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manias-wordcount · 7 months

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Four's a Party (Chrollo Lucilfer, Hisoka Morow, Illumi Zoldyck)

Kinktober 2023 Day Ten: Foursome

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

They’re not the most dynamic trio.

Oh sure. They’re all very powerful. You wouldn’t want to know that Illumi Zoldyck had your name and place of residency memorized for any other reason besides the fact that you gave it to him. You wouldn’t want to be caught dead with something- anything that Chrollo might want for himself. And to be the object of Hisoka’s attention- even for a moment- is like placing your hand into Death’s all by your own free will. Together, they’re even more deadly. Even more of something to be afraid of.

But you also wouldn’t have called them the best of friends. People who would go out of their way to check in on each other. To do something fun together. That wasn’t them. In fact, you always saw them for what was beneath their surfaces. The sizing of each other up. The cockiness and arrogance with each word spoken to each other. The quiet rivalry that existed no what day or time or year or place. And so it doesn’t surprise that when they come together, that tension still sits in whatever room they’re in. Getting thicker and thicker and thicker. Making it hard for people like you to breathe. But what does surprise you is that sometimes, the tension is no longer quiet. The tension can become more than just “jokingly” throwing a pin needle in the direction of someone’s eye with the excuse of “I knew you would dodge it.” And sometimes, the tension can involve you.

Or rather, it can involve three pairs of hands running all over you as they urge you to say one name louder than the rest. His name.

Whoever that may be in the moment. Though rarely a moment goes by when you’re around, and all three of them aren’t vying for your attention. Some moments it’s more subtle. Like touches to your shoulder and hands around your waist. Sometimes it’s more bold. Like requests for kisses and flowers when you least expect them. And sometimes? And sometimes it’s dirty, filthy, and sinful.

Sometimes it’s spending the night on the floor of a fancy hotel. Sucking off one man while another laps at your cunt like a starving, dying man- hoping that the one person with their cock stuffed inside your ass isn’t the one who’s making you cry out and squirm so sweetly like that.

“Deeper, sweetheart.” Chrollo hums from above you, a little to your side. Through fluttering lashes and eyes starting to tear up, you can see the almost warm smile he gives you. Just you. And it’s the slightest bit comforting- just like the way he cups your jaw with one hand and holds your hair back with the other as you do your best to swallow as much of his dick as your throat lets you. But he’s hard and he’s thick and he's long and there’s so much happening to you right now that it makes it hard for you to do just about anything right. But Chrollo is kind to you. Chrollo is gentle with you. Sweet on you. So he’ll opt for saying a few encouraging words and shoving it in deeper himself. While you’re in between breaths of course. “...that’s it, there you go.”

You start choking almost instantly, as Chrollo manages to slide a little deeper inside your warm, wet throat. For a second, you’re struggling to breathe. Forced to do nothing but let him stroke your cheek as you try to regain what you lost. It’s a hard couple of seconds. One that makes the threes fall a little faster, and your heart beat a little quicker than it had been before. But eventually, you balance out. You get your stability. You relearn how to breathe with a cock stuffed in your mouth. You find that all is well.

But only then, does Hisoka’s lips decide to reacquaint themselves with your clit again.

“Mmm…” You’re forced to moan against Chrollo’s dick at the sensation, but he’s gracious enough to let you pull off of him after a couple of seconds to enjoy what’s being given to you. And so, the leader of the Phantom Troupe’s cock falls from your mouth with a lewd, lewd pop and your voice is free to sing as loudly to the hotel room walls as Hisoka can make you. “...Wait, wait, wait-”

But he doesn’t wait. The clown you’re oh-so deeply terrified of doesn’t wait for you to catch your breath or regain your bearings. Instead, he just lets his eyes flicker up from between your parted legs to you and a smirk plays at his lips before his head goes back to burying itself in between your thighs. And there you are- stuck watching and whimpering and withering as a long, skillful tongue flicks itself against your clit and circles it was a little too much skill to be natural. Up and down. Side to side. In circles. Creating shapes.

He does all that despite your cries. He does all that despite your pleas. And you’re nice and good and messy and creamy for him once more, he decides it’s time to go back to licking down the expanse of your slit. Tasting just about everything you have to offer in this moment again and again and again and again. And when that isn’t enough for him? He starts grabbing at your thighs- lifting you up further and further and spreading your legs wider and wider as his nails press into your skin and his tongue slips between your lower lips. Wandering and swimming and exploring your insides. Like they were his all along.

But the second he moved your body, somebody else rejoined the fight. Someone who isn’t so keen on being ignored or not in control of the situation. Especially when it has to do with a certain murderous, sociopathic, literal clown who’s currently busying himself with poor, spent little cunny right now.

“Don’t hog.”

That’s all you’re able to hear Illumi say before he starts to move you himself. Immediately, you’re gasping out as the man lying beneath you lifts his legs up to prop yours up even further. Hisoka easily is able to follow your body’s movements and doesn’t even stop eating you out for a moment. Chrollo doesn’t fail to take advantage of this opportunity either. With this angle, you’re up a little higher. And with a hand on your cheek once more, he’s turning your head and slipping his cock down your throat. A little easier than before. But it’s not the sudden intrusion of a dick brushing against the back of your throat that gets you to cry out and moan this time. Nor is it the feeling of Hisoka tongue-fucking you in that way you know only he is capable of.

No, no, no instead it’s the feeling of Illlumi's own cock. Going a little further up your tiny little puckered hole. Spread you out nice and wide like you never imagined you’d get spread out before.

And you absolutely loved it.

“Don’t get jealous. You don’t move your hips enough to upset with me.” Hisoka remarks back, taking his face away from your pussy just long enough to shoot some harsh words back at the assassin. But all too soon, he’s back to paying attention to your body- blowing against your clit and kissing it softly. Almost as if apologizing for losing focus on you. “Who do you think got her wet for you to enjoy this, hmmm?”

At Hisoka’s blow, Illumi starts to sit up- forcing his cock a bit deeper inside of you a little too suddenly. Once again, you pull your mouth off of Chrollo’s cock in favor of letting out a loud, loud gasp that falls into a nice and needly little moan real quickly. Your hand comes up and settles over your lower stomach. Almost as if that would ease the intense feelings being delivered onto you in this moment. Very subtly, Illumi is starting to rock his hips beneath you. Pressing just barely further before pulling out a little. You moan again at that feeling as Illumi’s own hands come up to put themselves against your stomach and press down. But before you can let out another pleasure-filled sound, Chrollo is grabbing your face and leading it towards him for the umpteenth time tonight. And you don’t even have to wait to be told to open your mouth and stick out your tongue for him.

You just do.

And Chrollo makes quick work of your throat. Using and using and using it to his heart’s contents. Just like how Hisoka makes quick work of your pussy- lapping and licking and sucking and slurping it up as your juices spill over and your nectar runs free. Just like how Illumi rolls his hips into yours. Soaking up your gasps and letting out his own groans and grunts about just how tight and perfect you are. And so the three of them work in unison. They move in tandem- taking their own turns distracting you. Producing your moans and your pleasure and the warm, growing feeling in the pit of your stomach that’s starting to get more and more unbearable with time.

Some more words are exchanged. Some more threats are said. A few more glares. A few more changes in the aura. And sometimes translates into someone snapping their hips into yours. Sometimes that translates into someone sucking your clit a little too hard. Or making you swallow so much dick that you’re stuck drooling all over yourself as your hands tighten into fists and all you can do is struggle to breathe. All so that way they can stop. Let you rest. Let you breathe. Let you exist. And then put you back into the same place while the three of them change positions.

Enjoying different parts of you that they didn’t get to explore before.

Though in the end, you still don’t think they’re the most dynamic trio. They’re powerful people. Powerful on their own. Powerful in their own right. But in a way, they feel far too different. Far from friends. But exactly like people with a shared goal. A shared vision. A shared toy, even. So, it’s true. Sometimes, they mesh together very well. A little too well. Without even trying. Without even wanting it too bad. Sometimes, they mesh together very, very, very well. At least, you know they do sometimes. You know they do.

Especially when it comes to you.

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i-killed-a-prostutute · 10 months

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⚡️Yandere Killua X Neko ⚡️

*killua is absolutely over the age of 18 in this imaging. R18 trigger warning light edition (face fucking, fingering, p in v, praise, overstim, breeding, & heat)

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You were bored waiting for Killia to come home, but you would be a good little pet and wait for him like always. It's what he expected. What if you went out and got hurt because of your ears and tail? People would probably think you were a freak. A lab could take you away!

The outside was dangerous, so yes you’d wait for Master Killua like a good girl. If you were good, he might buy you a new game system or a pretty new collar.

Today, it was hard to wait, though it felt like he was taking longer than normal, but the clock only said 5pm…the 5:05 then 5:15. It felt like you’d die if he wasn’t home soon. You couldn’t sleep and you weren't hungry so you could only sit there by the door and wait.

When you finally heard his keys in the lock you felt like you’d cry so happy to see him, to breathe in his scent, to feel him. The two of you moved to the livingroom for your after work pets, normally you were a bit reserved but today you were all over his lap and kept kissing him, his neck, and shoulder

“Woah kitten what’s gotten into you?” he chuckled, prying you off just enough to look up at you for a moment, but it made you whine and cling to him more

“Master its so hot!” You whined your tone, catching his attention he observed you. You almost seemed drunk. Your speech even slurred slightly. “Please, you can make it better.” With you clinging to him like that, he knew what this was

He thought the drug developer was lying or exaggerating when he said you’d go into heat every month like a regular cat. Then there you were dropping to your knees for him right there on the livingroom floor. Your tongue was rough and your mouth was so warm he thought he’d melt his pale hand moving into your hair.

“That's a really good princess.” The groan he let out made even more slick pool between your thighs. You kept your hands on his thighs as he began to fuck your face you wanted to be good for him letting his hips arch off the couch and into your face.

When his high poured down your throat and you swallowed like a good little pet, he didn’t even bother whipping your lips before giving you a sloppy kiss. As he caught his breath he pulled you into his lap letting you lean on him and cuddle him as he fucked you with his fingers.

You were already sloppy down here and he had barely even touched you in made him want to overwhelm you. He knew he had way better stamina than you and that week when you first became his pet was a good test for his restraint.

Any surface that he could fuck you on was taken advantage of he was tempted to see if you’d squirt but when you had reached a 4th high and began to beg for him to stop he relented.

He made sure to give you the fresh cream pie you begged for before taking you to the tub. He cuddled with you asking if you were alright, being slow with your over sensitive body but found the little shivers you gave when he played with your ears it gave him ideas for next time.

You had always been weird with your tail too and it made more dirty things run through his mind but when he realized you were asleep he chuckled and kissed the top of your head making a mental note for next time.

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-Idk why my first thing is always heat and breeding, lmao! If you guys want another one with Killua and his Neko, I do have ideas, lol.

#x reader #headcanon #x yn #hunter hunter x reader #killua x reader #adult killua x reader #aged up killua x reader #killua x yn #yandere headcanons #Neko x reader #cat girl

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lielittlehunter · 7 days

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does anyone still read hxh anymore?? summers starting and my requests are wide open 😭 please don’t be shy

#hunter hunter x reader #hxh #hunter hunter #hunter x hunter #hunter x hunter x reader #hunter x hunter fanfic #hisoka marrow #killua zoldyck #gon freecss #kurapika #hxh leorio #leorio #hxh kite #kite #hxh angst #hxh romance

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z0-ne · 8 months

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Fish eyes (PLATONIC! Illumi + !Child! Reader)

PART TWO TO THIS HERE

~!warnings!~ This specific chapter contains triggering subjects such as child abuse, starvation, mental abhse, kidnapping, gaslighting, grief, hisoka is his own warning and illumi is NOT a good person in this! HISOKA IS NOT GOOD EITHER DONT LET HIM FOOL YOU

It's been a day... no...more than that its been at least three days. You've been crying for three days on and off, silence engulfing the room only when you reach the peak of your exhaustion and can no longer shed tears.

Then comes the next morning when you wake up in a cold sweat, each time hoping to wake to the warmth of your bed and the comfort of your nanny, hugging you and telling you its just some silly dream..

Unfortunately everytime you open your eyes you awaken to this cold dark room barely illuminated by the small window you cannot reach, but even when you get a good look you see the bars are made of iron.

The door is just as much if not more hard to escape from, covering in scratches from clawing at it for hours and parts of wood chipped at. You can't find a way out of that, your dad, mom or oldest sister could but not you.

As you look up pathetically staring at the iron bars hoping someone will come for you, your stomach begins to growl, you feel yourself growing hungrier by the minute and you have to sit down.

Thoughts of the warm food you had eaten so many times over comes to mind in an instant,, steamed buns, miso soup, chicken, baked potatoes, ect all of that sounds delicious right now.

The immediate thought to ask your nanny Misa for some pancakes come to mind but then the haunting imagery comes back to you full force as you struggle to stand.

Remembering what happened that day.. how helpless you were while Nanny Misa threw her life away for you... she always said she'd give her life for yours but this just....doesn't feel right.

'Why didn't I move...?'

Looking down at your trembling hands it flashes from being dirty with a bit of grub and dust to being stained crimson, the cold dark floors underneath you suddenly looks and feels like the same grass from that day...

Your breath quickens as you feel your eyes widened and your chest tighten. You feel your lungs squeezing together as your breaths quickens your pupils scan the room.

'Why...didn't I move...? Why couldn't I move?..' You ask yourself in your head over and over again as your mind transfers you back to that terrible day.

All you can do is look up, you see the scene play out again, Your nanny raising the blade...preparing to slam it down as the strange man walks past her...then the blood.

She flinched as the blood spurted from her neck, her arms going limp,, you winced as she went limp and the blood begun to spurt. Watching as she falls to her knees you can only watch again helplessly as she falls over...

'Please...move..! Help her! Run away! Do something!' You mentally yell at yourself but nothing happens as you just stand and your mind tortured you with that same memory again, her cold body laying on the ground, crimson dirtied her pretty uniform you adored, jt was so pretty, so clean no matter how many times you buried your dirty face into it or grabbed it with hands covered in mud from a new mudpie

'Why couldn't I do anything...?'

You think as your vision is invaded by this cruel imagery. You can't help it. Once it fades all you have now is your own sorrows as your tears well up in your eyes and you fall to your knees.

Choked sobs slip out your lips as yo land on her knees those choked sobs become more than that as time passes and you're back to the loud wailing you started with when you were first brought here. You coughed on your tears, choking on them as you wailed.

You wail, you don't hold back, you can't hold back, tears being the only way you can smudge some of that dirt off your hands. Your tears being the warmest thing about this room as you continue to wail.

It isn't until you hear that large door creek again do you finally snatches your head out of your hands and stare up, hoping the culprit was found and your father or sister had come for you! Tears still pouring down from your eyes like waterfalls, your hands trembled with every cough.

"Still crying...how odd...." That voice...that terrifying voice, it sends chills through you as you turn, and all you see...are those cold black fish eyes, you can't see anything else except those eyes, they scare you to no level. You jump to your feet and scramble away from him.

You want to scream but no sound comes out, you feel so weak, and its because you are. You're only a child in the face of this monster, you're alone and trapped in this cruel situation. All you can do is step back as he steps forward

He stares down at you, watching as the warm tears roll down your face. 'So pathetic...at this rate you would have never unlocked your potential had I left you with Killua.' He thinks to himself, watching you tremble.

As he takes a step forward you take one back. Its all you can manage to do afterall, your words are caught in your throat as he approaches.

He stares at you, silently as he approaches, those fish-like eyes staring you down. Your scared. Its so easy to be scared at this age, but this is a different type of fear.

All you can think about, is how he may hurt you. How he'll reach out and you'll be hurt for your tears by this man you've never met until three days prior. Only three days and he's instilled an unimaginable amount of fear within you.

It leaves you frozen in fear. The hunger in your mind now lost in the everlasting ocean of terror seeping through your core, you feel it. That cold tingling, its painful. From the top of your head, the tips of your fingers tremble to the soles of your feet.

He stares at you. Unmoving, unblinking until he sighs, even such a harmless casual thing like sighing makes you want to break down and sob, plead to not be hurt but all that comes out are pathetic whimpers as your tears roll down your face. You stumble back and fall on your rear end, trembling as you feel even smaller in the face of this monster.

He closes his eyes, and turns his back to you. Not another word is spoken, you don't know what will happen now, its scary how unpredictable he is. He stands there for a while.

Then...starts to leave. He walks away, you see how his back gets smaller through your eyes, vision blurred by tears but you can see the green getting further and further until...

SLAM!

The door slams shut, leaving a sudden gust of cold air coming back into the room. Your hands fall to your sides as you sit there and stare at the door, whimpering as more cries break through your through and slowly you cough.

Those coughs turn into cries, not as loud as before but they echo through the walls. You can't hear the voices outside,all you can hear is your own sounds of despair as you sit within the cold, empty, small room.

Your weeps don't go silent as your stomach growls after at least ten minutes of crying. You crawl towards the door, your legs won't pick up like they need to, they hurt, your stomach hurts. You feel like its hitting your back.

Once close enough to the door you pat the door, before slamming your hand against it. It stings, but the pain is not as bad as your stomach right now. You weep and wail as you yell out.

"Please! Someone! Anyone! Let me out! I'm hungry...!" You wail, but no sounds come from the other side. Your hand pounds against the door over and over, once again you hear your coughs echo through the room, feel your snot pouring down your nose and your tears trinkle down your skin.

The room is so cold, the floor, the walls, there's no hope for warmth. You're so exhausted. It hurts, everything hurts.

Your wails begin to trinkle through the thick door unbeknownst to you. It isn't until you hear heels clicking against the floor, shuffling and what sounded to be a deep voice letting out a sigh of what could be frustration or pity..

"Crying won't help you eat. If you stop you'll get something, bread at the very least" A voice, from the other side.

The voice is deep and has an odd tone something you can't put your finger on just yet. Your head sits up ever so slightly, not completely but enough to hear properly..

Your weeps haven't come to a stop yet, but they have died down just a bit. You heard him mention getting something, eating and your stomach twist in a painful way. You can't help but hope he means what he says.

"Huh..?" You heard him, but anything more specific will help right now. It's something different, not too different, you recognize his voice from the car ride here. You stare at the door, hoping for something.

"Your tears won't be wiped, you won't be coddled or held, your cries will not help you here. Stop that crying, if you must cry then do it after you've gotten your full." That odd voice spoke from the other side. It gave hope that you could be fed, that would solve one big problem.

"...really...?" You speak with a whimper, your voice cracking at the end of your sentence.

Even though you heard it twice now, you still desired the confirmation that the chances of anything could be given if you could just stop your crying. It would be difficult but you could try.

After a few moments of silence, you hear that voice again. He sighs "really." Despite his tired tone, he sounded like he was in deep thought.

That doesn't concern you right now, what concerns you is trying to figure out how to stop crying. You sniffle and lean down on your hands, curling into a ball, the tears fall but you clench your jaw to stop any noises.

You stare at the door, hoping to hear it open maybe. Hoping to hear your dad or mom, even your older sisters, but ultimately you only hear the man sigh, the sounds of rustling and the sounds of heels clicking against the floors outside of the thick door until it eventually ends in silence.

It went another day without food of any sort. Your stomach felt like it was on fire. It was so hard to fall asleep but somehow you managed.

The morning you woke up, the sun gave some light to the room,, it was warmer, what a relief. You could see how close the corners of the room was. The walls a dark gray, but you could hardly see the floors.

You can't get up, your legs hurt, you feel weak. Not once have you heard of death, or experienced it, you've seen it but is it usually this painful?

Another growl comes from your stomach. It hurts now, each one sending a Shockwave of pain through your body,, specifically your back. You groan and whine, tears pooling down your face.

How much longer? You just want to go home, or at the very least have something to eat, you'll take anything. Just something to stop this feeling of hunger.

You squeeze your eyes shut as the pain circles through you...it isn't until you hear a thud oddly close to the window that you open them again, it takes a lot of strength to turn your head but you do.

What you see, is a piece of bread, and a cup of water sitting close by the wall where the window is.

Mustering up all your strength you feel a sudden surge of energy surge through your body as you begin to force yourself to your knees, scurrying over to the bread.

Its big, bigger than your hands. Your eyes light up as you sniffle and take a large bite out of it. Its stale but you don't care. You take bite after bite until the entire loaf disappeared.

You feel the pain begin to settle, and you reach over and gulp down the water, letting it soothe your sore throat and you sigh in satisfaction. Knowing you had something meant that man didn't lie.

If or when the next time comes, maybe you'd get more food, but for now your happy the painful feeling began to settle.

~~~Bonus!~~~

I sit perched upon a nearby tree branch, close enough to see the child demolish the bread gifted to them by me. Watching as they guzzle down the water, not letting even a drop slip onto the ground beneath them or drizzle down their chin.

As I watch, a smirk on my face it goes to one of slight surprise as a very old memory drifts back to my mind. A girl of that size, that age in a room similar to this, although id have to say her (s/t) skin was a lot more dirty. Wearing raggedy pajamas instead of the clothes the child has on now. Her hair a mess, although they share similarities there.

It doesn't last long, its a brief site but it catches me off guard. I lean on my hand and a smirk creeps its way back to my face as I watch the child lay down, possibly to sleep.

"Hm. I guess this is what they call 'deja vu'. Funny. You're reminding me of your mother~"

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clonesuperiority · 25 days

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I'm not sure if it's canon that hunters face tattoo continues further down, but I came across @lornaka s take on hunters tattoos and really wanted to give it a try myself :3

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chrollc · 5 months

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“You look like you’re about to kill someone.”

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bwabys-scenarios · 6 months

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NSFW

He likes to have control in the bedroom sometimes. His favorite way of going about this is having you sit in his lap cockwarming him. You can’t move, your plush thighs squishing together as he plays with your clit, making you cream on his dick until you’re BEGGING for him to move through tears

Eventually he might give in. You’ve been so good all night! Usually, he’s weak to you in the bedroom and will give you what you want quickly, but he takes his time tonight, rubbing circles into your clit.

“Shh, you can handle one more angel. You’ve been so good, you’ll get what you want soon.”

It’s so cute when you blubber about how much you need him and gently move your wide, plump hips against him. How can he resist his pretty angel when you’re begging for him?

After making you cum around him again, he lifts your hips and slams you down onto his cock, nearly knocking the wind out of you. You don’t complain though, you’re too busy moaning his name, your mind fuzzy from pleasure.

He’ll fuck you until you forget your own name, only able to whine and whimper as you take his cock. He can’t help but fill up your pretty pussy with cum, giving you creampie after creampie. There’s no way you’re getting out of this without getting pregnant. And maybe that’s what he wants, to see you with a cute baby bump! <3

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|| KURAPIKA|| LEORIO|| CHROLLO|| FEITAN|| GOJO|| NANAMI|| CHOSO|| GETO|| RENGOKU|| TENGEN|| GIYUU|| EREN|| ARMIN||

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heartfullofleeches · 10 days

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You turn to walk away.

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

You stop dead in your tracks.

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

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

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere headcanons #male yandere #yandere insert #yandere blurb #yandere oc #yandere hybrid #yandere drabble #Hunter reader

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selineram3421 · 4 months

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Alastor's Rut Headcanons🦌

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Alastor X Reader

Warnings ⚠

⚠ its that time of the year and Alastor hates it, implied/suggestive, violence🔪, kisses ⚠

Alastor was in rut.

It was an uncomfortable part of his deer half that he had not accepted. He usually spent this time indoors or a radio broadcast slaughter to take his mind off it.

The problem is that this year it was different. Persistent.

He had a significant other.

They were the sweetest and deadliest thing. A demon that had started working in the hotel recently, with a good taste in music and food.

Rosie also favored them when he introduced the two.

He noticed himself become more possessive when other demons were too close to them. Or if some filthy scum would stare too long.

Then his antlers were itchy.

He had to rub his antlers against a tree to get rid of the feeling. (In the dead of night, somewhere far away from others. Satan forbid if anyone saw him.)

Having been a hunter, he knew what this meant..

There would be problems if anyone were to so much as touch his mate partner.

He'll let his love know about the rut. Mostly for their safety and know that its deer instinct.

During this time, he picked up a few habits. Like making sure his love was well fed, needs taken care of, and showered with gifts.

He already does that but its taken up a notch.

And he's more affectionate, physically that is. More kisses or hand holding PDA wise to steer off any rivals demons.

Almost killing Angel (When isn't he?) when the spider demon got too close to his partner.

Almost kills a few others too. And at some point he's basically sent home until he feels normal again.

You go with him because you're worried.

This leads to more intimate activities.

Of course he's doing his best to not go too far. Mostly kisses and gentle caresses.

Though there is one time that he needs relief of some kind..

I'll just let you imagine that bit.

Its around December that he starts to feel slightly better.

Let's his partner know that he's not comfortable during rut and thanks them for staying by his side. (Also apologizing if he made them uncomfortable.)

Its February when he finally feels normal again.

*scrolling through deer facts* Huh ok.

~Seline, the person.

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saturncodedstarlette · 9 months

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“I’ve seen the way he looks at you.”

“How does he look at me?”

“Like he never wants to look away.”

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werecreature-addicted · 5 months

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A werewolf boyfriend giving you a quick kiss while he steals a couple fries off your plate is the same as a dog doing tricks for table scraps you cannot change my mind.

#'if I'm cute enough i will earn food'#oh you're a big hunter?#you're a monster?#you're a lap dog giving puppy dog eyes #trading in your pride for a little snack #werewolf #werewolves #werewolf x reader #werewolf boyfriend

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manias-wordcount · 26 days

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hiii<3 could you do hisoka x trans male reader? calling him a good boy and all ..

Trans S/o HCs (Hisoka)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

Hisoka literally does not give a shit what your gender is- If he likes you, he likes you

So rather than him being extra gender-affirming with you, he’s just going to worship you as you are

Like he’ll just be his regular, old obsessive self more than anything

But he likes seeing you happy because he likes observing your reactions

So if he knows he can get a visceral reaction out of you just by doing one little thing, you know he’s going to do it

So he calls you good boy a lot

If you did something for him? Good boy If you did something mildly impressive or interesting? Good boy

If he wants you to come over and sit on his lap or just do absolutely anything he wants you to do? Good boy, good boy, good boy.

Because when the guy loves you, he gonna love you so hard that it’s absolutely sickening to witness

But that’s what happens when you pick a guy who loves hard

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i-killed-a-prostutute · 1 year

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Hello !! Can I request yandere killua x reader head-canons?

Yandere Killua

❕️🔹Killua is over the age of 18 in this and all other of my Killua x reader stories🔹❕️

Tw: mentions of kidnapping, kids, punishment, controlling behavior, murder

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Ok here me out Killua is a very sweet yandere but can go 180 in the other direction to a murderous psychopath

Killua will abduct you if you try to leave him but why would you ever leave him?

Killua buys you whatever you want, will take you wherever you want, and will do whatever you want. (Besides leaving you alone)

He wants to marry you and have kids. He drools at the idea of you being a stay at home spouse/mom. If you don't want kids, that's cool they take up a lot of time anyway.

If you do want kids and you have a daughter? He becomes just as obsessed with her but her restrictions are much more lenient.

He'll let you press on boundaries but if you break a rule you'll be swiftly punished.

Killua despises hitting you, well besides some spanking ;). If you break a rule, he'll most likely take away things, privileges, or if he's keeping you prisoner a zap or two.

God help any man or woman that gets too chummy with you. They'll get the electric chair treatment.

You are 100% forbidden from having any male friends but with women there are a few rules. They can't have boyfriends, no male friends, no sons, and you can go out with them for anything other than a meal.

Killua will only be slightly controlling as long as you're with him willingly, so just be good.

*just a little note that requests are still open. I'm just kinda bad at checking 😓. I'm not the best at writing sadistic or degrading ones, but I can definitely try. Idk if you guys would like it, but I actually wrote an Older Eddie Munson post. Check it out. I'm totally cool with writing more for him.

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misstycloud · 18 days

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

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

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

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

“It is, I’m afraid.” You said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh god..”

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

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

He knew what he had to do.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why was it you?”

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

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

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

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

“Ugh….”

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

“D-don’t go.”

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

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

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

“Wait, no-“

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

“My love, don’t-“

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

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

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