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crusty-chronicles · 3 months

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HxH Men Throwing Down with their S/O's Plushies

Synopsis: How hxh men react to your plushie collection, and if they'd fight them when you're not there.

An: I'm tired of all the fine men being ignored in the HxH fandom. Here's a Valentine's Day special of some of my favorites who are always overlooked for the most white bread, cardboard personality, toxic men.*cough cough* adult trio* cough cough*

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Leorio 🩺

100% fights your plushies

Without a doubt he throws down with them when you're not there. Even when you're in the room he's throwing hands.

And it is personal 😤

You've caught him on several occasions saying- "Think you can sleep next to my girl/man and get away with it?!? You homewrecker!!!!”

It's honestly really funny to see him put one of your giant bears in a headlock.

But you have to stop him before he tears it because those things are expensive goddamit.

“Leave him alone. I've had him for about ten years and I doubt you could find me another one. So drop him,” you lecture.

And he begrudgingly drops your big teddy bear. But not before complaining that you love it more than him.

All pouty and upset until you kiss his cheek and reassure him.

“Babe, they're not alive. You have absolutely no competition for my heart.”

He knows that, but they're everywhere. Watching him with their beady little eyes from their place on your bed.

Which reminds me-

He piledrives your little plushies when you're not in the room.

If he had it his way, they'd all be locked away somewhere.

But because he loves you with his whole heart, he moves them away from your side of the bed to his.

What? Those little bastards thought they'd get to sleep next to you when he's home? Not a chance!

He hates them for the attention you give them, but he also contributes to your collection.

Whenever he's got funds to spare, he'll bring you home a new addition.

With the condition that you give him twice as many cuddles ☝️

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Ging 🎣

He's a little less aggressive than Leorio, but he still fights your plushies.

And he fights with the intent to win.

Which more often than not leads them to getting ruined.

Tackles the absolute hell out of your big plushies. Then he'll jab it's stomach a few times.

“Getting a little too comfortable on my side, Jeremiah?”

If they're on the bed, they're on the floor when you get back.

Doesn't really do it for jealousy, but because he thinks your reaction is funny.

He'll throw one of the smaller ones off and you let out the most offended gasp.

“You stop that right now! You're gonna get him dirty! And I can't put him in the washer!”

He comes up with excuses too, just to see how much you'll let him get away with.

“That one was looking at me funny.” “You've got a place on your bed for each and every one of those little shittlings, but absolutely no room for me. It's not fair.” “I didn't get you that one, so it's under the bed where it belongs.”

The answer: you let him get away with a lot. You secretly think it's cute, but it's annoying how filthy he gets them.

He also steals them from time to time.

Totally not because he likes having something of you when he's away. What? You're crazy 🙄🙄🙄

He'll complain, but he'll always get you replacements for the ones he damages. He'll even get you the jumbo versions of the little ones.

Just because he loves you, despite his lackluster way of showing it.

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Morel 🚬

He's pretty respectful about it

Does not fight them.

But, every man has his weakness.

So there are times when he'll pick one of the smaller ones up and inspect it. Right before he squeezes it completely in his hand.

Why does he do it? Just because.

They're like little stress balls

And it's during one of these moments of weakness that you catch him.

“You're choking out my poor frog! Let him go before his eye pops out!”

And he laughs. He thinks it's sweet how much you love these things.

Even if you've got them on shelves and they stare into his soul at night.

He makes it a habit not to smoke or use his ability in front of them.

They hold too much sentimental value to you. And the last thing he wants is for you to get upset.

But the squishing? It doesn't stop.

It's like they're begging to be smooshed.

And you never fail to get after him every time.

“Quit abusing my babies!” You scold before taking back your stuffed rabbit.

He lets you have another bed to put all your plushies on.

He's a big man 😤😤😤 He can't afford space to share with them. He also likes to sleep next to his partner undisturbed, thank you 😤.

Also contributes to your collection.

And we're not talking every once and a while.

He's got that hunter money, so if you see something you want, it's yours

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Knov 👔

Arguably the most mature of the bunch

Your precious little babies are safe from him

It doesn't even cross his mind to fight them

That being said, your plushies aren't allowed on the bed at all ☹️

“I refuse to have my sleeping space occupied by that thing.” He said, gesturing to a very well loved seal plush. One of its eyes missing.

“What’s wrong with Samuel?”

“Look at it. The poor thing's traumatized. And you're gonna end up choking on its stuffing.”

They aren't even allowed in the bedroom on shelves.

However☝️, he does end up doing something special for you because of how much you adore your plushies.

He lets you dedicate one entire room to your collection. Buy a little bed for you to put them on. Even gets special shelves installed for you.

That's their room and theirs alone.

Also encourages you to get more now that you have ample space for them.

Every trip/mission he leaves for, he always makes sure to bring you something back.

Whether it be one of the huge bears or a little keychain plush, he gets it for you.

Definitely not a man afraid to spend on his S/O and their interest.

He also doesn't bat an eye at the attention you give them.

They mean a lot to you, but so does he judging by the way you're always ready to compromise

That and the way you cuddle closer to him at night and say-

“You're a whole lot better than even my softest of plushies.”

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Knuckle 🐕

On a bad day, it's on sight.

Always the bigger ones too

“What're you looking at?” And then he'll wrestle whatever poor plush caught his eye first.

But he feels incredibly bad about it afterwards

Picking up your little dinosaur nugget plush with tears in his eyes.

“I'm so sorry. You're mother's/father's gonna kill me for this.”

Even goes as far as to stitch up any little holes if he damaged them.

What can I say? He's a total softie

Like many of the men on here, he does contribute to your collection.

But you also inadvertently make him start his own 💀

You'll buy one for yourself and because it needs a friend, you buy another.

Only to gift it to him because ‘They’re dating like us.’ 🥺

That's how it starts.

You start buying plushies in pairs.

One for you and one for him.

It never fails to make Knuckle cry.

“Babe really? You didn't have to.”

And he's cradling the little dog plush you got him with such care. Like it's the most delicate thing in the world.

He, of course, makes sure to get another set to pay you back.

Plushies in the bed?

100%

No complaints here.

Even memorizes the names of all of them.

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Kurapika ⛓️

He simply does not have the energy to fight your plushies

He comes home tired and drained, understandably. And the first thing he does is collapse on the bed, right on top of them.

Doesn't think twice about it. In fact, he likes the extra cushion they provide.

And you don't mind all that much either. Kurapika does a lot. He's been through a lot.

If he wants to rest right on top of your plushies, he's more than welcome.

However, when he's not completely exhausted, he's mean to them ☹️

He'll push off the ones on his side of the bed to make space for himself. And he will not pick them up

Or he'll hide the one you usually snuggle with at night so he can cuddle you himself.

He just wants your warmth after a long day. Is that so much to ask for?

“Kurapika, have you seen my octopus plush anywhere?”

And he'll look away guiltily before mumbling a ‘No. Can't say that I have.’

But he always puts it back when he knows he'll be gone for a while.

He knows it brings you comfort, and who is he to take that away from you.

He does get pouty when you give them extra attention.

“I've been gone for a month and you're too busy cleaning that thing to greet me.” He complains.

Only for you to get up and wrap your arms around him. Giving his cheek a smooch before saying-

“You know you're precious to me. But I wouldn't be so busy cleaning my baby if you'd stop leaving him on the floor.”

He makes it up to you everytime by getting you another one.

He always makes sure to pick you something up when he comes back from searching for his clan's eyes.

A little thank you for always waiting for him and giving endless patience.

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Kite 🪁

Another man whom your plushies are safe from

He's supportive of your collection, but all he asks is that they don't take up the entire bed.

If they do, he's a little mean about it and organizes them all on your side.

That's about as far as he goes with messing with them.

He definitely builds you shelves to keep them in

Again, the less of them in the bed, the more space you two have.

He thinks it's cute how much you care about them, and likes to indulge you by asking how you got them.

He listens to each and every story you have and why each plush is special to you.

Safe to say, this man does not get jealous

A piece of fluff with stuffing is the last thing he's worried about

That being said, he contributes less frequently to your collection than the other men on this list

He limits them to special occasions like your birthday or an anniversary.

Why?

He wants to make sure each one is attached to a special moment so you hold them just as dear as your other ones.

An import memory that you're able to hold onto

He's also careful around your plushies.

He doesn't wanna get them dirty or accidentally tear them because of how much they mean to you.

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Wing 👓

This man right here is a 10/10

The absolute sweetest man

The thought doesn't even cross his mind to throw down with your plushies

In fact, he prides himself on taking care of them while you're out

Dusting them off, reorganizing them, stitching up any little holes he sees

Also someone who goes out of his way to memorize all their names.

Knows each one by heart because he always listens intently when you talk about them

Your big dinosaur?

That's Chungus.

The little raccoon?

Sylvester.

You want the plushies in bed?

Of course! Each one has their own special place. And he makes sure there's enough space for the both of you.

If he's got money to spare, he's definitely gonna get you something.

You don't even have to ask, he's already bringing you home a little duck plush that Zushi thought you'd like. What can he say? The kid adores you

This man doesn't get jealous whatsoever

In fact, you're the one who ends up getting pouty because he's taking fantastic care of your plushies.

“Honey, I want cuddles.” You whine.

And he's cleaning off one of your bears with a damp rag.

“In a minute, dearest. You got him dirty last night.”

But as soon as he's done, you've got his full attention

He just knows how much you love those things and wants you to be able to cherish them for as long as possible.

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HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY 💕💕💕💕

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rotten-pomegranate · 1 month

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Adult trio with a reader that has wings

Headcannon Request are open

I’m on a road trip so I’ll be writing 💪🏻

Warnings: it gets smuts in hisokas part, mentions of reader getting pinned down, mentions of Chrollo and illumi using reader to break the law

꩜ ꩜ ꩜ ꩜ ꩜ ꩜ ꩜ ꩜ ꩜ ꩜ ꩜ ꩜ ꩜ ꩜

Illumi

Illumi likes look at them and randomly runs his hands over them from time to time just to feel them

Definitely finds them useful for locating targets, literally just hands you a photo and tells you to fly over the city until you find them

Will definitely train you to keep them quiet so you can Sneek into places easier

His family is probably cool with you because your kids will have wings and special skills as well

Hisoka

Hisoka is a very sexual being and naturally he finds many ways to use your wings against you in the bedroom

He definitely likes tying them to your back or pushing you into the bed really roughly with them

He also probably randomly comes up and yanks feathers out to see that little jump you do

And if you have a mating call or dance he might go crazy every time he hears it because he knows you want him

He lives flouncing around with you on his arm in public watching as all the eyes go to you and your beautiful wings

Chrollo

If your a bird that takes shiney things like a crow then he’ll probably meat you because your getting chased down the street by the police for stealing and he saves you

Trust that he will get you every shiney necklace or bracelet you could have ever dreamed of

Like illumi he may also use your ability to fly to his advantage by getting you to spy or identify people

And seance crows remember faces he’ll use that to

He’ll love you wings regardless but if they are shiny and black he’ll be head over heals

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pillow-anime-talk · 9 months

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For your event fluff 19 for wing from HXH plz

# tags: scenario; current marriage relationship; romance; fluffy shit; pregnancy; zushi, gon and killua as sweethearts; sfw

includes: female reader ft. wing {hxh}

author’s note: thank you so much!

19. “I’m pregnant.”

Wing was a really great sensei, and his attitude towards little ones was really sweet and melted your thoughts every day. So the decision to have a child came quite naturally between the two of you, and you were really happy as soon as you found out that a new life was growing under your heart. Your husband was equally pleased and immensely proud. He thought about his smol bean and whether they would be a talented hunter in the future, or maybe an equally talented person who would like to work as a doctor, archaeologist or as a florist. Everything seemed so new and interesting to the young man.

Will he be a good father? Does ge take good care of you during pregnancy? Is he mature enough to own a little version of you two?

Many thoughts were running through Wing’s mind, and he almost jumped as soon as Killua snapped his fingers, asking his teacher if he was okay. The man only nodded, giving much more attention to his three pupils.

{ ･ﾟ✧ }

It was evening, the hour was late, and the three boys and Wing had just finished their hours of training and a serious conversation about the next floors of the arena. At about the same time, the four of them heard the sound of loud knocking. Killua sensed no bloodlust, and Gon could only hear calmly beating heart... or even two hearts. Wing, on the other hand, opened the door and almost immediately smiled slightly under his breath at the sight of you with a huge basket filled with food.

“Good evening everyone.” You said towards Zushi, Gon and Killua and Wing of course, then stepped a little closer while your husband closed the oak door. “I’m Y/N, your sensei’s wife. Zushi already knows me. Right, ‘Shi-chan?” You looked at the little boy and he immediately bowed. Second later you quickly asked him to lift his head and just come to hug you.

“... My name is Gon!” The boy in the green jacket and short pants looked in your direction, and then you spread your arms out more so that he would hug you too. He gladly took your silent offer, then felt that your tummy was much harder than that of a normal human.

“I am Killua.” At first, he was not willing to show any feelings, but seeing your joyful eyes and sincere emotions on your whole face, he timidly came closer, lightly snuggling into your warm body. “Are you okay, Y/N?” He asked, looking at your belly covered with the material of a light dress. You giggled.

“I’m pregnant.” You answered. “But let’s not talk about me, because I brought you some goodies and dessert. Ah, and call me ‘auntie’ or something like that.” You added louder, taking out of your bag several boxes of still-warm rice, fried meat, various kinds of vegetables, as well as a paper-wrapped chocolate and strawberry cake you managed to buy on your way to where your husband was staying with his three boys.

Wing may be a good father because of his relation with children, but you will be the best mommy in the world because of your care, love and interest in other living beings.

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illubean · 8 days

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Can I get a hisokas sister x killua? Like hisokas sister is affectionate but not in a creepy way she just want to show killua how much she likes him😔(mainly in gifts and unexpected hugs, cheek kisses) you can do what you want with this request.🫶🏼have a good day! I love your blogs btw!! :))) it’s nice to see some hxh blogs😭

Killua with HisokasSister!reader

Characters: Killua Zoldyck Type: Fluff, Headcanons, Fem!reader

ok I know my rules say I won't write romantically for Killua or Gon but this one is kinda in a grey area and the request was cute soooo up to interpretation even though it's intended to be mostly platonic >.< also im going to try and be nice as a certified Hisoka hater LMAO

Warnings: Hisoka.

being Hisoka's little sister was...interesting

he's literally insane a lil cray but he's all you got and you wouldn't trade him for the world

you met Killua at the hunter exam and became part of the little friend group he had going because you were one of the only other kids there

and over your time there you ended up getting attached to him

you followed him around all the time and latched yourself to his side whenever you could

and poor boy was conflicted

it was kind of annoying but also? nice at the same time???

so yeah despite him looking so annoyed at you all the time he doesn't actually try stopping you from showing him affection

he has no clue what to do with all the random stuff you give him especially since they're pretty useless sometimes...

and he's very confused on where you find this stuff and why you even thought of giving it to him

like where tf did you find a bird skull? and how did you manage to find so many pieces of sea glass??????

you're like a crow with attachment issues or something

it's not until after the exam and you follow him and Gon to heaven's arena that he finds out you're related to Hisoka

and hes like HAH!?!?

when you all made it to the 200th floor the boys were literally shaking in their boots when they got closer to Hisoka

and when you ran up to him and hugged him like it was nothing? ARE YOU CRAZY!?

after his talking and whatever and Wing coming to get you guys Hisoka's like sooo are you coming with me or what

and you're like nah I wanna stay with Killua

and hes like "Oh my, seem's like someone's infatuated with the Zoldyck boy. Don't worry, he's not the one I'm interested in"

and Killua is like WTFFFF

HOW IS SOMEONE SO WEIRD AND SCARY RELATED TO YOU

he's more weary around you now and a lot more hesitant to ever push you away

he already liked and admired you as a person but now there is an added fear factor

we all know Illumi doesn't like Killua having friends

but if it's you? ...well there's not much you can really do

he doesn't mind all that much because your brother is a valuable ally and you've probably got potential too

but yeah overall Killua just accepts your affection without any questions partially because he is afraid

#hxh 2011 #hxh x reader #hunter x hunter #hxh #hxh killua #killua #killua hunter x hunter #killua zoldyck #killua x reader #hxh fanfic #hunter x 2011

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clouds-by-me · 11 months

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‧͙⁺˚･༓☾　The Queen’s Castle　☽༓･˚⁺‧͙

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♕WELCOME GUEST

𝔓𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔱, 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔪𝔞𝔶 𝔴𝔬𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔞𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔞𝔰 𝔪𝔲𝔠𝔥 𝔞𝔰 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱…

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┊ ✦. :: - { Requests from the castle = Open ✅} -

┊ ❑. :: - { Her Majesty’s newest Rules; } -

┊ - A new season to come (part 2 of changing seasons) ┊ - Oceans Breeze ┊ - Changing Seasons

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♕ABOUT THE QUEEN

][ Genshin AR lvl ;; 50 ][

Her name is clouds

Whenever She doesn’t have art block, She also enjoy spending her time drawing, or enjoying a book

Her favorite color just happens to be purple, and she loves R&B.

She is a black writer who just wants to spend all of her time letting her imagination run wild, and share ideas with others<3

♕REQUEST/DOS

Requests from the castle = Open ✅

So when it comes to writing, there's A lot that I will do. But I do need a few things if you are going to request anything;

•A somewhat detailed explanation of what it is you want.

•What character, gene, and Au(if there is one)

I do things like; Yandere, comfort, hurt/comfort, hurt/ no comfort, angst, hcs, drabbles, x readers(mainly), stories, romantic relationships, platonic relationships, music(where the story/hc is based off a song) etc.

I also write for a wide variety of fandoms but they are mostly anime, if you have any questions feel free to ask.

some of the fandoms I write for are;

Genshen impact(mainly), Aot, hxh, jjk, Atsv, and many more!

♕REQUEST/DON'TS

I will not be writing smut, or shipping any characters with a minor in a romantic stance point. I can write angst but if the thing you are requesting happens to be too tiresome then I just won't do it

Don't be rude, if I take A while to get your request done, that probably bc I'm just doing other stuff. All I really ask for is time.

[As time goes on this list may or may not grow, it just depends on where this writing journey takes me]

#about the author #welcome to my blog #anons welcome #enjoy #x reader #Clouds writes #masterlist #navigation

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writeformesinpie · 3 years

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Kurapika is the worst character in Hunter x Hunter and I refuse to write for him. Don’t ask. I refuse. I hate that dude.

#if you know you know #kurapika #hunter x hunter #mostly kidding #watching hunter x Hunter if you can’t tell #anime #i need to write some fics for hxh #hisoka x reader #illumi x reader #chrollo x reader #uvogin x reader #wing x reader #anime smut

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feifood · 3 years

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Can you write some hcs with Shalnark,Wing and Chrollo with a s/o that become "depressed", I don't think that this is the perfect word for what I am feeling but I mean when their so isn't that happy but not sad at all. And their s/o can't see herself in future (not suicidical thoughts), no matter how much she tries to see herself in the future she just can't do it.And she is always nervous, bored and stressed but sometimes she is calm and seem fine.How would they react or what they would do if their s/o feels that way?(please do it with an neutral gender and not with a female gender bc I don't wanna discriminate someone) and thank you for taking your time to write it.

S/o who Constantly Feels Empty

Shalnark, Wing, Chrollo

Hi there !! Yesyes ofc I totally get what you mean -- I have periods like that too and they really suck :(( I hope you like these hcs and please feel free to drop by if there’s anything you want to get off your chest <33

Shalnark:

Shalnark is obviously a naturally very happy person and he’s very joyful all the time, so seeing how empty you’re feeling and just how bored of life you are it makes him break a little bit :((

Tries his best to cheer you up and thinks about things for you two to do and maybe entertain you a little

This results in Shal taking you on a lot of dates and just inviting you to everything that he does/goes to

He knows you don’t have depression but that doesn’t mean he’s not concerned about you

You’re just kind of numb to all feelings and he’s trying his best to hopefully snap you out of it (but he’s not going to force you to feel things and tire you out !!)

Might probably ask someone for advice behind your back, like going to a psychiatrist and just asking some general questions so he can understand your situation more without overstepping boundaries

Wing:

Wing has no clue what to do this poor baby

He HATES having to see you like this :( He often also tries to think of activities to do together with you but he hasn’t seen any improvement and he’s starting to feel bad because his attempts aren’t working

I think he’ll research a bit online about what you might be going through, just to better understand your feelings

I highly doubt he’ll confront you about it though, he doesn’t want you to want him to think that there’s something wrong with you

Treats you a little bit more carefully -- and I don’t mean he’s nicer to you or anything because he’s already so sweet, but he’s just more cautious of your thoughts now and often asks you how your day was, how you’re feeling, if there’s anything that’s bothering you, etc

Chrollo:

Chrollo would talk to you a lot about it

He knows it’s not something as severe as depression, but he still thinks there’s something that’s causing you to feel like this so he’ll try to figure it out with you (only if you want his help though)

Probably visits a professional like Shal to learn more about what your symptoms might mean

Then he comes back and he tells you a little bit about what he learned and you two just have a very educational information

Doesn’t really like distracting you because he feels that no matter how much fun you have that’s just temporary and you have to really face the bigger issue here rather than trying to tune it out

BUT THAT DOESN’T MEAN HE DOESNT TRY TO CHEER YOU UP OKAY

Buys you little gifts from time to time because he knows you’ll like them

He might also encourage you to find a hobby so you can discover a new passion that will hopefully make you feel a sense of belonging

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mynameseri · 4 years

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If this hasn’t been requested before: may I please request hisoka, kurapika, and wing with a s/o who’s super into skin care and wants the boys to join in like face masks and stuff???🥰

Hisoka:

You’ve always prioritized your skin care, so you just assumed everyone else did too. You were caught by surprise when you caught Hisoka washing his face with a regular soap bar. “Don’t you.. have like face wash?” you ask him, to which he laughs in response. It made no sense how someone could have no skin care routine, but flawless skin. You were a little jealous honestly.

The next time he comes over you bring out your face masks and invite him to do one with you. He agrees to do it with you because he knows how important it is to you to have nice skin. He likes the way the face masks feel and smell. You both relax together as the mask does its magic.

Once you’re done with the masks you wash them off and take turns applying moisturizer to each other’s faces. Hisoka can’t stop rubbing his skin and admiring how rejuvenated it looks. Before he leaves, you hand him a clay face mask bottle and a bottle of your favorite face wash. He’s grateful for your thoughtfulness. He becomes obsessed with doing facemasks after that.

Kurapika:

Kurapika is happy to comply with your request to do face masks together. He takes pretty good care of skin in general, making sure to at least wash it once a day. Face masks a little bit above his effort level for skin care but he thinks they’re nice.

You chose out an exfoliating coffee skin mask because you love the smell of coffee and the way it makes your skin feel afterwards. He immediately jokes about how good it smells, “I wish I could eat it.” He accidentally makes a mess trying to put it on, but you think it’s cute.

Afterwards he asks where you got it from because he really liked it. He plans on getting some for himself and using it on a regular basis. His favorite part was the feeling of washing it off and the texture of it scrubbing against his skin.

Wing:

Wing happily agrees to almost anything you want to do with him, even if it’s just a face mask. He sees the effort you go through to maintain your skin and he admires it. Personally, he washes his face like every other day if he remembers. He’s just naturally blessed with nice skin.

He wants to make it fun so you both take turns putting the mask on each other’s face. You choose a clay mask for today. He tries to apply it perfectly and evenly across all of your skin, he takes his sweet time with it. You get a little messy with your application of the mask to his face. You didn’t think it would be as challenging as it was.

After you both wash it off and he smiles. “You missed a spot” he says flicking you softly on the forehead. You giggle, playfully swatting his arm. You apply some moisturizer to your face and his. He probably won’t do a face mask again unless you ask him to, but he definitely had fun.

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ashestospace-fics · 4 years

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Day 17- HxH Kinktober

Wing- Dry humping

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Self-control, he always had self-control. Wing was good at keeping his needs and wants to check most of the time. So why is this time so different? Was it because it's been 2 weeks already? You both were busy with work and it was understandable. But it never helps the fact that you would unintentionally tease him here and there. Walking around the house with only a towel while getting ready, working out in the living room, squeezing him extra tight for a hug. Little things like this were driving him mad.

He couldn't bring it up to you casually as he wanted, but he couldn't handle it any longer. He was holding into his pillow tightly as he stares at the door. You were gonna be home at any moment now, blood was pumping through his veins the longer he stared at the door. The uncomfortable tightness of his pants only made it worse as he refuses to touch himself. The sound of the door clicking had him swallowing dry as he calls out for you from your share room.

His flustered expression made you quirk a brow as you entered the room. "You okay Honey?" You smile at him sweetly, he nodded eagerly as mumble a yes. Walking over to him to place a small kiss, he brought a hand on the back of your neck. Keeping your lips in place as he tugs your other arm. You slowly rolled over to sit on the bed. Curious about where this was going as he threw the pillow to the side. Both your hands landed on his side as he sat down on your lap.

Your eyes finally wander down to the tent between his thighs as he presses it against you. "Oh? Are you needy dear?" You chuckled at the whine that left his lips as he grinds against you. His warm breath dancing against your neck, as he rolled his hips against yours desperate. A smile rose to your lips as you lay back down on the bed. Letting his body follow as he wraps his arms around your neck.

"want to get undress?" You rubbed circles on his sides. He shooked his head as small moans escape his throat. "N-no I can't stop now... I can't" the sound of his voice breaking send shivers down your spine as he grinded against you. Rubbing his length against yours send sweet but agonizing friction. The wet damp on his pants made him feel embarrassed, the sound of his groans and moans uncontrollably as he kept the desperate pace for his release.

"You're so needy you can't even control yourself? You want to cum so bad Baby?" He let out a whine as you rolled your hips against him in return. Body shaking as he nodded at your words. "Please...please...." You bite down the moan from your throat. Eyes focusing on your boyfriend losing himself on top of you. "Go ahead and Cum baby, cum by dry humping against me~" he burry his face against your chest, hips jerking up one last time as he creamed all over his boxers. You follow along with a low groan as he stood still on top of you.

Hand's rubbing up against his back as you kiss the top of his head. The soft panting that came from Wing had you smiling ear to ear. "You made quite a mess, you usually have more self-control Wing" he let out a groan against you. "You're fault.."

#hxh #hunter x hunter #hunter x hunter headcanon #hunter x hunter x reader #hxh x reader #hxh headcanons #hunter x hunter smut #smut #kinktober list #kinktober #hxh kinktober list #hxh kinktober #wing hunter x hunter #wing hxh #wing x reader #hxh wing

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blondanimetwinksupremacy · 3 years

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Matching pfp goals

MMMMMM😋SOME BALD SAIKI AND KAIDOU FOR YALL

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rotten-pomegranate · 27 days

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Yandere Trouble trio with hybrid reader

Warnings: smut, kidnapping, yandere, rape

Shalnark

Shalnark what’s a bat because he thinks your the cutest little thing in the world with your big brown eyes and little fangs that you try so cutely to bite him with

When he’s having sex with he lives watching your wings twitch and flop around trying to get him off you to no avail

He loves sneaking up and yanking on your ears randomly to see you jump when you feel the random pain

He gets you one of those pull up bars for the closet if you sleep upside down, half the time you don’t get to use it though because he wants you to sleep with him

If you drink blood he’ll have no problem stealing blood bags from the hospital for you

Feitan

Feitan wants a cat because they are quiet and for the most part obedient

Even when you have little outburst of throwing a vase or some plates on the floor he likes it because he gets to have his fun putting you back in your place

If you scratch stuff in his house your gonna get pinned down and declawed he only gives you one warning

Don’t worry he does understand you need to scratch so he’ll get you a post for it

He makes you sleep on the floor with no blankets or pillows when your bad other times he lets you sleep in the bed with him

Phinks

Phinks wants a cat because your cute and small and for the most part you listen to what he says

Your the cutest thing he’s ever seen in his life, with you little tail and your big round eyes

And your small he love that your small it makes it so easy for him to move around

If he ignores you for a little bit and you start curling up in his lap begging for attention he’ll lose his mind

He gets some mad cuteness aggression when your going about your basic human activity, your changing a light bulb and your standing on the counter because your to short? He’s dying of cuteness

He has you sleep with him every night because of how you curl up under his arm nice and toasty from his body heat

He won’t do anything sexual if you don’t start it, but if you do he’ll be so happy, he just lives watching you ride him with all your little tummy rolls and your cute little tail hitting his legs when you go back down

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kiame-sama · 4 years

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Got bored and started random line art of the monster trio with bunny fem reader and hyper focus ran out so it is only partially done. I have no self control apparently. Feel free to color/finish it and tag me.

#yandere #yandere illumi #yandere hisoka #yandere chrollo #yandere adult trio x reader #x reader #x female reader #monster adult trio #yandere hunter x hunter #yandere hxh #yandere hisoka x reader #yandere chrollo x reader #yandere illumi x reader #handdrawn #bad at drawing wings #bleh idk

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evilzoldyck · 4 years

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Strawberry Mushroom

“Is something wrong?” You finally asked as you watched your exasperated boyfriend stab another handful of berries into his fork, his brows furrowed together upon his usually gentle and fair face as his lips turned slightly into a frown.

Going out for a quick breakfast in a nearby café had been your idea, you thought it to be suitable to start such a beautiful day as his usual work being a covert examiner for the hunter association left little to no time for you both to spend together.

The sun was shining blindingly from the east, there was also a cool breeze in the air as the occasional wind rustled the trees soothingly. The cafe was surrounded by inviting smell of coffees, various types of pastries, breakfast food and yet, Wing’s aggravated mood was enough to dampen the spirits of a lovely Sunday morning.

“Nothing,” he replied bluntly. For someone with such a stern and intuitive nature, Wing really does wear his heart on his sleeves. It was clear that he was upset and yet you haven’t had the slightest clue for the reason of his discontent. Halting his slightly violent ministrations on the poor strawberries by placing your hand on top of his, you forced him to finally stop and acknowledge you properly.

“Please tell me,” you softly pleaded as you looked into his eyes sincerely.

Wing sighed and averted your look by dropping his gaze before muttering out, “you seemed to be quite interested in that tattooed up barista.”

That was it? You couldn’t even remember your interaction with said man, not to mention his name or his face. Whatever happened previously, it seemed enough to upset your boyfriend.

“What do you mean? Nothing happened back then,” you attempted to assuage him while also genuinely not knowing what he was so irritated about. You didn’t see it but the way Wing clenched his fists underneath his pockets whenever that barista that burnt his coffee flashed you a charming smile and a joyous jest made him want to jump over the counter and strike him down.

Wing knew you might not notice his lecherous, wandering eyes that lingered on you for far too long for it to be a common friendly service but as your man, he couldn’t help but wished that you were more self-aware. In his perspective, all men are the same, sly and perverted waiting for someone naïve enough to toy around with before discarding them carelessly.

“Sure and you didn’t just flirt with him in front of me.” His retort took you aback. You stared at him in shock as he resentfully ate a small piece of his breakfast, unable to form a comprehensible string of sentence.

“What are you talking about? Of course I didn’t- I would never!” You felt your heart drop at his awful accusation. He hummed dismissively before pushing his chair back to promptly stand up and grab his jacket. You continued to watch him in disbelief, feeling your eyes starting to sting once you knew he wasn’t going to stop.

“I’m going off to work,” before you could argue back that it was Sunday, he brusquely added that he had leftover work to finish to justify his absence; and just like that you were left by yourself, leaving a bitter sting on the brief breakfast date.

Holding back your tears, you didn’t want to start a scene in front of all these people as the door closed behind him with a soft jingle. You could sense where the future for the both of you will end up, you could feel the strain in your relationship as you progressed the days further with him and to be completely honest, you were scared.

You don’t know why but Wing’s inferiority complex grew each day when you were with him in which left him completely different from the man you once met and fell in love with. He was constantly paranoid of your faithfulness for him. Your loyalty, trust and respect all dissipated with the presence of another man in the room. He’d always imply how you would soon leave him for a better, a more attractive and rugged man if you had the chance, continuously putting himself down as if you were too good to be with someone like him.

It seemed like there was no words you could say were enough to convince him otherwise. His jealously was constantly festering and infecting him, detrimenting your once pure and beautiful connection.

All your friends have heard your troublesome tales with the martial arts teacher and each time, they pressingly urged you to leave him, growing weary and outraged by how the seemingly innocuous man was treating you. However, no matter what they say you couldn’t bring yourself to end it. How were you supposed to forget all the times you spent together? You held onto those memories on days like these, where his words didn’t prick at your heart and he was still here with his arms firmly held around you in a loving squeeze.

You never felt anything for anyone as much as you did for him. So you guessed that the old adage is true when they say love is blind, because you clearly were when you were with him. Overlooking his past transgressions and never delving deep into the root of the problem, only choosing to look on the surface and forget about it the very next day.

Clearly you had fallen for Wing so much that you couldn’t see anyone besides him. When he said you should let him take care of you since if the both of you was working it would be nearly impossible for you both to see each other. You weren’t much for departing with the work you clearly enjoyed but before him you did because you loved seeing him smile, seeing him happy because of you, the way he woke you up each morning, the way he shook your father’s hand and meeting your mother.

You don’t want to ever lose that.

When you returned back to your shared apartment and left behind your untouched breakfast, you chose to spend the day by trying to forget that the whole ordeal ever happened, filling your time by talking to your friends, running small errands and reading the daily news. You knew how much his job occupied his time and so you waited until the moon was at its highest for him to return.

Truth be told he hadn’t expected you to be awake when he retired back to the bedroom, instead he was pleasantly surprised when you languidly laid by the couch wearing nothing but the short silky robe that he liked with the strip hung loosely around your waist, showing much of your smooth skin that he loved to caress so much.

You stood up at his arrival letting the delicate garment fall of your shoulder in the process, nevertheless you didn’t care enough to fix it back in place once you saw Wing holding a large bundle of white roses for you. Walking closer towards him with a delighted turn of your lips, you waited for him to snap out of his daze and finally say something.

Red dusted his cheeks as he quickly stammered clumsily to get some words out. No matter how many times he had seen it, you never failed to take his breath away. The way your hair fell so prettily among your face which framed it perfectly, your alluring and graceful features that made his knees buckle at the very sight, and your smile that was so sweet he could admire it for a lifetime.

“F-For you,” he stuttered as you gratefully took it with a wide beam and a brief chuckle.

He couldn’t help but melt at the sound of your enchanting laugh that sounded like twinkling bells. It was at times like this is why he was the way he is, why he couldn’t bare it when other men looked at you knowing that they saw what he did. Wing wouldn’t admit it aloud in front of you, but he would rather die than to let others have you, just thinking of such a thought riled him up to no end that he had no other choice than to exert out his frustration on some test dummies back at the training grounds.

“I’m sorry,” he suddenly blurted out, filling the thick silence. “For leaving you, for getting angry, I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that I-“ his words were cut off when you pressed your lips desperately to his.

Wing’s hands automatically grabbed at your sides, pulling you close to him so he could feel more of you during this passionate moment. He assisted you in putting the extravagant bouquet aside on the bed as the piece that meant to signify his hopeless feelings served more as a barrier between you two.

Wrapping your arms around his neck and tangling it through his endearingly dishevelled yet soft locks, you deepened the kiss entangling your tongues in a further exchange. One of Wing’s hand raised up to graze his knuckles along your plush cheek before grabbing the back of your head lovingly to support it.

He let out a small breath of bliss as you parted from him. There was much he wanted to say, how much guilt he felt when stormed out earlier this morning, for not keeping his emotions in check sometimes and how much he didn’t deserve the love you’re giving him right now.

Wing suddenly snapped out of his thoughts when you pushed him decisively to the couch where he dutifully took a seat as you lowered yourself down to the floor, never taking your effervescent eyes off of his. He couldn’t deny that the lustful yet somehow demure look from you stirred a pool of desire within him, craving more of your touches on him as he took in the lascivious view avariciously.

Getting on your knees, he gingerly spread his legs for easier access. He inhaled sharply when you began to rub the bulge in his pants experimentally, slowly unbuttoning and unzipping his trousers to release his length from the confines of his painfully constricting piece of clothe. Your eyes strayed from his to his crotch instead where you saw a tent forming underneath his briefs.

Wing didn’t know he could get anymore shameless as he watched you, with half lidded eyes, pulling down on the thin fabric to reveal his already hard cock. His length stood up to attention with the tip matching the pink hue on his face. It took all the will he had within him to remain calm and keep himself from losing composure by the intensity of your admiration towards his dick.

It was a size that satiated you, his girth was one that was appropriately proportional to him but you were more than happy to learn that his length was a bit bigger than average, letting Wing hit heavenly spots inside you that you alone could never imagine to reach with your dainty fingers. Taking in his cock in between your hands, you jerked him off in a slow and careful motion, watching him get even hotter as he struggled to keep his breath steady.

“A-Ahh..” he gasped and clenched onto the edges of the couch furiously as you stroked him lazily, paying extra attention on the underside of his dick where his vein pulsed out slightly.

Pretending to not notice his stifled whimpers and shudders, you’d hope that this would encourage him to let out his voice more. A bead of cum suddenly came from the tip of his reddened head as you squeezed onto his cock attentively. Wing saw exactly what you you did to him as his gut further constricted into a tight rope when you wiped the pearl of cum with your thumb and placed chaste kisses around the tip instead.

Gulping down the air greedily, he grit his teeth down harshly as he shifts his face when you gave him tiny licks around the tip of his dick, playing around with the edges of his head and his slit. Finally you took his whole head into your mouth where your soft and wet tongue freely enveloped him for a sweet moment before that pleasure intensified by you rubbing your silky soft mouth further into him. The kind of pleasure that had his toes curling and his eyes rolling back.

He couldn’t contain his moans anymore when you began to zealously suck at it, gripping at his base and occasionally rubbing on his balls. You hummed down pleasantly on his cock as you went further down on him, he could feel the repercussions of your vibrations travelling through him, pulling him closer to the edge.

This was a problem that Wing faced. If you continued to suck his dick while looking up at him with that pretty face of yours he’s afraid he could combust at any given moment.

In the midst of you going back to the tip of his head and teasing the slit to lap more of his precum before going back down to the base, Wing suddenly held onto your head to pull it back gently as if he would hurt you in the process.

“L-Let go, please l-let go sweetheart.” He hissed when you did so with a slightly audible pop as his cock recoiled up immediately after, slapping into his stomach with a wet sound from your saliva.

Guiding you back up on the seat with him, you straddled him with your legs on either side as he pulled your hips hesitantly closer towards his. You let out a breath of laugh when you found that Wing’s glasses has been crooked all this time. While you found it endearing and so heart wrenchingly cute, you pulled it to the side safely on a nearby table as he smiled sheepishly.

His slim fingers trailed slowly closer to your cunt, pleased to find it coated and dripping in your own slick. Shyly rubbing on your entrance you let out a dreamy sigh and held onto his said hand with the other on his tensed shoulder. Lifting your hips up higher his hands moved securely up to your sides. Looking up at you in a dazed state he could’ve easily mistook you for an angel by the way the moonlight was hitting your skin, making you glow ethereally.

As your lips hovered the tip of his cock, Wing tugged on your loosening robe letting the fabric pool down to the floor swiftly, revealing your bare self for his eyes only.

“Wing..” you sang before him as you sank slowly down on his dick, wrapping your arms around his neck and arching your back heavenly when you bottomed out. Gyrating on his length sensually, you felt him hitting your most sensitive parts with ease making you grip onto him as he hoarsely whispered out your name.

Pinching one of your peaked buds into his slightly calloused pointer finger and thumb, he rolled it fondly while he looked up earnestly at your response, going just a little rougher when you urged him on through your weak whines.

Mewling when he tugged and pinched onto your tits, you pushed out your chest out towards him more as he eagerly fondled your mounds, tracing his lips up from your sternum up to your neck kissing and nibbling the sensitive skin affectionately. Raising your hips up only to sink back down made your tight walls drag along his cock in all kinds directions sent butterflies flying in your stomach.

“You’re so pretty...” he breathed out absentmindedly as his thoughts were too preoccupied with how your plush walls hugged him in hot and sticky embrace. His hips moved up to meet yours, holding onto your ass this time, squeezing and groping them as he bounced you up and down.

“Wing,” you called out softly and in an instant he’s listening thoughtfully like an obedient little puppy. “Kiss me.” Immediately he leaned in to fulfil your wish, lips melding in with each other while encouraging you to open your mouth by flicking out his tongue occasionally in between to meet yours.

Though you felt like you were on floating with the stars, it still tugged on your heart strings that no amount of sex could ever placate his jealousy. Wing may say that regretted what he said, feel remorse or become apologetic but nothing in his words implied that what he said wasn’t true. At this point you were stuck in a cycle of his envy, forever trapped in trying to balance the fine line between his ever raging emotions into one that is complacent and calm.

However there’s no telling he would ever change soon. Sometimes you feel as if you might break down by trying to pick yourself apart and build yourself up to satisfy his ever so capricious moods. You don’t know how to be good enough for him, to be something he could trust, to convince him that he had you completely besotted.

Many might commend you for your love and patience for this man, his rancorous jealousy was one that wasn’t easy to handle. As words didn’t seem to work on him and so you naturally came to the conclusion to give him something in an attempt to show your feelings for him in the purest form.

It was something beyond sex, a conduit to express how much you cared for him and where he stood in your heart. Looking into his eyes, you attempt to show him how much you appreciated him, how much you were dedicated and loyal only to him, valuing every thing he taught you and expressing your gratitude for every time he made you feel loved and special.

Wing murmured out your name as his hips rocked furiously into you, feeling himself get closer to his edge. “A-Are you close?” He timidly asked as if wasn’t continuously

bouncing you on his cock. You nodded and cried out loud when he desperately rubbed onto your clit instantaneously making you see sparks fly. Holding onto Wing, you buried your face into his neck and muffled out your moans hoping that your cries didn’t traverse too much from your bedroom and into the quiet night.

Your orgasm was still coursing through you in jolts of electricity as he pumped his cock vigorously inside. Your plush, silky walls pulsed down on him tightly from your recent release had Wing closing his eyes and clenching on his teeth from the intensity. With a broken groan he buried himself forcefully all the way inside, letting his cum erupt from the tip and coat your cunt in white. The speed was unceremoniously welcomed, bursting out faster than you anticipated feeling the thick liquid filling up your insides.

Wing was heaving by the time he finished riding out his orgasm. Sweat perspired from the both of you as you could feel a bead rolling down your back and one along his face. He pulled out carefully and laid you against his chest, holding onto your hand to briefly kiss it on the back before rubbing it soothingly, basking in the serene afterglow that always came after.

“I hate it when we fight,” you murmured weakly while looking up at him languorously. Wing returned your pained eyes, bearing a guilty look.

“Me too,” he replied softly, holding your body even tighter and kissing at your shoulder sweetly.

The night always ended with him embracing you securely in his arms, the time where you felt the most safe and loved. Though there was a whisper at the back of your mind that reminded you this wasn’t the end, that you would have to endure far more of these days with him but nevertheless, you were going to continue to fight for him.

You’ve always pondered how long this would go on for but you have yet to contemplate on an even bigger conundrum. It wasn’t the matter of the time you should be worried about but when he would finally snap is the question.

#god i wanna peg him #wing x reader #yandere wing #yandere wing x reader #smut #yandere x reader #reader insert #reader #toxic relationship #hxh #yandere hunter x hunter #yandere hxh #Hunter X Hunter #Hunter x Hunter 2011 #yandere

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trash-writings · 4 years

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Cuddling HCs with Mr. Wing? Thank you in advance !

These are short bc I just don’t like fluff lol.

Cuddling with Wing is honestly the most common thing in your relationship with him. He gets home late, usually too tired to eat or shower or fuck. He just wants to lay in bed with you.

Always falls asleep; especially when you rub his scalp or play with his hair.

He snores, loudly.

Prefers to lay basically on top of you, with your arms around him and his face nuzzled in the crook of your neck.

He’s a human heater.

#wing x reader #hunter x hunter #hunterxhunter #hunter x hunter requests #hunter x hunter headcanon #wing hxh #hxh #wing

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yandere-daydreams · 2 years

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Title: Ingress

Pairing: Yandere!Illumi x F. Reader (HXH).

Commissioned by the very lovely, very generous @furudolove.

Word Count: 3.6k.

TW: NonCon, Overstimulation, Imprisonment, Dehumanization, Slight Infantilization, and Intimidation.

[Part Two]

As it turned out, Illumi was a shockingly difficult man to stab.

It should’ve been enough that he didn’t notice the missing knife, or the slot you’d carved into your mattress, once you deemed the bedside table too obvious and the wardrobe too difficult to get to, in the middle of the night, when you thought you heard someone breathing in the corner of your room. It should’ve been enough that he was getting busier, leaving you alone more often, giving you more time to pry at the windows and test the doors. It should’ve been enough, but the doors were always locked, and the windows were sealed shut, and having a weapon didn’t do you any good if you didn’t have an opportunity to use it, if Illumi was never around to use it on.

If you couldn’t find the right time to lure him into your room, turn off the lights, and drive something sharp into whatever you could reach.

It didn’t help that he wasn’t around very often, for as much as he went on about giving you time to get to know him. There was… something he had to do, something that kept him away from the wing of the estate he was keeping you in for most of the day, if not the entirety of it. When he came back, if he came back, it was for something specific, to deliver your meals or make sure you were keeping yourself entertained or help you get dressed, like he was doing now, a habit he’d latched onto after he decided it just wasn't as enjoyable to watch you do it yourself. You could feel his eyes boring into you, watching as you tensed up every time his fingertips brushed against your skin, every time his hands lingered longer than absolutely necessary.

It was just a shirt – one of his, you guessed, by the way it hung off your shoulders, how it fell to your mid-thigh before tapering off – but he took his time sliding it over your head, then smoothing over the light fabric, correcting mistakes you doubted you’d be able to find, on your own. When he was satisfied, he drew back, kissing your forehead. Rewarding you for your good behavior.

Part of you enjoyed it, savored the attention after being left alone for so long. Part of you was tempted to call him a liar, to ask why he bothered kidnapping you at all if he was just going to ignore you, to try and make conversation, like he wasn’t your captor, like he wasn’t keeping you here against your will. It wasn’t surprising. Illumi was the only person you’d so much as seen in days, let alone spoken to. You wanted to spend time with someone. You wanted to hear someone else’s voice.

Rather than dwell on that temptation any further, you took it as a sign that you had to get out of here. Quickly.

It was a small mercy that he didn’t insist on tucking you in, too, but that might’ve been preferable to how he hovered over you as you awkwardly slid under your sheets, to how content he seemed just to stand back and observe. There was another kiss, this one to your cheek, then the corner of your jaw, neither as fleeting as you would’ve liked them to be. Clearly, he was taking his time, tonight. “I’ll wake you up, tomorrow morning,” He said, his tone flat, affection all-but completely absent from his voice. “I have something planned. Something you’ll like.”

He straightened his back, moving to leave, but you caught his wrist before you could think better of it. “I… I’ve actually been having a lot of trouble sleeping,” You mumbled, staring at the floor. “I just thought— I’m alone for most of the day, and I was thinking— I know I’m probably going to have to share a bed with you eventually, so…”

“Oh.” You sighed, letting yourself relax. “If you need another sedative, I can—”

“I was hoping you could stay,” You managed, cutting him off. “Just until I fall asleep. If you want to, I mean.”

He didn’t respond, not at first. Then, you heard him laugh, and he pulled himself out of your grip entirely, resting his hand on the top of your head, instead. “Of course. All you had to do was ask.”

As surprised as he acted, he didn’t hesitate to circle to the other side of your bed, taking several long minutes to remove the auxiliary parts of his outfit, pry off his shoes, and rather liberally, take off his shirt, depositing it on the floor before climbing onto your mattress and lying down on his back, his posture as stiff as you expected it to be. You were almost tempted to reach out, to initiate some form of intimacy that might make him seem a little less tense, but again, you swallowed the urge, turning away switching off the small lamp on your bedside table, the only source of light in your bedroom, leaving you and Illumi in total darkness.

You tried to relax, settling onto your side near the edge of the mattress. You let your arm fall off the side of the bed, your fingertips brushing against the top of the wooden bedframe, keeping yourself to little movements, unremarkable nothings. Trying to play off your shifting to as a nervous fidgeting, an attempt to find a comfortable position. “I honestly didn’t think you’d agree,” You admitted, trying to fill the silence, to cover the sound of your hand creeping under the fitted sheet. “You’ve seemed… busy, lately. I didn't think you'd be willing to waste your time on something like this.”

There was a hum, low and slight. You spared a glance over your shoulder. His eyes were still open, but they were glazed over, unfocused. For a few, horrifying seconds, you couldn’t remember the last time you'd seen him blink. “I have another mark. It shouldn’t take more than an hour, but our client wants it to be untraceable. It makes things…” You found the slot. “It makes things time-consuming. More so than they have to be.”

You felt the handle, cold and metallic, and fished it out of its hiding place, grasping it tightly. “You’re leaving?”

You felt him roll onto his side, facing your back. “Only for a few days, if at all.” His fingertips brushed against the small of your back, drawing shallow circles into the base of your spine. “Would you miss me, if I did?”

You went for his neck, since his chest wasn’t an option, anymore. It was one long, fluid movement – turn over, wrench the knife up, then plunge it down. You didn’t have to kill him, necessarily, just immobilize him. Make it so he’d be too busy bleeding out to care if you cut off a finger, to follow you when you finally got out of his estate and finally got away from him—

He caught your wrist halfway through the downswing, squeezing your wrist until you heard a short, sharp crack. You dropped the knife instinctively, attempting to shrink into yourself, but Illumi held you tight, watching your only weapon fall uselessly to the mattress.

“Of course.” He let you go, and you pulled your arm against your chest, scrambling backwards. Your wrist throbbed, pain shooting down the length of your forearm. In the dim light, he almost looked hurt, but it was just the ghost of an expression, a hint at nothing that was gone by the time he sat up. “Come here.”

You were already standing, already backing away from the bed. Your legs felt unsteady, your throat dry, scratchy, as if you’d tried to choke down cotton. You didn’t respond, and Illumi sighed, shaking his head. Performative displeasure. An attempt at portraying disappointment that couldn’t quite be anything but an attempt. “I didn’t break anything. Come here.”

Your back hit the far wall. Illumi stood up.

He didn’t run towards you, or tackle you to the floor. It was almost gentle, the way he touched you, how lightly his thumb grazed over your cheek before he took up your jaw, tilting your head back without the slightest trace of force. “Do you feel neglected? Is that why you’re acting out?”

“I’m sorry,” You mumbled, your voice shaking. “I just wanted to—”

“You just wanted to get away from me.”

You tried to focus on his chest. “I don’t want to be here.”

His hand dropped to your collar, then your thigh, hiking the hem of your shirt up to your midriff. You tried to push him away, but if he cared, he didn’t bother doing anything more than leaning down, letting his teeth ghost over the side of your neck. Where you’d try to plunge your knife, minutes ago. “Don’t resist. I’m not trying to hurt you.”

A finger slipped under the waistband of your panties, edging the fabric downward. “What are you—”

“Don’t resist.” He was growling, now, snarling against your skin. “I told you I wanted a partner, not a pet. But, if you’re so determined to force me to treat you like some untrained, drooling animal, I’m more than happy to accommodate.”

You still tried to protest, to shove him away, but anything intelligent you might’ve said was quickly replaced by a sudden, airy gasp as he tore through your panties, letting the ruined scraps fall to the floor as he ran two fingers down the length of your slit, clicking his tongue when he found you dry. You tried to grab at his hand, but all he had to do was draw back, stare down at you with those blank, pitiless black eyes, and you were glaring at the floor, dropping your arms to your sides and curling your hands into tight, tense fists. He nodded, once, then lowered his head back to your neck, latching onto the sensitive area just above your jugular and biting down.

It wasn’t a love-bite. It wasn’t a hickey, or a kiss, or anything that gentle, anything you could try to convince yourself he might’ve thought was romantic. It was too harsh for that, too violent, with too little hesitation and too many sounds, his tongue laving over your skin, licking at the shallow wound, only letting a few drops of blood reach your chest. You shut your eyes, fighting the urge to shudder, but it was a short-lived act of disobedience. He was already cupping your cunt, grinding the heel of his palm into your clit, pushing two fingers through your tight entrance, leaving you to gasp and squirm and hide your face in your hands – a reaction that didn’t escape Illumi’s notice. “Don’t be childish,” He muttered, his voice deep, even, nearly too low to hear. “You’ve earned this. You might as well take it with an ounce of dignity.”

And yet, he didn’t stop you from shrinking into yourself as he spread his fingers apart, scissoring you open, stretching your cunt with such practical, utilitarian movements, it only made you feel more ashamed of the heat pooling in your stomach, the slight whimper you let out as he began to pump his fingers into you, starting out just slowly enough to let you adjust, to let you feel the slick start to build-up, making his touch feel less invasive and more… uncomfortable, unwanted. Not enjoyable, but not quite anything else, either, not blatantly cruel enough to make it an act of sadistic glee. You tried to clamp your thighs shut, to do what you could to block him out, but all it took was a knee to stop you, to keep you in place. To keep you vulnerable and on-display, just for him.

You almost wished he’d hit you. While you were waiting, planning, you hadn’t let yourself think about what would happen if he caught you, but when you couldn’t stop the intrusive thoughts, when you were alone and afraid and still trying to forget the feeling of his hands on your skin, you assumed that he'd have a delayed reaction, that you’d be locked in an empty room for a few days, or tortured with sterile equipment by a stranger in white clothes, or killed, if he decided the disposal was less trouble than keeping you around. Either way, it would be violent, and painful, and impersonal, you wouldn’t have to feel his small smile against your neck as you unwillingly bucked against his palm, or let him kiss the edge of your jaw so gingerly, like he was suddenly afraid of hurting you. It felt like something was crawling up your throat. It felt like you were breathing acid, like it was slowly corroding your lungs, your veins. It felt like—

It was almost painful, when he curled his fingers upward and everything seemed to burn. He eased you through your climax, as much as you wished he wouldn’t, as much as you wished he’d just pull away entirely and let you collapse in on yourself. But, he wasn’t that nice, and when he finally pulled out, seconds later, it wasn’t an act of mercy. He didn’t hesitate, just bringing his fingers to your mouth and staring down at you, expectantly. “Clean me up.”

You frowned. You would’ve slapped him, if you weren't so sure he'd break your arm for it. “I’m not—”

He shoved two fingers past your parted lips, cutting you off. He held you like that, for a second, watching as you gagged and sputtered, before letting you go, casually wiping his hand on your shirt. He grabbed the fabric, afterwards, tugging on it lightly. “Take this off.”

You crossed your arms over your chest, a protective gesture rather than a defiant one. “Do I have to?”

“Come on, now.” He cupped your chin, running his thumb over your cheek idly. “Don’t make this more difficult than it has to be.”

You hesitated, but not for very long. Reluctantly, you pulled your shirt over your head, clutching it to your chest then dropping it completely when he showed no signs of approval. His shirt. It was his shirt. It was easier if you thought of it as his shirt, and pretended you were glad to be rid of it.

“See? That wasn’t so hard.” A slight melody, a softened monotone. Like he was talking to something lesser, something inferior to himself. “I know you can be good for me, if you just listen."

You didn’t respond to that. Illumi didn’t pretend to care.

He took you by the wrist, leading you forward. In few minutes, you were lying on the back, near the edge of the mattress, Illumi between your legs, sucking bruises into the inside of your thighs. You grit your teeth when you felt his tongue on your cunt, tracing the shape of your slit, but your composure cracked when you heard his voice, mumbling meaningless nothings, what was left of it breaking away completely at the first pangs of overstimulation. “Please don’t, I—” Your voice gave out as his tongue dipped into your pussy, teasing you, experimenting, before his attention drifted, his mouth soon occupied with your clit – lapping and sucking and doing whatever made you spasm around nothing, whatever made you grind against his mouth, out of pleasure or revulsion, he didn't seem to care. “Illumi, please, I’ll do anything else, it hurts—”

“Stop talking.” The words were muffled, grunted against the skin of your thigh. “Good pets don’t complain.”

You opened your mouth, but closed it again just as quickly, biting down on the side of your tongue.

There wasn’t a point arguing with him. You’d only make it worse, if you did anything at all.

You did your best to pretend it wasn’t happening. You kept your fists at your sides, your eyes clenched shut, but you were more sensitive, now, you couldn’t ignore him, this time, and you couldn’t stop yourself from shooting up, either, from grabbing at his hair as his hands moved to your hips and his tongue fucked into you, alternating between battering your clit and drawing awful, aimless patterns into your cunt. You tried to push him away, but Illumi only let out a soft groan, dragging you closer, making everything that much worse. You cried out as you came, something that might’ve been a moan overlapping with a cracked, broken sob, and thankfully, graciously, mercifully, he chose not to take his time, drawing back and pushing his lips against yours, kissing you softly. Unbearably, agonizingly, softly.

You shouldn’t have given up so quickly.

You shouldn’t have stopped until you’d stabbed him. At least once. At least until he stopped moving.

He didn’t ask you to move. He didn’t have to. He could reposition you on his own, take you by the waist and force you onto your knees, to hold you there, when you writhed and squirmed, weakly clawing at his arms. You heard fabric rustling, material against material, and you felt something press against your entrance, something hot.

You barely had time to inhale before he forced his cock into you, only stopping when he bottomed out, when you could feel him in your stomach. It hurt. You buried your face in the sheets, trying to stifle your own meek, pathetic whimpers. It hurt.

He didn’t give you time to adjust, taking up a pace that was just a little too fast, a little too intense. It might’ve been an oversight, on his part, a failure to recognize your discomfort, to even think to look, but your hopeful delusions were dealt with swiftly, crushed as soon as you felt his chest against your back, his grin pressing into the dip of your shoulder, wide and manic. Like he wanted you to feel it. Like he wanted you to know it was there.

You almost wished he would bite you again, just to distract you, just to take your mind off Illumi, off the way he was fucking you, brutally, viciously, like his only goal in life was to feel you clench around his cock, to feel your back arch against him and listen to your sob and moan and whine whenever he found something new to focus on, something new to work. His presence was invasive, his closeness alone making it difficult to think, difficult to do anything but hold yourself rigid and try to choke another breath’s worth of air into your lungs. He pulled away from you, ever so slightly, and his hair slipped over his shoulder, forming an inky black curtain to separate you from the rest of the room, the rest of the world. You were almost grateful for it, the slight reprieve, the excuse to sink into the mattress and let yourself melt, ever so slightly, just enough to feel everything a little less. Your body was so tired, adrenaline turned to solid lead in your veins, and your mind was beginning to drift, your thoughts forming with a soft haze around them, your—

You felt his cock twitch inside of you, his pelvis press against your ass, and you snapped to attention, the blissful fog dissipating in an instant and pure, undiluted panic flooding in to take its place. You shook your head violently, attempting to straighten your back and push him off of you, but Illumi only chuckled, rubbing circles into your side, making a half-hearted effort to hush you. You throat felt tight, on the verge of closing-up, and your words were garbled, coming out in slurred, stilted clusters. “Don’t, don’t, please, honey, please, pull out—”

The same two fingers, shoved past your lips, pressed into your tongue briefly before he shoved them down your throat. You choked around his fingers, your body registering the intrusion before your mind could process it, but he seemed more amused by your spasming than anything, he seemed to like the way you tensed up, the way you clamped down around him. “Be quiet,” He snarled, grinding into you, unwilling to give you a moment to breathe or rest or think. “Good pets don’t talk.”

One more thrust, one more deep, guttural groan before his pace faltered, his body seizing up on top of yours. You convulsed weakly as something warm and terrible filled your cunt, leaking out around his cock, dripping down your thighs. He didn’t move, for a moment, savoring the feeling of your skin against his, the sight of your form, prone and helpless, before drawing back, pulling out of you, letting you fall onto bed and curl into yourself, aware of the slick and sweat on your skin, aware of Illumi, standing up and combing his fingers through his hair, still as put-together as he was before he decided he had to break you down. You didn’t want to look at him. You didn’t want to acknowledge him, right now.

But, you didn’t really have a choice, either. In a few seconds, he was touching you again, gathering you up and pulling you into his lap. Your eyes were closed, by then, every part of you limp and drained, but you could feel his hands on your chest, then resting against your collarbones, wrapping something thick and heavy around your neck. Leather, you realized, as you ran your fingertips over its smooth surface, with a metal fastener on the side. A collar.

You might’ve been tempted to laugh, if you weren’t so exhausted.

“I was worried it might not fit.” He was holding you against his chest, lazily stroking your thigh. Petting you, you realized, idly. You tried not to linger on it. “It’s… cute, I think. I might not take it off, when your behavior improves.”

You nodded, but you didn’t say anything.

Good pets weren’t supposed to talk, and you were already so tired of being treated like a bad one.

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