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Freeloader

Content Contains: NSFW, fem reader, 1st person, size difference (it’s Uvogin), Uvogin is a freeloader, dub-con, somno(?? mentions grinding and groping reader while sleeping), creampie, uhh a little possessive? barely any proofreading.

Word Count: 6.9k (shit is LONG srry)

The sound of a crash jolted me from my sleep. My eyes tiredly scanned the room before my feet slowly slipped onto the floor. The sound didn’t seem to come from inside, but it surely wasn’t far.

I made my way down the steps, careful to avoid the areas of the wood that whined under my weight. Nothing, or no one, was inside the house. A sigh of relief escaped my lips. However, that meant it came from outside.

Still cautious, I peered through the peephole, gazing around every angle before finally looking down. The sight of something large on my porch made me jump, the light barely allowing me to make out torn, white fabric. I quickly undid the lock on the knob, leaving the chain lock until I knew for sure everything was safe. I peeked through the crack, gasping at the image displayed on my front porch.

‘He’s fucking huge?? How can a human being be that… large?’ It took me a second to fully register that there wasn’t just a large man in front of my house, but that he was unconscious. His white shirt was bloody and torn almost completely off of him. I squatted and threw one of his arms over my shoulder, the weight causing me to exhaustively exhale. His arm was almost as long as I was tall, and nearly weighed as much as I fucking did. ‘You’re one heavy-‘ my knees almost buckling under me caused me to focus on the task at hand.

Slowly, with as much strength as possible, I dragged the abnormally large male into my house, letting him go with just the thought of getting his weight off of me. The sound of the crash and my house slightly shaking from the impact alerted me to how roughly he fell. “Sorry,” I said to him before realizing he was unconscious, and the fall probably was the least of his worries.

I quickly ran up to get my cheap first aid kit; it’ll have to do until the morning when I could call the doctor. I also decided to grab a bowl of water and a rag before I made my way back to the living room.

My hands gingerly tore the rest of his shirt off. My eyes widened in shock at the state of his wounds. Deep cuts, bruises in various shades, and other miscellaneous scrapes took their turns littering his body. I didn’t have nearly enough band-aids to cover everything, especially considering how large some of them wore. I didn’t even consider turning him over to check for anything on his back.

I cleaned the wounds and additional dirt as best as possible before placing the few bandages I had on the ones that seemed the worst.

I backed away and took the time to examine him. His chest rose steadily, his face looked as if he were peacefully sleeping. My eyes lingered on the bruise on his left cheek and gash above his right eye.

“What did you do to make them that mad?” I chuckled to myself as my back hit the front of the couch. I realized he was too close to me when I tried to uncross my legs. The thought of pushing myself on the couch created even more exhaustion.

Blink.

Blink. The morning sun was shining harshly on my face. Did I not close the blinds yesterday?

I sat up, the blanket sliding off of me as I stretched.

‘Wait…’ I looked at the floor. He was still there, but on his side now, one arm underneath his head as he snored. ‘Did he?…’ He couldn’t have, there’s no way someone with his injuries could even stand to be awake.

I slid over the arm of the couch, careful to make the same movements as I did last night to avoid any creaking.

Once in my room, my hands pawed over my bed eagerly, searching for my phone. I wasted no time in dialing the nearest traveling doctor; there was no way I could carry him out to my car, and I didn’t believe they even made ambulances that big. I relayed the information of the extent of the man’s injuries to the secretary on the phone after giving her my address.

I made my way back downstairs to check on the stranger on my living room floor. With how hurt he is, I wouldn’t be surprised if he slept all d-

“Ah, you’re awake,” a deep voice stopped me in my tracks.

He was sitting up with his legs crossed, both of his arms stretched behind his back while he yawned. He started pushing himself up to stand.

“W-wait!” I ran over to him to stop him, wondering if he hit his head so hard that he couldn’t feel anything. However, when I stopped in front of him I noticed that the bruise was gone, the gash almost completely healed too. My eyes trailed down his chest and abdomen; it was the same story, all minor injuries were gone while the bigger ones were well on their way of being healed.

“Oh, thanks for the bandages, hope you don’t mind that I took them off though,” his voice was gruff and deep with the reminiscence of sleep. He slid on a new white shirt. Where did he get that?

I just stared at him with shock. He was acting as just a couple of hours ago he wasn’t knocked out cold on my front doorstep. And how did everything heal?

“What am I going to tell the doctor?” I thought out loud.

He looked at me with a raised eyebrow before yawning again. “Doctor?”

My head snapped back up so I could meet his eyes, “Well last night you were out cold and you had so many wounds all over,” I began to ramble, “so I brought you in and patched you up as best as I could. I couldn’t do the best work, but I used what I had. Obviously I had the intention of calling a doctor first thing in the morning, that was the only thing on my mind when I woke up. I mean, I thought you were dying or something. Anyone else-“

He let out a loud laugh, stopping me dead in my speech. “I forgot how worrisome regular folk are,” he let out another chuckle. Regular people? I guess I couldn’t argue with him on that; hell, I’m still not convinced he’s fully human. “You should probably call off that doctor, don’t wanna waste his time.”

“No, you need to get checked at the very least,” I protested, “you took multiple blows to the head and were out for hours.”

His figure towered over me, shadowing me from the sun. The gash on his head was even smaller now, had it been healing the whole time we were talking? “If it makes you feel better, then sure,” his voice was surprisingly more gentle than his appearance. “But I ain’t lettin’ a doctor poke and prod me all day. He’s checkin’ my head and that’s it,” he said playfully.

I nodded in agreement. “Just a small checkup is all I’m asking for.” I gave him a small smile, and he returned it with a big grin. His canines were sharp as hell…

Even with the man, whose name is Uvogin, sitting down on the couch, the doctor still had to pull up a chair to get a proper look at him. I cringed at every creak my poor couch made under the massive man’s weight, my jaw tightened even more when I caught a glimpse at the way it bent at the bottom. The thought of having to buy new furniture because of a bear-like stranger was enough to make tears begin to prick at my eyes.

“Everything looks… normal,” the doctor spoke, breaking me out of my couch trance, “his response times are perfectly fine, everything seems to be working correctly, and his wounds don’t seem in nearly as bad of shape as I heard. I think he’ll be alright Mrs…”

“Miss,” I simply corrected as I showed him to the door, “thank you so much doctor for taking a look at him.” I closed the door and stood there for a minute with my forehead pressed against the door.

“Told ya,” the gruff voice made me jump. For a big guy, he was quiet when he wanted to be.

“You must be hungry,” I exclaimed while looking at the clock by the kitchen entrance, “it’s already well past one!” I squeezed my way around him and walked towards the kitchen. “I have uh, eggs, meat….” I felt silly listing everything in my fridge, “What are you in the mood for?” I finally asked.

When I looked over the door of the fridge to the entryway where he was first standing, I was met with empty space. “Huh?..”

“You don’t got a lot…” My eyes widened as I felt his breath on the back of my neck. Why was he so close? It suddenly sunk in that I just have some stranger in my house… hovering over me.

Wait… I don’t have a lot? “I just stocked my fridge yesterday, but if you don’t see anything, we can always order something?” ‘No, he should be leaving, if he wants food then he can get it himself,’ the thought popped up.

Before I could debate my hospitality, his breath brushed against my ear, “You payin’?” A sense of dread hit my stomach, and my wallet.

After apologizing to the third delivery guy for the egregious amount of food, I shut the door. I slid my back down and prepared to walk into my living room-turned-buffet.

My eyes widened as I walked into the scene; there were literal piles of takeout boxes lined around my coffee table as well on the floor next to it. And he was already eating?! He couldn’t even wait for me to sit down?

“Are you gonna eat?” His mouth was full while he asked the question.

Exhale. I sat down on the other side of the couch, once again tensing at the sound of my poor furniture earnestly trying to keep us both up. ‘I should write a review for this brand,’ the thought made me chuckle a little.

He finished it. He finished it all. He even finished my fucking leftovers. I sat there with my back against the couch as he rubbed his stomach lazily beside me, the mess of takeout packages littered around my living space. The thought of cleaning up after he left nearly brought me to tears once again.

The main issue was, he wasn’t making any moves to go. “So…” I began, “where are you from?” My question earned me a raised eyebrow from the man as he stared at me.

“Why do you care?” Okay, rude.

“Simply trying to make conversation. I mean, you are kind of a stranger just… in my house.” This seemed to humor him.

“Alright alright, I’m from Meteor City,” my eyes widened in surprise. I’ve heard stories about the place, but I’ve never met someone from there. It’s also quite a distance from here.

“What brings you so far from home?” And who is beating you so badly you landed on my porch?

His brow furrowed like he was figuring out what to say, “Just passing through.” Okay, now I’m more curious.

“Any destination?” I pulled my legs onto the couch, leaning forward to try and meet his avoidant gaze.

He scratched the back of his neck, “Damn you ask a lot of questions. No, I’m just roamin’.”

When I realized he wouldn’t meet my eyes, I began to look past him, outside of the window. The sun was starting to set, painting the skies various blues and oranges. I would’ve taken in its beauty if it weren’t serving as a reminder that Uvogin is still in my house.

We sat in silence for a few additional minutes as I pondered on how to ask him to leave. ‘He could stay one more night,’ was a possibility, ‘but think of all the money he’ll eat and break,’ another possibility.

Before I could really make a decision, Uvogin was already spreading himself out on the couch, feet pushing off three piles of takeout containers onto the floor. He yawned obnoxiously loud, letting me know I should stop with the questions.

But the question of where he was gonna sleep pushed against my lips.

The image of him breaking the twin bed in the guest bedroom sent shivers down my spine, and I wanted to give my couch a break but I couldn’t just ask him to sleep on the floor. The image of when I first woke up replayed in my head, how peaceful he seemed curled up on my rug.

‘Like a puppy,’ I tried to force down the smile that played on my lips.

“Mr. Uvogin,” I turned to look at him. My face flattened when I saw his mouth wide open and his eyes shut, drool already beginning to drop from his lips.

A defeated sigh filled the air before the creaking of the couch followed it. It barely lifted after I stood up. My arms felt heavy as I pried myself away from the scene.

Shower and then bed. I didn’t realize how heavy my muscles were until I sprawled out all of my limbs across my bed. My bed was quite large, but I don’t think it could even hold Uvogin-

‘Who cares if a stranger can fit in my bed????’ I rolled around my bed despite having no energy, hoping that tiring myself out more would help my mind focus on something else.

I rolled around several times before finally settling into my blankets. The rising and falling of my chest slowed as I began to drift into sleep.

I woke up to my room rocking back and forth and my shoulder jolting around. “W-what?” The rocking stopped and my eyes landed on a blurry figure. As the room finally began to steady and my vision focused, I recognized Uvogin.

”You’re finally awake,” he grunted, scratching the top of his head, “your room is kinda nice; lots of little trinkets.” He looked around nervously, causing me to jump up.

“You haven’t broken an-“

“No no, nothing’s broken, everything’s fine,” he eased. “Where’s the menu for that take-out place? Unless you’re plannin’ to cook again?” My eyes widened at the audacity. He’s still here in my home and he’s got the guts to ask me for food? I studied his face for a moment, noticing that there wasn’t even a scar above his right eye.

I huffed and threw my legs over the edge of my bed, sliding my feet onto the floor. “I’ll cook something, but it probably won’t be enough to satisfy you until you leave.” My eyes met him at the last two words.

His eyes briefly widened before he slowly broke out a smirk, his eyes lowering, “I’m sure you’ll find some way to solve that.”

My face began to grow hot, the sudden feeling of my chest tightening caused my body to turn away. I tried to hide my uneven breathing on my way to the kitchen, trying to stay a couple steps ahead of Uvogin. ‘He didn’t mean anything other than he’s going to eat all the shit in my fridge.’

My arms were sore and I nearly fainted after placing the last plate on my kitchen table. There were 2 leftover stews on the table, 9 cups of rice on the table, around 30 eggs, and a stack of at least 26 pancakes.

By the time I sat down at the table and had a sufficient amount of water, Uvogin was already finishing his third bowl of stew and rice. ‘Greedy bastard,’ I cursed him in my head, my eyes burning into him. If he was concerned about my gaze, he didn’t show it. He continued almost mindlessly shoveling food into his mouth. Did he even chew?

I had finished half a pancake and a few spoonfuls of scrambled eggs before the sight of the freeloader completely ruined my appetite.

The deep sigh from Uvogin caused me to start rapidly blinking in surprise, “You were right, but it should be enough for the start of the day.”

I felt my right eye start to twitch, my hands grasping on to the table as I fought back the outburst threatening to spill out.

“Huh? What’s wrong with you?”

“Are you…”

“Hm?” My head shot up and my eyes met Uvogin’s.

“Are you fucking serious?” My words started coming out faster than I could think, “You wake up in someone else’s fucking home, unconscious and beaten up, then you offer them no explanation to what happen. Okay, that’s fine. But then you stay the whole first day despite being perfectly fine, and hell, you didn’t even thank me for the meal you had yesterday, you just took your ass right to sleep on my couch!”

“Whoa what’s-“

“Then to have the fucking audacity to wake me up in my bed, without even knocking first, by SHAKING me? To ask me to either cook or order you food? Are you a goddamn toddler? Both your legs and mouth work just fine, you could’ve mosied your ass right outta here and got your fill somewhere else. And oh my god the fucking nerve to complain that there wasn’t enough food to satisfy you? You’re a fucking unbelievable, self centered, freeloading lee-“

The bottom of Uvogin’s hand covered my mouth. My breath hitched as I felt his fingers reach the back of my head; his hand was huge. And the speed of which he crossed the room, I didn’t even register him leaving his seat.

My body began to tremble. Suddenly, I no longer wanted to meet Uvogin’s gaze.

I felt his warm breath brush against the top of my head as he let out a low exhale, I trembled harder in response.

“You’re so tiny… no wonder you couldn’t bottle your feelings up for so long,” he was teasing me. If I wasn’t so scared at the sheer size of this man and his sudden control over me, I could’ve been mad at how he wasn’t taking me seriously. “Look at me.” My eyes didn’t move, my vision unfocused. “Look at me,” his tone was more stern.

My eyes slowly moved to meet his. His eyelids were low and he didn’t have a tint of animosity on his face, but the small grin he had was unnerving; he knew he was truly in control right now.

“Good girl. Now, I’m gonna remove my hand from your mouth, and I don’t wanna hear anything unless I speak to you, understood?” I slowly nodded my head yes in compliance.

His hand slowly backed away from my lips and I let out a shaky breath. “You’re so good at following instructions,” the condescending tone in his voice filled my ears.

“I think your bed is much better suited for me, I’ll sleep there tonight,” Uvogin stated after a long drawn out silence. It had been a couple hours since we last spoke. After the shaky encounter at breakfast, I simply washed the dishes and continued to sit on the opposite end of the couch from him in silence. My eyes stared at the TV blankly, not registering what show was currently on while my mind replayed the scenario.

“M-my bed?” I hated how meek my voice sounded in my own home. He invaded my living room, fridge, and now my room?

“Mhm, it’s big enough. Besides, I can’t sleep on the floor all the time,” he chuckled as if it was truly funny.

‘All the time…’ as if he was staying…

My heart began thumping in my chest at the thought of Uvogin staying for another week, then weeks, then months… Surely he wouldn’t stay for that long though, he’s a drifter who’s place of origin is days travel away. Someone like him wouldn’t find a place like this suitable for settling anyway. It’s too quiet, and I’ve never even heard of people arguing with malicious intent around here before. A brute like Uvogin would get bored soon.

“Uvogin… I have work tomorrow,” I drew out each word, frightened that something would be seen as combative and gain a negative response. “I don’t think you can stay here.”

He laughed at my attempt to get him to leave, “I’m not a pet you have to supervise, I’ll be fine on my own.”

‘Why can’t you just leave?’ I wanted to get down on my knees and break down, beg him to go somewhere else. “Well, I’ll have to go to the grocery store tomorrow as well, so I’ll be gone all day. Besides, you’ve already said I didn’t have enough to feed you.”

“So I’ll go with you. I can stop by your job when you’re done and we can pick up the stuff I like.” It’s like he just couldn’t hear the parts where I was asking him to leave.

I couldn’t imagine Uvogin realistically walking through a store, pushing a cart and having me grab what he was interested in. The image could’ve earned a laugh from me yesterday.

I didn’t say much else until it grew late. I tried putting off going to sleep as much as possible, my eyes darted from the clock to Uvogin and back again. It was now 11:24, the rhythmic ticking slowly lulling me to sleep. I tried fighting it, I didn’t want to allow Uvogin in my room, I wanted to at least put up some kind of resistance.

Eventually my eyes blinked one last time.

The soft buzzing of my phone under my pillow pulled me out of the blank void of sleep. My eyes lazily opened as I let out a stretch, my hands gently pushing against Uvogin’s chest. I closed my eyes once again, being invited back to sleep at the knowledge that this was one of three alarms.

‘Uvogin’s chest?’ My eyes bolted open and I was confronted by Uvogin’s tan skin filling my vision, the hair on his body brushed against my face. My whole body tensed. I stayed still for what felt like hours as I listened to the surprisingly soft snores from the giant man. At one point, he mumbled something in his sleep before tightening his arms around me, pulling me more into his chest.

My alarm buzzed once again under my pillow, but this time I had to use a little more force to pull away from Uvogin to turn it off. I paused at the lack of snoring before my head slowly turned to face him.

His eyes were lazily gazing at me, blinking slowly as if he were fighting off the threat of more sleep. “Is someone calling you?” His voice was low and groggy, the words almost slurred.

I slowly shook my head no, “It’s my alarm. I have to start getting ready for work.” I slowly began pushing my body away from him, sitting up. It felt like a weight was taken off my chest as his hands loosened their grip.

“Can’t you miss it?” Why was he begging me to stay home?

“If I miss work, how am I gonna afford these huge grocery trips?” I retorted before my mind could catch up. I don’t need to afford huge grocery trips in the first place. He’s not staying.

Uvogin chuckled as the hand resting on my hip started moving back and forth, “Just take the stuff you want.”

“Like… steal?” I now turned my head back towards him with a confused look, “You’re wanting me to steal copious amounts of food from a grocery store?”

Uvogin simply nodded and shrugged his shoulders before he made a lazy effort to sit up. My bed creaked, causing me to cringe; the sound was much less abrasive than my poor couch though.

I sighed before shaking my head, “Uvogin, unlike you I live here, I like living here. If I stole something, I’d be banned from the store and arrested. I’m not some drifter unable to settle in one place. I’m here, I’m settled, I’m not risking everything for you to get a couple hours of satisfaction.” My tone was much softer than yesterday, and I tried to choose my words more carefully this time.

Uvogin was scratching the side of his head now in obvious annoyance, “I got it, I got it. You don’t need to keep going on these long rants.”

I felt a wave of relief wash over me at the lack of aggression that my rant earned; I figured the fact that he was sleepy along with my gentle tone played hugely.

My phone buzzed once again. I let out a breath before sliding completely out of Uvogin’s grip and off the bed. I got dressed in the bathroom, locking the door. I mentally prepared myself for another shift, this time there was a positive besides money; I got away from Uvogin.

I left the house without a word; Uvogin was already back asleep by the time I got out of the bathroom so I was already feeling lighter by the lack of interaction.

Within two hours of my shift, I felt my phone buzz. I checked it on my lunch break, finding three additional notifications.

>You didn’t say what time you got off.

>Can you send me the number to that restaurant?

>Your neighbors are fucking annoying, do they not have jobs?

>Can’t you respond?

The contact was already labeled ‘Uvogin’. When did he get into my phone?

I furiously texted responses to each question.

>7:30. There’s a flier on the fridge. The ones on my left work nights and the ones on my right have an unemployed son. I have a job to do.

My head fell between my arms. I didn’t even have enough to pack my lunch today, my mood grew more sour by the minute.

Seeing my coworkers duck and whisper as they exited the building let me know Uvogin was there before my eyes even landed on him.

“Hey,” he held up a hand but didn’t wave.

I simply nodded in acknowledgment while walking to my car. Uvogin followed close behind until I reached the driver’s door. He made his way to the passenger side but blinked in confusion at me from atop the roof.

I slid into the car without acknowledging him further. My eyes widened as it leaned into Uvogin’s weight as he sat in. The car gave a little shake at almost every movement he made. I groaned knowing that my gas was gonna burn even faster, and who knows what other problems this will bring.

I drove to the store, simply nodding or giving Uvogin short answers as he pointed out the window, asking questions about this or that, have I been here or there.

Never had I felt so watched in my life as I had when walking with Uvogin. From the parking lot through ever isle, there was at least one pair of eyes that trailed our movements. I wanted to shrink and throw myself in the cart under the mountain of food that Uvogin was freely picking. He looked at me in surprise when I told him he had 10 final items.

He wordlessly loaded the groceries into the car, out of the car, and into the house. I was finally grateful for him; it was finally only one trip from the car to the house. I began prepping dinner as the man started putting things away, asking where this, this, and this went, or if this had to go in the fridge.

By the time dinner was done, I couldn’t bring myself to eat more than half of my plate, pure exhaustion taking over my body. I felt Uvogin’s eyes on me before I heard the clinking of dishes as he walked around the table, then their clatter as he threw them into the sink. My eyes were fighting to stay open.

Uvogin pushed his hands under my armpits before hoisting me up, wrapping my legs around his waist as far as they could go. My head rested on his shoulder. I wanted to protest, I wanted to tell him to put me down, but I was far too tired.

Over the next three weeks I began to develop a routine with Uvogin; wake up after the second alarm and try to find my phone before it wakes up Uvogin, remind Uvogin why I work, go to work, come home to see he’s got most of dinner already cooked before helping him finish, shower, and watch TV before Uvogin carries me to bed. It was almost like he wasn’t some stranger who crashed in here, but instead a partner of multiple years.

My body began to relax over Uvogin as I felt the beginning of sleep, my limbs sprawled over top of him while we laid on the couch. Over the last week, Uvogin had moved past just cuddling me while I slept; he would hover over me with his hands on my shoulders while I cooked or washed dishes, he would pull me into his lap whenever we were sitting in the same room, or he would pull me over top of him when he wanted to lay down on the couch like now.

An almost purring noise coming from under me is what pulled me out of the entrance of slumber. Then I felt something hard rubbing between my legs.

‘There’s no way-‘ a soft grunt before Uvogin’s hips bucked into me ever so slightly confirmed my suspension.

“U-Uvogin!” I rose up as much as I could under his hand, his grip on my waist wasn’t tight but it didn’t need to be, he was strong even when he wasn’t trying.

“Ah shit-“ he let out a low groan, “you’re awake.” I wiggled more under his grip now. He pushed his hand down on my lower back, pushing out a soft yelp from me.

“What are… what are you doing?” My chest felt tight as my stomach twisted into knots.

He pushed harder into my crotch, a shiver traveled up my spine. My body began to tremble, “I thought- ah, I thought you were sleeping already.” His breath brushed against my ear and I felt my body beginning to shake.

“Uvogin s-stop. What are you talking about?”

“Stop squirming so damn much,” his breath was picking up as his movements became harsher. One of his hands toyed with the waist of my pants. “I usually wait, mmm, until you’re out cold. You’re usually so receptive too, your little hips move back and forth like you couldn’t wait for me to touch you,” he let out a low chuckle before his hand dipped into my underwear to fondle my ass.

His cock was rigid under my body, threatening to break through the fabric of both of our shorts. His hand was tough against my ass, the squeezing nearly bringing tears to my eyes. “Please… p-please be gentler!” I cried out. Uvogin grinned widely and I can already tell that it was because I didn’t ask him to stop.

My lips wouldn’t form the words ‘stop’ or ‘no’. The only sounds that came out of my mouth were moans or whimpers, which he took as an invitation to go further. His hand pushed further into my panties, reaching around to my clit. I screwed my eyes shut and buried my face deep into his chest.

His chest bounced up and down as he let out a loud laugh, “So wet for me, I knew that whole ‘I hate you’ act was a farce.” I could only shake my head back and forth to show my disagreement, still not being able to face him. “Oh?” I felt his finger tips brush against my clit lightly, causing my hips to buck against his hand while pressing further down on his cock. “Your body seems to disagree.” I could see the shit eating grin he definitely had in the darkness of my closed eyes.

“Might as well go all the way tonight since you know now.” Before I could even question what he meant, I was flipped onto my back, his large frame caging me on the couch. He did in fact have a shit eating grin planted on his lips. He pulled my shirt off of my body, then snapped off my bra; he whistled before his lips latched onto one of my nipples.

My back arched, pushing my breast further towards him. I felt his hands pushing down my pants and my underwear before he threw them across the room. My thighs pressed closely together at the sudden cool breeze.

He chuckled, “You’ve already grown comfortable with me, don’t pretend to be shy now,” he spoke like we had had sex a thousand times before. With little effort, he pushed my legs apart with one hand.

First he took over my living room, my kitchen, my room and bed, and now Uvogin feels entitled enough to take over my body. I should be angry, the tightness in my stomach should be built from anger, not from the pleasure from his tongue playing with my nipples as his finger traced circles over my clit.

My heart raced as his fingers rubbed suddenly faster. I looked down to see Uvogin grinding into the couch, his free hand palming his rock hard erection through his shorts. My face grew warmer in the shame of being the only one naked.

The shame didn’t last for long as my mind began growing quiet save for the thoughts of reaching my orgasm. “U-Uvogin, Uvogin I’m gonna,” I couldn’t think of a complete sentence as Uvogin’s fingers worked harder, his mouth sucking more aggressively on my hard nipples. The licking, sucking, and the biting made my head swirl, mixing light pain with intense pleasure.

Without much warning I came undone under Uvogin. My fingers wrapped tuffs of his hair and pulled, his head didn’t budge an inch. He wouldn’t stop, his fingers only slightly slowed anc his tongue only lightly brushing over my nipples as I rode out my orgasm on his hand.

“T-too much,” I meekly whimpered as I quickly entered overstim terrority. Uvogin just chuckled, his fingers steadily slowed down, but they didn’t stop as he made eye contact.

“You’re pretty when the only shit coming out of your mouth is the sound of wanting me.” I snapped my half lidded eyes at him, glaring to let him know I disapproved despite the moans slipping through my lips.

He pushed himself up a little, putting one hand above my head on the couch’s arm. The length of his cock pressed against my outer labia; I shuddered under the weight of it. There was no way it was gonna fit. As if he read my mind, “I’ll take it as slow as I can, but it will fit,” he growled lowly before rocking his hips back and forth.

I began to clench around nothing, whining quietly in anticipation. Uvogin’s sudden call to patience created a painful ache in my core; he was the one that couldn’t wait until I was truly asleep before fondling my ass, but now he decided to put years of discipline to use to stop himself from fucking me?

My jaw clenched, desperate to try to hold back any sounds in order to draw out his egotistical side, the side that needed me to let all the neighbors know how good he was making me feel. How the freeloading bastard was now laying claim to my body.

I shivered at the thought, the fact that the tip of his cock was now pressing at my opening was not helping me keep still nor quiet. If Uvogin was in a more stable mind, he probably would’ve held out longer, recognizing my attempts to frustrate him. He wasn’t in a more stable mind though. The annoyance from my silent treatment was evident on his face. I couldn’t refrain from smiling a little at my small victory.

Uvogin’s own grin wiped my smile away. I sharply inhaled, grasping desperately onto the couch’s cushions as the burly man began pressing the tip of his cock into me. His movements were slow, but not slow enough for me to get used to the current length before he pressed in further.

He bottomed out, stilling as his cock twitched. I tried to steady my breathing, tried to refocus my eyes, tried to stop my whimpering and whines at the sensation of his entire dick deep inside me, stretching me open. I heard his own breath hitch, “Fuck fuck fuck, relax!” he begged; it sounded like the wood in the couch arm was crushing.

It felt like hours before I could even breathe relatively normal, much less relax my cunt. Uvogin’s fingers rubbed lazily on my clit in an attempt to aid my issue. “It all fits,” he once cooed during the adjustment.

Uvogin took my calmer breathing as a sign to start moving. His hips slowly pulled backwards, my cunt clenched after it, desperate to refill the now empty inches inside of me. The desperation didn’t last long, he had only pulled out half way before the length of him pushed back in. He repeated this motion; half out, all in, half out, all in, antagonistically slow.

“F-faster please,” I begged, my mind couldn’t completely comprehend what I was requesting.

Uvogin’s lips cracked into a snarky grin before his hips snapped into me. I felt like I was gonna break at any second, his sudden increase in speed gave me no time to think. It wasn’t just his cock that sped up, his fingers hungrily went to work on my clit. My mind felt numb as my body rocked up and down while my moans and cries for Uvogin drowned out the aggressive creaking of the couch.

My arms wrapped tightly around Uvogin’s neck, he humored me and came closer as if I could actually pull him. His forehead pressed against mine with a gentleness I couldn’t imagine he had, my name left his lips with a sense of urgency, like at any moment I could break out of his grip.

My knees pressed against Uvogin’s hips in an unneeded effort to keep him inside of me. I felt every muscle in my body tighten as I clamped down on his cock, “U-Uvogin,” I choked out, “cum.. soon…” My mind could barely come together enough to form a string of words..

Uvogin’s thrusts were steady and harsh. “Cum, cum for me while I take you.” The words practically set fire to my pelvis as I shook under him, crying out the man’s name as I finally broke, my climax coating his cock.

His hips snapped more eratically, “Ah, fucking-, fuck!” His voice was so loud, I’m surprised the neighbors weren’t banging on my door already. I mewled at the unstopping feeling of his skin slapping against mine, his cock bashing my body, overwhelming my pussy.

I pawed helplessly at his chest, attempting to get away before the pain of overstimulation grew. The hand not gripping the couch was now pressed onto my stomach to keep me in place, also pushing down harder every time his cock pushed in. I couldn’t form words at this point, couldn’t beg him to stop or at least slow down.

He was pushing down more aggressively now, I felt his muscles tense. “Close, so fucking close to claiming you, finally claiming you,” his voice was low and guttural. My eyes rolled back, the words made me waver in excitement, in that moment I could’ve begged him for it. I didn’t want anything more than for him to fill me completely.

I whined loudly as I felt a second orgasm approaching. Drool was rolling down the side of my cheek, I was being fucked dumb. Usually calm and level headed, all it took was a couple thrusts from a guy who refused to leave to break me.

The thought drove me over the edge, I couldn’t hold back. Uvogin groaned as I came once again around his cock without warning. I felt limp for only a moment as my body tensed at the merciless thrusting.

This time, his body slammed against me roughly, causing me to cry out. His cock twitched eagerly as the length of his movements shortened.

Without warning, he pulled out one last time before burying his cock as deep as it could go, spilling his own orgasm out with a loud and deep groan.

I laid there, regulating my breath and regaining my thoughts as I felt his cum slowly leaking down my ass. My eyes blinked a couple of times, threatening to stay shut before I pushed them back open. My body finally lay limp, not a single muscle seemed to contain enough energy to perform.

It took a couple seconds for me to realize that Uvogin was stroking my head, that I was back on top of him in the same position as before we started all of this. My eyelids won the fight and finally shut as the calm rhythm of Uvogin’s heart lulled me to sleep.

‘Fucking freeloader,’ I thought with a little less malice.

#hxh x reader smut #uvogin #uvogin x reader #fem reader #reader insert #uvogin hxh #smut #smut fic #smut fanfiction #hxh smut #uvogin x reader smut #18+ only #18+ content #dubious consent #dude will just not leave #first person pov #i really don’t know how tumblr tags work help #also when am i supposed to post

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mayxo-hxh · 1 month

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hisoillus first hug ever was prompted by illumi while he was asleep. hisoka was already close and a sleeping illumi just wrapped his arms around him and pulled him close and hisoka froze the fuck up because he has NOT hugged anyone in.... decades

i like to think illumi hugs a pillow as he sleeps so he just ends up hugging hisoka without knowing and hisoka sits there for a good hour without moving a muscle not sure what the hell to do

If illumi wakes up he will either notice he was hugging hisoka or wouldnt notice bcs he wouldnt open his eyes until he'd untangled himself from hisoka already so hed be like. huh. it felt like i was hugging something while sleeping i wonder what that was. if he did notice tho jdsbgjbdgjdhgsj

I also think itd be INSANELY funny if illumi thinks hisokas his pillow while eepy and he just. wants to turn to the other side and ends up lifting hisoka with his entire strength and flips him to the other side with him and hisokas like ?????????????????????????????

#the awkwardness of it all is just the cherry on top.#hisoka tries to move away but illumi clings tighter and at this point he just wants to not exist in the moment #theyd both be so insanely awkward about physical touch with each other at first bcs hisoka isnt used to it at all #but as time goes by... the moment they get comfy with it? its all theyre ever doing together when theyre all alone...#cuddles. lots of cuddles. lots of hand holding. its a love language. its THEIR love language. holding each other. knowing ur loved 1 is saf #right in between ur arms. its where u both belong. where u both feel the safest.#anyways ill take all of these big ass descriptions into my hisoillu fics instead lmao adios #hisoillu #hisoka x illumi #illumi #illumi zoldyck #hisoka #hisoka morow #hxh #hunter x hunter #my post #my hcs

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meggie-moo · 5 months

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very random, but my friend @vmprchn and i read this hxh fic AGES AGO on wattpad when we were kids, and it most definitely got deleted (we can’t find it anywhere :( ), but i need to know if anyone else read this fic, because we want to reread it soooo bad, but of course can’t.

setting the scene: it was a killugon high school musical au i’m pretty sure? the biggest thing about it was that it had a very random self insert character that younger megan was very prepared to hate, and i remember liking her lol. i think she rode around on a cloud, and dated zushi. i remember specifically a scene of everyone bullying retz for being a capricorn, and that gon sang like brendon urie, killua like “a male version of melanie martinez” and i think retz like ariana grande. there was also a gag about kurapika beating up chrollo and getting sent to detention.

it was most definitely a mess, and in hindsight totally something of that era. but just know fetus meg ate that shit UP. and vamp and i love rereading fanfics on calls with silly voices, and we would absolutely love to find it again. 😭 i also need to know if anyone else remembers this fever dream of a fic, or if it’s just really niche.

anyways i hope the author knows we think about this fic like 24/7 and i would love to see it again 🙏 i doubt anyone has like a google doc or pdf saved. but if you do i’ll like give you a free art commission or something (within reason) lol.

#meg’s incoherent thoughts #hxh #hunter x hunter #this is truly a meg’s incoherent thought damn this is a ramble LOL #like was the fic good? no #was it the first ever fic i read that made me understand why people read fanfiction? yes #forever holds a special place in my heart #author ily and i hope you’re doing great #your self insert was rad as hell #killugon #killua zoldyck #gon freecss #kurapika #chrollo lucilfer

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thee-great-enigma · 7 months

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|× "Oh no, Theodore would never touch...whatever that is."

•‡ Fem reader, abuse, rape (non con is okay 👍🏻), incest, etc.

|× "Yes, he loves those!"

•‡ Male reader (both top and bot, sub and Dom), male characters, gn reader (top, bot, sub, Dom), occasionally fem characters, all fandoms

|× "Questions? Yeah I think he's fine with them."

•‡ Asks and requests are always open, spitball sessions very welcome, I really wanna post more so if someone has ideas pls gimme

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•‡ I will write for absolutely any fandom and any characters but I especially love Call of Duty and Genshin Impact, especially Price, Ghost, Kaeya, Diluc, Gaz, Soap, Rosaria, Wriothesley, Makarov and a few others.

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delphi333 · 8 months

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i was supposed to write a stage play for class and made it about leopika bc the brain worms got me good 😭

it's the first ever stage play/fanfic I've ever written and its kinda embarrassing, so if you have any constructive criticism please lmk ^^!!

it's a bit angsty so beware

Stay

CHARACTERS:

LEORIO: 21, male, med student and aspiring doctor

KURAPIKA: 19, male, black business suit

SETTING:

(Scene One) Past midnight. Dark city alley

(Scene Two) Living room

Act 1 Scene 1

(KURAPIKA is lying in a dimly lit alley way, sandwiched between a dumpster and some trash bags, grasping at his ribs, taking shallow breaths. It’s past midnight. He dials a number from memory with trembling fingers.)

(CURTAIN CLOSES)

Act 1 Scene 2

(LEORIOs living room, KURAPIKA (bandaged) is lying on the couch, LEORIO is off to the side sitting in a chair reading a book or something. KURAPIKA stirs, LEORIO reacts immediately, rushing to his side. KURAPIKA attempts to sit up and struggles, LEORIO helps him.)

KURAPIKA

Where- (he gasps, grasping at his wound then notices LEORIO) Leorio.

LEORIO

Hey, hey... Easy. (Begins changing the bandages and tending to KURAPIKA)

(KURAPIKA closes his eyes, silence falls over them for a beat)

LEORIO

Yaknow. It’s been 8 months since we last talked and this is what you call me for?

(KURAPIKA grumbles, annoyed)

LEORIO

Honestly, Kurapika, would a little ‘hello, hi, how are you doing’ every once in a while, hurt? I guess it would, since, you never call me unless you’re hurt. (Roughly cleans wound and ties bandage)

KURAPIKA

You know I can’t call the hospital... (winces from pain)

LEORIO

Yeah, and why is that Kurapika? Oh right, you’re out there running with the mafia pretending like you're some kind of- of- (Stammers, not being able to find the words. He sighs) Kurapika, you can’t keep doing this.

KURAPIKA

Fine, next time I’m on the verge of death I’ll call someone else.

LEORIO

You know that’s not what I meant… I’m just...

KURAPIKA

I know. (He sits up)

LEORIO

Do you though? Because every time I call you, you never answer... Do you even care? Not just about me but: Gon and Killua. Those boys they... they need you. I need you, Kurapika. Does that even mean to you...?

(KURAPIKA is silent, he looks away)

LEORIO

I know you’re on this grand quest for revenge against those monsters who wronged you, but you’re not alone. You have us... we could... We could help.

KURAPIKA

Leorio-

LEORIO

(Cutting him off, stern) No. I’m serious. We’re tired of seeing you hurt yourself like this over and over again! (He stands up) I can’t stand watching dig your own grave! (Desperate) Maybe you could just... Let it go.

(The light fades to red gradually as KURAPIKA speaks to represent his anger slowly bubbling up inside.)

KURAPIKA

Leorio, you don’t know what you’re talking about.

LEORIO

I do- You’re giving your life up for one cause! You’re the only member of the kurta clan left, if you die... Then...

KURAPIKA

(stands up abruptly, ignoring the pain) DON’T YOU THINK I KNOW THAT. I’ve given my life up years ago. I’ve known the risks since I set my resolve. I do not fear the consequences of my actions, the only thing I fear is that my-

LEORIO

(Cutting in) ‘rage will fade over time’, yeah, yeah, I know.

KURAPIKA

then you understand why I’m doing this.

LEORIO

(Stone cold) no, I don't- why can't you just give up on this?! do you really think the kurta would've wanted this?!

KURAPIKA

that is ENOUGH. do not dare speak of my clan! choose your next words wisely...

LEORIO

(sighs) I’m sorry... I just don't think this is right- how many have died by your hand? how much more of this, until... until you lose your humanity completely...? (You can hear the strain and hurt in his voice)

KURUPIKA

(Dry chuckle/scoff) ...humanity? really, Leorio...Humanity? (He looks down and sighs deeply for a moment, a joyless and cold smile on his face) the moment I discovered my entire family had been massacred and mutilated ruthlessly, devoid of any mercy, I relinquished my “humanity”. I no longer possess such a privilege. I am unworthy of even considering myself human- I’m nothing more than a beast donning human clothing, a mere vessel brimming solely with rage and malice.

LEORIO

Kurapika- you don’t- you don’t really think that... do you? (He shakes his head, taking Kurapika’s hand)

(KURAPIKA does not meet his eye. LEORIO cups KURAPIKAs face, brushing his hair from his eyes, forcing KURAPIKA to look at him)

LEORIO

Come here (he leads Kurapika to the couch and they sit down. Kurapika complies. Leorio takes Kurapika’s hand and places it on Kurapika’s heart) the rhythm of your heart, the lifeblood coursing through your veins, your every inhale and exhale… this is proof that you’re alive, Kurapika. (He removes Kurapika’s hand from his heart but holds on to it, gently rubbing with his thumbs) your thoughts, your emotions… don’t ever say you’re unworthy of being human (He shakes his head). You may question it, but I know you. I know how smart and- and caring you are... you can be kind of an ass (he chuckles), but I know that’s because of how much you care, Kurapika. You care so so much. You wouldn’t have gone through all this trouble if you didn’t (smiles sadly).

(Lets go of his hand)

Ah, I’m terrible at this... but I hope you get what I mean. (Nervous fidgeting) just- I- we care about you too.

(The words hang in the air for several seconds before KURAPIKA finally speaks up)

KURAPIKA

(apprehensive) How... are they by the way- Gon and Killua?

LEORIO

(laughs) you don’t listen to my voicemails... do you?

KURAPIKA

Sometimes... (lies)

LEORIO

Ouch, well, where do I even start... The last time I called was to tell you Gon had gone and gotten himself mortally wounded- the kid almost died!

(KURAPIKA grimaces)

He's fine now though, Killua got his sister to fix him up and now they're out exploring the world and whatnot.

KURAPIKA

Killua has a sister...?

LEORIO

You've missed quite a lot... oh! Gon finally met his dad! The man’s a good for nothing deadbeat though… I had to give him a mean uppercut. (Leorio clutches his bicep triumphantly)

KURAPIKA

you mean...?

LEORIO

I punched em’.

KURAPIKA

(owlish) you... (chuckles delicately, the air seems lighter now) punched the Ging Freecs, Gon’s father?

LEORIO

(Boastful laugh) Yeah, He didn’t know what hit him!

KURAPIKA

Impressive.

(beat)

KURAPIKA

Leorio.

LEORIO

...Yes?

KURAPIKA

Did I ever tell you... (struggling to articulate his words seemingly for the first time in his life) Did I ever tell you what happened... The day my clan was massacred?

(LEORIO shakes his head, serious)

KURAPIKA

(the light changes to a mellow blue, somber music and stuff plays, it”s peaceful and a little bittersweet.)

I was... foolish. overconfident. We lived in a hidden forest, closed off from the outside world. I got this idea- that If I could make it to the outside world I could find a cure for my friend, (hesitates, lip quivering) Pairo’s, blindness. I-I thought we would explore the world together.

I begged the chief to leave, and studied for weeks until I was ready... (beat, he begins choking back tears) I promised Pairo... I promised him I’d come back, I-

It’s my fault. I-I- should’ve been there- why was I... I’m the only one left, Leorio.

(the lights dim, red spotlight on KURAPIKA as he sobs into LEORIOS arms, and he can’t seem to stop for several beats.)

(KURAPIKA calms down with the help of LEORIO who is soothingly rubbing his back. The color spotlight goes back to normal)

KURAPIKA

(Wiping his tears and coming back to his senses) My apologies... I don’t know what came over me I-

LEORIO

Hey, hey it’s okay. Don’t worry about it (LEORIO removes KURAPIKA’s hands from his face and replaces them with LEORIO’s own. He uses his sleeve to wipe the remaining wetness from KURAPIKA’s face, after: they gaze into each other’s eyes and stay there for a beat. The light flashes red for a second, and a little ding like sound effect plays at the same time before they look away simultaneously.)

(LEORIO clears his throat and stands awkwardly)

LEORIO

I’m gonna... (gestures off stage) Do you want some tea or something?

(KURAPIKA nods awkwardly and silently. He watches LEORIO walk off stage)

(After a beat, KURAPIKA’s phone rings and he picks up)

KURAPIKA

...Yes. Yes, understood.

(KURAPIKA gets up from the couch, he looks sad for a moment but straightens up. He grabs his jacket from the chair near the couch and begins walking off stage in the opposite direction as LEORIO. he stops, looks back, and hesitates for a moment but ultimately makes the decision to leave.

The lights dim and come back up after a beat to show an empty stage, LEORIO walks on with a smile on his face staring down at the two coffee mugs hes carrying.)

LEORIO

I didn't know what kind you wanted, so I kinda jus- (He looks up and notices the empty room and stops.)

(Lights dim, curtains close.)

END.

thank you so so much for reading till the end!!! :D I hope you enjoyed it even a little bit lol

again if you have any constructive criticism and suggestions of what I can do better please lmk :)))

#hxh #hunter x hunter #leorio #leorio paladiknight #kurapika #kurapika kurta #leopika #writing #hxh fanfic #stage play #writters on tumblr #writers on tumblr #writerscommunity #first fic

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touchlikethesun · 1 month

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so i've already doled out pet names to a few hq characters, tobio's "my son <3", akaashi's "my darling," yachi's "my girl <3"...

originally tsukki didn't get a pet name (well, you could say originally he already had a pet name but i'm 23 now and i don't want to call a 15yro boy the same pet name i called him when i was 13/14 nope nope), mostly cause he's already tsukki, that's not a pet name but it is a nickname. but now i feel like just "tsukki" isn't affectionate enough, and even "tsukki <3" doesn't quite feel right... maybe "my dino nerd <3"?? with the "<3" the "<3" is very important... that feels a bit reductive...

this is a serious dilemma.

#for those curious i unironically and frequently referred to him as “my husband” for year #bc yeah i've always had a hard time disentangling identification and attraction #calling him that now would both be wildly inappropriate - he's a babyyyyy - and also inaccurate like that's not my husband that's ME so #i think he was the second character i called that... the first was kurapika from hxh and you know what i'd still call him that today #like if i got back into hxh #love kurapika <3 #and i am not really that much like him #if anything i am more like leorio #and the fact that i can admit that is truly proof of character development #how are leorio and tsukki similar...?#well don't think tooo hard about it kk thx bb <3 #anyways i will think about this and report back #maybe strawberry boy? but that's also reductive #sweetheart is what i have other characters call him in fics #i could do that but THAT feels like crossing a line #that's for kuroo not for me #ah well anyways #tsukki <3 #tsukishima kei #haikyuu

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rebellionmoon · 1 year

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Illumi adores terms of endearment with his wife. Baby, Love, Beloved, My Girl. etc. Both in giving and receiving them. And he especially loves being called baby by his wife, it makes him so, so happy.

I'm imagining a scene with Illumi and Psyche, and Illumi hears her calling 'baby' and he immediately turns his head to her because that's him, he's baby, she couldn't be referring to anyone else BUT HIM. Psyche throws around cutesy words more than Illumi does while he uses them sparingly. But every time he hears her say it, even if it isn't directed towards him, he turns his head in her direction anyway because he can't help it. He is always her baby.

#when illumi falls in love he fall in love hard #thinking about him and psyche and everything i want to write them together in #i'm thinking of them being in love but i have to get them through the angst first because of how i plotted my fic...#illumi #illumi hc #illumi x oc #illumi hxh #illumi zoldyck #illumi hunter x hunter #illumi headcanon #illumi headcanons #illumi fanfic #illumi x you #illumi/oc #illumi x y/n #illumi fic #where shadows touch #my post

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hisokas-toybox · 2 years

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Cold comfort

A short fluff/angst one piece I wrote inspired by this artwork by tumblr user domilk (https://www.tumblr.com/domilk).

Pairing: Hisoka/Illumi

Word count: 1,479

Content warnings: None

Cold Comfort

“Are you cold?”

Hisoka asked as he gazed down at Illumi sitting cross-legged on the floor of his room in the Heaven’s arena.

“No. I’m fine, why?” Illumi looked inquiringly at the magician who was sprawled out on the sofa, taking up all the space with his long legs.

“Don’t lie to me Illu, you’re shivering. I can see that from here.” Hisoka retorted, not fooled by Illumi’s attempt to deceive him. “You know, you could have just asked me to close a window, or put the heating on for a while. Or done it yourself, you are an adult after all, aren’t you?” Hisoka’s tone was mocking, but beneath the teasing there was a rare hint of warmth and concern for the assassin. Hisoka knew his partner was strange and tried not to question his unusual tendencies, such as choosing to sit on the floor rather than any of the more comfortable seating options in the room, refusing food or drink unless he had cooked and/or paid for it himself and never staying overnight with Hisoka, despite the fact they’d been dating for months now and that his bed was big enough for at least 4 people. Hisoka never questioned these little quirks, accepting that they were part of what made Illumi so different to anyone else and so much more interesting and appealing.

However, that didn’t mean he was just going to allow his boyfriend to feel any kind of discomfort, not in his home, and he certainly wasn’t about to let him lie about it. Deception was Hisoka’s specialty; he didn’t appreciate anyone trying to out-do him.

“Yes. I’m 24, I thought you knew that already?” Illumi’s tone bore its usual lack of expression. However, Hisoka could tell that in this instance he was being sarcastic, and met the response with a sharp glare that served as a warning not to go off topic.

“I’m fine. My body will adjust itself, there’s no need to make changes just to accommodate for me.” Illumi continued, ignoring Hisoka’s warning glare.

“You know that money isn’t a problem, I can more than afford to put the heating on for a while.”

“No thank you.”

Hisoka rolled his eyes, Illumi was being stubborn, but this time Hisoka had decided he wasn’t going to just let this go.

“Then, at the very least let me give you a blanket, I do hate to see you so uncomfortable my dear.”

“A blanket?” Illumi looked at Hisoka with those blank eyes, not comprehending.

“You know, large, soft piece of fabric to sit on or wrap around yourself, usually found on beds or over sofas.” Hisoka teased, earning an eyeroll from Illumi.

“Yes. I know what a blanket is. But why would I want one?”

Hisoka opened his mouth to make another sharp retort, but stopped short narrowing his eyes at Illumi instead. His expression, although difficult to read, seemed sincere. Illumi was genuinely asking why he’d want a blanket.

“Why wouldn’t you want a blanket?” Hisoka asked, almost as genuinely curious as Illumi had been, “it’ll warm you up, and they’re soft and comfy.”

Comprehension dawned over Illumi’s face, a brief light in his otherwise dark, mysterious eyes.

“Comfort is not necessary for an assassin. It is merely a luxury and something we cannot become too used to. Not being able withstand simple discomfort is a form of weakness.”

The words may have come from Illumi’s lips, but they were not his. Hisoka knew Illumi had grown up in a strict training regime to become the lethal assassin he was now. These words carried the weight of some kind of indoctrination or mantra that he clearly believed to be true.

“So, you’ve never had a nice blanket, or duvet or anything remotely comfortable? What do you sleep on?” Hisoka felt he already knew the answer and that he didn’t like it, but he had to know for sure.

Illumi shook his head. “I sleep on the floor; it provides good spinal support and is a good habit to get into for long missions where I’m outside a lot.”

Hisoka cringed at the memory of Illumi digging a literal hole in the ground to sleep in during the Hunter Exam. Was that a regular habit of his? At least it explained why he insisted on sitting on the floor at any given opportunity and also why he never stayed overnight with Hisoka, but it was a depressing thought.

Standing up Hisoka crossed the room in two large strides. He opened the wardrobe, eyeing the contents that lined the top shelf – a selection of pillows and blankets left as complimentary extras by the Arena staff to ensure the needs of all the high-ranking fighters were met. Finally, his eyes rested on what he was looking for, the largest, softest blanket he had ever seen. It was too warm for him to use on his own bed, but for this particular emergency it was perfect.

“What are you doing?” Illumi asked as he watched Hisoka pull the ridiculously large blanket out from the wardrobe.

“Fixing this terrible mistake. Blankets and comfort are good things and you deserve to experience good things my dear.”

With a flourish, Hisoka draped the large blanket over Illumi, before settling in behind him on the floor his legs on either side of the assassin’s slim body. Illumi tried to wriggle out from the blanket, but Hisoka wrapped his arms around him, tightly caging him in a blanket burrito, with only his head sticking out so he could breathe.

Hisoka chuckled softly, Illumi looked adorable all bundled up like this, even if he was frowning.

“Relax, I will let you out. But only once you accept that this is comfy and nice.”

“This is comfy and nice.” Illumi responded automatically, clearly hoping that Hisoka would let him go if he said the magic words. Hisoka just chuckled again though.

“Nice try darling. But you can’t just say the words. You need to mean them too.” He squeezed his arms tighter around the burrito bundle and pressed a gentle kiss to Illumi’s neck. Illumi gave a frustrated sigh not liking having his freedom taken from him, if it were anyone else ridiculing him this way, they’d be dead.

Hisoka tried to keep things as natural as possible, chattering on to Illumi as though this was a totally normal position for them to be in. He worked hard to keep his tone light, but Illumi’s rigidity and seemingly total inability to relax and just enjoy or even understand simple comfort made him ache with sadness and rage. He had to work hard not to let his bloodlust show, but Hisoka was furious at the Zoldyck parents. Sure, their training had produced an elite assassin. But at what cost to Illumi? Was it worth it if he couldn’t even enjoy the most basic of human comfort?

Hisoka was beginning to consider just giving up and freeing Illumi from his arms – he was no longer shivering any more so there seemed little point in keeping him trapped against his will if he wasn’t enjoying it.

However, just as he was about to release his prisoner, Illumi shifted slightly – leaning so his back was pressed against Hisoka’s chest. Hisoka barely dared to breathe, he could feel the shift in Illumi’s aura, the usual high alertness that was consistent to him had lowered a little and Hisoka could feel from the weight of Illumi pressed against him, that his muscles were more relaxed than before when he’d been sat upright.

Illumi tipped his head back to look directly at Hisoka, before speaking.

“I suppose, this actually is quite comfortable.”

Hisoka smiled, “told you so…. Just wait until you discover pillows.”

Illumi sighed and curled onto his side, his face pressing against Hisoka’s chest, long hair almost completely concealing him.

“‘s very warm though.” Illumi mumbled almost inaudibly making Hisoka shake with silent laughter. He’d never seen Illumi this unguarded before, it was surprising, and warmed Hisoka’s heart.

“Guess I’ll just have to make-do as a pillow for now.” Hisoka whispered moments later as the assassins breathing slowed and deepened. He watched enraptured as sleep engulfed Illumi, smoothing out his features and giving him an almost child-like look of innocence.

Very slowly and carefully, so as not to wake him, Hisoka shifted so he was lying on the floor, pulling the bundled up Illumi burrito on top of him. He supposed that if Illumi was willing to try sleeping in a blanket for him the least Hisoka could do was try to sleep on the floor. It wasn’t the most comfortable but he would gladly convert if it meant more of this kind of gentle intimacy with his favourite assassin in future.

Though he may need to teach Illumi not to hog the entire blanket next time they decided to nap together.

#Hunter X Hunter #hxh #hxh oneshot #hxh fanfic #Hisoka #Illumi #Hisoka/Illumi #hisoillu #my writing #this is the first fic I've ever finished and the first I've ever posted here #please be kind #fluff #angst #one of my fave ships #I love them

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fireolin · 2 years

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The Wishing Hunt 𝕏𝕏 Ch 17 𝕏𝕏

𝕏 17 𝕏 Payback (Read on AO3)

...He was aware of Gon alternately examining his face and watching his claws, which were no longer black, but gleaming amber and silver in the light from the hearth and the window opposite. Did he appear too strange since the heat of the spice had eased? His features, common to his family, were sharper than those of most humans. An age had passed since he’d exposed himself to anyone without his glamour. Only his hopeless fascination with Gon kept him shrinking from scrutiny, particularly since his face would remind Gon of his lies...

This chapter: Killua wants to handle the spice maturely, but Gon has learned to be cautious of fae.

Rating: E (lifted due to vote outcomes) Hunter x Hunter fic, Fae Au Killugon, where your votes help direct the story!

About: The fae realm of Aiai is full of romantic dangers as fae seek to lure humans. As they travel on their own quests, ex-assassin fae Killua and Prince Gon embark on a fake relationship to help keep them safe from fae advances. Neither are looking for love, but the biggest romantic challenge for them both turns out to be each other and the terrain of their own pasts. Chapter 1 on Ao3

#hxh fic #killugon #gonkillu #the wishing hunt #medieval fae AU #this is the first of two chapters in response to the last vote #i've lifted the rating for the freedom an E rating brings for certain scenes but overall the fic will continue in the same style #hope you enjoy this people still reading and thanks for your patiences with my snail-like speed

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thehomothings · 2 years

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HELLO here i am with yet another fic about ...you guessed it that Kite guy

This has been my contribution to hxhbb!!! This event was more than fun to participate in and i met so many amazing people including the brilliant @rayvven who illustrated an upcoming scene from the fic AND ITS SO 😍 BEAUTIFUL GUYS i can't get enough of it it's my phone background now

I look forward to participating in the big bang next year and also binding everyone's works this year!!! Edit: i forgot the link good lord https://archiveofourown.org/works/39826275/chapters/99712011

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jasperfei2 · 8 months

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Old friends

PhinFei fanfic!!

*warning*

This will be a lot different from the HxH canon world, and this is my first fic so it may not be written super well.

It was a hot august day in York New city, though people were still bustling the streets, and you could hear car horns from miles away.

Up in a tall apartment building lived a short man named Feitan Portor, age 28 and five years out of university, he was looking to become a business owner, his dream was to have his own company.

He worked hard in mathematics and all kinds of science to become an astronaut, since it was year 2450, everything was super futuristic but even with all of the technology no one has ever flown out of this galaxy.

It was Feitan’s goal to do that.

The short man was in his apartment room, sitting calmly at his desk to do work on his computer, not feeling energized at all even though having three cups of coffee and a fourth one on the go.

He typed pretty fast on the computer, not even having to look at keys to do so.

His head perked up a little when he heard his phone buzzing but it was all the way over on his bed.

‘why didn’t I just leave the phone beside me…?’

He sighs and reached over to grab it while his body was half off his work chair, he managed to grab his phone right before falling to his demise on the wooden ground.

He answered and puts the phone up to his ear, using his shoulder to keep it up while typing on his computer still.

“Hello?”

“Uh, hey Feitan, it’s me Phinks.” The other person on the line said.

Feitan stopped typing and then grabbed his phone, feeling a bit surprised.

“Oh, hey there, we have not called in a long time…usually when you do something bad has happened.”

“Well…nothing bad happened, don’t worry, I was calling to say that I’m gonna be visiting the city and I was wondering if you’d like to hangout?”

Feitan knew he’d say that.

They were best friends through elementary school and all the way out of high school, they practically hung out every day, staying over at each other’s house and playing video games or listening to some music.

“Hangout?” Feitan asked, with his quiet, whispery voice.

“Yeah, we haven’t done it in awhile, y’know? I wanna catch up on a few things.”

Feitan leaned back in his seat, staying quiet for an extra moment, thinking.

He guessed he should say yes to the other’s request, it wouldn’t hurt to hang out at all, and the thought of catching up on things with him made him kinda happy.

“Yeah, that sounds good, we can hangout on the weekend if you want…I will not be busy.” Feitan nods, but knowing the other couldn’t see his nods.

Phinks was on his porch while talking to him, standing up and watching the rain.

“Seriously? Great! I’m gonna be flying in on Friday at noon, then I’ll have to fly out Monday morning.”

Phinks, age 27, lived all the way out in Oregon, living in a small town in the forest mountains, he was definitely an outside kind of man, going fishing every other weekend, same with hunting, though he worked a few jobs, he works as a mechanic engineer for cars, working in a calm auto shop, his second job was something else revolving around cars, which was a Body Shop and he worked there for plenty of years now, being the manager as well.

He also owned a few horses, using them to get around in the large land of forests, he usually ride them without any tack on, and the horses just knew the way home or knew all of the trail rides by memory.

“And hey you’re still dating that guy right?” Phinks asked a bit loudly…

Feitan frowns a bit at the other man’s voice.

“No, we broke up like two years ago, Phinks.” He said in a quiet manner.

“Oh is that right? Can’t believe I didn’t know that.”

Feitan slowly closed his computer.

“Yeah, uh, it was…hard, left me here to raise a kid, and not a single ounce of child support.” The short man mumbled.

Him and his ex boyfriend got a kid because they thought they would would eventually get married and have a life together, but Feitan was wrong, a few years into their relationship he learnt that the man wanted nothing to do with him and flat out cheated on him and left.

Feitan wouldn’t want to use the word ‘stuck’ but he was left with his daughter, Lin, she was only four years old, but even though she knew she only had one parent she was a really happy kid, she went to school, having a bunch of friends, she went on field trips, and her all time favourite thing in the world was having a father-daughter date with Feitan, he usually took her shopping, or go out to a restaurant, also to go eat ice cream, but sometimes they wouldn’t even go out and spend money, he would take her out to the city park and just walk around.

Though Feitan got too many comments asking if he was Lin’s older brother, he guessed people said that because he was just short…

Phinks stayed silent on the other line, but he finally began to speak.

“You have a kid?! Damn I know nothing about you now, man.”

Feitan let out a heartfelt chuckle.

“Yeah, sudden News flash is it not?”

“Definitely is, I do not see you as a father, but whatever.” Phinks laughed a bit.

“Well, anywho, I should get going, I’m gonna get flooded with calls of people who didn’t get their car fixed in time, I’ll text you what flight gate I’m in, I’ll also text you when I land.” He said more calmly now.

Feitan looked out his window and nods.

“Sounds good, talk to later Phinks.” He smiled a bit and then hung up, immediately looking up at the ceiling and smiling more.

He contained all his excitement during the call but he couldn’t help to let it out now, he was gonna see an old friend…

Friday, at 11:30 PM, place: airport

Feitan had got up in the morning to get a shower, do his normal skin care routine and get a little dressed up.

He was nervously waiting in the airport, glancing at at everyone who walked out of the gate, he didn’t know why he felt so nervous, he was going to see an old friend who he shared everything with.

He checked the time one last time before he lifted his head up and saw Phinks walk out of the gate, looking around for the short man, though he spotted him and they locked eyes.

Phinks stood there for a moment before hurrying over to him.

“Hey.” He smiled softly, looking down at him.

Feitan looked up at him and only did a half smile, though he was happy.

“Hey.” He said back, but before he could say anything else, Phinks grabbed him and pulled him a hug, a very sincere one.

Feitan was shocked and didn’t expect it but he slowly hugged back, sighing.

He could feel all of his tension in his body just wash away,

“This is new…I thought you didn’t like hugs.”

Phinks chuckled a bit and hugged him a bit tighter.

“Hm, well you have an exception.” He said quietly.

Feitan laughed quietly before letting go.

“Ok— ok, you are suffocating me.” He patted the others arm.

Phinks noticed he was hugging him pretty tight he he let go.

“Oh I’m sorry— I’m used to hugging normal sized people.”

Feitan raised a brow. “You did not just say that.” He crossed his arms.

The taller man let out a boisterous laugh.

“Hell yeah I did! I’ve been wanting to say that for years.” He leaned back a little.

Feitan just rolled his eyes and looked away.

“You are as annoying as a remember…” He mumbles.

“Yeah is that right? At least I wasn’t as annoying as you were back in the day, always picking at me.”

“You deserved it.”

“Whatever…well, how’s life in the city? Busy I bet.” Phinks said and readjusted the back pack on his back.

“It is, really overwhelming sometimes but y’know…how was you flight by the way?” Feitan asked.

“Ugh, it was awful, I was sitting next to a really annoying couple who couldn’t get their hands off each other, and we had to land the plane multiple times because of weather…longest ten hours of my life.”

Feitan let out a little laugh, nodding.

“Yeah I know what you are talking about it, I had a two day delay when I moved here like five years ago then a kid sat behind me and kicked my chair the whole flight.”

“God yeah I hate that, I would just stand up and yell at the parents or some shit.”

“I almost did that but the mom did get the kid to stop.” Feitan let out a soft sigh, looking back at Phinks. “Anywho, uh c’mon, I will drive you to my place.” He said and started to walk to the exit.

Phinks nods and didn’t hesitate to follow him, he still had a small smile on his face.

.5:30 PM, Only a few hours have passed.

Feitan had made Phinks supper but he then said that will be the last time he will do so.

Phinks didn’t mind, he liked making his own suppers anyways.

Feitan had made soup and he was drinking it, though he heard a knock on the door which made him put his spoon down

“Oh that must be Lin.” He stood up and quickly walked to the door, to open it and let his daughter in.

Lin smiled brightly as she walked in. “Hi dad!” She exclaimed happily and slipped her bag off her back.

“We had the funnest school trip! We went to the zoo and—“

She noticed Phinks sitting at the table, she has never seen him before.

“Who’s the man at the table, dad?” She asked, stepping closer to Feitan

Feitan shook his head a bit and puts his hand on his shoulder.

“That’s Phinks, an old friend. Phinks, meet Lin, Lin meet Phinks.”

Phinks leaned back in his chair and just waved, he never really knew what to do around little kids, he wasn’t ‘scared’ of them, he just avoided them.

“Hi little person.” He said.

Lin sheepishly waved back and almost hid behind Feitan.

Feitan chuckled and looked at her.

“Do not worry, he may look really scary but he’s not.”

“Oh, ok.” Lin said and nods.

“Here— come sit at the table with us, we’re having your favourite soup.” Feitan said and he walks to the table with her, helping her up on the chair.

“Oh and tomorrow, I am gonna be busy so I am gonna drop you off at grandma’s house, ok? She said she wanted to bake cookies with you.” He said.

Lin smiled again and nodded enthusiastically.

“Yeah! I love baking with grandma!” She grabbed her soup bowl and started eating some.

“Yeah I know you do.”

Phinks stayed pretty silent, watching them, but mostly Feitan, he kinda forgot how nice the other looked, it made him feel a little more nervous now, and now he couldn’t get his eyes off of him, but once he noticed the other looked at him, he immediately turned his head, looking somewhere else, feeling kinda flustered and awkward.

His mind was racing a bit….did he have feelings for Feitan?

#hunter x hunter #feitan portor #feitan #hxh #fanfic #friends #lovers #phinfei #phinks #phinks magcub #long fic #first fic

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