fucked-up punishment tailor-made for him.

He knew what he had to do.

The first tear fell down his cheek, betraying his stern expression and showcasing his endless sorrow. “You are evil,” he raised his crossbow, “and now you have to be judged for your crimes.” How ironic of him to talk about committing crimes of slaughter as if he wasn’t doing exactly the same. He wasn’t stupid; not all immortals were pure darkness, it wasn’t that simple. They do what they have to in order to survive. Only some killed more than they had to. Still, it didn’t change the fact that they all need to be destroyed.

Your eyes widened when he pointed the weapon straight at you. You expected this. Of course he would kill you. However, a part of you could not stop from hoping he wouldn’t think of you as a monster. That perhaps you’d finally find somewhere you can call home and be accepted for what you are. It was a naive dream. Weren’t you his wife before you were a monster? Apparently not, because an arrow shot at you at incredible speed. It hit you in the arm and you cried out in pain.

While you had physical advantages, it doesn’t mean you are immune to pain.

Ripping it out, you studied the black liquid staining it. Your husband swore and immediately prepared to launch another. You felt your fangs grow in length and you hissed at him. Throwing yourself at him the two of you rolled around on the floor, each trying to restrain the other. You managed to get ahold of his crossbow and threw it away form his reach.

Your husband quickly dug into his pockets to grab a dagger, and tried to stab you. Luckily you stopped him in time, fighting him with your vampiric strength. You had to give it to him, he was surprisingly strong for a human. Despite you having supernatural gifts, he was definitely a match and you had a hard time holding you down. If it was any other situation you would have been impressed and rather seduced by his sheer strength, unfortunately this was not a good situation for you.

You leaned down, planning to bite him, but his fast reflexes let him use his free arm to keep you at a distance. He was now on the floor with you straddling him and trying with all your might to end his life.

Your husband knocked your heads together which was the distraction he needed to kick you off of him. You clenched you forehead in pain and backed away. But there was no more time to dwell on that pain, because it was minor compared to what you felt next. Agony was in your side, accompanied by the dagger you had previously defended yourself against.

Your lover was close. Enough for you to feel his breath, and enough for you to see tears running down his regretful face.

“Why was it you?”

Whether he referred to you being a vampire or you being the one he married, you did not know. It hardly mattered anyway.

In a way, you did love your husband. It was probably not in the normal spousal way but it was there. Maybe if you weren’t a blood-sucker you two would have been truly happy together. Too bad fate had other plans. Even though it was true that you were probably evil, you wanted to live. And despite the one threatening your existence was none other than the man who’d show a you devotion and love you though t you’d never find again, this was not where you wanted it to end.

With a shriek, you used all your power to push him as hard as you could. He flew backwards into the wall. You supposed he’d fainted from the force since he wasn’t making any move to get up. You clutched your side and groaned. You had to get out of there; somewhere safe.

You stumbled to the window and put your foot on the ledge. The dagger he’d stabbed you with must be silver, otherwise it wouldn’t have made as much damage. The wound in your side burned and sizzled with pain. You had no idea if your body would be able to fully heal you in time for when you need blood again- or even at all.

“Ugh….”

You heard a cough from behind you. It was your dearest. He must be sturdier than he looks to have woken up so quickly. He had rolled over to lay on his stomach and had his arms pathetically stretched in your direction.

“D-don’t go.”

You scoffed at his audacity. “What, so you can finally finish me off?”

He whimpered, “ N-no, I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have done that- why did I do that?” The last part appeared to be a criticism on himself. Nevertheless he continued, “please, I won’t do it again. I was wrong, you’re not evil I know that, I don’t know why I said that. I’m so sorry, please..”

A frown adorned your face. “It’s okay. I’m not evil, but I know I’m far from good- I’m not that delusional.” Then you turned back to the view of the outside world.

“Wait, no-“

“I have to go. I really mean it when I say this, ‘thank you for all these years together, they have been the happiest days I am now able to remember’.

“My love, don’t-“

You ignored his pleas as you jumped from the window. You landed in the dirt outside. You looked back at the house which you’d just escaped from and as you prepared to run off to another town and build up a new life (until you’d eventually have to run again) you listened to the scream of the man who’d been your husband for six years.

What was he screaming? What else if not your name.

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heartfullofleeches · 1 day

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Deerboy Yan who tries to get himself caught in cannibal hunter reader's nets so they'll take him back to their home where they'll hopefully have their way with him and keep him as their pet-

"Ahhh- Help! I was walking home all by myself when I felt into this net. It's getting dark soon- Somebody, please save me."

The switch of a pocket blade slices through the still night air. His ears twitch as a twig snaps somewhere in the darkness brooding over his shoulder. Exhilaration draws at the corner of his lips as a voice rasps out- eerily calming as it is dreadfully familar. Like a second kiss with death.

"These traps aren't for you, Deer."

A single cut is all it takes for the net to come crashing to the forest floor.

"Not enough meat on your bones for me. You aren't exactly my preferred choice of meat to start off with."

The deer claws his way out of the net's opening. The drop wasn't too steep, and he needed to act quick. He's been in enough of your safer traps to know his way out - nine times out of ten. Dragging his nails and body through the dirt, the net's rope tangles around his hooves as he struggles. The hybrid tries to kick it off till near exhaustion- flopping onto his back as he kicks his tied legs in the air for you to see.

"But look at what how clumsy I am. It would be so easily for you to drag me back to your house like this.... Using me for hours till I can't fight back anymore when you finally decide to free me."

You turn to walk away.

"You know I think I'd be good bait for other humans."

You stop dead in your tracks.

"A weak, helpless deer chained up in that old slaughter house. "Help, Help! They're going to kill and eat me next. Please, won't somebody save me?" Pretty convincing, right? Just think about all the meat you could have - if you just take me home with you."

A squeal of joy escapes the hybrid's lips as you grab him by the antler's - pulling him along in the direction of your cabin.

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constawrites · 8 months

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Turn ons’ on OP men

Male! Reader

Corazon, Shanks, Zoro, Sanji.

MINORS DON’T INTERACT

•The content below is explicit and it may blur the romantic concept of a minor’s mind. Please have discretion and do not read it if you’re under 18, i am not responsible of whatever problem you may present by reading this at a young age.•

Corazon/Rosinante Donquixote

•Seeing you walk around with his feathers coat.

Nothing looks more sexier for him than you on his clothes, the black feathers making your pretty eyes shine but more important how adorable you look. May be associated to his size kink but walking around in a clothe so much bigger than you just gives him more desire to pull you to his room and fuck you with feathers an’ all.

“Fuck..! Keep it like that, tightening around me so well…”

“Cora-san..!” You whimpered under him, whining and sandwiching most of your moans, you weren’t exactly allowed to be in bed with him.

“I think this coat fits better on you..Make sure to use it more often.” He kissed your forehead with a smirk and kept pounding into you.

Akagami no Shanks

•Jewelry.

Nothing looks hotter for him than jewelry of any type: Long necklaces, golden or silver chains around your neck, chokers, earrings..There’s something of the cold shiny material that gets him going all night. It’s just time till he drags you to the nearest private place on the Red Force to fuck you right, your pretty necklace hanging from your not-covered chest as the cold metal of your rings wrap around his length.

“Keep sucking me like that—oh god..” He whimpered the quietest he could as your jeweled hand pumped the base of his cock and your lips sucked his tip and the half of his length.

“Good boy..Sucking me so good with those pretty lips..~” he smirked and gave you a chuckled as his hand came to play and spin the rings on your fingers that were still wrapped around his girth for a sure grip.

Zoro

•You training.

God if he could choose one thing of you that is hotter than summer on Texas he would say watching you train. The way your locks of hair stick to your forehead; how your lips are slightly parted as you do cardio, or your heavy breathing while running. It all looks so fucking hot to him. The thin later of sweat makes your muscles shine slightly to the sun and when you throw your bottle of water on yourself by the heat he can’t help but groan at the sight of your wet shirt getting more transparent and showing your pecs. He’ll definitely fuck you from behind, taking you by the hips as you tried to do your plank repetitions.

“Your ass is so tight, you’ve been getting me hard all day with your stupid training routine, you can’t blame me— Ah!— now..” He groaned as he fucked you from behind, your pretty moans leaving your lips as clapping skin filled the room.

Sanji

•Taking his cigarette and blowing the smoke on his face.

As usual you were on the kitchen, sitting on the cabin as Sanji ended up cooking for the crew. He lit a cigarette as usual and offered it to you after him giving a few puffs, you took and, wanting to tease him, blew the smoke right on his face as he spoke to you in front of your face. His face got all red and damn, you weren’t going out of that kitchen any time soon.

“Sanji! Oh fuck, like that!” You moaned as the blonde man sinked between your legs, sucking hardly on your sex as you gripped his hair for dear life.

“Give me your sweet taste..” He mumbled, diving in his job again, people in this ship wouldn’t eat anytime soon.

A/N: Hope you liked it!

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illubean · 4 months

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chrollo and kurapika (separate) with a reader who’s an artist and have a sketchbook that’s full with drawings of them<3

Chrollo and Kurapika With Artist!Reader

Characters: Kurapika Kurta, Chrollo Lucilfer Type: Fluff, Headcanons, Gn!reader

my wifi is down until monday so i gotta write from my phone 😔 also kinda short sry >_<

Warnings: None

Kurapika Kurta

when he first sees you with the sketchbook he keeps note of the fact you like to draw

he likes to pay attention to your interests, maybe he could gift you some new pencils or something at some point

he won't pressure you to show him whats in it but he'll get curious eventually and ask

if you show him the drawings willingly and proudly he's going to be extremely flustered

you drew him? on your own will?? and you're proud of it!????!!?

he's bright red and stammers out a compliment on your skills

if you happen to leave your sketchbook open somewhere where he can see it?

he feels a little bad for looking and invading your privacy

but he just cant help it, it's sitting right there

after seeing the first 2 drawings of himself he cant help but flip through it

surprise surprise, there's more

eventually he gets embarrassed and shuts the sketchbook

he wouldn't bring it up to you he's just too flustered about it

he really does appreciate it though

he didn't think anyone would care that much about him to turn him into their muse :(

Chrollo Lucilfer

oh boy

i think him finding out you have a sketchbook full of him would just inflate his ego

he's so smug about it

he probably caught you in the act, sneaking up behind you and peeking over your shoulder

"if you needed a model you should've just asked"

he asks to see all of the drawings and offers to pose for you the next time you decide to draw him

while flipping through the pages he lets out a laugh of endearment

he thinks you're just the cutest thing ever, doting on him like that

he would steal you the finest art supplies he can get his hands on

probably offered to be a nude model for you a few times 😭

let's pretend he has a house or you guys live together

if you give him any of your artworks he would def frame them and put them up around the house

he enjoys art and believes your talent should be showcased

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reallyromealone · 1 year

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Can we have Omega Illumi x Omega (Reader)? You mentioned in the Omega Illumi Headcannon that he wouldn't want to carry a baby so he would get another Omega pregnant.

Absolutely ❤️

@gaybitchfx look, more of your mans

Omega and omega relationships were often frowned upon, usually by alphas who felt entitled to omegas.

Illumi never had any intention of carrying a pup, the Omega never being interested in alphas but instead he was VERY interested in other omegas though finding an Omega wasn't essy, then he met him.

(Name).

The Omega was Illumis beloved, the two sharing heats and Illumi pleased his mate took on the more Omegan traits like nesting and such.

So when (name) spoke of wanting pups, Illumi was more than happy to provide.

Omegas hard a harder time getting one a other pregnant so when it finally happened (name) was sobbing with joy, Illumi pleased his mate was with their tiny pup.

The first few months was a nightmare for poor (name), his chest swollen and sore and everything made him sick.

Illumi tried to comfort his Omega but poor (name) was mainly resting in his nest exhausted.

Mid pregnancy he was sore everywhere as his belly grew "so when am I supposed to feel this stupid glow ?" (Name) asked his mate who kissed his temple "this will pass"

"It better..."

By the end of the pregnancy (name) was on bed rest which would be fine if he didn't suddenly have maximum energy and was unreasonably needy.

Illumi practically had to force him into the nest with the promise of treats, he was tempted to use a needle on him a few times but went against it.

The promise of treats worked better.

"He's so little..." (Name) whispered as they looked at the tiny babe with big black doe eyes who fed on (name)s chest with little content sounds as they sat in their bed, (name) on full bed rest and the two scented the tiny baby who cooed at the contact.

"I want more" (name) said seriously and Illumi smiled

#omegaverse #male reader #omega male reader #illumi x male reader #hunter x hunter x male reader #hunter x hunter x reader #hxh x male reader #hxh x reader #illumi x reader

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djljpanda · 10 months

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Butcher Wally Darling

Hunter Reader

@DumbInvader Twitter, Instagram

You had been hunting for years now, starting when you were a child. But that is what you are only truly good at. So you made a career out of it but the one problem you had for awhile was that who was gonna want your kill.

That was until you met with the new butcher in the neighborhood. "Is it true that you are the local hunter?" "Why who is asking!?" "Oh don't worry, you see I just moved here with my butcher shop and I really need some new meat". After a bit of chatting you agreed only with pay at the end.

That is how you and Wally began a good co-worker frendship. At first Wally was confused on why he was excited to see you at the end of the month and how he would get so upset when he saw you with anyone else. Wally thought that his excitement was due to the meat but soon it hit him he was in love you.

You had just got done hunting and seeing how you had enough time to go over to you and see Wally the butcher. You went inside to see Wally getting ready to place some meat out for display. "Oh neighbor I didn't see you there, How have you been" " Just tired so do you just want me to bring it in" "Yes Y/n that would be nice". Wally watched you as you picked up the bag and headed to the back. Wally's face grew red as he noticed your muscles, probably due to all the hunting.

"So you gonna close soon?", Wally snapped out of his trance when you spoke up. "Well in a bit" "Mind if I sit around for awhile I'mma but lazy to head home. Just wanna regain my energy" "Oh no problem", Wally said as you tanked him and went to go sit down.

This wasn't the first time you had done this. Wally did end up making you something as he just sat there and listened to you ramble. "You know Wally the way you butcher the meats it's just perfect kinda lucky to have you in the neighborhood". Wally's face was growing more red by the second as you were confused by the look on his face. "You know Y/n you really are the best hunter I know. But I do hope one day I can see you outside of our usual jobs", your eyes grew wide as Wally's eyes looked down away from yours.

"I would love that, Pick you up tomorrow before you close", Wally only nodded his head watching you finish eating and leaving his shop. And Man Wally couldn't wait as he finally got his hunter the one he really wanted and he would make sure you two would be together.

#wally darling x reader #wally darling x gn reader #welcome home wally x reader #wally x reader #wally darling #butcher wally darling #hunter reader #wally darling x fem reader #wally darling x male reader #wally darling x you #welcome home x gn reader #welcome home x reader #welcome home arg x reader #au welcome home #welcome home au #wally darling au #welcome home x fem reader #welcome home x male reader

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saturncodedstarlette · 1 year

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Y/N, sits beside König : I didn’t think you’d want to come.

König, watching the busy people walking by : Why wouldn’t I want to come?

Y/N, looks at him, flabbergasted : You [hate] crowds.

König, accompanying them on their hospital’s appointment, knows that they’re nervous to go alone :

König, firmly squeezes their hand to comfort them : I’d sit in a crowd of a hundred thousand people if it meant being there to support you.

#Cod #Call of duty #Call of duty incorrect quotes #Call of duty x reader #Cod König #König #Cod König x reader #Cod König x male reader #Cod König x fem reader #Cod König x gn reader #König x reader #König x you #könig x oc #Original : Blind Pass by Teagen Hunter #Blind Pass by Teagen Hunter #Call of duty fluff

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cheenapri · 1 month

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Transactional [Yandere Illumi Zoldyck x Reader]

Day one

Summary: Illumi had decided to spoil you for once, little did you know how much it would cost you in the end.

Word count: 7.6k

Notes: yandere, kidnapping, gender neutral reader, unhealthy relationships, unbalanced power dynamics, mentions of past abuse, Illumi is kind of an asshole but when is he not, reader is not having a good time

Day two + three

Shit.

Why didn’t you figure this out sooner?

You had deluded yourself into believing that maybe he felt bad, that he had actually changed for the better, for your wellbeing, that he actually wanted to treat you for once just to make you happy.

Of course not.

There’s always a catch. It was chiefly for his benefit under the guise of strengthening the involuntary relationship you had with him.

“Fate brought you to me. And thus, it is my duty to protect you.” he explained over and over during his many lectures, trying to drill it into you.

He had only given the illusion of change.

You held your breath, his body looming over you with one hand interlaced with your own and the other straddling your hip to keep you still. He left bite marks on your neck, too rough and inexperienced to be interpreted as anything affectionate, though what he intended, blood quick to seep out of the wounds. He had slowly lapped it up, taking far too long for it to be seen as any sort of foreplay. A part of you wondered if he changed his mind and decided to cannibalize you instead.

He didn’t really care how strange his actions were, though. He had you right where he wanted you — where you should’ve been long ago. He moved like he was following a script; his long, black hair draped down as he went in for more “love bites”. His face was expressionless as always, cementing just how empty this relationship was. How did he develop such a twisted sense of love?

You question why he even bothered preparing you for this, though you appreciated it for once, as he took the time to organize a five day vacation with you – or rather order the butlers to organize it. What was the point? Everything was lifeless and awkward, just like back at the estate. Was this the only sense of normality he was willing to give you?

Your mind recalls when it was first announced to you, it was through your appointed butler, Shiori. Shiori was around the same age as you, chosen deliberately to increase your chances of opening up to her. He gave her the task, having her inquire about your likes and dislikes, favorite hobbies, movies, fashion taste and more just so he could surprise you with it later. You assumed he’s either too awkward or doesn’t care enough to learn about your interests directly from your own mouth.

Sitting at a white desk in your prison of a master bedroom, you assembled a DIY house kit. It was a little greenhouse, the tediousness of it giving you something to do while you tried to maintain your sanity. The room was windowless, the walls soundproof, and there was only one door, a titanium maximum security door that could only be opened with his permission. A security camera with a speaker loomed above you, seemingly always pointing directly at you.

You try not to think about how many times he’s watched you through that camera.

The distant sound of one of the security gates opening catches your ears. Someone’s coming.

You set the tweezers down, heart quickening as you continue listening. It doesn’t take long for the door to be unlocked, the multiple clicks ringing throughout the silent room. Audible footsteps could be heard, causing you to relax a little as that was your indication it wasn’t him. You turn as Shiori emerges, swiftly locking the door behind her and standing with her white gloved fingers interlaced neatly in front of her. She smiles at you and you return a half hearted one.

“Good evening, Master (Name).” she bows her head with formality, her short brown and blonde hair briefly falling over her face. She straightens up again and quickly fixes her hair. “The Master has a message for you. You are to freshen up and dress yourself, you will be escorted outside shortly.”

Your interest immediately piqued. You had only been outside of this room once since you got here – when you attempted your first escape. It was during a time when you had a different assigned butler named Junpei. Junpei had fallen for you in their short time taking care of you, bonding with you in ways no other butler would ever be able to. They were genuine, they actually cared about you and your well-being rather than what their employer had tasked them with. There were no cameras in the room at the time so the two of you made plans to escape whenever they visited under the guise of wanting to keep you company. Unfortunately for you, your captor had already planned for something like this, though he didn’t think anyone had the gall to actually up and do it. Both your and Junpei’s heart dropped to your feet when you saw him standing menacingly outside the first security gate. He was silent, but his bloodthirsty aura spoke for him. You soon found out what it sounds like to physically rip someone apart with bare hands. You actually thought you'd die that night as you found yourself unable to breathe or even think amidst his extreme, malicious aura, eyes widening further when he questions if you truly loved Junpei. You never want to see him like that ever again.

You were let off with a broken ankle and no one spoke of the incident again.

Shiori could see your confusion mixed with awe. “That is all I can tell you, Master (Name). It would be best for you to begin preparing yourself now.”

You slowly stood up, looking at your project for a moment as you pondered what he may have been planning. This was strange. He definitely wasn’t rewarding you for good behavior. You’ve already tried that route of buttering him up in hopes he’d let his guard down; he, in fact, did not and you were punished for dishonesty. How would he know what true love was anyway?

You make your way to the large, luxury bathroom, turning on the warm water and letting the shower run for a bit. You hear Shiori’s footsteps through the door, assuming she’s going through your wardrobe and picking your outfit at his request. You hate him.

You slowly stepped into the tub, the warm water embracing you like a comforting hug. Hot showers restored a bit of your sanity. You liked to stand there and allow the water to splash onto you, imagining you were anywhere but in this hellhole. Shiori, however, encourages you to pick up your speed, well aware of your tendency to reminisce in the shower for far too long. You sigh, stepping out of the tub and finishing your routine. You avoid looking at yourself in the mirror, not wanting to see what months of stress had done to your features. You threw on a fluffy robe before leaving the bathroom. There was an outfit sprawled out on the bed, one you knew he really liked on you though he’s never admitted it, only staring longer than he should.

“Is this some kind of special event?” You ask sarcastically.

It’s a rhetorical question, but Shiori humors you regardless.

“The Master is in a good mood today.” she smiles gently, her voice somewhat monotone.

She reminded you of him in a way. Why did she even choose to work here? You stare at the outfit for a moment, reluctant to even touch it. Shiori notices your uneasiness, fully understanding your anxiety but feigning ignorance nonetheless. “Is something the matter, Master (Name)?”

“I have a bad feeling about this.”

Your anxiety continues to build. Everything in your strange, unstable relationship with him has been purely transactional. Want dessert? Speak kindly to him. Want a new video game to play? Butter him up but be careful not to overdo it, there’s only so much dishonesty he could allow. Want the privilege of having a full belly for the next three days? Behave. Do everything he says without question, regardless if you have to swallow your pride. So despite all of this, why was he suddenly treating you so graciously? Allowing you to leave your prison cell masterfully decorated to resemble a bedroom belonging to a ten million dollar mansion?

Shiori chuckles a bit. You’re aware of how disingenuous it sounds, but you don’t comment on it. “You shouldn’t worry yourself, Master (Name). The Master has been planning this for a while now, I’m sure you will enjoy yourself.”

Great, now you’re worried Shiori has said too much. You’re no stranger to how strict the Zoldyck family is with their servants, how strict he must be with Shiori. You think of what happened to Junpei again, of the desperate pleas that fell upon deaf ears as he continued to mutilate them, how his expression seemed more uncanny than usual.

Shivering at the thought of it, you drop the topic, not wanting to continue to allow her to dig her own grave but grateful for the hints. You remove your robe, ignoring Shiori’s presence as you’ve changed in front of her countless times, and put on the outfit along with your assigned shoes.

Shiori confirms that you’re ready before the two of you move to stand in front of the large security door. To say you were apprehensive was an understatement. Perhaps this was your chance to finally escape? No, that would be stupid. Obviously he’d already accounted for that, most likely had medical professionals on standby in case he needed to break your ankle again. Maybe he’d break both of them this time or even saw your legs off. You wouldn’t put it past him.

The multiple clicks of the locks could be heard again before the door was pulled open, multiple butlers on the other side. Shiori steps out and you’re hesitant to follow, not wanting to give away how eager and ready to bolt you were. Not like you could anyway, not with five highly skilled butlers watching your every move.

Not a word was spoken as they escorted you through the two security gates, your eyes stinging when sunlight poured over you.

You’re outside.

You’re actually outside.

You would scream and cry if the situation was different, falling to your knees and feeling the grass on your hands in your frenzied state.

You look around, taking a mental note of every little thing. You could see the Zoldyck’s mansion in the distance, far away from your separate living structure. Good.

“Eyes forward, (Name).”

The sudden order breaks you out of your thoughts, your head whips forward while your eyes move to look at the source of the voice. It was a taller, older lady with pink, pigtail type hair. She must’ve been serving the Zoldycks for a long time. She’s silent, giving you a stern look before turning forward again. You fight the urge to look around, to run even, as you’re led through the forest that surrounds the estate.

“Where are we going?” you couldn’t help but ask. Your voice is somewhat soft and timid, but it’s clear they all heard you.

“It’s just up ahead, Master (Name).” Shiori answers, her hands now folded behind her.

You’re taking in as much information as you can without actually looking around, taking note of the distance between the Butler’s Quarters and your prison cell. Approximately one hundred fifty seven steps, you’ve been counting. An additional two hundred seventy four steps from the Butler’s Quarters to the front gate. Would you even remember this information?

One of the butlers effortlessly pushes open the giant front gate, the feat reminding you just how weak you truly are. Those gates weigh four tons and the bigger gates above it are many times heavier.

You can’t even begin to describe what you were feeling. A part of you fully believed he had come to his senses and was releasing you like some wild animal, throwing you off of the property and leaving you to fend for yourself. Surely it would be better than going back to that room.

Unfortunately for you, that wasn’t the case. Instead of throwing you out and shutting the gate behind them, the butlers led you to a black Mercedes truck sitting in wait.

Your head hurts. You feel like you’re going to throw up. Typical reaction when you know he’s near. You could just die right now. You knew you were bound to see him again, but that doesn’t repress the dread it fills you with.

He’s staring at you through the tinted windows, you can’t see him — you just know it. You don’t want to see him, you haven't had enough time to mentally prepare; you’ll never have enough time to mentally prepare. Shiori steps ahead of you, opening the passage to hell as the Devil himself sits patiently, his black, empty eyes gazing upon you.

You nearly vomit.

You swallow hard, holding your breath in an attempt to mellow out your facial features as you climb into the backseat. You didn’t acknowledge him yet, slowly buckling your seatbelt and staring at Shiori with widened eyes as she shuts the door, sealing you inside with that monster.

It’s suffocating.

Overwhelming.

You forgot to breathe.

Sucking in sharp breaths, you shut your eyes tightly. The silence is deafening. He’s waiting on you. For once.

“H-hello… Illumi.” saying his name was the equivalent of swallowing a cup of hydrochloric acid. It leaves a bad taste in your mouth, pains your throat, your stomach, everything.

Illumi hums in approval. “Hm. I’m thankful you hadn’t forgotten your manners, (Name). I thought I’d have to discipline you sooner than I anticipated.” you hear him shift, surely turning to fully face you. “I won’t need to, right?” his monotone voice does your ears a disservice despite its smoothness.

“No.” you quickly wipe your eyes, knowing how much he hates seeing your tears.

You finally force yourself to look up at him, his piercing, cat-like eyes filling you with the unwavering desire to do something drastic. Maybe throw yourself out of the car when it’s moving and hope it runs you over, killing you in the process.

You look away just as quickly, tightly gripping your pants to quell the need to gouge your eyes out. At least you wouldn’t have to look at him then. He shifts again, facing forward but not looking away from you. “I’ll assume you’re overwhelmed. You’ve missed me so much you don’t know how to convey it.”

“I didn’t miss you. I actually had hoped you died and I’d never have to see you again.” is what you would say if you were fond of getting the life strangled out of you. Instead, you stay silent, staring at your hands intertwined on your lap.

“What have you been getting up to?”

Shouldn’t he already know? Shiori is his human security camera plus the actual security camera he has in your enclosure. What are you even supposed to say to this? You’ve been rotting in bed and crying your eyes out because you can’t leave? You had thought of creative ways to end your own life? He’d have you restrained to your bed for all eternity if you mentioned that last one.

“Nothing of interest.” is all you say.

“Tell me. I want to hear it.”

Bastard’s trying to force conversation.

“I’m working on that greenhouse project Shiori had given me-”

“I had given you.” he corrects. Silence falls over the two of you as the car finally begins to drive off.

Illumi was always out on missions or some other job, how were you supposed to know it was a gift from him? You wouldn’t have touched it otherwise, preferring to rot in bed than encourage him in the slightest. You’re actually thankful for his extended time spent away doing fuck all, not seeing yourself surviving if you had to physically endure him day and night constantly. Hell, you were barely keeping your composure just sitting next to him and you’d only seen him for two minutes.

“Thank you.” not knowing what else to say, you simply thank him, hoping he’d be satisfied with just that and leave you alone.

“Aren’t you going to ask me what I’ve been doing?”

Of course he doesn’t.

“Killing people?” you state the obvious, hoping he wouldn’t interpret that as you trying to be smart. Assassinating people is his job, it only makes sense to assume that’s what he’s been doing. You wish he’d kill you and get it over with.

“Naturally. Take a better guess.” what the hell does he want from you? You don’t know anything significant about him to be able to give a good guess. You’re clearly stunted, your lack of a response giving it away. He narrows his eyes slightly, reaching out which causes you to flinch. He retracts his hand momentarily upon seeing your reaction before going in again slowly, softly cupping your chin and guiding your head to look at him. “Do you assume I don’t think about you?”

What? He must be fucking with you.

Illumi brings forth his other hand just as slowly, now gently cupping your face with both. You were always shocked by how smooth and soft his hands were. They’re cold though.

“Answer me.”

His owlish eyes were staring directly into your soul, almost hypnotizing you. You shift your head and look away. If you were as bold as you used to be, you would’ve swung on him by now, turning his gentle hands cupping your face into violent claws gripping your throat. It took many lessons for you to learn that you simply could not fight him.

He backs down and lets go of you when you fail to answer, pulling his hands into his lap again. He was aware of your fear, he found twisted comfort in it, believing it would keep you glued to his side. You glance in his general direction but not at his face. He was wearing that purple outfit again and his long, black hair was as silky as ever.

“Aren’t you curious as to where we’re going?”

He sure was talkative today; Shiori did mention he was in a good mood. He’s usually very blank, even around you, his supposed partner. It forced you to learn to read his emotions using his micro expressions, tone, silent indicators, and of course aura. Aura was mainly reserved for more intense emotions, ones you should avoid inducing at all costs.

You were always on edge whenever you were around him, and this unusual shift in attitude didn’t help.

“So where are we going?” you finally ask.

“You’ll see when we get there.”

Motherfucker.

You don’t respond, looking away from him in favor of staring out of the window. You were seated awkwardly, not fully allowing yourself to relax, not that you could in the presence of Illumi. You could almost drown him out completely if it weren’t for his uncanny staring, something you still couldn’t get used to. He barely blinks; it reminds you of some sort of Creepypasta.

“Talk to me.”

It was an order.

“I don’t know what to say to you.” your voice was quiet. You’re really not in the mood to speak right now, especially not to him. This wouldn’t do, however, as Illumi was determined — something that proves to never end well for you.

“You can talk about anything you want.”

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

“(Name),” it was a warning, a hint of irritation laced his otherwise monotone voice. “Do you really not have anything to talk about… or do you just not want to?”

You didn’t want to clearly, but you also didn’t want to taste his wrath.

“Could you tell me about your day?” you chose to interview him instead, hoping that if you got him to talk in length, you wouldn’t have to. He brings his hand up to his chin as if he was thinking, his eyes never leaving you. You felt like he was robbing you of your life energy just by looking at you.

“My day?” he repeated the question, falling silent for a few moments before speaking once more. “If I told you, that would ruin the surprise.”

You reply with a mere “oh” before looking out of the window once again.

“(Name).”

He’s never been this persistent for your attention before. All the times he’s returned home and “spent time” with you mainly consisted of the two of you sitting in silence while he watched you do nothing; an occasional short and awkward conversation. It felt more like he was being forced to interact with you rather than wanting to on his own volition, despite him being the one keeping you there.

“I’m sorry, Illumi.”

You only said his name when you were trying to soothe him, hoping to avoid consequence. He knew that, but he wouldn’t admit that it indeed worked. The slight drooping of his shoulders betrayed him every time, however.

He doesn’t accept nor reject your insincere apology, choosing to silently savor your calling of his name. You will never understand him.

“I answered you, now it’s your turn to talk. Tell me about your home life.”

This question immediately raised flags. He’s never asked you something like this, let alone allow you to cry about it. You look at him, eyes slightly widen for a brief moment. Was he only bringing this up to bait you into talking? “Don’t you already know everything about me?”

He indeed did. He made it known to you that he’d stalked you for five months before making his move, talking about it as if he was stating what he had for lunch. He had no sense of morality, no awareness as to how his extreme actions affected others. He’s insane.

You’ve noticed a slight change in his stare. You’re pissing him off.

“I want you to tell me.”

“Uh,” you quickly scrambled for things to say, “I had my own house and car as well as a really good high paying job.” you used “had” for a reason. You were positive that all your assets were repossessed when search parties couldn’t find you and weeks were flying by without a single clue regarding your whereabouts. Illumi keeps staring, quietly pressing you to continue.

“I had a really sweet dog.” you used “had” again. You don’t recall all the details of that night, only that you had gotten a rude shock when you woke up to a strange man in your bedroom. Surely you would have woken up sooner if you heard something happen, but you didn’t. You decided to ask what you were always afraid to ask before, taking advantage of this moment to finally get closure. “Are… are they okay? My dog?”

Your hesitation was obvious. Nothing good ever happened whenever you brought up members of what he refers to as “your past life.” you were positive he intended for you to talk about things you did alone rather than actual people or living beings you connected with. They didn’t exist anymore, according to him. They don’t matter. Don’t talk about them.

“Your dog is dead.”

You’d been preparing for this moment for months now, but the bluntness of his answer still hit you like a truck. “H-huh?”

“Your dog is dead.” he repeated again with no sense of remorse. ”I didn’t want to risk it alerting you to my presence, so I killed it.”

Something felt off that night, your dog was more anxious than usual, pacing back and forth and staring out certain windows. They even refused to go outside when you tried to let them out, their tail tucked between their legs and fur standing on edge. You should’ve known. You should’ve taken them and ran.

It was even worse that you also ignored all those strange people you had met that week. They all had a gold piercing sticking out of some part of their head, almost like a needle. Their words were slurred and their movements puppet-like as they asked you unsettling questions. “Do you have a romantic interest?” as well as “Do you have any exes?” and “Do you live alone?”

That should’ve been your sign to get the hell out of there.

Illumi tilts his head and watches you attempt to bottle your emotions. Your hands gripping the fabric of your pants tightly as you bit your lip, your heart was hurting. You’d already mourned for your dear pet, assuming that killer had taken their life when he broke into your house, but still having slight hope that he had spared them.

Why had he even bothered to answer your question let alone allow you to ask it?

He doesn’t initiate anymore conversation for the rest of the car ride, thankfully, allowing you to simmer in your emotions. That doesn’t mean he averts his attention from you, though.

The car finally pulls into a parking lot belonging to a grand, luxurious hotel. You’re as confused as you are shocked. The parking lot is empty aside from several black Mercedes trucks holding Zoldyck butlers and presumably cars belonging to the hotel’s employees. It’s a normal working day and this is a well known, upscale hotel, so why was it so empty?

Illumi looks away from you for the first time since you’ve entered the car, pulling the door’s handle and exiting the vehicle. You didn’t move, you’re too afraid to, you didn’t want to make the wrong move.

Shiori approaches your side of the truck, but Illumi steps in front of her, opening the door for you and holding out his hand. You slowly unbuckled your seatbelt and attempted to slide past him, he only grabbed you and placed you back into the car before extending his hand again, silently commanding you to take it. He took note of your blatant disobedience, but said nothing, deciding against giving you a much desired punishment. He took what he considered to be a softer approach, giving you a chance to correct your mistakes.

Feeling as though he’s one inconvenience away from breaking you, you hesitantly take his hand. His grip was firm, his assistance useless. He ignored your attempt at pulling your hand free the second your foot touched the ground, choosing to let go only after both feet were firmly planted.

Illumi doesn’t explain the situation as he begins walking with you in tow, Shiori and some other butlers trailing behind the both of you. Butlers were all over the place actually, standing guard as if this was a maximum security prison rather than a hotel. You feel like they’re all watching you, fully expecting you to try something in vain. You don’t blame them, if you had super speed, you would’ve run off by now.

The hotel was completely vacant of people, aside from more butlers and concerned hotel employees. As you enter the lobby, your eyes lingered on the receptionist, praying they had seen your missing person’s report months earlier; if it had even been reported as such. They only look down, guilt seemingly spread across their face. Were they threatened or perhaps even paid off to stay silent?

Who knows.

The silence was louder than the shuffling of the butlers’ footsteps or the tune of the faint jazz music coming from the ballroom. A butler approaches Illumi and informs him that all preparations were ready, earning them a nod in response. You silently follow as the both of you are led away, the uneasiness on your face evident to anyone who dared to look at it.

The butler soon stops in front of a particular door far at the end of a long hallway. The space felt liminal, you’d almost think you’d gotten sucked into a different reality if the two people next to you weren’t present. The butler bows slightly before leaving you and Illumi alone. He looked at you, like he was trying to read your expression, before twisting the door’s handle and revealing the room’s interior.

He must’ve paid a fortune. The room was large, decorated with luscious furniture you couldn’t even begin to think about affording. There was a king size bed in the middle of the room, a flatscreen TV almost as wide as the bed propped on the wall in front of it, a glass sliding door leading to a balcony on the far right, and a lounge chair in the corner to say the least.

You awkwardly step into the room, hugging yourself as you attempt to make sense of the situation; taking note of the clicking of the door’s lock.

“Well, here we are.”

His lack of enthusiasm spoiled the mood. Not that the mood was bright anyway.

“So… what’s the point of this?” your voice was a bit low and shy. He didn’t like it, he’d have to chip away at that. He had bigger things to be upset over, however, as you appear, or choose to pretend, to not understand what’s going on. His intentions should’ve been obvious by now. He doesn’t respond right away, causing you to ask yet another ignorant question. “Are we attending some kind of special event?”

“No.” his answer was short, intentionally vague to encourage you to figure it out yourself. Illumi casually moves about the room while you continue to stand in the same spot, presumably checking for himself to make sure that everything was in place. You were on edge, that much was apparent as he stopped a few feet in front of you. “Do you like the room?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. I will be back.”

You feel a slight wind as he walks past you, a little too close considering the amount of space around you. You immediately relax once he’s gone, taking a few deep breaths as you cautiously inspect the room. The thought of trying the handle to see if he’d locked it behind him doesn’t even cross your mind, the odds were against you and you knew that. Doesn’t mean you wouldn’t try the balcony door, however.

It was locked, just as you’d guessed.

Sitting on the edge of the bed and resting your head in your hands, you think in vain of a possible escape. Maybe when he leaves you alone again, you could use something to break the glass then use the bed sheets to craft a makeshift rope? The problem with that is the bedsheets wouldn’t serve you as you were several stories off the ground. Your plan didn’t even account for what you’d do if you even reached the ground as you were sure Zoldyck butlers surrounded the premises.

You decided it was best to just roll with it, see where this was going. Maybe you could exploit him as he does seem to be more lenient with you.

The door clicks and it opens, Illumi standing in the doorway looking in at you, noticing how much more relaxed you appeared to be in his absence. He motions for you to follow and you do so without fuss.

Following him down the long hallway felt surreal, you couldn’t hear anything aside from your own footsteps as his were completely silent; traits of an elite assassin. You watch as his long, black hair swayed behind him, almost glaring as you study his robotic movements. He doesn’t feel real.

The two of you entered the hotel’s restaurant, it was just as desolate of other patrons as the rest of the place. You were led to a lone, two person table placed next to the glass wall, the table’s decorations stood out amongst the others as its setting included rose petals and candles.

Corny. You don’t like this.

You take your seat, now being forced to fully face him for who knows how long. You turn your head to the right, looking out of the window. Your breath hitches as you notice people in the far distance. People. Actual people clueless as to what’s happening to you right now. You give Illumi a side stare, his blank yet judgemental one challenging yours.

“Where is everyone?” you couldn’t help but ask despite knowing it was a question he did not want to hear.

“They aren’t important.”

Why should they matter? They’d only interfere and distract you from what’s important: him. You should only be focused on him and his efforts to please you.

“So what exactly is this?”

Your inability, or unwillingness, to comprehend the situation was beginning to annoy him. Wasn’t it clear? Did the dim lighting and candles not give it away? The rose petals on the table? The romantic — or what he deemed to be romantic — atmosphere?

“It’s a romantic dinner.”

He didn’t offer any further details, upset he had to state that it was a date rather than let his efforts speak for him. You were sitting across from him, the two of you were almost completely alone. This was a date.

“All of a sudden, though? You never let me leave that room before.”

“Why does it matter?” his tone was still flat.

Illumi couldn’t believe you’d question his acts of kindness. He was doing it because he wanted to treat you for once, deciding to take you somewhere appropriate and fitting to your taste.

“I’m just trying to understand you.” you state, holding your hands together on the table as a self soothing mechanism.

“You don’t need to understand me.” his voice hinted at the tiniest bit of annoyance. He had no need to explain his actions, he had his reasons and that’s all you needed to know. “Just enjoy the dinner.”

You say nothing as you turn your attention to the only other people present in the room: the butlers standing at the exits and the chefs working in the kitchen. None of them looked at you, their attention focused on anything but.

“Don’t stare at them. The butlers are simply here to protect you.” his monotone voice made his last sentence sound oddly intimidating.

You fight the urge to question if it was him they would be protecting you from in the case that you anger him.

“It feels like the rapture has happened and we’re the only ones left.” you pick up one of the rose petals, inspecting it as an excuse to avoid his gaze.

“That would be ideal.”

“Is something bad going to happen to me?” your forward question caused his thin eyebrows to raise slightly.

“Not if you behave. I just want you to enjoy this date.” his tone was a bit softer now, barely noticeable to anyone who wasn’t, or forced to be, close to him. He didn’t like your anxiousness, worried it would ruin his meticulous yet futile plans to make amends with you.

You were still on edge as the butlers served a lavish meal to the both of you, your facial features failing to soften as you inspected the food. He was fully aware of just how much damage he’d done to you and he wasn’t going to justify his behavior, only wanting to make you feel better.

It was hard for him to stay silent, however, as you were continuing to look around and stare at the butlers.

“Is the sight of them bothering you?” the sound of his voice catching your attention. “I could have them move out of view if that would ease your nerves.”

He doesn’t get it. Maybe he pretends not to, choosing to ignore your uncomfortableness with him in favor of deluding himself.

“It’s not that, it’s just…”

Your words couldn’t come out, you didn’t know what to say. Ask him to get rid of all the unnecessary escorts and open the hotel to the public again as this felt more like a standoff than a romantic dinner? You hated the silence between you, not that you wanted to speak to Illumi, you wanted to hear the chatter of other diners over the classy jazz music, the clinking of utensils as they enjoyed their meal.

“Oh?” he slowly tilted his head, his uncanny expression observing your every move and sound. It’s as if he was daring you to ruin it all with some sort of stupid comment; it’d give him a reason to drag you back to the estate and lock you away for good.

“Nothing. It’s nothing.” you manage to finally say. It just wasn’t worth it.

He continues staring, features unmoving as you assume he’s thinking of various ways to brutally murder you. He only straightens himself.

“I see.”

You’re internally thankful he dropped it, your shoulders drooping in relief as you watch him continue to eat unnaturally fast, a strange habit of his. When was the last time he’s blinked? You can’t stand him.

Illumi obviously didn’t believe that you had nothing to share. He knew you well enough to guess that whatever you were about to say would’ve angered him, so you kept quiet in order to avoid problems. Good, you were learning.

Silence fell over the two of you, increasing the tension in the air. He’d already finished eating, choosing to gaze at you rather than anything else. He was making you lose your appetite, but you somehow managed to finish your meal.

“Would you like dessert?” Illumi inquired, barely giving you enough time to chew and swallow your last bite before asking.

“No thanks.” you don’t explain why. The truth was that you didn’t want to sit in front of him any longer, you were tired of his eyes boring into you.

“Are you sure?” he tilted his head again, pressuring you for a different answer.

“I’m sure.”

You wouldn’t budge, much to his dismay. You had unknowingly foiled his plans to spoon feed you a strawberry sundae.

“Very well.” he doesn’t push any further, only slowly nodding. “Did you enjoy the food?”

“Yummy.”

Illumi didn’t immediately react to your childish response, only straightening himself after a few moments. He had made sure this dinner would be perfect, planning everything to the last detail, and you’ve shown your gratitude by looking at everything other than him and rating his endeavor with a one word answer.

He remained still for a few more moments before deciding to ignore your strange behavior once again. He stood up from his seat, looking away from you for the first time since he’s sat down.

“Let’s go.”

You follow him as commanded, taking clear note of his slight annoyance. He led you to the hotel’s theater, the sound of your footsteps slightly echoing in the large, spacious room. He picks two spots in the center and takes a seat, you follow suit.

Choosing to stay silent, you don’t ask any questions about what movie the two of you were seeing, only staring forward as the lights turn off and the showing begins. Illumi had carefully selected this movie for you. It was lighthearted and fun, chosen specifically to improve your mood. The date wasn’t meeting his expectations, as you weren’t quite throwing yourself at him, but he was determined to change that.

You tried your best to ignore his constant glancing in your direction for the entirety of the film. It was as if he was looking for something, for reassurance to soothe his ever growing concerns. He didn’t like your indifference, he didn’t like that he couldn’t tell how you were feeling in detail about his attempts at courtship.

The movie was good, you liked it. Illumi was already staring at you by the time you faced him, the credits rolling on the screen. It was subtle but he still looked upset, the image of you leaning away from him as if you were trying to put as much space as possible between the two of you was still fresh in his mind.

He would break that physical barrier, desensitize you to his presence.

As you silently walk back to the suite, Illumi suddenly grabs your hand. Your heart jumps into your throat, fully expecting him to crush it as punishment for upsetting him. He stops walking and stares at you when you impulsively try to pull away, not saying a word as he gives you a second to collect yourself.

You were ruining his passionate act of love. He knew he wasn’t the most expressive, as he was raised to mask his emotions, but his straightforwardness made up for that. You should be happy. This is an act of love. He had done his research — asking his father — and knew what he needed to do in order to please you. He won’t let you spoil it.

Eventually you somewhat simmer down, still tense in his firm hold. He continues walking, slower this time. He wasn’t even holding your hand correctly as yours was balled into a fist. He didn’t care though, as long as he was holding it.

The night hadn’t gone his way but he had plenty more tricks up his sleeve, optimistic that tomorrow would be better. Illumi would not put up with failure.

You were in for a ride.

You reach and enter the suite once again, Illumi locking the door behind him. He lets out a sigh and begins to settle down, having no issue kicking his shoes off and changing clothes right in front of you. You, however, move to sit stationary on the lounge chair, staring at the ground to avoid any awkward interactions with your naked “husband”.

You had no desirable reaction to anything he did, which he found disheartening. You finally look up when he’s fully clothed, watching as he sits on the edge of the bed. He decided to risk it, to ask about your experience. He figured a blunt and bold answer would be significantly better than overthinking and assuming the worst. “Did you enjoy anything I did today?”

Truth be told, you did. You just didn’t like him. Had anyone more deserving taken the time to do this for you, you’d throw yourself all over them.

“It was the typical Illumi experience.”

You regretted saying that before it even left your mouth. “The typical Illumi experience” was not a compliment, it was a brutal insult disguised with subtlety. You had just compared his month’s worth of intensive planning and preparing to a regular day being around him back at Kukuroo Mountain.

Something you didn’t like flashed in his eyes, your fingers nervously grip your pants yet again. What you’d just said was so dismissive, condescending, everything he didn’t want to hear. He turns away from you, looking out of the glass balcony door as he takes several slow and deep breaths. He was collecting himself.

He reasoned in his mind, internally arguing that this was his chance to dissect your feelings and see how he could improve. He turns toward you, expression unreadable. “Elaborate.”

“Am I allowed to express myself?” you ask, your question was legitimately innocent. However, you were saying all the wrong things at the wrong time.

“You were always allowed to express yourself, you just seem to have a habit of doing it disrespectfully.”

“I’m sorry.” you lower your gaze, apology insincere.

You don’t know why he’s changed. You can tell that he’s being softer with you. If you said something like that a few months ago, you’d be unable to speak for the next two weeks.

“Do you harbor resentment towards me?”

That was a rhetorical question. He didn’t want an answer; an answer other than a loud, confident “no” anyways.

You stay silent, continuing to stare at the ground. He didn’t acknowledge that your silence was your way of saying yes.

“Are we going back tomorrow?” you ask, changing the subject in order to lessen the heavy atmosphere.

“Back to Kukuroo Mountain?”

“Yes.”

“No.” Illumi doesn’t provide further details. This trip won’t end unless it’s on a good note. “You should get changed.”

He stands up and rummages through the wardrobe, pulling out a silk pajama set. You slowly stand and retrieve it, making your way to the bathroom to change. He assumes you’re just being shy. You eventually come out, having put your dirty clothes into the hamper, before making your way to the lounge chair once again. The lights have been dimmed in your absence.

He was sitting up in bed, halfway under the blankets, staring at you expectantly. You didn’t want to come to terms with the reality that you had to sleep in the same bed as him; that fact wasn’t lost on him. It was obvious you were avoiding having to deal with the inevitable conclusion of the night by seeking comfort on the lounge chair. He wouldn’t allow you that comfort. “Come to bed.” his tone was flat, it was an order.

“I’m not tired yet-”

“Come to bed.” he wasn’t hearing your excuses, only repeating himself while patting the empty space next to him. You look at him with a saddened expression, silently pleading to be let off the hook; the issue is that he’s let you off the hook multiple times today already and he wasn’t planning on letting you rob him of this. “Do as I say.”

Sensing the impatience in his tone, you reluctantly head over to your side of the bed and slide under the blanket, making sure to curl up as close to the edge and as far from Illumi as possible. You face away from him, silently making it clear you weren’t interested in anything other than sleep. He doesn’t comment on this, choosing to stay silent as he thinks to himself. He wanted to hold you, but he knew not to push too far. At least not so soon.

He sighs, continuing to sit up in bed as he watches your sleeping figure. Tomorrow will be a better day, he’ll make sure of it.

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