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mamayan · 9 months

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Darling! Hisoka Morow x Yandere! Reader

cw: NSFW • Obsessive/Possessive Themes • Fem! Reader • Noncon turned Dubcon • Yandere Themes • Murder • Emotional Instability • Yandere! Reader • Drug usage • HC • PIV

This is not “reader” inclusive as I’d assume nearly 99.9% of you do not exhibit true yandere traits. This is written with a female yandere in mind. No other physical descriptors will be used, but “reader” will have psychological descriptors and habits which will likely not match the majority. Please keep this in mind while reading. Thank you!

To become so obsessed with a psychotic mass murdering clown magician like Hisoka, you’d need to be a special breed. Harley Quinn style if you will, but incorporating an even more massively unhealthy level of adoration and blindness.

Since Hisoka is a whimsical sociopath and amoral character, it’d likely attract someone that is… surprisingly selfless and mildly antisocial. His attitude and way of life likely trigger feelings of envy and jealousy at first within you. Why does he get to be so carefree? Why can’t you just slaughter your entire place of work when they piss you off?

So starts the morbid curiosity. Who is Hisoka Morow?

You’d see him in passing a time or two, maybe you’d even witness him kill or target an individual in battle. You’d stay undetected by Hisoka. This requires great skill in nen-ability and you’d likely be a pro-Hunter or something along those lines. You’d need to be incredibly powerful and a good strategist to have Hisoka as a darling. Specializing in stealth/tracking/spying would all do you well in aiding to observe stalk Hisoka.

He’d take a life so easily it’d stun you. His lack of remorse after even more. How does he feel so little? Why is he so easily aroused in battle? Why can’t you look away? Rationality will need to take a backseat in this budding crush you have. It won’t bloom into what you call “love” until he does something that speaks to you personally.

It’ll be entirely mundane too.

He’ll do one thing that will capture your heart. Maybe it’s when he spares Gon and Killua. He’d claim it’s because they’ll make worthy opponents later. You’ll see it as something else.

Once your feelings for him are established, it’s impossible to find fault with him anymore. Everything he does is perfect, utterly adorable and fascinating, and he’s a silly kitten who can do no wrong in your mind. His clawed finger nails are proof that the most harm he can do is claw up some curtains.

Hisoka is constantly on the move, traveling often and usually very light. He does have a few spaces he uses more like storage than actual living quarters. This where you spend time when you aren’t observing him. Going through his things, envisioning a future with him, imagining him tied to the bed.

You’ll be delusional but no so much you believe you can have him without force. Wild cats are hard to tame after all, and a superiority complex over Hisoka will begin to develop the longer you watch and learn about him. You’ll likely have dug up all the skeletons of his past. You believe you know him best, who else understands him so well but you?

This dig includes any lovers or even potential lovers. They’re in the way and need to be gotten rid of. You can’t let them ruin him now can you?

Finding all of his past lovers isn’t easy, especially without alerting him to anything suspicious at first. Thankfully, despite his track record of murders, his love life is stale at best. A few hookups when he was younger, no long term relationships, but he does have a notable relationship with a female from the Phantom Troupe.

Machi, a beautiful woman which Hisoka blatantly flirts with. More than the usual too, it holds a level of sexual tension which invokes unparalleled rage inside you. It’s ironically not directed at Machi, but she’ll bear the brunt of it anyway.

Hisoka is given both a sick and delightful surprise when Machi’s severed head is delivered to his hotel suite in a box. A love poem hand written by you in it, but it’s a warning for him too.

It’s a grotesque combination, but it’ll most certainly catch his attention. A bouquet might’ve sufficed too, but Hisoka will now know of your existence. He doesn’t think this is a love note though, he thinks this is revenge. He’ll be angry too, because whether Machi was ever a real love rival or not, she was someone he wanted to fight. His designated prey was caught and killed before he even had a true chance of tasting victory over them. That must mean you are an even better treat.

It’ll drive you wild seeing how desperate he becomes to track you down and find you. He comes close a few times too, but always just out of reach. His real niche laying in combat unlike you. It feels romantic in a sense, and it’ll drive the fantasy further that you two are meant to be together. He’s meant to be yours isn’t he? As you begin leaving even more obvious hints of your presence in his life, he’ll realize it’s not revenge you’re seeking.

He’ll figure out he’s got a perverted little stalker when he finds your cute lace panties left for him to find. No need to mention you’d touched yourself on his bed to the thought of him and came in them. It’ll be fairly obvious from the fact that he hasn’t been to this particular hideout in a while and it’s spotless. No dust. Everything perfect, but he didn’t clean before he left this one. Then he’ll see on the unmade bed, a clear sign of a woman having intruded and marked the area. Strands of your hair. Your scent. Your clothes.

Still, he won’t catch you. He’ll bait you too, and sometimes you wonder if you’ve been caught only to realize he just knows he’s always being watched now. He doesn’t know your exact location or if you actually are there. “I liked your gift… hmm, but it would’ve been a nicer surprise to see you in them~” he’s flirtation and goading. It’ll be difficult to resist him, when he’s seemingly speaking straight at you. You know the moment you reveal yourself though, he’s not going to drop to his knees and offer himself to you. It’ll be a battle on sight. Though the thought of him getting aroused because of fighting you… makes you itch to throw caution to the wind.

Instead you clear any and all traces of your presence for several long months, until Hisoka grows avidly annoyed and then slowly disinterested, moving on to other opponents and amusements. Being in your line of work means a very much endless cash flow, the resources available to keep up with your favorite pass time of just watching him in all his glory. He’s perfection, even as his face twists up into a manic monstrous expression as he slaughters his victims, you see nothing but an angel. Never mind the screams and begging for mercy, isn’t he so cute when he plays a magic trick for them? It’s easy to become overwhelmed with jealously occasionally, but you’re good at being patient and reminding yourself that person isn’t special, Hisoka is just entertaining himself.

It’s also hard to remind yourself you aren’t special either. While it takes a certain sense of superiority over a darling to develop yandere tendencies, you’re also affected by an inferiority complex about the world. This means you’re isolated in how you interact with the world, no close friends or relatives, no real hobbies outside of what assists you with your work, hardly any social interactions that aren’t required. This is what makes Hisoka so fascinating, and it’s also what starts your real downward spiral to depravity.

What makes you truly snap and lose control to your yandere tendencies , is nothing other than Hisoka himself.

He’s coming down from a recent high of a fight in Heaven’s Arena, only showing up due to being challenged as a floor master, but the fight had been surprisingly up to his standards. His opponent was both entertaining and thrilling until their end. He was in a good mood, a very good one, so when a spectator approached him batting their lashes and hinting at spending the night in his suite… he said yes.

That was strike one.

Strike two was the audacity of the piece of shit throwing themself at him. You carefully followed, silent and untraceable as sexual tension began to rise in the elevator all three of you shared. Only they thought it was just them.

Strike three. Wasn’t your presence at least somewhat obvious? It’s highly delusional on your end to become enraged at other’s ignorance to your presence despite your mastery of hiding it. It’s what allowed you to watch Hisoka so long after all, but illogical as it is, you were still pissed. Furious at both of them but now mostly at Hisoka. Who was leaning over them, letting his height and teeth aching sugary tone seduce this common stray off the street like they were his personal favorite. They weren’t. He didn’t have any real favorites. Only toys that were disposable and this was no different but it didn’t matter because he was yours. And it seemed he needed to learn this.

Even Hisoka can be taken off guard, especially with his pants feeling too tight and the piece of ass before him being all to eager to please.

He’s unconscious when you finally reveal yourself. The deafening scream echoing throughout the elevator as it finally reached Hisoka’s designated floor and opening. Unfortunately for the poor soul screaming who was just looking to get laid, you weren’t in the mood to grant them anything less than a brutal death.

“Shut up! Shut up shut up shut up shut shut up!” Your fist broke bone with each strike, until your victim lay unrecognizable and very dead. You’d released your nen, and every nen user in this entire Arena now knows you’re here, all because anger got the best of you.

It didn’t matter, because even with the corpse at your feet, you were still furious.

You took both Hisoka and the body out of the elevator and swiftly worked to clean up the damage and fluids. You didn’t need the Arena fining you again. Hisoka was out cold, but he’s quick to recover so you work on getting him into his suite and bed, working his wrists into nen blocking steel cuffs. He’s spread like a star fish, each limb hooked to the fancy bed posts. You muttered anxiously as you dug around your bag, hands shaking as you pulled out a small leather pouch about the size of your palm.

It might seem overkill, but chaining and drugging ensured your personal safety once he woke up.

Never mind the fact that you could just leave after disposing of the body. Your heart fluttering and cheeks flushing as you looked upon his unconscious body on the bed prevented you from acting within reason. No, you wanted him to see you, if for no other reason than to establish where he was.

Beneath you.

Hiding your presence and that of the corpse, you quickly left the building with Hisoka’s key card to properly rid yourself of the responsibility and allow yourself to fully focus on Hisoka.

Returning was quick and painless, this time not revealing your presence until back in Hisoka’s suite.

His face was angelic while he slept, though his head would likely ache from the powerful blow you landed to the back to get him in this state. You contented yourself with just watching him for the next hour or so, until with no warning, he woke up. It was odd how he didn’t even twitch. Just suddenly aware of his situation and surroundings, alertness to his features immediately. You wished it was a sleepier and cuter wake up, but you still found it adorable how on guard he was instantly.

Those lovely gold orbs landed on you and narrowed, despite his sly smile. He might appear relaxed and languid for someone chained up and hardly able to move their body due to relaxants circulating their system, but you knew he was furious. Hisoka, as much as he loves playing with others, hates being played with. You stayed silent, letting him observe and calculate, allowing him time to run through his options and every plausible scenario.

“Well… good morning Ms. Stalker.” His airy words sent visible shivers down your spine, his eyes and focus, for the first time entirely on you. He also seemed to note your reaction, his smile sharp and predatory. “Oh? You like the nickname? Bad girl… don’t you know not to play with magic?” He tested his restraints, with surprisingly more strength than you thought he’d have after injecting him. He’d require another dose then. You were quick to work on that, his eyes tracking your movements and realizing your objective.

“Not even going to let me play?” He didn’t resist as you sterilized his arm before injecting him with a fourth dose. Three should’ve been enough to tranquilize an elephant but Hisoka wasn’t a normal human. He flexed his hands and twisted his wrists, copying the same with his feet and ankles. The cuffs were made specifically for him. You’d kindly taken off his shoes and socks, but his shirt and pants remained on. You felt your throat constrict and thighs clench at the thought of him naked. You’d already seen it a multitude of times but he hadn’t known you did. Watching him shower and change so shamelessly.

“You look ready to eat me. Is that what this is dear? You got jealous when I brought another up here?” His nickname for you threw you off, your eyes widening and meeting his teasing gaze. He looked sinfully beautiful like this, at your mercy yet still so him. You licked your lips, feeling mildly nervous now that you were about to speak to him. This was too good an opportunity to pass up though.

“Yes,” he paused when you finally answered, “I…I was very jealous.” Your hands gripped the bottom of your shirt, the material bunching as the earlier annoyance was brought back to your attention. You grimaced, “This wasn’t really how I intended for you to meet me for the first.”

“Oh? But we’re here nonetheless aren’t we?” His tone was a bit snarky, but he was correct. What did you do now? Make every little fantasy you had come true?

“How about this, yes? You take these off and I give you a painless death. Isn’t that nice of me?” His words have your eyes snapping up to his face, his words not matching his sweet expression. He wanted to kill you? Not even fight? You frowned, a low boiling of rage in the pit of your stomach.

“You think you hold any power here?” You sneered back at him, walking to look down at his sorry figure chained up and at your mercy. He was being a brat. You backhanded him swiftly, his head cracking to the side at the force and momentum. His pale skin already reddening as a small trail of blood tricked down his chin. His gaze was on fire as he turned back to look up at you. Defiant and piercing, but his smile never wavered. “How about this, Hisoka, you stay right where you are, and maybe I’ll be nice and let you finish tonight.” His eyes widened, a small moment of shock taking over his features but he quickly schooled them again.

You began undressing swift, throwing your clothes to the floor until you were only in your underwear. Your chest heaved, nipples tightening under the cool air of the room and Hisoka’s gaze. You couldn’t place his expression exactly, a combination of desire and rage most likely. You climbed atop the bed and thus him, knees on either side of his hips as you made light work of his shirt. Shredding the garment and tossing it to join your clothes. His pants were next, now both of you almost completely naked and staring at one another.

“Is this your idea of a good time Ms. Stalker? Tying up innocent magicians and having your way with them?” You laugh at this sentence, because it was silly to think too much about. He was still being light and teasing but he was exuding a little bit of bloodlust.

“No Hisoka, my idea of a good time is just you in general.” You placed a cold hand on his abdomen, sliding it up gently until it reached his throat. “Watching you, hearing you, smelling you…” your eyes trailed up his naked torso to his lips for a moment, before connecting your gazes. “This is your fault really. I didn’t ask to be haunted by you, I didn’t ask to feel like this, I didn’t ask to want someone so badly I’d gladly watch this word burn if it meant you’d be entirely mine.” It was a deeply disturbing confession. You sat down, right over his erection where you could grind your pussy against him and elicit a beautiful hiss of pleasure and pain from him. “I can’t, oh, I can’t decide if I want to own you or be you really,” you panted, beginning a slow rock of your hips as your arousal soared. The object of all your affection beneath you, looking so much like a cat being bathed it brought a small smile to your lips. This was all turning you on, and he seemed to also be enjoying himself somewhat.

“I very much would love to humor you dear, but I really do recommend you remove these.” He dropped his facade, his expression turning dark as he realized how unlikely you were to release him. You were clearly deranged, maybe more so than himself. He tugged against his chains, the rattling echoing around the room but it only served to make you amused. Despite his words, his hips had begun to lightly buck up into you now. Both of your underwear soaked through, a combination of your slick and his precum. His voice and tone sent your hormones flying to cloud nine, your face starting to look intoxicated as you gazed down at him with obsession.

“You say you want them off but do you really want this to end? I could just… leave you here. All night. Maybe I’ll come back just to make sure you, haah, stay hard?” You were panting and a little sweaty, breasts heaving as you became more intoxicated by the moment and him. You looked spelled bound and he looked downright menacing. Of course, because out of all things, Hisoka likes control. His flirtatious attitude can not be mistaken as submissive, but here you were forcing him into such a role. Threatening him with a punishment if he didn’t behave like a dog.

It made him want to bite you like one.

“Pretty Ms. Stalker could’ve told me she wanted her little pussy filled, no need to go to such lengths-tss!” He flinched when you finally fished his cock free, your soft cool hand a striking contrast to his pulsing hot shaft.

“You’re so pretty Hisoka.” You were lost to your own fantasies, not really registering his words anymore. He realized it quickly as you focused all your attention on his leaking cock, impressed by the size and girth. It would hurt, taking him, but the thought of stretching around him was driving you wild.

But first… you dropped your chest low and opened your mouth. Your tongue had him groaning low, the sound of his teeth grinding together had you even wetter than before. You licked from base to tip, slow and sensual. He tasted sweet. Not salty or bitter like you imagined and it had you quickly and messily taking him into your mouth.

For all you were, you weren’t experienced. This was your first blowjob but you prayed not your last, because as you choked and gagged to take more him, he was losing it himself. What you lacked in experience and skill, you were making up for in enthusiasm and pure need to please. Observing his reactions as you let his tip finally sink into your throat even as tears pricked your eyes and fell down your cheeks. It burned and ached, but you pushed the pain down as you watched him. He finally gave in and kept your gaze as you worked to make him cum, sucking and taking him as deep into your throat as you could. You were making an absolute mess of his cock and balls, slobbering all over him. It was erotic and truly enticing, and the only indication he was close was the twitch of his lip and his hips trying to make you take even more of him.

You tried to get all of him in your throat when he came, but you failed by an inch or so. You stayed still as his hot cum coated your throat and mouth, moaning at his musky sweet flavor and making sure to suck and milk him for any leftover until he was choking on his own moans for you.

You made sure to clean him up nicely, licking and making sure even his balls weren’t missed. When you finally pulled back to look at him, you nearly passed out at the sight.

He was slightly sweaty, breathing a little heavier with half lidded eyes glaring and grinning viciously at you. His cheeks flushed, the left slightly bruised from your earlier hit. His lips red and bitten, a bit of blood still leftover on his chin. He looked gorgeous. You couldn’t be blamed when you were stumbling off the bed to grab your camera from your bag. No need to turn the flash off since he knows of your presence now.

He scowls as you snap his picture, looking beautiful and ruined just for you.

“I- sorry- I just need this okay?” You set the camera down, eager to return and continue touching him and exploring.

He snorted, looking at you in disbelief with mild amusement. “Is that so? You needed to photograph me naked?”

“What? No. I have lots of those already. I wanted one of your face after I made you cum.” He seemed flabbergasted at your answer, but you couldn’t help your eager hands from cupping his cheeks and leaned down over his face. “You’re just so pretty I can’t help it.” You told him honestly, his expression relaxing into something neutral as he observes you. Fine by you, as you begin kissing his face, hair, cheek you hit and then his neck. You lick and suck over his pulse, enjoying the masculine groan as you mark him up and lick his sweat. You’re trembling as you wiggle down to his chest, playing with his nipples. Swirling your tongue elicits the best response, his back arching lightly and proving your theory that his nipples are sensitive.

His hardening cock beneath you all the proof you need, your own nipples pebbled and aching as you drag your chest against his while you work.

When he bucks up again underneath you, you finally release his nipple with a pop. Looking at his tossed and adorably fucked appearance, you shiver. His hair messy from throwing his head into the pillows. You licked your lips, finally clumsily trying to get out of your underwear but failing because of your position. With a huff of annoyance you just tore them off, finally completely naked and slightly embarrassed by his stare.

It hardly mattered if he liked what he saw, you weren’t so far gone that you thought you looked anything like his earlier willing catch which you’d crushed- “Pretty thing aren’t you?” You paused your internal rambling when he spoke. His voice low and husky, not as flirtatious and teasing like his usual tone. You’d never heard him use this voice before, you eyes meeting his with curiosity.

He chuckled, but his bloodlust from earlier was gone like it had never happened, “What’s wrong? You were so eager just a moment ago, don’t tell me you’re shy now? Is Ms. Stalker a virgin?”

His goading voice was back, covering up his earlier tone like it’d been a mistake. Though you were surprised he hit the nail on the head. You were a virgin. Not because you lacked people willing to fuck you, but because you lacked interpersonal skills to have a normal relationship. Intimacy terrified you before you’d fallen for Hisoka, but after it was all you seemed to want. To touch him, feel him, make him feel good. You wanted him desperately.

“I won’t be much longer.” You looked away and solidified your resolve as you moved to hover above him again, your dripping cunt begging to be filled. You balanced using one hand on his hip, the other gripping his once more hard cock and lining him up with your entrance. You let his tip brush through your sensitive folds as you shakily released a breath. You took one small peak at his face, his eyes watching you like how a hawk might watch it’s prey.

You let his tip breach your entrance, no surprise that it stung. You didn’t prep yourself at all, and though you were wet enough, you wished you’d thought to carry a little lube in case this scenario ever occurred. It didn’t matter though because even if it hurt you were being connected to him and it made your chest swell with pride and happiness.

“Fuck, you’re tight- ah” he threw his head back and grit his teeth again, your gummy walls simultaneously sucking him in and pushing him out. It had him close already embarrassingly enough. The pleasure and pain mind numbing.

You’d only taken half of him but it was leaving you breathless, “m’trying” you could only gasp as you struggled to push more of him in, tears pricking your eyes once more as the pure stretch of his cock inside you was turning your brain off. It hurt but it felt good too.

“If you take these off, I’ll happily finish the job you’ve started dear~” Despite his tone, his face looked just as aroused and strained as your own. It was tempting, but deep down you really didn’t trust him. It came from knowing him that you didn’t trust him in the least. You shook your head, denying his prompting. His laugh is dark, even as his hips surge up to force another few inches into you. You cry out, bracing against his chest as you fall forward a bit. He does it again, sinking into you until finally you feel your hips meet and his tip kiss deeply into your cervix. You lay panting against his chest for a moment as his cock pulses inside you, your body pathetically struggling to adjust to his size.

“Take them off while I’m being nice.” He’s not asking, but still you shake your head and push yourself up, moaning as he sinks even deeper. Your hips take on an unsteady rhythm, testing the depth that feels the best but his hips throw you off each time you find the perfect angle. The stretch and friction drive you wild, your mind numbing to the pain and pleasure as you feel the coil inside you close to snapping.

“Feels good~” your moaning loudly, face fucked out and teary eyes locking with Hisoka’s. His eyes are burning, face scrunched up in frustration because your pace isn’t quite fast enough, nor is he hitting as deep as he’d like. His chains clink against the steel posts, you’re too distracted though to pay attention as you desperately work your hips towards your finish, bouncing on his dick. “M’gonna cum Hisoka” your deliriously close, the coil right about to snap-

When his chains do first.

“Huh,” You only get a split second to panic before he’s on you, breaking each steel bedpost and freeing his movement up again. His cuffs are still secured for a second but it’s meaningless a moment later when they shatter. His nen stored up enough to cancel their purpose of restraining him despite how much you’d paid that specialist who guaranteed no one could get out of them. Never mind that he should still be drugged up enough to he struggling to move at all.

You find your positions switched, your back hitting the mattress as you gaze up into his eyes now.

It’s silent for a moment, save your own pounding heart and icy fear now filling your veins. He just… looks at you. His face blank, eyes calculating but just when you decide it’s best to fight than let him slaughter you like this, he laughs.

Not like normal. This is borderline hysterical laughter, his hand wrapping around his torso as he howls with laughter.

Before you can activate your ability, he’s got a hand wrapped around your throat and squeezing just enough to warn you. “Did you think this would all just work out how you wanted dear?” You were scared, that was true, but as he nudged your thighs apart and dragged his still hard cock through your folds teasingly, you realized you were also horrifically aroused too.

All of your fantasies had you on top, because you didn’t trust him not to kill you if he was, if he even wanted to willingly touch you at all.

“Look at you~ poor thing,” he’s mockingly sweet as he leans over you, long tongue coming out to lick your tears off your cheek. As he leaned back, you truly didn’t expect his hand to leave your neck and slap you across the face. The sting follows after his hit lands, but it shocks you silly more than it actually hurts. You don’t have too long to think before he’s shoving himself back in, and your too far gone to stop the orgasm that slams into you. “Wait!” It too late even as you cry out, hands desperately grabbing on to something to anchor you. Him.

He hisses, face vicious as he stares down at you, “Did you really just cum?” His voice somewhat incredulous as he feels you twitch and writhe beneath him. He stayed still, letting you shakily come down from your high before he’s rocking into you.

Then he’s fucking you just how he likes. Hands gripping your hips in a death grip as he slams himself into your overstimulated cunt over and over. He leaves you mewling and fucked stupid beneath him as he mercilessly thrusts into you like a rag doll. You can’t keep up. Can hardly speak besides useless babbling, only making him laugh and sarcastically mock you for it.

“What’s wrong dear? Isn’t this what you wanted? Am I just so deep inside you~?” Cooing as you nod and cry harder.

It’s when he kisses you that you cum again. He tastes like bubblegum and you’re gone, creaming his cock as his tongue tangled with you own messily. It all feels too good, your arms wrapping around his neck, legs around his waist, while you just struggle to take it. His tip pounding away in a spot that has you gasping and sobbing below him, because despite everything, this is the most pleasure you’d ever felt. It was disorienting and left you mildly numb, his sharp claws trailing down your chest softly to settle his thumb over your clit and press until you came again.

This one was slightly painful, your muscles constricting so hard Hisoka finally fell over the edge himself. His moans so pretty, soft and deep as his hips still move despite him emptying himself inside you.

He recovers first, staring down at the pretty thing in his arms struggling to catch her breath.

You’d given quite the headache for a while now, but tonight really took everything up a notch. You certainly weren’t halfhearted, something of which he respected. You weren’t a weak thing either, his thrusts harsh enough to break a normal human’s hips, but you just looked fucked stupid. It was cruel of him to be so rough, but then again you’d really brought it on yourself hadn’t you?

You’d brought all this onto yourself, and whatever happened in the future too.

Because now he was a little hooked as well, and you were just too cute and interesting to leave alone now that he’s tasted you. Had you first.

He easily reached over to snag your camera, switching it on and snapping a picture of you still shaking and twitching with his cock still buried inside you and beginning to grow hard again.

Realization dawned on you, but even as you tried to move and get away from him, he had your wrist locked above your head to stop that nonsense.

“Nu-uh dear, I’m not finished. Not even a little.” His lustful gaze and sadistic smirk had you looking like a frightened animal, but it only served to rile him up further.

It’s after all, your fault for loving someone like him, right?

It’s important to note that once Hisoka becomes interested, he treasures it. But something he treasures one day can become trash the next… until you.

Hisoka is surprisingly a willing darling. Don’t think this reverses any roles, he’s not submissive to you in the slightest. He acts like a total brat but he’s dominant through and through, don’t expect to ride him unless he’s got full control to just fuck up into you.

He’s needier than you’d expect too. Not just with sex, that’s constant, but also in just having your company. He likes when you talk to him, interact with him, don’t expect to go back into observing from the sidelines. He’s all to happy to give you front row seats.

He’s just as jealous as you are, but he’ll purposely play into your jealousy by flirting with other women to rile you up. He just likes how you look enraged, finds it cute. If you do the same, he’ll make that individual sit tied to a chair while he fucks you in front of them until you can’t even apologize anymore. Then he’ll kill them. He welcomes the same treatment. You get a bit shy acting it out.

Bonnie and Clyde duo!

He’s not a yandere, though he gets jealous, he’s just a psychopath in general. He’ll still be Hisoka no matter what. While you can interact normally with others when necessary, your fixation on him will remain an outlier. Hisoka is just trash to everyone, and surprisingly decent to you. By your low standards.

He likes ice-cream and ice-cream dates. He’s an ice-cream date man.

Illumi doesn’t understand your relationship but respects your devotion. Wonders why more women can’t be like you. Hisoka likes that his friend is envious of what he has.

Enjoy your darling, he’s frustrating and difficult but all yours now!

Dividers by @benkeibear

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chrollohearttags · 11 months

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the blackest rose always blooms • a chrollo lucifer series

part one • “..why am I here?”

synopsis: (y/n), a successful, affluent woman takes an unexpected fall from grace after the relationship with her husband of five years takes a tumultuous turn, leaving her to flee with nothing but her life. But can the man she finds solace in afterwards be trusted to protect her or will the skeletons in his closet prove too much to bear also?

content warning: dark content, *depictions* of abuse and violence (no vivid or gruesome details), yandere (if you squint), smut and sexual content, mirror sex, oral, missionary, riding, marking and biting, overstimulation

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📝: so this is going to be a little something new I’m trying. In terms of my writing style and content, just to test the waters a little and myself! This will also be a multi-part series and it’ll feature the story from (y/n)’s POV for this piece so I hope it’s not confusing. In no way am I romanticizing an abusive relationship or trying to display it but this is mainly a smut piece and I will be getting into details as the series goes on! (It’ll make sense once I start to add more!)

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“Why am I here?”

I asked myself that same damn question every single day. It’s the only one that crosses my mind and has been for a month now. A loaded one with a handful of different meanings to me. Why am I here?..still walking this earth, wandering aimlessly with no direction? After leading a life with such hope and promise. One filled with aspirations, goals..glamor. Living in my own little world where nothing more than my image and wealth mattered. I had it all. The career, the status, the power and the bank account to match! Four cars in my garage and more money in my pockets than I’d ever know what to do with. Not to mention, the husband. The one who spoiled me rotten..flew me halfway around the world merely because we were bored. A man as handsome as he was charming. I owned every handbag I’d ever wanted, every piece of jewelry and boy, was I in love. In love with his mind, his body (and God, did I love his body!) and soul. You could even say I was a little obsessed. The way he nurtured me; poured into my cup constantly..he made love to me in ways that my body and spirit could never forget. Reactions only he could drum from within..

so why am I here?..screaming another man’s name. Clawing my nails through the pale, ink laden skin of his back. My legs coiling his waist as I cradle him close, as if to never let him go. Our frames intertwined as one atop the California King bed, residing within the walls of his condo. A mirror dangling above our bodies to display the actions taking place. A reminder of my sinful decisions and less than wise choices. Even so, I can’t help myself. Can’t help but to scratch a little more as I beg him to go deeper..not to stop until I can no longer take it. Until my legs are of no use and he can’t coax another drop from the aching core of my stomach. Where I could feel each throbbing inch of him. Fucking me nearly senseless, as if it were for the last time…as if he loved me..I thought I was seeing the stars at one point! All of this only coming after I allowed him to flick his tongue around between my thighs for nearly an hour. Or rather I should say..he did so until he was damn well pleased. Not stopping or raising for air once. I could pull on his hair, push him away, it didn’t even matter. To drink in all of my flavors, sucking on my clit as if they were the most divine thing he had ever tasted. Feasting greedily and selflessly on my sex; unrequited in his love. Even as I pushed his head away and climaxed more times than I could count. He persisted forward and when I questioned why he enjoyed himself so much, his only response was a mere laugh and: “Because, my dear. Seeing you get off is all the pleasure I need. As long as you are satisfied, I am as well..” talk about an overachiever! And the perfect lover..telling me how my pussy had become his favorite meal. I mean, what woman in their right mind would complain about that? Hell, any guilt that I felt before was beginning to subside. I no longer felt ashamed of letting another man inside of me.

because perhaps, the most cherished gift my husband ever gave to me was not my thirty thousand dollar engagement ring or the nearly million dollar wedding ceremony to follow. The huge house we lived in. It wasn’t even the title of Mrs. Morrow..but instead, the rose colored glasses he placed on my eyes and never removed. Even when I could begin to see things for what they truly were. When the veil lifted and smoke cleared…they were still plastered to my face. Shielding me from the ugly truth that was my supposedly beautiful life. I lied to myself, lied to everyone that things were perfect. That things were nothing short of euphoric, heaven on earth in my household. When in reality, not even I knew the hell I was about to encounter. One day, I’m in Hisoka’s arms, slow dancing to music on the balcony underneath the night stars. The next? I’m running down the street; soaked in my own blood from head to toe as I screamed for help. Crying as I peeled over in pain. But alas, no one came to my rescue. Maybe that was his intention all along. To isolate me from the rest of the world by moving me to a four story mansion atop a hill in the middle of nowhere. The red flags were all there from the beginning but I paid them no attention. I was too busy riding him to kingdom come after he took me to the Maldives..how fucking stupid! But I had to learn my lesson quickly. Especially when the roles reversed quickly and I found him atop me..brandishing his hands around my throat and not in a way anyone would enjoy. Slowly draining my life away from me until I was able to get an opening with a nearby metal nail file. I dug it into his shoulder, scooted off the floor, struck out running and never looked back! Because the truth was, he never loved me at all. Much like many people in Hisoka’s life, he was using me. For my money, my status and everything I owned. And now? He wanted it all to himself without me in my picture. Not because he needed it, no. Because he was a greedy bastard! The only person that Hisoka Morrow loved was Hisoka Morrow. I was never even a factor. He lied in wait for five years to execute his plan and me in the process. So when I made my escape, leaving him and everything I knew behind, never would I have imagined that I’d find rescue in the arms of a man that I’d never expected. Somewhat of a familiar face but one I knew nothing of beyond his unique appearance and his name of course…

“Chrollo!…ahh!”’ Chrollo Lucifer. A name, face (and stroke game) like the devil but he was nothing short of an angel in my eyes. My saving grace if anything. As I ran down the winding sidewalk, to the main gate closing us off from the rest of the world..in the pouring rain nonetheless, I was greeted by a car. A black BMW and a familiar face through the sheet of droplets between us..turns out, he was coming to confront my husband about a business deal that he slighted him on (surprise, surprise) when he ran into me and his motive was no longer revenge or debating. But rather, getting me to safety and shelter. He didn’t even ask what was going on. He merely shuffled me into his passenger seat with his coat draped across my shoulders and told me to get in. The timing was almost too perfect, calculated even!..but there was no motive or malice in this for him. It was all a mere case of the right place, right time..

“(Y/N)…you feel so good, my love..” and I was glad that things panned out that way. So as I lie here entangled in these sheets, holding his hands and shoving my tongue between his lips..letting him mark up my neck and shoulder with his gentle kisses and bites. As if he were trying to put his claim on me for good… “Don’t stop, please..” I ask myself yet again: ‘why am I here?’ A question I may never truly know the answer to. But I did know one thing for certain:

I felt safe, free..happy and I never wanted to leave. This place, this bed..

I never wanted to leave him.

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Reunited

Illumi x Reader x ??????

Part 13

part 12

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warning: violence, some inflicted against the reader

“The Fourth Phase of the exam has just ended. Will the applicants please return to the starting point at once? You will be given one hour of extra time. If you do not return during this time, you will fail the exam. Furthermore, you are not allowed to exchange tags after reaching the starting point. Anyone caught swapping tags will be disqualified.”

After an hour had passed the woman from before left the boat.

“Now we will check the tags of everyone here!”

The names of the unfamiliar faces are revealed.

Pokkle was the boy with brown hair, and Bodoro was the name of the old man.

“Ah, only six applicants have passed? Hmm…”

The group of four, including (Name), Leorio, Kurapika, and Gon appeared just in time.

“Gon, (Name)!” Killua yelled out, his face lighting up.

“Ah, four more arrive at the last second! And now for the last few members…”

She introduced them and announced what tags they had acquired, some of the applicants raising an eyebrow at (Name)’s blank card.

“These 10 applicants have passed the fourth Phase of the exam!”

—————

They board the airship again, (Name) staying with the three boys, exhaustion starting to kick in.

“Pathetic. I needed the three of you to do everything for me during the Fourth Phase. I promise I’ll return the favor. So... thanks.” Leorio sighed, not meeting any of the other three’s eyes.

The speaks roar to life, and the sound of Beans voice fills the air. “I have an announcement for all applicants. The chairman wishes to interview the remaining candidates.”

“Interview?”

“When your number is called, please come to the first reception room, on the second floor. Then, we will start with #44, Hisoka.”

Gon grimaced at the mention of Hisoka’s name.

———-

“Well, have a seat.”

Hisoka stared at the chairman, unmoving. “Don’t tell me this is the exam’s final phase.”

“It may be related. I’ll just ask a few questions to satisfy my curiosity.”

Hisoka’s grinned widened and he sat down.

“First, why do you want to become a Hunter?”

“I’m not particularly interested in becoming a Hunter but…”

“But?”

“A Hunter license can be very useful.”

“Oh, any examples?”

“For example, Hunters usually can’t be punished when they kill someone.”

“I see. Then we’ll move on to the next question. Which of the other nine applicants are you keeping an eye on?”

“#99 and #406.”

“Oh.”

“#405 is also on my radar, but it’s those two I’m keeping an eye on. I would love to take them on one day, although he might not like that…” Hisoka chuckles, imagining the look on Illumi’s face if he found out he was the reason for (Name)’s death.

“One last question. Which of the other 9 applicants would you least want to fight?”

“That would be #405. Though #99 and #406 is up there. If you’re asking whom I least want to fight at this moment, my answer would be #405.”

“Ah, I understand.”

“I should mention that the one I most want to fight at this moment… is you.”

His bloodlust was potent, but not enough to faze Netero.

“Yep, nice job. You’re excused.”

Next was Pokkle.

“I’m watching out for #404. He looks like the most balanced applicant. I definitely don’t want to fight #44. To be honest, I doubt I can beat him.”

Killua was called in after. “Has to be Gon and (Name). He’s the same age as me, and her…” he shakes his head. “She’s someone special. I don’t want to fight #53. I don’t think it’d be a very interesting fight.”

“I’ve got my eye on #44. He has a real presence. #405 and #99 are still children. I couldn’t bring myself to fight them.” Bodoro answered.

“#99 and #406. #44 and #406.” Illumi’s answer was short and sweet.

“Who am I watching out for? #44, Hisoka. A lord happens, so I’ve been watching him. I can’t choose one out of #99, #403, #404, and #406.” Gon said, smiling.

Hanzo was next. “It has to be #44. He’s the most dangerous one here. And #44 is the one I want to fight least, along with #406. I just don’t think she would be much of a fight.”

“I’m watching #405 and #406 for positive reasons, and #44 for negative reasons. If I’m given ample reason, I’ll fight anyone. If not I’d prefer not to fight anyone… however I’d be most affected if I had to fight #406. She’s kind.” Kurapika pushed a strand of hair behind his ear, a smile on his lips.

“#405 and #406. I owe them both, and I hope that they pass the exam. So I’m hoping I don’t have to fight either of them.”

The last applicant to join Netero for an interview was (Name), who looked rather nervous.

“Please sit, Miss (Name).”

She did as told, playing with the fabric of her skirt as she did. “Mr. Netero, I’m glad I get to see you again. Have you been well?”

His eyes widened slightly. Not a single one of the applicants had asked him a question like that in his many years of being an examiner.

“I’m doing fine, you’re kind to ask me. Are you doing okay, Miss (Name)?”

She looked up from her skirt, and nodded. “Yes, I’m doing great! I’m just surprised I’ve made it this far. They say most rookies fail the exam in the first stage.”

He nods, picking up his pen. “I have a few questions for you. First, why do you want to become a hunter?”

“I want to support my family and find a missing person. Though I guess missing isn’t the right word, I just can’t find him”

“Okay, who would are you watching out of the other 9 applicants?”

“Hmm, I would say I’m watching #44 and #301, for very different reasons.”

“Okay, and which of the 9 would you least like to fight?”

“Oh, that’s easy. #301 along with #405, #403, #404, and #99 respectively. Oh, I guess #44 too, but I would be okay fighting him if it meant Gon and Killua didn’t have to. He creeps me out!”

Netero wrote down her answer, a smile threatening to pull at his lips. She was kind, just as Kurapika had said. “That’s all. You can leave now.”

(Name) stood, brushing off her skirt. Before she left, she gave Netero a big smile. “Thank you for this opportunity, I’ll make sure to pass!”

He couldn’t help but grin back.

——————

(Name) left the room and ran the the bathroom to shower. She beamed under the warm water, sighing contentedly as it washed away the dirt and grime from her past week of being outdoors. She made sure to wash out her clothes as well. Thankfully the airship had a washer and dryer.

After her shower, (Name) joined Kurapika and Gon in the hallway, a towel holding back her damp hair.

(Name) sat on the window ledge, kicking her feet. Kurapika and Gon began speaking.

“Gon.”

“Hmm?”

“Did something happen during the Fourth Phase? When we met up, you were acting a bit strange. And you’ve been somewhat subdued since we left Zevil Island.”

“My target was Hisoka.”

Kurapika and (Name) both turned to look at him, (Name) clutching her wrist at the mention of his name. “I waited for the perfect chance and stole his tag, but someone else was tailing me, and he got me with a poison dart. Soon after, Hisoka took back his tag from the person who got me, and he left it with me. He said that I owed him now.”

“Hisoka said that?”

“I told him I didn’t need his help and he sent me flying. I was so mad that I couldn’t do anything against him…”

Tears formed in his eyes and fell from his cheeks, dropping onto the window ledge. (Name) held herself back from hugging him, knowing that if she did it would only make him feel worse. He didn’t need her pity, he just needed her to be there. He quickly dried his tears, smiling again.

“After that, I was pretty miserable and lonely. I felt so helpless. I wanted company… I wanted to help someone. I guess. That’s why I was looking for you three.”

“Gon.”

“Hm?”

“Leorio and I have only been able to make it this far because of you. We’re truly grateful.”

(Name) agrees, ruffling Gon’s hair.

“I’d also like to thank you two.”

(Name) has deepened her bond with her friends, and the 10 remaining applicant are about to begin the exam’s Final Phase.

—————

10 applicants: (Name), Gon, Killua, Kurapika, Leorio, Pokkle, Bodoro, Gittarackur, Hanzo, and Hisoka, head to the Final Phase, having passed the exam’s Fourth Phase.

“Well, ladies and gentlemen, get plenty of rest? This hotel is owned by the Hunter Exam Selection Committee. The place is all yours until the battles have concluded.”

A man in a suit rolls a board covered in cloth in as Netero continues. “For the Final Phase, we will be holding a one-on-one tournament.”

He pulls off the fabric to reveal the lineup.

“So only the last person standing passes?”

“No. One win is all you need to pass.”

Gon gasps. “Just one win?”

Leorio sighs, “then in this tournament…”

“The winners are removed from the competition, while the losers continue up the bracket. In other words, the person who finishes at the top will not pass. Does everyone understand now?”

Hanzo nods. “So you’re saying that only one person will fail.”

“Exactly. Now here is the bracket.”

The applicants look over the bracket, (Name) wincing at who she would have to fight.

“Impressive right? After all, everyone has at least two chances to win.”

Pokkle tilted his head at the pairings. “But some people, like #294 and #405 get five chances.”

“Why didn’t you use a balanced bracket?” Asked Bodoro.

“A question that must be on everyone’s mind. The bracket was assembled based on your performances throughout the entire exam. Those who performed better received more chances.”

Killua raised an eyebrow. “That doesn’t sound right. Can you explain how you scored our performances?”

“Hm. No!”

“Why not!!”

“Haha, your scores are classified information, so I can’t tell you everything. But I can explain our methods.”

The applicants held their breath, nervous about the explanation.

“First, we consider three major criteria. Physical strength, mental strength, and overall impression. For physical strength, we use an aggregate of agility, flexibility, endurance, and perception. For mental strength, we use an aggregate of resilience, adaptability, judgement, and creativity. However, this information is only used as a reference point. After all, you were strong enough to advance to the Final Phase. However, we are most concerned with your overall impression. This refers to any intangible factors not previously mentioned.”

He chucked. “You could consider this an evaluation of your potential as a Hunter. And we also incorporate the opinions of your peers. That was our process.”

Netero continued, glancing between each applicant. “The battle rules are quite simple. Weapons are allowed. No cheating. If your opponent admits defeat, you win. However! If you kill your opponent you will be immediately disqualified. All remaining applicants will pass, and the exam will end. Are we clear?”

The chairman was met with silence.

“Then we shall begin the exam’s Final Phase.”

——————

Gon and Hanzo were up first. The boy leaned down to tie his shoes and Hanzo cracked his knuckles. (Name) watched on nervously. Illumi noted that she seemed worried for the boy and stowed that information away for later.

“The first match is Hanzo versus Gon. Please step forward!”

The referee stands in the distance, allowing the two to enter the ring. Gon watches Hanzo with his brown eyes, only looking away to glance at his friends and give them a reassuring smile.

“I will serve as the referee. My name is Masta. Best of luck.”

“Hey, good to see you again.” Hanzo greets Masta. warmly. “You we’re trailing me during the Fourth Phase.”

“You noticed?”

“Naturally… I’m assuming each applicant was assigned an examiner for the Fourth Phase. Well, I’m sure everyone noticed.”

(Name) gasped, wrapping her arms around herself. She’d bathed several times during the Fourth Phase, feeling safe enough having Leorio and Kurapika make sure no one came to peek, but now she wondered if she’d been giving a free show to an examiner the entire time.

“You have my thanks. My rank was higher because your reports on me were accurate. Though the outcome was never in question!” Hanzo continued.

“Y-yes…”

“Moving on… I have a question for you.”

“What is that?” The referee asked.

“We only win if our opponent surrenders, correct? It doesn’t count if we knock them unconscious, no TKOs allowed either.”

“Yes, that is correct.”

(Name) was becoming uneasy. Hanzo sighed, glancing at Gon.

‘I see. This one could be difficult.’

Gon glared back, his gaze unwavering. ‘He looks tough, but we should be even in terms of speed and strength. I can use my speed to keep on the move until I get an opening.’

“Now then, it’s time to begin.”

(Name) teetered on her tippy toes, her anxiety building. “Beat his ass Gon!”

“Begin!”

Gon ran forward, past Hanzo. ‘Put some distance between us…’

Before he could think of his next step, Hanzo was next to him. “You must be confident in your legs. You have my respect.”

Hanzo landed a hit on the base of his neck, causing Gon to gasp out. His vision was blurry and we was on the floor instantly.

“You did well for a kid.”

Hanzo stood over him. “Well, this would already be over if it were a normal fight… Here, wake up.”

He picked the boy and pressed his back against his knees cracking it. “You must feel terrible. I hit you hard enough to make your brain bounce around. Do you understand? You have no chance against me. Might as well give up now.”

Gon groaned. “N-no way!”

Hanzo delivered another hit causing Gon’s head to spin. “Think carefully. If you surrender now, you’ll still be in decent shape for your next fight. There’s no reason to be stubborn. Just surrender.”

“Never gonna happen!”

Another hit, this time to his stomach. Gon doubled over, and (Name) gripped Kurapika’s sleeve so tight she thought it might tear.

“Surrender.”

Hanzo had no mercy on the child, glaring down at him. Gon slowly rose, on his hands and knees, then stood. Hanzo delivered another hit, causing his knees to buckle.

“Gon, don’t be stupid! You’ll still have another chance! You should-“

“Leorio!”

Kurapika held onto (Name)’s hand, visibly shaking. “If you were in Gon’s position, would you surrender?”

“Hell no! That guy thinks he’s hot stuff…”

“Gon feels the same way!”

“I know! I know that… but there isn’t any other choice.”

“You’re contradicting yourself but I understand how you feel.”

The three winced when he was struck again, flying across the floor.

————

“It’s been three hours.” Pokkle said, glancing over at (Name). Tears flowed freely from her eyes, her nails dug so deep into her palm that blood dropped onto the floor. Gon was in a heap, blood streaking across the marble.

“There’s nothing left for him to vomit.”

Illumi noticed Pokkle looking at (Name) and sent him a glare. Kurapika tried to console her by pulling her close, but it only made her sob. “Gon, please…”

“Get up.” Hanzo looked down at the broken child, his patience fading. Leorio looked close to exploding.

“Enough already, I’m gonna kill you! I’ll fight you in his place!”

Hanzo glanced between Leorio and (Name) his gaze softening ever so slightly at the woman’s tears. “If you can’t take it, leave. It’s only going to get worse.”

“What was that?!”

Several referees ran in front of Leorio, blocking his path. “No one may interfere in a one-on-one match. If you step in, Gon will be the one disqualified.”

Leorio growled, biting his lip so hard it bled.

“It’s okay, Leorio, (Name). This is… nothing…”

He slowly lifted his head to meet their eyes. “I… I can still fight.”

Hanzo kicked Gon’s legs out from under his feet and pulled his arm behind his back. “I’m going to break your arm.”

The four and Hisoka startle at this revelation. (Name) starts to mindlessly walk forward, but is pulled back by Kurapika.

“I’m not joking around, so give up. Surrender.”

Gon took a moment to breathe.

“NEVER!”

CRACK

“He really broke his arm.” Pokkle remarked, a bit surprised.

“There you go. You can’t use your left arm anymore.”

Leorio’s teeth grated together so tightly that you could almost hear them breaking.

“Kurapika, don’t try to stop me. If that bastard does anything else to Gon… sorry Gon, but I can’t stop myself.”

“Me? Stop you? Don’t worry, there’s no chance of that happening.” Kurapika’s eyes burned a bright red behind his contact lenses.

While the two talk, something starts to change within (Name). Illumi and Hisoka are the first to notice, then the examiners.

‘Oh? How interesting!’ Netero thinks, his eyes now locked on (Name)’s form. Her eyes are wide and wild, her breathing shallow.

‘Is she…’

Illumi approaches her, shock apparent on his face. Her aura was no longer slowly leaking away like it did with most non-nen users, it was beginning to be controlled.

‘She’s awakened her nen!’

(Name) stepped forward, her legs shaky. “I don’t think I can wait. He’s… he’s hurt. Gotta…”

Her aura flickers, starting to leak out rapidly as she loses control. Illumi barely manages to catch her when she falls. Menchi runs over, an excited look on her face.

“This girl… she has potential.”

—————

(Name) awakes just in time for her match. She had been sleeping with head head resting on Menchi’s lap. She startled, immediately standing and looking around. Her suddenly standing caused her to double over and cough up blood.

“Easy does it, #406. You passed out. Your friend won his round and is currently in the infirmary healing.”

Kurapika and Leorio were immediately at her side, Kurapika pushing back her hair as she coughed up more blood.

“(Name) what happened? You just fell over all of a sudden.”

She shook her head, holding a hand to her temple. “Don’t know, I had the urge to help Gon and felt like my skin was being pricked by needles, and then I felt like something left my body, all at once. As if I was drained of all my energy…”

She leaned against Leorio, huffing. “Can you help me into the ring?”

He gripped her arm, his face pale. “(Name), I don’t think you’re in the right state to-“

“I’ll do it myself then.”

She pulled away and stumbled into the ring, holding herself up as much as possible.

“The next match is (Name) versus Gittarackur! Please step forward.”

The two entered the ring, (Name) giving Gittarackur a weak smile. “Hoped it didn’t have to come to this. I won’t be-“

She bent over to cough more blood onto the ground, holding her stomach. “Holding back.”

“Is anyone going to stop her? She shouldn’t be fighting.” Pokkle exclaimed, watching the girl stumble.

“She can handle herself, probably better than you.” Hisoka claimed, grinning down at the shorter man.

“Ready, begin!”

(Name) readied herself, holding up her dagger. Illumi’s heart rate skyrocketed at the sight of it. He’d given her that as a gift years ago, and now she was using it. He was flattered.

“Are you even fit to fight, girl? Why don’t you just give up and try again next round? Or do you want a repeat at what happened to your little friend?”

He appeared right next to her, effortlessly disarming her. She gasped, and he pinned her to the ground, a leg between hers.

“Don’t you dare hurt her!” Leorio yelled, having to be restrained by three referees. Kurapika was barely holding himself back. He knew that she wasn’t stupid enough to continue fighting, he knew but…

“I’m not giving up that easy.”

At this Gittarackur’s hands drifted from her wrists to her shirt, pulling her up by her collar until he was standing and she was at eye level.

“I’ve killed stronger men and women than you, (Name). Don’t push your luck.”

He slammed her into the floor, causing the breath to leave her lungs. She cried out in agony when his foot rested on her chest, pressing down just hard enough to hurt, but not enough to break her ribs. Yet.

“If you pass this exam, you might be called in to do very dangerous jobs. You could lose be seriously injured, even lose your life.”

He hated seeing her in so much pain, her hands gripping at his boot to try and push him off.

“I don’t care. If I can keep my family afloat and find my friend, I don’t care!”

She finally found the strength to push him off, crawling forward to reach her dagger.

“Stubborn girl.”

Before she could reach it, he kicked her in the stomach, sending her flying into the wall.

For 5 minutes, (Name) remained unconscious. Killua was beginning to lose his cool, his nails sharpening to points.

“Just give up, (Name). You aren’t built like Gon, one more hit could kill you!”

‘Listen to him (Name).’ Illumi thought, biting his cheek. ‘I can’t stand to see you like this.’

She pushed herself up, her legs barely able to handle her weight. “If I can’t handle this, then I don’t deserve to pass.”

She raises her fists, her nose bleeding.

“Come and fight me, like a man.”

Illumi stops, staring down at that mouse of a girl. She didn’t flinch under his gaze, instead squaring up to bestie her ability.

She was weak physically, but her will was strong. Hisoka watches on, his interest absolutely peaked.

Illumi rolls his eyes, and stepped forward. (Name braced herself for an attack, but he only flicked her forehead. “Fine. You win.”

(Name) blinks, looking up at the man in confusion. “I win?”

“Yes. You’ve bored me, now run along. The next match will be starting soon.”

The referee called the match, and (Name) limped away. She was scolded harshly by her companions, Killua having to turn away to hide his tears.

“Stupid, you could have died. You probably have broken ribs.”

She smiled, ruffling his hair. “Sorry for worrying you.”

The next fight was Killua and Pokkle, but as soon as the fight began, Killua walked away. Confidently, he declared…

“Sorry, but I’m not interested in fighting you.”

He must of felt that he could win his next match. However, Leorio requested that the sixth match be postponed while Bodoro recovered from his injuries. So Killua and Gittarackur fought first.

“Kick his ass for (Name)’s sake!” Leorio yelled out, tending to (Name) as he did. He’d assessed that she needed professional medical attention, but the stubborn girl refused to leave. She wished to finish watching the matches, so Leorio helped her the best he could with his medical knowledge.

“Begin!”

That was when Killua made a fatal mistake. He walked forward, his mind halfway clouded by anger for the injuries Gittarackur had dealt (Name), and halfway ready to get it over with.

“It’s been a long time, Kil.”

Gittarackur starts to pull out the golden/yellow needles that stuck out of his head and shoulders. Killua watched on in confusion as the man’s face started to shift, slowly revealing that the man before him was not who he seemed.

Killua’s face paled when the man’s long black hair fell gently to his waist. He looked down at him with black eyes.

“B-brother…”

—————

(Name) felt an intense ache in her chest, and she couldn’t tell if it was the broken ribs or her strange attraction to the man in the ring. She couldn’t quite place how she felt, but something inside her stirred.

“Hey.”

Illumi’s gaze drifts to (Name) for just a moment, a bit proud to see her cheeks flushed at his appearance.

“Killua’s brother?”

“He used those needles to change the shape of his face?”

(Name) whimpered, holding her head in her hands. “Hurts.”

There was an intense throbbing when she tried to delve into her mind to figure out why she was reacting this way to the man who had just brutally attacked her. Why did she want to reach out to him? Hold him?

“I heard that you cut up mom and Milluki.”

“I guess…”

Illumi tilted his head. “Mom was crying.”

Leorio scoffed. “Anyone would cry if their son did that to them.”

“Tears of joy.”

Leorio fell over, barely missing (Name) she cried out, rolling away. “Hey, watch where your going!”

“She was so happy to see that you’d grown up. But she was worried about you leaving home, so she asked me to check yo on you. What a coincidence. I didn’t know you wanted to be a Hunter. I’m trying to get a license for my next job.”

Killua looked down, refusing to make eye contact with his older brother. “I don’t really want to be a hunter. I just felt like taking the exam.”

“I see. That’s a relief. Then I have some advice for you.”

The room grew tense, (Name) gripping onto Kurapika’s sleeve as her nose began to bleed.

“You’re not cut out to be a Hunter. You were born to be… a killer.”

Killua trembled.

“You’re a puppet of darkness, without passion. You don’t want anything or wish for anything. As one who lives in the shadows, you can only feel pleasure when people die. That’s how dad and I raised you. What would you accomplish by becoming a hunter?”

“True. I don’t desire to become a Hunter. But… I do have something I want….”

“You don’t.”

“I DO!”

Illumi was slightly taken aback by his brothers words, but stayed stone faced.

“There are some things I really want.”

Illumi hummed. “Tell me what it is you want.”

Killua blinked, meeting his brothers gaze for just a moment. He stayed silent, looking at the ground.

“What’s wrong? There’s nothing you really want, is there?”

Killua bit his lip. “That’s not it! You have something you want too!”

This caused Illumi to pause, his eyes automatically drifting to (Name) again. Killua caught this, whispering. “You still love her.”

Illumi’s eyes widen ever so slightly, but he ignores his brother. “We’re talking about you, not me.”

“I want to become friends with Gon… I’m sick of killing people. I want to become friends with Gon and live a normal life…”

“That’s impossible.”

(Name) stands with the help of Kurapika.

“You’ll never be able to make friends. Your only concern when you meet someone is whether you should kill them. That’s how you were trained.”

“That’s not how you raise a child!” (Name) shouts, the effort causing her to fall into a coughing fit.

“You just don’t know how to classify Gon because he’s too dazzling for your eyes. You don’t actually want to become friends with him.” Illumi tried to ignore her, stealing another glance and barely containing himself when he sees Kurapika holding her up.

“You’re wrong…”

“If you stay with him, you’ll end up wanting to kill him one day. You’ll get the urge to see if you can kill him or not. Because you have the soul of a killer.”

Leorio charges forward. “Killua! I don’t give a damn if he’s your brother. He’s a worthless piece of crap! Don’t listen to him! Just beat the crap out him like usual and win! You want to become friends with Gon? Are you dumb? You are already friends!”

Killua startles. “I’m sure that’s how Gon feels!”

Illumi glances at Leorio, relaxing a bit when he sees that (Name) was leaning against the wall. “Is that so?”

“Hell yeah, idiot!”

“Really… that’s no good. He considers Kil a friend.”

Illumi holds up a finger. “Okay. I’ll kill Gon.”

(Name) straightens, her strength suddenly returning. The other three in her group react with anger, Hisoka and Netero looking on with interest.

“A killer doesn’t need any friends. They’ll only slow you down. Where is he?”

Killua watches his brother walk towards the four at the end of the room. “P-please wait! The match is still-“

Illumi throws a needle at the referee, who begins to shrivel.

“Where is he?” Illumi asks without looking.

“The waiting room over there…”

“Thank you.”

(Name), Kurapika, Leorio, and Hanzo step in front of the door to guard it.

“This won’t do… I need a hunters license to do my job… but if I kill them, I’ll fail and Kil will pass automatically. Oh darn, the same thing will happen if I kill Gon.”

He pouts. “Oh, I know!”

He smiles at the four. “I’ll pass the exam before killing Gon.”

Sweat drips down Killua’s face as he trembles in place.

(Name) sends him a warning glance. “You won’t get past me.”

“Bastard…”

Illumi faces the examiners. “If I wait until after passing the exam, I can kill everyone here and still keep my license, right?”

“Yes, according to the rules.” Netero confirms, his eyes drifting from Illumi to the four that stood guard at the door.

“Hear that, Kil? You have to beat me if you want to save Gon.”

Illumi advanced forward, closing the gap between them step-by-step.

“Will you fight me for your friend’s sake? You can’t do it. Because you’re more worried about whether or not you can defeat me.”

Killua gasped as he neared closer. “And you already have your answer. ‘I’m not strong enough to beat my brother.’ ‘Never fight an enemy you can’t defeat.’ I drilled that into you…”

Killua shook uncontrollably, his breath coming out unsteady.

“Don’t move! If you move an inch, I’ll assume that the fight has begun. And if our bodies make contact, that will also mean the fight has begun. There’s only one way to stop me. You know what that is.”

Killua’s eyes focus on his brothers hand had inches closer to him by the second.

“But don’t forget… if you don’t fight me, your dear Gon will die.”

“Take him out, Killua! We won’t let him kill you or Gon! We’ll take him, whatever it takes! Let him have it!” Leorio exclaimed, but Killua was hardly listening.

Before Illumi’s hand could brush against Killua’s forehead, Killua hung his head low.

“I surrender.”

Illumi glared down at him before smiling. “Oh, that’s good. Then the battles over.”

He laughs, clapping a hand onto Killua’s shoulder. “I lied, Kil. I was lying about killing Gon. That was just a little test. But now, I have my answer.”

Illumi kneeled, pulling Killua down to whisper in his ear.

“You don’t have the right to make friends. Nor do you need friends. You should just listen to dad and me, and do your job as you always have. When the time comes, I’ll tell you to take the Hunter Exam. You don’t need a license yet.”

After he was done, Illumi turned towards the four.

“Now… (Name), won’t you be a dear and save me the trouble from having to capture you and come to me?”

(Name) stared at him in confusion, blinking wildly. “Excuse you, but-“

She could barely process being picked up and tossed over Illumi’s shoulder. Kurapika and Leorio tried to reach for her before he had grabbed her, but they were too late.

“I’m taking her to the infirmary. This girl is mine, you hear? From this moment on she belongs to me, so don’t touch her so carelessly.”

He patted her butt before hitting her just hard enough to knock her out.

Before Kurapika and Leorio could attack, Killua stopped them with a shout.

“Don’t touch him. He’s passed, and won’t hesitate to kill you. He’s.. he probably won’t hurt her.”

The three watched Illumi leave the room, the man tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. He gently caressed her face, his aura relaxing.

“I finally have you, (Name).”

Once they reached the infirmary, he tucked her into the bed, gazing down at her with hazy eyes. He didn’t hesitate to pull back the blanket and slip into bed with her, pulling her flush against his chest, trying to be careful with her injuries.

——————

A few hours later, (Name)’s mysterious friend grips the table he sat at so tight it splintered.

“He did what?”

‘I said he attacked her quite brutally then declared she was his and walked off. Messy, really. She’s recovering in the infirmary, currently.’

The man could barely contain his bloodlust, gripping the phone so tightly the screen nearly cracked.

“Went too far. Gonna kill that man.”

He looked down at his phone screen, trying to calm himself by looking at (Name)’s smiling face.

“Keep close eye on them. Report back if something changes.”

The man hangs up without another word, opening up his messages to (Name)’s contact.

If need me, don’t hesitate. Call.

He sent the message, tapping on the broken table.

“I won’t let him have her.”

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lolita-lollipop · 4 months

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#soft yandere #platonic obsession #platonic yandere #yandere my hero academia #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere eraserhead #soft yandere aizawa #yandere aizawa #fem reader #platonic yandere bakugo #yandere bakugo katsuki #soft yandere bakugo #yandere bakugo #yandere uvogin #yandere hxh #yandere chrollo #yandere hisoka

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megantheestallion-ismypresident · 5 days

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Hisoka Morrow HEADCANNONS ☆♡

● Hisoka probably owns different self care products from very expensive brands. He also has all the best smelling colognes and perfumes. He'll buy or share some of his with you.

● Hisoka would insist on holding your waist both or holding your hand in public and in private to show everyone your his and his alone, but it's also just because it's an excuse to be touching you because he can't keep his hands off of you.

● Hisoka would immediately give you anything that you spend more than a second looking at and not tell you that he bought it until after later in the day. As a surprise, grinning widely the whole time as be hands it to you. "I thought you'd might like this, sweetheart~" He whispers onto your ear, handing you your gift.

● Hisoka loves nuzzling his head onto your shoulder or hugging you from behind and kisses your neck it's just how he shows his love and affection.

● Hisoka gives you very seductive looks across the room in public just to make you flustered when you're supposed to be professional. He finds it cute when you're supposed to be paying attention to other stuff than watching him.

● He'll insist on you sitting on his lap instead of just taking a seat next to him or if he just sees you standing and there's no other seats.

● Hisoka loves to do "innocently" things by moving his hands and fingers in a circular motion when he sees you watching them, such as doing slow movements when he fidgets with his cards and taps or caresses along both the tips and sides of them, He notices you watching him and it makes him smirk on how you can't take his eyes off of him.

● He'll teach you how to play one of his card games he doesn't really teach people his tricks because he usually kills them with his cards, but he'll teach you because he cares about you.

●Hisoka also would make direct eye contact with you when he bites the tip of a card and holds it in his mouth, or when he's feeling more antsy, he'll very slowly lick the card from top to bottom just to get a reaction out of you, and it works every time.

● Hisoka would steal a bite of your food. It doesn't matter what you're eating, but. Be careful when you eat sweets. He has a crazy sweet tooth he'll grab them with a strand of his bungee gum without you watching when your having a conversation, but you'll notice that there gone by the time you see it's all gone from you're plate.

● Hisoka is not into expressing his feelings to people he doesn't find it comfortable to him, but he'll slowly warm up to you if you show him you won't uses his secrets against him or have any ulterior motives for being close with him. It'll take some time, but evenings he'll lt his guard down.

● Hisoka loves it when you play with his hair, and he'll start wearing his hair down more often for you.

● Hisoka rarely wears suits, but on a certain occasion, he'll wear them, but only how much you love seeing him in suit.

● Hisoka also uses his face paint to put the same symbols that he has on his and put them onto you, so you guys can match with each other. "Oh look, we're matching, darling. Don't we look like twins, my little ace~"

● Hisoka loves taking you to high places such as buildings, so he can show you the amazing view. At first, you were pretty scared, but he reassures you that there's nothing to be scared about. But you do enjoy the view and watching the stars and the sunsets with him.

● Hisoka doesn't really care if people get annoyed by him constantly talking about power or his powers and explain them every time he's fighting. But the way you're genuinely interested makes him feel appreciated to have someone actually listening to him rambling during his explanations, especially when he talks about bungee gum and nen, He finds you a very fascinating person.

● Hisoka finds curiously odd how someone such as yourself caught his attention and has feelings for him, that he thought he was incapable of. At first, he tried to ignore how happy you made him but, eventually he started to not care about hiding it and he truly had fall for you.

#hisoka morrow #hisoka morrow x reader #hisoka morrow x fem!reader #hisoka morrow x black!reader #black!reader #anime x black!reader #hxh #hxh 2011 #Spotify #hxh x black!reader

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maycat-19-142 · 2 years

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What i think they listen to: hxh addition

A/n: all of the music is music I like or listen to

🎣gon🎣

🔪Killua🔪

🤡Hisoka🤡

📍Illumi📍

Have a good day and night 🌙

Pixie out 🧚‍♀️

#pixie #pixie rants #fluff #x reader #fem reader #gn🌌#male reader #hxh #hisoka #illumi #gon #killua #Spotify

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cat3ch1sm · 1 year

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thank you all so so so much for 2k<333 i love every last one of you so much!!! thank u all for supporting me😭💚💚

#anime #hxh headcanons #kurapika x reader #hxh memes #l lawliet #chrollo x reader #jjk x fem!reader #jjk smau #kurapika headcanons #mello death note #death note headcanons #light yagami x reader #near death note #sk8 the infinity hcs #sk8 the infinity headcanons #agni black butler #black butler agni #black butler anime #hisoka x reader

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skyyletai · 13 days

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

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

"No."

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

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

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

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soft-mafia · 7 months

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Cupcake [Buggy x Reader]

warning: oc insert, fem reader, dom Buggy, Buggy detaching his parts(just his hand), porn without plot, literally just porn, I’m being self indulgent, grinding, Buggy calling himself daddy

a/n: So I guess I’m becoming a clown fucker blog :( this is actually really rusty. I haven’t written in a LONG time so please forgive me for how bad this is😭I’m just feeling really self indulgent right now. Also he might be a little out of character to some? I’ve watched the live action but I’m also trying to watch the anime too(which is over 1000 episodes😭) I’m trying my best to get his character down and the idea was to kind of mix both the live action and the anime version of Buggy together in this fic? Because I think both iterations are HOTTT. Although I don’t think it’s executed well. This is also my first Buggy fic so please bare with me, I’m sure I’ll get better as I go on lmao. Don’t worry, I’m not forgetting about Hisoka— I’m just adding one more clown to my collection.

Buggy’s floating hand gripped Y/n’s hand tightly and held it against the bedsheets, it was a mix of both a comforting hold and one of firm dominance. His other hand, attached to his body was holding onto one of her legs, holding it in the air while the other one was on the bed. The sharp movements of his pelvis thrusting back and forth created loud slapping sounds as his skin hit hers.

“You better take it.” Buggy laughed gruffly through loud grunts and groans as he thrusted firmly into her, his gloved hand gripped hers as the bed creaked beneath them. Y/n trembled and whimpered, moaning as she watched Buggy’s girthy cock slide in and out of her pussy. His long blue hair was out of its usual pony tails and draped down his impressively built body.

He bore his teeth, the grip he had on her leg tightened as he sped his pace. “Fuck that’s good.” He grunted under his breath. He leaned forward, attaching his hand back onto his wrist as he now towered over Y/n, his long blue hair acted kind of like curtains framing Y/n’s face as it fell off of his shoulders.

The blue haired clown took Y/n’s leg and let it wrap around his torso before moving his hand to grab her waist, he squeezed it firmly as he plowed into her, firmer and faster. His grunts and her groans got louder. “S-Slow down..!” Y/n moaned; tears of pleasure completely clouded her vision, the overwhelming sensation of arousal was too much to handle; the way Buggy was ruthlessly thrusting into her, manhandling her— paired with his low rhythmic grunts and groans, she was so close.

“Cmon baby I know you can take it.” Buggy just laughed, “Such a sweetie, you’re doing just fine, look at you.” He spoke against gritted teeth while grinning, he let go of Y/n’s hand to put it on the other side of her waist.

He could feel how wet she was on his dick, it was driving him crazy. Buggy had incredible luck— it was crazy how fortunate he was in life, having a girl like Y/n was just the cherry on top of all of his fortune, because every pirate warlord needed a cute girl on their arm right? Why was Buggy so lucky? He had no idea, he wasn’t going to question it either, he was going to take advantage of everything life had to offer for him.

“Ghhh!” Buggy grunted, his brow furrowed tightly as he screwed his eyes shut, his hands slid their way up Y/n’s waist so they could grab at her bare breasts, squeezing them between his fingers. Y/n arched her back at the action with a loud, strained moan, pushing her breasts further into his grip. Buggy was so close, that twitching feeling in his abdomen— it was orgasmic, it made him sweat. He growled softly while exhaling.

“I’m so close.” Y/n whispered, her arms were wrapped around his neck, his mouth was pressed up against her forehead. He was getting a bit of saliva on her, and his stubble brushed against her face which was a bit uncomfortable but neither of them cared about that right now. Buggy could feel Y/n tremble and that alone brought him closer as well. “I’m gonna bust all inside you.” Buggy snickered, inhaling and exhaling before thrusting deep into Y/n; Buggy came inside of her, his warm sperm painting her inner walls. Y/n moaned deeply as she felt his cum fill her up. “Buggy!!” She moaned.

Buggy groaned and leaned back up, holding both of Y/n’s legs up beside his torso now as he looked down at her, sitting on his knees on the bed. He was still inside, his cum leaked out of her and around his dick. “Damn that was good.” Buggy snickered hoarsely, grinning while breathing heavily, coming off of his high.

Buggy rubbed up and down Y/n’s legs. “You didn’t let me cum.. again.” She groaned. “Ok, ok. Yeah I know.” Buggy groaned, pushing his long hair behind his shoulder and letting it fall down his back, “Don’t bitch at me about it you know daddy always take care of you.” He laughed softly before pulling out and leaning back, sitting against the headboard before pulling Y/n onto his lap, dragging her by her ankles.

“Hey!” Y/n squeaked as she sat up. Buggy patted her on the ass, smacking her a bit as his cock laid between her thighs, resting up against her belly. “Grind on me, cupcake.” Buggy said with a grin, he leaned his arms back and rested them on the top of the headboard as Y/n began to rub her pussy on his length, her hips trembled as her wet clit rubbed his cock. Buggy groaned, his thigh muscles clenched slightly at the sensation, he held her hip with one hand, rubbing up and down her waist and thigh, then moving his hand back to squeeze her ass, grinning when it made her whimper. His other hand popped off and floated down to rub at her clit, helping her bring her to her climax.

“Come on baby, come on..” Buggy groaned, watching her pussy rub on his cock just did things to him, his chest rose up and down as he breathed out. Buggy’s cum was still dripping out of Y/n’s pussy as he rubbed her clit with his fingers and cock, her pussy clenched, she felt so close- so close.

Y/n groaned and whimpered, leaning forward, resting against Buggy’s chest as she came, finally, her whole body was twitching. Buggy immediately wrapped her arms around her, holding her tightly with a big grin on his face. “That was great.” He laughed.

Y/n’s eyes fluttered, her face was buried in the crook of his neck, his slightly musty scent invaded her nose; it wasn’t unpleasant though, it was kind of attractive and made her snuggle into him more. Buggy’s embrace tightened; he loved holding her body against his, it felt so good, he closed his eyes before inhaling and exhaling.

It was getting late, and Buggy had planned to stop somewhere the next day. Considering Y/n had already fallen asleep, he succumbed to his own slumber as well.

-time skip-

“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?! HAVE YOU EVER HEARD OF KNOCKING?!” Buggy growled as one of his crew members suddenly opened the door— greeted to a half naked Y/n, and Buggy who was in the middle of putting on his boxers. The crew member was rightfully flustered, covering his face and turning his body away “I’m so sorry Captain Buggy!! I should’ve knocked!!”

“I have a lady in here dammit!!!” Buggy growled, signaling towards Y/n who had actually fallen back asleep, sprawled out on the bed, still only wearing her bra and panties.

#one piece #buggy one piece #one piece buggy #buggy x reader #buggy x y/n #buggy x oc #one piece x reader #buggy headcanons #buggy smut

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moumouton4 · 9 months

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Imagine illumi zoldyck having to marry a female tengen uzui.

Why because she is from the special uzui clan and when she helped the others save killua they let him go if she married him.

Him getting called unflamboyant and he is just standing there 🕴🏻

Imagine Him Having To Marry You || Irumi Zoldyck x Uzui!fem!reader

A/n : Hiiiiii there ! Here is it ! It's my first work on the Hunter x Hunter world so I hope the fandom is going to like it 🍦

A/n 2 : Also yall tell me if there is a real difference between Irumi and Illumi 🤔 Like is it disturbing ?

Warnings : Fluff, quick mention of making love, nothing graphic

Masterlist ⚜

I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it

Word count : 1673

You’ve always been fascinated in how the most improbable and thrilling adventures happened to you out of all the people. And yes, even today as you were getting ready was no exception

You who were always the master of your destiny, it's as if something happened that day when you met him. Something out of your splendid reach

At this time, you left your village and your family to apply for the Hunter exam ( no joke I wrote Chünin 😂 )

You were peacefully running your first 80km in the first trial when you heard two young voices chuckling. You slightly picks up your pace to join them at their level

Once there you were kinda dumbfounded to see such young boys take part in an exam that is reputed to be so difficult. You watched them for a moment - with no ulterior motive like Hisoka - one dressed in green and carrying a fishing rod, and the other with white hair on a skateboard - ingenious but not flashy enough as running and showing off his stamina in tough times

Then your attention turned to the subject of their laughter. You smiled brightly when you saw your little mice running along. Many disappointing candidates had given up, but they were still as brave as ever

"How do simple smiles manage to run such a distance?" said the boy on the board.

"In any case, they certainly deserve their place" said the cheerful one

"Careful what you say they're not just mice" your voice boomed behind them, making both heads turn while you were still running "They're Shino Buff Mice but you can call them Ninjus" you said proudly. It was Tengen, your brother who insisted that you take the mice who work for him with you, just in case

"It's truly extraordinary !" the black haired boy spoke, sounding fascinated. And you didn't mind, at least someone appreciated the family's magnificence

"And how old are you, anyway ?" spoke to his comrade. You looked at him incredulously before giving him your age, almost equal to your long years of hard training ( let's just say you're an adult because Irumi is 24 😭 )

After that moment, you went on to befriend the two boys and the two others they'd met. You formed a fine team and everyone saw you more or less as a big sister to lean on. Frankly, you really enjoyed showing them what you were capable of and what you could contribute

The two boys were very fond of you, seeing in you a member of their family they hadn't known before

So it was without a second thought that you followed Gon, Leorio and Kurapika towards Kukuroo Mountain to rescue - well it's harsh but it's true - your friend from the clutches of his family

And not to brag, but it was easy enough to accomplish. At first he didn't want to let him go, but when Kirua's mother eventually recognized you, she decided to offer you a deal. It was simple, and from her point of view, it was like being served up to you on a silver platter

The deal was simple we'd let Kirua go with her friends on condition that you sign a promise of marriage with her eldest son, Irumi

Of course, he didn't know about it, and between you and me, he'd seen you during the exam. He liked you, of course, but you were taking up a lot of space with the way you behaved, and well, he was more the discrete type

But his mother was sure he would accept for the greater good of his family. After all, you were an Uzui, descended from a powerful ninja clan. You'd make a wonderful assassin for the Zoldyck family, and you and Irumi's offspring would help keep the family's prestige intact even after your generation

You accepted eagerly, it was a challenge that only the greatest could meet and face. So it was for you and also you found Irumi very handsome, his charm hiding a certain darkness that you enthusiastically wanted to get to know.

Kirua refused but you insisted before slipping into his ear that this way you could really become his big sister, bringing a shy smile on his face as he turned his head on the side "You're just so stupid" he mumbled

So when the big day arrived, you stood there proudly holding your brother's arm as he walked you down the aisle. In front of you stood the man who was to be your future husband. His dark blue suit subtly accentuated his muscular build, while the golden needles finely stitched into his jacket enhanced the look

Looking at you, he couldn't help but feel butterflies in his stomach. The way your white diamond dress with hints of violet gave you a sophisticated look. Like the way your corset hugged your chest perfectly down to your hips to mark your waist. Gosh you were gorgeous and he just wanted to be tonight. For someone who didn't really want to get married, he seemed very eager now

Your brother's manicured hands tightened on your waist as you both approached Irumi, and he gave him a dark look, meaning that if a disappointment were to happen, he would deeply regret it

Irumi looked unimpressed, at his threat

The ceremony went off without a hitch, despite the Tengen women crying their eyes out

Strangely enough, you both got on very quickly. You have more or less similar views of the world and especially of the fact that you are superior to many people

Though in the beginning you cringe him so much when you’re loud in public. He wants to disappear. He is seriously not used to this kind of display

Otherwise, you suited him. You were beautiful, stylish, classy, strong... His mother was right your descendants will have everything going for them

There was just one thing he still couldn't get used to yet... your exuberance

You are always too much. Even if you don't mean to. But you can't help being loud, laughing aloud, talking any way you like at the risk of hurting people's feelings, nit that you cared anyways. Because yes, you spent your time roasting everyone, even him

"No, for the umpteenth time, I'm not going to paint my nails" he sighed, trying to concentrate on his next target's file

"Seriously ?!? How can my husband be so unflamboyant !" you almost shouted, making him grit his teeth

His body language gave nothing away. He was like 🕴🏻 "Your word doesn't make any sense" he answered dryly. But deep down he was a little offended. Look at his long ebony locks and his unique outfit, he was flamboyant

"Yes, it does, look at me. I'm flamboyant. Look at you, you're not" you sassed

"Can you stop already" he grumbled

You two kept arguing. But as odd as it may seem, that's what keeps you going, unblocks complex situations and shows you that against all odds, one will always be there for the other

Over time, the protectiveness he feels for his brother begins to shift toward you. He starts standing behind you like a shadow when you two are walking around. He gives people murderous looks. And you could almost hear him hiss like a snake if you got too close

But you know how obsessive he can be, you just put the basics right in his face. No, he wasn't going to doesn't like that with you. You don't even need it. People just by knowing you are from the Uzui clan - with your bandhead - clear the way

But there's one thing that will always amaze him, and that's the remarkable way you surprise him, Irumi Zoldyck

One time you came up behind him and spanked him hard... he yelped. You're lucky he loves likes you because he would have wasted no time on killing you. At least you had the cleverness to do this when you too were alone

He should start to get suspicious and feel it coming but every time you go behind him he doesn't know if he should wait to get a spanking. So sometimes he discreetly holds his breath and closes his eyes. he just knows he is going to yelp

He doesn't like pda like at all. Don't try putting an arm around his shoulders, because he is going to pull away. Though if he sees anyone getting too close he is the type to wrap an arm aroud your waist and pull you flush against his chest

Also you’re both doms… So when you’re going at it, it looks like you’re fighting, but naked. You can do whatever with this info

Sometimes you have deep conversations. Like that day when he felt a little vulnerable after making love - yes not fucking, making love- and he asked you if like your brother you were into polygamy

That day you reassured him as best you could, explaining that not all the men on this planet are worth it

"No even Tegen. I swear he always thinks he is the flashiest but gosh he can be so loud and rude sometimes"

Irumi's eyes widened, and once again you'd surprised him. He kissed your forehead and left you to sleep, his body nestled close to yours. He was glad you answered seriously, because you usually laughed more than anything else when talking about serious subject

The subject of children hasn't come up yet, but you're both afraid his mother will put pressure on you. So Irumi decides to say that he's going to set up a base in another place to be closer to his field of action. But the truth is, he wants to get away from his family and closer to you

He's still creepy and bloodthirsty, but with you he feels like he was starting from scratch. And he'd never felt such excitement - well except on your honeymoon

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