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eyesofbong · 4 months ago

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A Chrollo x F!Hunter Reader Fic | Summary

Best advised to be read in dark mode. AO3 link coming soon!

★ 18+ MDNI WARNINGS: descriptive murder, burning of corpses, torture?, arson, slight implication of attempted suicide, gore, blood, violence, strong mentions of sexual abuse towards children including human trafficking, implied kidnapping, perversion of innocence, predators, CP, and implied rape. (NO I DO NOT ENDORSE THE ABUSE OF CHILDREN. it is only briefly mentioned since it is disgusting to keep the story realistic and strictly used as awareness since this is actual problems in the real world they don't just kidnap children. I WILL NEVER! write about non-con with underage characters or children, rape, and assault.) ★

☆ word count. 8.9k (sheeeesh had to hold back on somethings)

✥ Chapter Summary: Lost in the shadows of your despair, haunted by memories of the children you once saved, you find yourself drifting further from your purpose. But when a call from Chairman Netero breaks the silence, you're pulled back into a world you thought you'd left behind, drawn into the unknown for one last round — for the sake of saving a young man from making the same mistakes you did. ✥

The church was still, bathed in the soft glow of flickering candles. You remained in the pew, feigning prayer, while your mind wrestled with turbulent thoughts.

But before you found yourself here, in this quiet sanctuary, there was a journey—a path that led you back to the world you had once left behind.

“You can’t save them all.”

The words echoed in your mind—a truth you had grappled with for most of your life. So why was it so hard to accept that cruel reality? Why did you live your life the way you did? Most people would argue that they wish they had your power and skills. But they didn’t understand. They couldn’t comprehend the burden that came with such strength.

Why would anyone want to carry that weight for so long?

Power is a double-edged sword. If you aren’t corrupted by it, you’re crushed beneath its weight. How easy it is to destroy rather than create.

You often wondered why Netero had chosen you that day. What did he see first—the helpless child who had lost everything or the Hunter who would grow into his greatest soldier?

You trailed behind the men, each step leading you deeper into the belly of this vile place. They had no idea you were not one of them, no clue that every word you spoke and every move you made was part of a carefully laid trap. The air around you was thick with malice, a foul concoction of despair, fear, and predatory intent.

Since taking the head of your family’s killer, there has been a void in your heart—one you filled with vengeance.

But now, you had a new purpose: to use your power to hunt down the worst of humanity, like this network of mafia traffickers.

Suddenly, your senses sharpened. You heard it—a soft, muffled cry—the children.

The group leader, a man with greasy hair and a twisted grin, laughed. “You hear them, little rascals?” he sneered, gesturing ahead with a perverse pride. “Got a fresh batch of chicklings just yesterday. Innocent, full of life... worth a lot more in certain markets, if you catch my drift..."

A wave of revulsion swept over you, but you kept your face steady, fighting internally the burning in your throat.

Sick bastards. That’s all they were to you. There was nothing more vile than preying upon children, tearing away their innocence, and selling their pain.

Once, you had believed killing was always wrong. But when faced with monsters like these, death seemed like the only solution.

“That shouldn’t be a problem, right, Mistress?” The leader’s voice was thick with expectation, his beady eyes studying you for any sign of weakness.

You met his gaze with a cold, calculated, calm one. “The price is no problem, but I’ll need to see the ‘quality’ of the children you speak of to ensure they’re worth it,” you replied, playing along with his sick game. He grinned, his yellowed teeth bared like a predator sensing victory.

“Of course, my lady, right this way,” he said, gesturing for you to follow him up a rickety flight of stairs.

As you ascended, you noticed the tapes scattered on the floor—stacks of them carefully labeled and arranged. Your heart sank at the sight. You knew exactly what they were: recordings of abuse. Child pornography is waiting to be sold and distributed. Evidence of what these children had endured and what they were being forced to relive in the most horrific way possible.

Images of small, terrified faces pinned to the walls, some in tears, others with expressions frozen in fear, burned into your mind. You forced yourself to keep moving, to keep your eyes forward, your face blank. Every fiber of your being screamed for you to lash out, but you had to stay focused. You had to see this through.

When you reached the top, he led you to a door and pushed it open with a creak. Inside, the children were huddled together, wide-eyed and trembling. At the front stood a small boy with big gray eyes—"The runt." of the group. His clothes were torn, dirt smeared on his cheeks, but there was something in his gaze—a spark of defiance that hadn’t yet been snuffed out. The other children seemed to hover protectively around him, even in their weakened states.

“Well, what do you think of these little lambs?” the leader asked, his voice dripping with mock sweetness. “Aren’t they precious?”

You glanced at the children, your heart aching. For a split second, your gaze softened when you saw the small, porcelain-skinned boy, his eyes locked onto yours. He seemed to sense something in you, something different. You took a slow, steady breath, and without moving your lips, you mouthed, “I’m here to help.”

The boy’s grip on the bars loosened slightly. Hope flickered in his big gray eyes. You could feel the children’s fear and desperation mingling with a fragile thread of trust. They were so small, so fragile, yet somehow still fighting.

“They are precious,” you murmured, your voice taking on a steely edge. “But not in the way you’re thinking.”

The men’s laughter faltered. They sensed the shift, but too late. You moved swiftly, raising your hand. A wall of stone shot up from the ground, separating the children from their captors. Panic spread among the men as they scrambled for their weapons, but you were already moving.

With a flick of your wrist, a vine extended from the stone wall, and in its grip, a sword was handed to you. The blade flashed, slicing through the air. In one swift motion, you severed their hands before they could draw their guns. Blood spattered against the walls, and the men screamed.

“You crazy bi—” one of them began, but his voice was cut off as you grabbed his face. Nen flames flared from your palm, melting his skin. His screams turned to a hideous, gurgling cry as you slammed him against the wall, against a picture of him touching one of the children.

“My flames are nothing compared to the ones you’ll face for eternity,” you said, your voice cold and unwavering.

"THE DEVIL! YOU'RE THE DEVIL!" he shrieked, his voice cracking in terror.

“YOU’LL GO TO HELL TOO!” another screamed.

You tilted your head slightly, unbothered. “I know,” you replied calmly. “And I’ll be right there with you... to make sure you suffer.”

With a final, furious surge of nen, you let the flames consume him, his body twitching as the fire took hold. One by one, the men fell, their screams swallowed by the inferno of your rage.

The air thickened with the stench of burning flesh, but all you felt was a calm, cold satisfaction. You took a deep breath, letting the fire die down, leaving only smoldering ashes behind.

The floor was now slick with blood, staining everything it touched. You closed your eyes and focused, drawing on your nen, the energy that flowed through your very being. You felt a ripple within yourself, a gathering of moisture in your veins, pulling towards your fingertips. With a single thought, you summoned it forth.

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A small, shimmering blob of water began to form, hovering just above your palm. It glistened with a faint blue hue, infused with your nen—your life force flowing through it. The water was more than liquid; it was an extension of your will, a manifestation of the purity and cleansing you desired.

You moved your hand slowly, and the blob expanded, reaching toward the crimson stains that pooled on the floor. It touched the blood, and a strange, almost serene reaction occurred. The nen-infused water seemed to drink up the blood, absorbing it into its depths, turning it from a crystalline blue to a dark, murky red. It quivered and shifted, gathering every last drop, until the floor was clean.

Once it was done, you flicked your wrist, and the blood-tainted water dissipated into steam, evaporating into the air. The scent of iron and smoke faded, leaving behind only the faintest whisper of moisture.

You turned to the vine still hanging from the wall. “Take the corpses to another room,” you said softly. “I don’t want the children to see this.”

The vine extended, wrapping around the charred remains and dragging them away, leaving the room clear. You watched it go, feeling a pang of sorrow in your chest. “I’m sorry, Mother,” you whispered, “but someone has to purge the evil, right?”

The vine nodded as if in understanding and vanished into the shadows.

With the room now clear, you lowered the stone wall, allowing the children to see. They were still huddled together, wide-eyed, trembling, but there was a new light in their eyes—a glimmer of hope.

You kneeled, using a tiny flame to illuminate the room gently. “You’re safe now,” you said softly, your voice switching to a delicate tone.

The small, marble-eyed boy stepped forward. His hand slipped into yours, his grip surprisingly strong for his size. “You back came for us?” he whispered, his voice shaking but resolute.

You nodded, squeezing his hand gently, a warm smile breaking through your hardened expression. “Always.”

The children began to move toward you, timid at first, then with growing confidence, their small hands reaching out, seeking comfort. For now, at least, they were safe.

And you would make sure it stayed that way.

It was mostly your funding that kept the orphanages in Meteor City from crumbling. Your money was funneled into the broken, forgotten corners of the city where children like Chrollo and his friends sought refuge. You couldn’t always be there, but when you were, you made it count—your presence, your touch, your attention. That was the difference, wasn’t it? You had to put your wealth somewhere, after all—unlike Ging or Pariston, whose fortunes seemed to disappear into the wind, chasing their whims. For you, though, Meteor City had become an escape, a place to atone for the things you couldn’t control.

But it was more than duty, wasn’t it?

Chrollo had bonded to you in a way that you hadn’t expected. The other children admired you, but he worshiped you. His innocence clung to you, unsettling and infectious, dragging you into a world where, for brief moments, you almost believed you could be more than just a Hunter. That you could be someone who stayed.

It was one of those quiet, unguarded moments when you found yourself in Meteor City again, his small, frail body curled up against yours on his bed, his head tucked beneath your chin as if he could melt into your very being. His face pressed into your chest, and his small hands clung to your shirt as if you were his entire world.

“Stay with me,” he murmured, his voice soft, pleading. His wide gray eyes blinked up at you, still so full of that childlike adoration that made your chest tighten painfully. He didn’t understand—how could he? He was too young, too innocent.

You combed your fingers through his shaggy, jet-black hair, pretending it didn’t hurt to hear him ask. Pretending it didn’t make you feel like you were betraying something inside yourself. The glow from the window—the familiar golden light of dawn—signaled your impending departure. Mother Nature, it seemed, always knew when it was time to pull you away. You would have to leave again. You always left.

But not yet.

“Okay,” you whispered, the lie slipping from your lips like it always did. “I’ll stay.” You tucked his head back against your chest, hoping to drown his fears in the safety of your embrace. He felt so small compared to you, so fragile. You held him tighter, but no matter how tightly you cradled him, you knew it wouldn’t be enough. You couldn’t stay.

He sighed, his words soft and filled with frustration. “I wish you were just a normal girl. Not the Great Hunter. They always take you away from me.”

The weight of his words crushed your chest. You swallowed hard, burying the guilt and sorrow that always surfaced in these moments. He was just a boy, after all—a boy who didn’t know what it meant to live a life like yours. His love was simple, innocent, and untainted by the reality that you could never be what he wanted you to be.

He sighed again, his voice thick with sleep. “It’s not fair. You’re just a kid like me, but it’s like... you’re not. You’re stronger, taller... you have magic. You’re not afraid of anything.” His sleepy eyes blinked up at you, half-lidded, his gaze lingering on your face as if you were the only thing keeping him from falling asleep. “You’re so cool, Y/N.”

You forced a smile, your heart aching with every word. How could he say these things so easily, not knowing the storm they stirred within you? You shouldn’t be here. You shouldn’t be feeling this pull toward him, this unbearable conflict between duty and something else—something darker, something you didn’t want to acknowledge.

“I want to be strong like you,” he continued, his voice fading as sleep began to pull him under. “Then I’ll be the one to save you.”

You let out a chuckle, though it felt hollow. “Oh really? I can’t wait to see you try.” Your voice was soft and gentle, as if you could keep him safe from the weight of your feelings. But even as you spoke, your gaze lingered on his longer than it should have. The way his eyes—those innocent gray eyes—held yours made something inside you crack. You didn’t want to look away.

And yet, you had to.

As Chrollo yawned, his body slowly relaxing into the warmth of your embrace, your heart clenched in that familiar, bittersweet way. You knew what was coming next—the moment when he would fall asleep, and you’d have to leave. You always left. He knew it too, even if he didn’t say it. His eyes fought against the sleep pulling him under as if staying awake would keep you there just a little longer.

You should go. You needed to go. But instead, you held him close, brushing your thumb along his cheek, tracing the outline of his pale face. He murmured something so soft, so quiet, you almost didn’t hear it.

“I love you, Y/N.”

Your heart shattered.

The words hung in the air between you, heavy and suffocating. You didn’t respond. How could you? What could you say to that? You weren’t supposed to feel this way. You weren’t supposed to let it hurt. And yet, his innocent words cut deeper than any wound you had ever known.

You didn’t respond. Instead, you cradled his face in your hands, letting the silence fill the space between you. Your mind and heart were at war, clashing violently as you tried to convince yourself that you felt nothing for this boy—nothing beyond duty, beyond the role you were meant to play.

But his words lingered. His love lingered. And it was killing you.

Only you could carry this burden. You had to ensure that you were the last shepherd, even if you were just a broken saint now.

And when he called, you would answer, no matter how much time had passed since that harrowing incident.

Isaac Netero’s familiar contact flashed onto your phone just as you returned to your quiet estate. The grand home, surrounded by vast lands, had become your sanctuary—where time seemed to stand still. Bamboo trees swayed in the wind, whispering secrets you couldn’t quite hear, and the rustle of leaves was like a lullaby to your broken spirit. This land, untouched and isolated, had become your refuge. Here, you could pretend the world had forgotten you, just as you had tried to ignore it.

You rarely needed to leave; everything you required, you grew with your own hands. The earth was rich and forgiving; the bamboo was tall and kind, your only companions, as well as the critters that inhabited the land, your only solace. They tried to aid in healing your scars, though they only made the loss more bearable. They connected you to reality, keeping you grounded and pulling you back from the edge whenever you felt yourself slipping away. They depended on you as much as you did on them.

But even Mother Nature, with all her quiet persistence, couldn’t fill the gaping void left by your loss. She could only make the emptiness more bearable, less suffocating.

You had given in to the silence, but she hadn’t given up on you. Yet the moment Netero’s contact appeared, the corpse of your heart couldn’t help but beat with a retired purpose you knew you could no longer fulfill.

Still, your hands, worn and deft, quickly picked up the phone, bringing it to your ear.

“Y/N L/N. Think you have a chance to talk, my dear?”

His familiar, softened gruff voice was a reminder of how time had aged him, even though he had left you with so many unanswered questions. He was still your father in many ways.

But you were now Netero’s little fallen general.

“I’m here,” you replied, your voice a ghost of itself, as if unused to forming words meant for anyone else. “It's good to hear your voice. I would ask, How have you been?”

“I am well, Father,” you cut in, a weary undertone threading through your words. “Trying to keep the ground from swallowing me whole.”

A heavy silence fell between you, a shared history that neither of you wanted to address hanging thick in the air. Netero sighed, his voice dipping into a tone you had not heard in years—gentle, almost pleading.

“Y/N…”

You remained silent, unyielding, waiting for him to continue.

“Listen to me, just this once,” he started, but you interrupted again, sharper this time, like a blade cutting through the fog.

“My nen is gone, Isaac," you said, each word deliberate and hard. "There’s nothing more to that story. There is no Master of the Hunters anymore.”

The silence that followed was colder, heavier. You could almost hear him wince at the use of his first name, a name you rarely called him. You knew it hurt him—that it stripped away the façade he liked to wear around you.

He hesitated, then took a deep breath, his voice laced with quiet desperation. “I'm not asking for her to listen to me,” he said carefully. “I'm asking for you, Y/N.”

Your gaze drifted to the bamboo outside, watching the stalks bend and sway in the wind. There was a part of you that wanted to hang up, to let the silence consume you once more, but another part—a faint, barely alive spark—kept you on the line.

“There is a young man,” Netero continued, “who is the spitting reincarnation of you."

Your chest tightened, the ache spreading like a slow poison through your veins. You swallowed, but it felt like shards of glass in your throat.

Netero’s voice softened, almost as if he were trying to soothe a frightened child. “I know I pushed you to retire early, and for that, I am sorry,” he confessed, his words heavy with regret. “I couldn’t bear the thought of what might happen if the wrong people found out you had lost your nen. But this boy—he needs someone who can show him the way. Someone who can give him a chance to choose a different path. A scent he can follow.”

He paused, the weight of his words settling into the air between you. “None of us can do that.”

A flicker of frustration sparked within you, threatening to crack the numbness you had wrapped around yourself like armor. You closed your eyes, the familiar heaviness of duty pressing against your chest. "Why... why do you always drag me back, Isaac?" you murmured, your voice almost devoid of emotion, a whisper lost in the wind.

“Because,” he replied softly, his voice steady but filled with quiet insistence, “you lost your nen, but you didn’t lose everything. I couldn’t save you from your fate... but you can save him before he makes the same mistake.”

For a moment, the world outside seemed to be still. The bamboo stopped swaying, the wind held its breath, and even the critters paused their quiet movements. Everything waited for you to decide whether you would let yourself be pulled back into the life you had tried so hard to leave behind.

A slow exhale escaped your lips, and your grip tightened around the phone. Maybe it wasn’t about saving yourself. Maybe it was about saving someone else—just one more time.

“I’ll think about it,” you finally whispered, knowing you were already halfway convinced.

Netero's sigh of relief was almost inaudible, but you felt it—a soft echo in your chest. "That's all I ask," he said gently. "Just think about it."

And with that, the call ended, leaving you standing alone in the quiet of your sanctuary, the wind picking up again, the bamboo swaying once more.

For the first time in a long time, you felt the stirrings of something beyond emptiness—a faint, fragile thing that might have been hope.

You let yourself fall back against the mat, feeling the familiar, frayed edges pressing into your back. Your phone lay loosely in your grip, screen dark, but its weight still anchored you to the moment. You stared blankly at the stone pond before you, the water still and silent under the overcast sky. But inside, that gnawing feeling had grown stronger, louder, and more insistent. The doubt and emptiness you had tried so hard to bury now surged to the surface like a wave, threatening to swallow you whole.

Then you saw her—the familiar, ethereal form rising from the pond—"Mother," your nen-made spirit, tilting her head at you, trying to read the emotions you kept so tightly locked away. Her shape shimmered and wavered, the liquid surface of her body catching the dim light, reflecting a thousand tiny, dancing fragments of your surroundings.

“You’re cruel...” you muttered, not bothering to lift your head. You didn’t need to see her to know she was there, watching you with a concern you could not bear. The water spirit hovered closer, her presence radiating a gentle insistence. A wave of water reached out, almost like a hand, and as she moved, droplets broke away and splattered onto your face. The cool water trickled down your skin, obliging you to finally look up and meet her gaze.

Her expression was unreadable, but the tension in her form, the way her edges seemed to blur and tremble, told you everything. She was worried. She is always worried. Especially when you have attempted to end your suffering...

Seeing her like that... It only made the ache worse. It plagued you and gnawed at you like an open wound. You hated it. You hated feeling like this—so useless, so empty. Once, you had been so certain of your place in the world, so sure of your purpose. You had moved like a blade through the darkness, cutting down every evil in your path. You had saved countless lives and fought battles that others had deemed impossible. You mattered.

And now... now it felt like all of that was gone. Stripped away the moment your nen vanished. When it had left you, it had taken everything with it. Your sense of self, your purpose, your reason for being—it had all crumbled to dust, leaving nothing but a hollow shell behind.

"Quit it," you muttered, your voice low and tired. "I'm not in the mood."

But Mother didn’t listen. She never did. Instead, she moved closer, her form rippling like a soft wave, the water elongating until it seemed to reach across the space between you. With a sudden, playful motion, she curled around your feet, a cold grip tightening around your ankles. Before you could protest, she yanked you off the mat, dragging you across the ground.

“Really?” You groaned, exasperation flaring. You knew what she was doing. She was trying to wake you up, to stir something inside you. “Cut it out, Mother.”

She didn’t respond. The water around your ankles tightened, and with another tug, she lifted you upside down, your hair falling toward the ground. The blood rushed to your head, and you blinked, momentarily disoriented. For a moment, you dangled there like a rag doll over the pond, your feet held aloft by a watery tendril.

You found yourself staring directly into her face—or what passed for a face—her liquid eyes focused intently on you, unblinking, unwavering. She was demanding your attention, forcing you to look at her to confront whatever was buried deep inside. The silence stretched between you, filled only by the gentle slosh of water moving with every slight motion.

“I said quit it,” you repeated, a hint of irritation in your voice. But she didn’t budge. Her expression seemed almost stern. The water droplets that made up her body shivered slightly, as if she were speaking a language only you could understand.

Mother’s form shifted, her eyes narrowing slightly. Her head tilted again, and for a second, she almost seemed to frown. The water that held you up began to twist and turn, slowly spinning you in the air as if examining you from every angle. Her touch was cold, but there was something else there—something gentle, almost comforting, beneath the chill. She wouldn’t let you hide from this. She wouldn’t let you sink back into the darkness you’d been wallowing in for so long.

“Quit it, Mother,” you muttered, voice strained, but there was no real fight in your tone. You were too exhausted to fight her, too tired to do much more than dangle there, your heart heavy and your purpose frayed.

Mother, ever persistent, moved the water around you in a swirl, as if shaping something from the depths of her core. You felt a coldness, a thin sheet of water sliding up to your face, and then you saw it—your reflection mirrored perfectly in the water.

But Mother didn’t stop there. Slowly, deliberately, she turned the reflection around.

Your eyes widened as you caught sight of your own back and your skin. The large, red Hunter symbol emblazoned between your shoulder blades, stark against your flesh, with the L/N family symbols woven underneath, bearing the phrase that had once given you strength:

"No child left behind."

The words, so familiar, stared back at you with a cruel clarity. Your vow, your creed. The promise you had whispered to yourself a thousand times over, in the darkest nights, in the quiet moments of despair. The very words you had once tattooed onto your skin were like armor against the world.

Your breath caught in your throat. You tried to look away, but Mother twisted the mirror slightly, making sure you couldn’t escape it.

The reminder was as sharp as a blade, cutting through your excuses and your self-pity.

You were The Great Hunter, not because of the nen you wielded, but because of the promise you had made. Because of the innocent you had sworn to protect.

Mother watched, her watery eyes soft but firm, refusing to release you until the weight of that reflection settled back into your bones.

You sighed, a long, tired exhale, and for a moment, just a moment, you allowed yourself to feel the ache of that old purpose stirring within you.

She stared back, unyielding. Her watery surface rippled slightly, as if in response to your unspoken thoughts, and you felt a tear prick at the corner of your eye. A tear you quickly blink away. The silence stretched on, filled with everything you weren't saying—filled with all the things she knew you didn’t want to admit.

You sighed, feeling the fight leave you, your shoulders slumping. “Fine. Fine, you win,” you said quietly, feeling defeated, but in a way that almost felt like relief. She had always been there to stop you from corrupting yourself, always pushing you, always forcing you to face the things you wanted to ignore. And now, as much as you hated to admit it, you needed her to do it again.

You felt her release your ankles, and for a moment, you simply stood there, breathing, your heartbeat slowing, the cool air biting at your skin. She hovered closer, her watery hand reaching out as if to touch your face, but she hesitated, just a fraction of an inch away. You stared into her eyes, feeling something inside you break loose like a dam giving way.

You hated this... You hated feeling like you were nothing. Like you were just a vessel for the person you used to be.

Your Nen was gone, but you were still here. That gnawing, insatiable need to matter, to make a difference, was still there, burning quietly beneath the surface.

You took a breath, your fingers tightening around the phone still in your hand. "Alright," you whispered, almost to yourself. "Alright, I'll do it."

Mother seemed to shimmer, her form brightening slightly as if she were smiling. Her droplets swirled around you, a gentle, swirling dance of liquid light like she was encouraging you, cheering you on.

Your thumb moved over the phone screen, almost of its own accord, and you found Netero’s name again, hesitating for just a heartbeat before you pressed the call button. The phone rang once, twice, and then his voice came through—calm but expectant as if he had known you would call back.

“Y/N?”

You closed your eyes for a moment, steeling yourself, and then spoke, your voice steady. “Where is he?”

You stepped off the airship, choosing to take a more grounded approach this time. It had been so long since you walked among society; today, you wanted to feel the earth beneath your feet and hear the noise of life all around you. Normally, you would have flown in on Khan, your Seraphrid—a creature resembling a winged horse, only larger and more formidable, a loyal companion since your youth. But today felt different.

As expected, Khan had already beaten you here. His sleek, black form stood tall among the trees, his six powerful legs moving with an elegance that defied his size. His head was turned in your direction, and the two long, string-like antennae that served as his natural bridle extended, sensing your presence. They wrapped around your arm, their touch gentle but firm, syncing with the veins on the underside of your wrist. The bond was immediate, an ancient connection that required no words.

With a familiar pull, you mounted him, his raised hoof serving as a stepping stool, an unspoken offer only the two of you understood. You clicked your tongue softly, a signal you’d always used, and he responded with a low, rumbling neigh that resonated through your bones.

Khan didn’t need instructions. He read your intentions through the link you shared, feeling the subtle shifts in your thoughts and emotions. He began to trot into the dense forest, guided by your thoughts alone, the rhythm of his steps matching the cadence of your heartbeat.

Netero had informed you that the young man, the one you were to meet, was training in these woods. He had given you the young man’s contact information, though he had been elusive with any real details. When you had pressed for more information, Netero had only chuckled, his words tinged with mystery: “You’ll see...”

Typical of him to leave you to uncover the truth on your own, to dig up the bone yourself, like always. As Khan weaved through the thick underbrush, you found yourself wondering about this boy. What was it about him that had made Netero reach out to you after all this time? What was so special that it warranted pulling you back into this world?

The dense forest began to thin, opening into a sun-dappled clearing. Khan slowed to a gentle canter, his antennae twitching as if sensing something ahead. You felt it too—a presence, quiet yet intense, like a heartbeat echoing through the trees.

This had to be the place. As you dismounted, Khan’s gaze remained fixed forward, his body tense and alert. You patted his side, reassuring him, and he relaxed slightly, though his eyes never wavered from whatever lay beyond the clearing.

You took a deep breath, feeling the familiar stir of curiosity and something deeper—something that felt like the whisper of purpose reigniting within you. Stepping forward, you moved into the clearing, ready to meet the young man Netero had sent you to find, ready to face whatever awaited you on the other side.

You dismounted slowly, your feet sinking into the damp earth as the coolness of the soil crept up through your boots, grounding you in the present moment. The clearing before you stretched wide, dappled sunlight breaking through the thick canopy above, casting shifting patterns of light and shadow across the forest floor. The air was thick with the scent of moss and earth, a living, breathing presence around you. Khan stood tall beside you, his powerful form coiled with restrained energy, his antennae twitching in tune with the undercurrent of tension that rippled from you like a stone dropped in water.

Ahead, the low murmur of voices reached your ears, punctuated by the rhythmic clack of wood striking wood and the sharp rustle of leaves disturbed by quick, deliberate movements. You moved forward slowly, cautiously, each step bringing the sounds into sharper clarity. As you reached the edge of the clearing, you paused, taking in the scene before you.

Two figures moved with practiced grace, their forms entwined in a dance of combat, their bodies speaking a language of strength and discipline. One of them, tall and broad-shouldered, had a presence that radiated intensity and control—Izunavi, a hunter you had known from years ago. His sharp, unwavering gaze and the calm precision of his movements marked him as a hunter, one who had taught countless others the art of survival.

But it was the boy who drew your attention.

He was younger than you had imagined, his golden hair catching the sunlight like a halo, his eyes narrowed in concentration, a fierce determination burning in their depths. His posture was taut, muscles coiled and ready, every motion calculated and precise as he mirrored Izunavi’s steps, his gaze never faltering, never leaving his mentor for even a heartbeat. His body moved with the grace of a predator, but there was a tension there—a rawness, a desperation that was almost painful to watch.

So this was Kurapika.

Your breath caught in your throat. It was like staring into a ghost, a specter of who you had once been—a younger self, with that same consuming fire, that same drive, that same reckless need to prove something to a world that had never shown mercy. You recognized the look in his eyes immediately. You had seen it in your reflection, in the faces of those you had saved and those you had failed. The beast of burden lay heavy in his gaze, the weight of vengeance familiar darkness that seemed to clutch at his very soul.

He was still a child. Just as you had been—a child thrust into a world too cruel and too vast, carrying a burden too heavy for shoulders so young. You lingered in the shadows, your heart tightening in your chest, a sense of foreboding curling in your gut. Finally, you decided to step forward, your presence pressing through the air like a ripple in still water.

Izunavi’s movements stilled. He sensed you first, his eyes flickering toward you, his expression a mask of calm neutrality, though you saw the faint recognition behind his eyes. His stance eased, a subtle acknowledgment. Kurapika followed his gaze, turning to face you, and the intensity of his scrutiny hit you like a blow—a look so piercing it seemed to strip away layers, searching, demanding answers before he even spoke.

“Master,” Izunavi greeted, his tone respectful but carrying a hint of something harder beneath. "Netero told me you might be dropping by."

"Y/N," you corrected, voice soft but firm. Each syllable felt heavy in your mouth, burdened by the memories of your past. You inclined your head slightly, stepping fully into the clearing, moving with purpose, though a knot tightened in your stomach. "It’s been a while, Izunavi," you said, your voice sounding almost foreign to your ears. "I see you’ve taken on another pupil."

Izunavi nodded. "One with a special kind of determination," he replied, a note of pride softening his otherwise stern demeanor. He glanced at Kurapika, who stood like a coiled spring, ready to snap. "Kurapika, this is Y/N L/N—once known as Master Hunter, The Great Hunter, the Hound of the Hunters… too many names to count."

Kurapika’s eyes widened slightly at the sound of your name. Recognition flickered across his features—his expression shifting from curiosity to something deeper, something darker. You could almost see the thoughts racing behind his gaze, the questions forming, and the curiosity and anger mingling in a storm of emotion.

Netero had left you a note from the first examiner of the 287th Hunter Exam: "Kurapika Kurta said he wishes to become a Hunter to exact revenge on the Phantom Troupe and seek aid from the Master Hunter." The Phantom Troupe, a name you had only heard in passing, a whisper of a threat, a gang too small to matter back then. But now, seeing Kurapika’s face, you realize how much had changed and how much you had missed.

“Where were you that day?” Kurapika’s voice was low but steady, each word laced with a simmering rage that seemed barely contained. "I read stories about you... Master Hunter, the one who made crime vanish like mist before the sun. When my people were slaughtered, I didn’t fear, because I knew—you would come. You would hunt them down for me."

The pain in his voice was like a knife twisting in your chest. “I waited years for you! Held onto that hope until I had no choice but to become the hunter I needed.”

His voice cracked, but the fury within it did not waver. "You let them walk this earth after what they did to me... to my people." His hands clenched into fists, his knuckles white, his breath ragged. And then you saw it—the flash of scarlet behind his gray contacts, the burning rage of his clan's curse, the anger and grief all mixed into one volatile storm.

A lump formed in your throat, and you swallowed hard against it. The weight of his accusation bore down on you like a physical force. In your absence, the world had shifted and twisted, and you had been powerless to stop it. You had lost your Nen that day, the day you had lost everything.

That’s why you weren’t there.

The same beast of burden now latched onto him had once latched onto you. You had failed him, and his words cut deep into whatever was left of your fractured soul. If only you had known... If only you had hunted them when they were small, a mere whisper of a threat. If only…

But you hadn’t. And now you were facing the result of that failure.

Your silence hung heavy in the air. You felt the burn in your eyes, the sting in your throat, and the weight of every decision and every choice you had made that led to this moment. There was nothing you could say to erase the pain in his eyes—the sense of betrayal that seemed to radiate from him like heat.

Kurapika's expression hardened, his jaw tightening, his eyes narrowing to slits. “I need justice,” he said, his voice colder now, like a blade drawn against a stone.

You drew a deep breath, fighting against the rising tide of emotion within you. “Justice is a fine line, Kurapika,” you replied quietly, meeting his gaze with a steady resolve. “And revenge can blur it until you don’t know which side you’re on.”

His jaw clenched, his eyes burning with a mixture of fury and something deeper—something fragile and almost broken. He turned away, shoulders tense, his footsteps heavy, as if carrying the weight of the world on his back. A part of you wanted to reach out, to stop him, to pull him back from the edge. But you knew better than to force it. He had to find his way, just as you had.

“Kurap-” Izunavi began, his voice edged with concern, but you raised a hand, silencing him. Your eyes remained on Kurapika’s retreating form, watching as he disappeared into the trees, swallowed by the shadows.

“Let him go,” you whispered, the words barely more than a breath. "I’ll talk to him later... once he’s cooled off."

Izunavi hesitated but finally nodded, trusting your judgment. You stared into the forest where Kurapika had vanished, the weight of his words still heavy on your heart. You knew that if he continued on this path, it would lead only to more pain and more loss. You weren’t sure you could bear to watch someone else descend into the same darkness that had swallowed you whole.

You had to try for his sake and yours.

“How far is he in his Nen?” you asked, breaking the stillness. Izunavi turned, his expression solemn.

“He's a determined, quick learner, but he’s already made those terrible vows for his Nen ability. It’s been five months since he started, and he’s planning something for September 1st.”

Next month, you thought. Not much time. “Is it related to the Troupe?”

“Positive.” Izunavi’s response was immediate; his voice edged with tension.

You sighed deeply, feeling the familiar heaviness in your chest. Another lost child, another soul standing at a precipice. The memory of the children from Meteor City flickered in your mind—those small, eager faces filled with both mischief and hope. Even now, you could remember the way they looked up to you, their eyes wide with wonder and something more—something like belief.

Chrollo, Feitan, Phinks—all those troublemakers who had once felt like yours in some way despite being the same age. You had often wondered where they were now, how life had treated them, and if they had stayed on the path you had hoped for them. Maybe, when all of this was over, you’d find them again. Just to see. Just to know.

Izunavi’s voice pulled you back. “His vows are monstrous, Y/N. I don’t know what he sacrificed, but his chains are still out of control. He’s powerful, but he can’t command them yet.”

“Chains?” You repeated, an eyebrow arching in surprise. “That’s his ability?”

Izunavi nodded gravely. “Yes. He wants to bind the spiders to hell with them.”

A small, amused laugh slipped past your lips, as that did sound like something he would say. Then your expression turned serious. “Izunavi… I’ve lost my Nen. If I decide to teach this boy, will you be my eyes?”

Izunavi blinked, momentarily stunned, but he quickly nodded, his gaze steady and filled with a new understanding. “I will,” he promised softly. “But... are you ready for this?”

You took a breath, the weight of your own words settling within you. “I wasn’t Netero’s best hunter just because of my Nen.”

You could still feel Nen, even Mother’s Nen whenever she came to you, like a whisper at the back of your mind, a gentle reminder of the power that once flowed through you like a river. You hadn’t lost your instincts—if anything, losing your Nen had sharpened them. It was like losing a sense and gaining another. You could feel things now, in ways that other Nen users couldn’t—like sensing the shift in the air before a storm.

Izunavi hesitated for a moment, then spoke again, his voice a little softer, a little more unsure. “Y/N, you can do it? Teach him? With your Nen gone…?”

You looked at him, a small smile playing on your lips. “I can.”

Izunavi seemed to consider your words, then nodded again, more firmly this time. “Alright,” he said. “I’ll be your eyes.”

Your gaze drifted toward the direction where Kurapika had stormed off, your thoughts tangled with the past and the present. You knew the path he was on—you had been there yourself once. And you didn’t want Kurapika to stain his hands as you had stained yours, even if it was for what you believed was “good.”

If you could help him find another way—if you could keep his hands clean, you would. You were willing to stain yours all over again for the sake of keeping him from the blood that had already marked too many lives.

You had to operate in his shadow. Teaching Kurapika while also trying to beat him to the Phantom Troupe would be no easy task—especially if you had to do it behind his back. There was still so much you didn’t know. The years you spent disconnected from society left gaps in your knowledge. You couldn’t deny it, and the thought made you clench your fist. At least you could still rely on the physical strength of the L/N bloodline—but even that might not be enough. What if the Phantom Troupe’s Nen abilities were stronger than you anticipated? If they were all together, no matter how much experience you had, they could easily overwhelm you by sheer numbers.

What if you couldn’t protect Kurapika? The thought sent a shiver up your spine.

This was a mess just waiting to explode.

Izunavi watched you quietly, sensing the shift in your mood, the old scars being reopened, and the new purpose forming in your heart. You felt the stirrings of a familiar resolve—a quiet, burning fire that refused to go out.

“Let’s start now,” you said, meeting Izunavi’s gaze with a calm but determined look. “We have until September 1st. I won’t let him fall.”

You followed Kurapika as the sun began its slow descent, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink. Shadows lengthened, and the woods grew quieter, the sounds of the day's creatures giving way to the night’s. You had given him time—enough time, you hoped—for his anger to cool and for his heart to steady. But you knew that the embers of rage didn’t die so easily; they could smolder for a long, long time.

You found him near the lake, sitting against a tree with his knees pulled up, his blonde hair catching the last rays of sunlight like threads of gold. He stared blankly ahead, lost in thought, his face a mask of quiet resolve. You watched him for a moment from a distance, letting your presence be felt without imposing yourself. You knew words wouldn’t be enough—not yet, not for a boy with a fresh wound.

Slowly, you made your way toward him, moving carefully and deliberately, leaving space for him to turn you away if he chose. He didn’t look at you, but he didn’t push you away either. That, in itself, was something. You took a seat beside him, leaving enough distance between the two of you to let him feel unpressured but close enough that your presence was felt. You let the silence stretch, understanding that sometimes it was the only thing that could truly speak.

After a while, you finally broke the silence, your voice soft, almost tentative. "You want to hunt the Troupe, right?"

Kurapika didn’t move at first, his eyes still fixed on the water. When he finally spoke, his voice was quiet but resolved. “I don’t have a choice.”

The words hung between you, heavy with finality. You have heard that before, spoken in different ways by different people. It was always the same. A choice made in desperation, when the soul felt trapped by the past, by the need to correct something that could never truly be fixed.

“You always have a choice,” you replied softly, your tone neither reprimanding nor coddling. It was simply a statement of fact.

Kurapika shifted, his hands tightening around his knees. “Not when it comes to this. Not when it comes to them.”

You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye, studying the lines of tension etched across his young face. He was still so young—too young for this kind of rage to live so deeply inside him. But rage wasn’t something that cared for age, wisdom, or even reason. You knew that better than anyone.

“They took everything from me,” he continued, his voice harder now, laced with bitterness. “Everything. My family, my home, my future. I can’t just let that go!”

You exhaled slowly, a quiet sigh that was lost in the soft rustle of the wind through the trees. “Letting go doesn’t mean forgetting,” you said gently. “It doesn’t mean forgiving either. But this path you’re walking... It’s not just about revenge anymore. It’s about who you become at the end of it.”

Kurapika’s eyes flicked toward you then, sharp and wary like he was expecting a lecture he’d heard a thousand times before. But you weren’t here to preach.

“I’m not asking you to stop,” you clarified, your gaze still on the water, the gentle waves reflecting the dying light. “I know that’s not an option for you. But you need to be careful, Kurapika. Rage has a way of consuming everything in its path. It’ll burn through you if you’re not careful. Until there’s nothing left of the person you used to be.”

He was silent for a moment, absorbing your words. The tension in his body hadn’t lessened, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes—uncertainty, perhaps. Or maybe it was understanding.

“I can control it,” he said, his voice quieter now, but the determination in it was unmistakable. “I have to.”

You nodded slightly, acknowledging his resolve. “Control is important. But you also need balance. Power without purpose is dangerous, even to yourself.”

Kurapika frowned, his lips pressed into a thin line. “Purpose? My purpose is to kill them.”

You turned to face him fully then, your eyes locking onto his. “And after that? What happens when they’re gone? What’s left for you?”

The question caught him off guard. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. For a moment, the hard façade he had built around himself seemed to crack, and you saw the lost boy beneath. A boy who had lost everything and didn’t know how to live without his hatred to guide him.

“That’s why I’m here,” you continued, your voice softening. “I’ve walked this path before. I know where it leads. If you’re not careful, you’ll reach the end of it and find that nothing is waiting for you on the other side. Nothing but emptiness.”

Kurapika’s hands slowly unclenched, his fingers tracing the edge of his sleeves as if grounding himself in the present moment. He didn’t say anything, but you could see the conflict in his eyes.

You reached out then, gently placing your hand on his shoulder, a rare gesture of comfort. “I’m not saying this to stop you,” you said, your voice low, almost a whisper. “But I am saying you need to think about what comes next. After the bloodshed. After the vengeance. What will you be left with?”

Kurapika lowered his head, the weight of your words sinking in. The silence stretched between you again, but this time it wasn’t filled with tension. It was a moment of quiet reflection.

“I don’t know,” he finally admitted, his voice barely audible.

You gave a small nod, squeezing his shoulder lightly before pulling your hand back. “That’s okay. You don’t have to know yet. Just... don’t lose yourself in the process.”

For a long moment, Kurapika didn’t move, his gaze fixed on the ground, deep in thought. When he finally looked up, there was a new clarity in his eyes, though the fire still burned there, too. He wasn’t ready to let go of his vengeance, but at least now he was starting to see the danger in letting it consume him completely.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he said, his voice steady but quieter than before.

You nodded again, satisfied for now. It was a start. He would need time to fully understand what you meant, but at least the seed had been planted. And as much as you wanted to protect him from the pain of the path he was walking, you knew he had to walk it for himself. All you could do was guide him along the way.

As the last traces of daylight disappeared from the sky, you stood up, brushing the dirt from your pants. “Come on,” you said, offering him a hand. “Let’s head back before it gets too dark.”

Kurapika hesitated for a moment before accepting your hand, pulling himself up to his feet. He stood beside you, his gaze lingering on the horizon for just a moment longer before he nodded, turning to follow you back toward the camp.

As you walked side by side, the soft sounds of the night surrounding you, you couldn’t help but glance at him, the weight of the future heavy between you both.

The journey was far from over...

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internet-rat · 5 months ago

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Sitting on their lap - HXH adults

In these imagines you are in a relationship with these characters~ Any POV! SFW, but with underlying yandere themes for some characters. A long post so I put it under "keep reading"~ Characters: Kurapika, Leorio, Chrollo, Hisoka, Illumi, Pariston, Kite, Nobunaga, Pakunoda, Machi and Silva

Kurapika:

-You entered the dimly lit room, your silhouette casting shadows under the feeble lamp that flickered sporadically. You paused for a moment, taking in the sight of Kurapika, disheveled and vulnerable, a rare sight for him. Your heart fluttered with a mixture of concern and affection. He had been working a lot lately, and it was clear he was overworked.

-Kurapika, sensing the presence of someone he cherished, lifted his head. His eyes, usually sharp and calculating, were now soft and somewhat unfocused. "y/n," he spoke softly, a smile creeping onto his lips as he recognized you. "Come here, please."

-Without waiting for a verbal response, he reached out with one arm, his hand beckoning you closer. As you approached, he grasped you wrist gently and pulled you towards him. Before you could protest, you found yourself guided onto his lap, enveloped by the warmth of his body. His arms secured around your waist, holding you close in a protective embrace.

-"Stay... just like this," Kurapika murmured into your hair. His voice was a tender whisper, a stark contrast to the usual commanding tone he employed during missions or discussions about the dangerous underworld you two navigated.

-You could feel the rapid beat of his heart against your back, syncing intermittently with yours. You relaxed into his embrace, resting your head against his shoulder. His fingers traced small, absent-minded patterns on your sides, sending tingles through your spine.

-"You know, you're incredibly... beautiful," he continued as he buried his face in your neck, his breath hot against your skin. His lips brushed lightly against you, planting soft kisses wherever he could reach. Your presence caused him to relax, and perhaps you could coax him to get enough sleep that night.

Leorio:

-Leorio glanced up from his paperwork, his eyes lighting up as he recognized you. With a roguish grin, he patted his thigh invitingly. "Hey, come over here!" he beckoned with a chuckle.

-As you approached, he swept his arm around your waist and effortlessly lifted you onto his lap, his strong hands steadying you. He leaned back in his chair, making himself comfortable, while ensuring you were securely nestled against him.

-"There, much better," Leorio murmured into your ear, his voice low and teasing. "Now I can keep an eye on you and make sure you're not causing any trouble." His chuckle vibrated through his chest, providing a soothing rumble that was felt rather than heard.

-With you safely in his lap, Leorio's hands rested lightly on your sides, his fingers occasionally caressing your skin through the fabric of your clothing. His hands were warm and his presence was reassuring as well as protective, yet charged with an electric sense of connection that made the mundane environment of his office fade into the background.

Chrollo:

-Chrollo's eyes glimmer with a mischievous light as he pats his lap gently, signaling you to come over. "Come here," he says softly, his voice a blend of command and invitation.

-You move towards him, the air thick with his unspoken desires. As you settle onto his lap, Chrollo wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer against his chest. His touch is both possessive and protective, and you can feel the steady beat of his heart against your back.

-“Much better,” Chrollo murmurs into your ear, his breath warm against your skin. He rests his chin on your shoulder, his eyes still holding a hint of that enigmatic smile. “Now, tell me about your day, even the smallest detail. I want to hear everything.”

-His fingers trace patterns on your side as, soothing yet distracting as he keeps you close, a physical reminder that you are his and his alone. He grips your waist a bit harder eventually, laughing softly when you whimper.

Hisoka: -Hisoka chuckled softly, the sound a mix of amusement and something darker. His voice, low and honey-sweet, coaxed you closer. "Come here," he murmured, his hands gesturing with a magician's flair. As you approached, he pulled you gently onto his lap, his strong arms encircling you to keep you close.

-"You're in the best seat in the house," Hisoka whispered into your ear, his breath sending a shiver down your spine. His presence was overwhelming, and the close proximity sent your heart racing. "Relax, I've got you," he continued, his tone both reassuring and possessive.

-His eyes sparkled with mischief and desire as he looked at you. "Isn't this much better?" Hisoka asked, his voice a purr of contentment. "You close to me where I can make sure no one else can take you away." His words were playful yet held an edge, one that said he was not entirely joking.

-As he held you, you could feel the power of his nen, the strength that lay just beneath the surface. It was both thrilling and terrifying, knowing how easily he could overpower you, yet choosing instead to hold you gently. His grip was firm but not restrictive, a promise of protection rather than confinement.

-Hisoka's fingers drifted upwards, brushing a stray hair behind your ear, his touch deliberate and intimate. "You know, I could show you some magic tricks, but I find this moment quite magical already," he teased, the corner of his mouth lifting in a smirk.

-The way he looked at you, as if you were the most fascinating puzzle he’d ever encountered, made you feel both vulnerable and cherished. In Hisoka's arms, it was easy to forget the world outside, his attention and allure anchoring you entirely to the moment with him.

Illumi:

-Illumi's voice is low and controlled, nearly a whisper as he manipulates the situation to his advantage. "y/n, come here," he instructs gently, yet with an underlying firmness that suggests it’s not really a request.

-As you approach with cautious steps, his hand reaches out, gracefully but with undeniable strength, guiding you by the waist. With a fluid motion, he pulls you closer, maneuvering you to sit on his lap. His long fingers are cold against your skin, a stark contrast to the warmth of his body through his clothes.

-He adjusts your position slightly, ensuring you are comfortable, yet firmly within his control. His breath is a soft brush against the shell of your ear, a sensation that makes you both uneasy and inexplicably drawn in. "Is this comfortable for you?" he questions, though it sounds more like a rhetorical query, his voice a melodious sound that's hard to resist.

-The room feels smaller with his presence enveloping you, his aura dark and compelling. Illumi's hands rest lightly on your sides, a reminder of his physical dominance without the need for force. His touch, although minimal, sends a clear message of possession—as if you're an extension of his own being, not just physically but in every way that matters. His love is twisted, but you know it runs deeper than any love in this world.

Pariston:

-"Ah, y/n, you look absolutely ravishing today," Pariston murmured, his voice a teasing lilt as he pulled you onto his lap with ease. His hands, warm and unsettlingly gentle, settled on your waist as he nestled you closer against him. The luxurious texture of his suit rubbed against your skin, a stark contrast to the devious glint in his eyes.

"Now, tell me, darling," he continued, his fingers gripping your hips lightly, sending shivers up your spine. "What's been occupying your beautiful mind today? Anything fun, or shall we create our own amusement right here?" The smirk playing on his lips was suggestive, and his gaze was locked onto yours, challenging and electric.

-The way he held you so confidently, as if claiming ownership, made your heart race. Pariston's presence was overwhelming, his charisma like a tangible force that drew you in despite your better judgment. You could feel his breath on your neck as he leaned in closer, his words a whisper now.

-"Or perhaps," he whispered, his lips almost brushing against your ear, sending a wave of anticipation through your body, "you’d like to tell me what you desire most right now? Don’t hold back... I’m all yours to command."

Kite:

-He walked over to you, his movements purposeful, as he reached out a hand and gently guided you towards him. With a subtle strength, he pulled you closer, easing you onto his lap. The stiffness of the previous moment melted away as you felt the warmth of his body against yours. Kite's hands rested lightly on your waist, steadying you.

-The proximity brought a rush of heat to your cheeks, and you could feel his steady breathing, calm yet slightly deepened by your closeness. His white hair brushed against your skin softly.

-"Better?" His voice was low, his usual sternness softened into a gentle murmur just for you, resonant in the quiet of the small room.

-His honey colored eyes held a spark, reflecting the dim light of the bedside lamp, and you realized that the tension wasn't just from the day's exertions, but also from an unspoken anticipation between the two of you. -"Mhm... Especially with your strong arms around me," you reply softly, slightly teasing him.

-Kite's lips quirked into a subtle, knowing smile, his hold on you tightening just enough to convey his soft possessiveness, a trait you found endearing. His chest rumbled with a low chuckle, the sound vibrating through his body into yours.

-"Is that so?" His voice was a low hum, warm breath tickling the sensitive skin at the nape of your neck. "Maybe I should keep you here more often, then. Just to make sure you’re feeling comfortable."

Nobunaga:

-Nobu was back home from a mission with the spiders, and he needed you close. As you settled comfortably into Nobunaga's lap, his strong arms circled around your waist, pulling you close against his chest. The warmth of his body and the familiar scent of him brought an immediate sense of calm and security. His fingers gently traced patterns on your back as he nuzzled into your hair, planting soft kisses on your neck.

-"Missed this," he murmured, his voice a low rumble against your ear. His hands shifted slightly, one moving to cradle the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair, while the other stayed wrapped around you, holding you firmly yet gently. It was moments like these he cherished the most - the quiet intimacy shared away from the chaos of his usual life.

-With you in his arms, the world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in your small, peaceful bubble. -You kiss his cheek softly. Feeling your lips against his cheek, Nobunaga’s heart swelled with affection. He turned his head slightly, capturing your lips in a tender, lingering kiss. His hand slid up from your back to cup the side of your face, his thumb caressing your cheek gently. The kiss deepened for a moment before he pulled back slightly, his eyes searching yours with a look of deep affection and a hint of playful mischief.

-"Home’s never felt good without you," he whispered, his voice husky. As he spoke, he shifted, adjusting you slightly on his lap, making you even more comfortable against him. He wanted to make sure every return home was like this—full of warmth and the quiet statement of being together, no matter what awaited outside.

-His fingers resumed their gentle exploration of your hair, untangling any knots with a patience and care that belied his usual rough exterior.

Pakunoda:

-Her hand rested casually on your waist, securing you close to her, while her other hand brushed a stray lock of hair behind your ear. Pakunoda’s typically hard expression softened momentarily as she looked down at you, her sharp gaze softening.

-"You know, being this close... it feels right," she murmured, her voice low and almost tender, a stark contrast to the rough exterior she presented to the world. Her posture relaxed, enveloping you in the strong yet protective aura that was uniquely hers.

-As you nestled into her, feeling the steady rise and fall of her chest, the bustling noise of the city around you seemed to fade away, replaced by an intimate silence that hung between you two, filled only by shared breaths and the occasional, subtle shift as you both settled more comfortably into each other's presence.

-Leaning back into Pakunoda's embrace, your body relaxes completely, sinking into the comforting solidity of her lap. Her arms close around you slightly tighter, a silent acknowledgment of your trust and comfort in her presence. The cold, distant demeanor Pakunoda usually exhibits to the outside world melts away when she's with you, replaced by a protective and serene calm.

-You feel her breath against the top of your head, her chest gently rising and falling in a rhythm that lulls you into a deeper state of tranquility.

-Pakunoda, usually so reserved with her words, lets out a soft sigh, a sound of contentment that vibrates through her and into you. "This quiet... it's rare," she murmurs, her voice a soothing rumble that matches the slow strokes of her hand on your arm. "With you, it's different. Peaceful."

Machi:

-As Machi pulls you closer into her embrace, her hands gently guide you onto her lap. Her firm hold around your waist assures a protective closeness, warmth radiating from her body. You feel her breath softly brushing against the back of your neck, a whisper of intimacy in the air.

-"Settle in, love," she murmurs, her voice a low hum of affection and command. The bustling sounds of Yorknew City seem to fade away, overshadowed by the palpable connection between you two. With her fingers lightly tracing patterns along your side, Machi keeps you anchored to her, a silent reminder of her presence and affection.

-You turn so you straddle her lap to be closer to her. As you turn to face her, straddling her lap, Machi's piercing gaze meets yours, an intense expression of admiration and desire flickering across her features. Her strong hands slide up to cradle your back, pulling you flush against her chest. The close proximity heightens the electric charge between you two, and you can feel the steady rhythm of her heart against your own.

-“Much better,” she whispers, her lips brushing against yours in a tantalizing tease. Her fingers weave into your hair, tugging gently to angle your head as she deepens the kiss, exploring the warmth of your mouth with a slow, deliberate passion. The world seems to narrow down to this intimate space where only you and Machi exist, wrapped in each other’s presence.

Silva:

-Silva wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close into his firm embrace. His deep blue eyes flicker with a mix of surprise and delight as he positions you comfortably onto his lap. His voice, a soothing rumble, breaks the quiet of the room.

-"Seems like you've chosen quite the spot to rest, haven't you?" His other hand gently brushes a strand of hair from your face. "I hope you're finding my lap as welcoming as the rest of the mansion." His smirk is teasing, yet there's a warm undercurrent to his words, suggesting a deep, affectionate bond between you two.

-Silva's breath hitches slightly as you nuzzle into his neck, the warmth of your body pressed against his sending a thrill through him. He tightens his grip around your waist, anchoring you firmly against him. His voice, now a husky whisper, brushes warmly against your ear.

-"You always know how to make my heart race, don't you?" He chuckles softly, the sound vibrating through his chest to yours. His hand slides up your back, fingers threading through your hair, massaging gently at the base of your scalp. "I could hold you like this forever," Silva confesses, the stoic assassin facade melting away to reveal a rare glimpse of his deeper, more vulnerable emotions towards you.

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r0semaryt3a · 7 months ago

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Hi, could I please request a collective scenario of the Phantom Troupe going on a first date with their s/o?

And if possible them going to choose a pet (arguably the more chaotic the better, but whoever animal works fine) with their s/o?

Thank you 🥰

Oh absolutely! I’ll admit to it now, these may be a little ooc but still, I love this idea sm. ofc I’m only gonna do Chrollo, Shalnark, Machi, Paku, Feitan and Phinks w the dates (though may return to this at a later date for the others) - p.s this won’t contain spoilers so for that one friend who knows me on here and reads my stuff feel free to read this.

(I’m including Hisoka and Illumi in this because that pet suggestion is perfect!)

Without further ado:

Chrollo

Where you go will just depend on how you know him. You know him from the Troupe? It’s anyone’s guess! Maybe he’ll take you out for the full shabam, maybe you’ll just sit cuddled up: reading. A candle flickering softly beside you as you rest against his chest, his voice echoing through you with every passing page. Your eyes grow groggy and you hear him chuckle, “tired sweetheart?” Your answer doesn’t matter much. You’ll remain where you are. Carefully perched on his lap as you drift off, his fingers playing absentmindedly with your hair. Suddenly, his attention wasn’t really on his book anymore.

Or, maybe you’ll just walk! You know who he is; probably where he came from he sees no reason to put up an act with you. A simple chat will do.

If you know him from one of his many escapades, know the him all dolled up and fake then you’ll probably wind up at a fancy restaurant. He’ll treat you to the works, the full 9*. You’ll be able to indulge in whatever you desire (and hopefully by the end of the night: him. Though his expectations are quite low on that.)

Can’t imagine him being very touchy on a first date, not unless he was properly invested. Like if you knew each other a while and the event wasn’t spontaneous I can imagine him being very cuddly. You’ve agreed to go on a date with him, this will not be the last and he’s certainly going to get what he can out of it.

So, if you’re a target that he’s had his eye on for a while, he’ll put up a gentlemanly front: butter you up. Try his luck as his arm comes to rest against the crook of your back, fingers running small circles agaisnt your hips. You’re practically glued to his side as he looks down at you with that oh so charming smile. Or how he insists on another bottle of wine for you both to share whilst you’re sat at the table, just to watch the way you trip over yourself. Each slurred word sending shivers down his spine. He’ll offer you a hotel in your inebriated state: walking you to your room, keeping you steady. A part of him (an alarmingly large part he notes) wishes to be bold and leave you a souvenir of your night together, the rest of him knows how to play this game. Knows better than that. He’ll leave it be for tonight, no use in moving too fast after all. You’re an investment. One he intends to make worth his while.

Aaaaand if you’re some lucky shmuck: he’ll see how the night goes. Truth be told, he’s using you. You were his pass for whatever caper he happened to be on the night you two met and since then you’ve been simply smitten. He can’t say it’s been a bother, you’re cute by all means considered and don’t impose on his work: so he humoured you. And now, you’re sat face to face as he spins another tale of his grandiose, noble lineage. You were so enthralled in his lies. The night would drag on and before you knew it, a swift peck on the cheek; promise for another and he’d be gone.

In terms of choosing a pet with an S/O Chrollo strikes me as the kind of guy who’d go for a cat. It’s not top docile but not some unruly beast. Plus, there’s the added bonus of letting it wander: it won’t demand attention at every second of the day. Just slink in and slink out every now and then. It’d probably be a stray, he has a tendency to like them more.

If we’re going on terms of expense? Lizards, you’d wind up with a whole bunch of expensive and equally exotic reptiles. A chameleon maybe? Just like him, it can blend into any crowd. A kindred spirit.

Feitan

A date? With him? Really? But why? That’s just a waste of time.

Unlike Chrollo, Feitan doesn’t do outside gigs often and especially doesn’t do anything that would involve getting touchy feely. So, likelihood is you’re a fellow trope member or at least someone who knows him well.

Still. Getting a date with him will be hard.

Obscenely so.

You’ll most likely stay at whatever base the Troupe had made, maybe play a game? Talk?

If he’s feeling up to it he’ll probably steal a fancy Chardonnay and light candles, it’s nothing too special but it’s a nice touch.

If he’s the one to suggest the date however. Oh boy, you best prepare good.

Feitan is an odd soul, he doesn’t really understand that you might not want to start the date with him brutally mangling a chauffeur. But, the rest of the night will certainly make up for that. You won’t be leaving his side: at all, like not once. Don’t even try it. His hand is glued to yours as he drags you through streets. He made an effort tonight, in a suit.

It’s anyone’s guess as to where you’ll wind up, most likely a store you’d expressed interest in, a movie you’d been talking about recently or a restaurant that you liked the food from. Either way it’s free for the both of you.

You may wind up completely alone on a candle lit dinner, flirtatious banter rolling of his tongue in drunken clumps if he loosens up enough (which is a big if)

He’ll bite you at least once throughout the date. Not even because he thought it would be romantic, he just wanted to.

Pet wise? Something small, that he can vary around. Probably a snake or a rodent. He’d say things like “Need violent. Help out.” Then you’ll catch him with his little rat nestled into his hood.

It’s not a pet for the both of you, it’s a pet for him. Which, you don’t really mind afterall it quells his little attachment outbursts

Phinks

Basic. I mean real basic.

He’s nervous as on a first date.

Will talk about himself a lot but he’s not trying to be rude (maybe)

You’ll most likely head out to a restaurant or a movie.

Unlike Feitan, Phinks may actually pay for his meal and the event’s expenses. Give the facade of a normal date and not a robbery.

If you know him from the troupe he probably won’t prioritise keeping up appearances unless you’ve expressed you want a normal night. If you don’t: it’ll be like every teen movie fantasy.

He had protested agaisnt your movie of choice, called it “bland” and talked of there “being so many better options.” But, you swear, with his eyes glued intently on the screen before you; his arm slung over your shoulder, you caught the occasional flicker of a smile.

Pet wise? Dog. This is just a fact, you’re getting a dog. Maybe a Labrador or a Cane Corso? He’s a sucker for loyalty and more than willing to put in the effort of caring for it.

Machi

“A date? But why? We spend enough time together here, don’t we?”

It’s not that she doesn’t want to go on one, she’s just aware that her presence as an on site doctor is important. (And values the money)

She’s perfectly capable of being romantic; this date will show that. When you inevitably get her to cave.

It’ll probably be a cafe, ice cream venue: something small. Unlike the others, she doesn’t try to blow you away with bold or tacky displays. The image will perfectly replicate a domestic scene.

The two of you, sat beside one another on a flimsy outdoor table. You’d ordered milkshakes, similarly to Phinks if you wanted normalcy she’d be more than happy to pay, occasional bouts of small talk drifted between the two of you. Eventually her hand found your own and the small talk fell to teasing, a gentle thumb caressing the back of your hand. “How’s your drink?” The question seemed off in the onslaught of flirtatious remarks, her monotonous front swiftly returning. She hummed at your response. “Want to try some of mine?”

If you refuse, she’ll simply shrug and return to the mismatch mix of small talk and romance.

If you say you do want to however, that’s a different story. She pushes the glass towards you; you lean in -tentatively- to grab it. Nothing much else happens: the flavours meet your tongue and your guard begins to lower. Suddenly, a warmth floods through you, as in a swift motion, Machi planks a kiss on your cheek. It’s nothing big, nothing bold. But, it lasts, a lingering knot in your chest. She’s had the effect she wanted and knows that. It was cute watching you regain composure: keep your guard up, she’ll be testing your reflexes again soon.

Pet wise I’m thinking a scavenger, like a fox or something. She’s not going to get a conventional pet, maybe on your way back home you catch a glimpse of orange? She’s enamoured with the thing in seconds.

Either that or a bird, she’d probably train it to help with her nensticthes. (not that she needs it)

Shalnark

He’s the one to ask you.

The date’s perfect, down to every detail. All tailored to your tastes.

He’s very cuddly during the whole ordeal so best be prepared.

The date itself would consist of a flurry of different activities, all scheduled to fit neatly into whatever time you had. If something were to come up that you seemed particularly fond of, he’d drop the rest. Instead, turning his attention to ensuring you kept on enjoying whatever it was you were both doing.

Shalnark strikes me as the kind of guy to want to go shopping for a date and likely wouldn’t be of shy of this fact. Bringing a small purse (mostly filled with trinkets and not actually money) to elude to his wants.

You’re ending the night with at least 1 set of matching items and him practically glued to you: one arm wrapped around your waste and another occasionally fiddling with loose aspects of your attire, bombarding you with questions: “did you enjoy yourself?” “Ooh, next time we should get XXX.” “Why’d you choose to wear this? Not that I’m complaining, you look stunning, just curious~”

Overall? It’s quite the fruitful experience.

Pet wise: Shalnark doesn’t really care, he’s always wanted to see how well he could look after a fish or rodent of some kind but has also always adored the idea of owning some big, fluffy creature. He’ll most likely wind up looking up pros and cons and running off of that.

Pakunoda

Restaurant date all the way.

Like Shalnark, she’s the one to suggest the idea to you.

She goes all out. And I mean all out. When you first see her, she’s stunning. Hair pristine, brilliant outfit, heels adding to her already towering height.

She’s not shy with compliments, her hand resting in the crook of your arm. Every word is picked with poise, with no doubt on sincerity.

The night is normal all things considered, she’s more than willing to pay and almost bends over backwards to ensure nothing ‘thievish’ happens.

The dinner would be lovely, you can’t help but note the meticulous care placed into every action. The seating giving you just the seclusion she needs to smother you with flirtatious quips. She’s good with her tongue as well, knows every which way, every which syllable to elicit the exact reactions she wants. The night would be one to remember; depending on the status of your relationship, might stay with you a few days longer.

“You like the food, love?” You mumble your response through a mouthful, nodding your head to accentuate your point. This earns a hearty laugh from the woman, “Mhm, I’m glad to hear it.” Her eyes don’t leave your figure for one second. She’d been like that all night, drinking in every aspect of your form, “Have I told you how good you look tonight?” She had, a lot, but the sentiment stood strong nonetheless.

Pet wise? Also a cat. Paku’s just a cat lady I don’t make the rules, probably a long hair. Like a Turkish Angora or Cymric.

Hisoka

Oh boy. Really? I mean, really?

It’s your funeral and I’m not even certain I can say that figuratively.

The date is anyone’s guess. Could be a restaurant or it could be something obscene like rock climbing, rollerblading, go karting. Whatever it is, it won’t be boring.

He’ll pick an activity that forces proximity, you’re going to be close for the whole night. A means of bonding if you will.

Hisoka thrives on attention and watching skill in action, so his ideal date would encompass both of those qualities. On one hand, you’re both pressed up against one another, full reign to do what you’d like (within account of public decency of course) and on the other, you’re showing exceptional stamina and strength in keeping up with him.

No shortage of flirting here folks, every other word will carry some lewd innuendo you’re sure not to miss.

By the end you’ll definitely have some marks on you, whether from him or the date itself is 50/50. If it is from the date’s activities however, he’d always be open to remedy that.

“I have to say, I’m quite impressed you know.” The words were hardly audible from your positioning, you were far more focused on keeping yourself upright anyhow. “If I’d have known you were this capable I would’ve suggested another activity.” There’s an underlying threat to his words, yet somehow the compliment (if you could call it that) leaves a pink hue upon your cheeks.

Pets. Hmmm, pets. Hisoka would need something that wouldn’t settle down, wouldn’t rely on routine so most domestic animals are off the table for him. Things that need specific conditions would also be a no. Overall Hisoka needs something that can keep up with his sporadic lifestyle, otherwise he’ll leave it behind. Which really leaves very little options on the table.

But, there’s a chance something might sweep him off his feet and I’d be willing to bet that’d be a spider or reptile of some kind, something that he knows could and would kill him. The thought of snakes and their incapability to love would probably excite him.

Illumi

Boring.

Very, very, very boring.

He does everything he’s meant to and I mean that he tick every little box. There’s no excitement here unless he has a job or someone does something.

And oh boy, you better believe you’re not walking out of there without at least something to show of it.

He is rather gentle with you, if it weren’t for his overall aloof demeanour you may be prone to calling it endearing. Overall, Illumi would be a rather: interesting case. Unless you somehow sparked something in him you’d probably be best holding off on the dates for a while. But hey! You tried right?

Pet wise, why would he need another? He has Mike. It’s a little too much responsibility with how much he moves around, though if he had to chose it’d probably be a rabbit. Why? He couldn’t say, has just always been drawn to them.

This is like my first time writing any of these characters other than Chrollo so I hope I did them justice-

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hisokakissmeplz · 2 years ago

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How they Eat Pussy

super nsfw mdni

Adulttrio, Leorio, Machi

Machi

She is the queen of it

Although she prefers receiving she doesn't cut corners when giving

She knows where it is obviously

She kissed you right after too

Would tie her hair back before if it isn't already up yk

Omg this woman would be so good at it though

She likes the pie in the sky position but also just having you on your back with your legs spread too

Would squeeze your ass during

And your tits

She loves touching your body and your moans and gasps just encouraging her

She isn't much of a tease however she'll make you cum untill she's done

Leorio

As I've said before, the coochieman

he's good at it considering he's very inexperienced

You had to tell him where it is

Gets super nervous and shy when you ask for it

He has really long fingers ;)

Likes when you're sitting on the couch and he's on the floor eating you out with your legs over his shoulders

He honestly loves doing it so much

He's super nervous to ask tho

Asks you if he's doing good or if you like it while he's going down on you

Would love when you praise him about it or moan his name during

Illumi

He probably didn't even know what oral sex was until you told him, honestly

he's a quick learner though

long ass fingers again

He probably has lip piercings too

He doesn't ask you for it but is more than willing to if you ask

Truth is he's nervous

also he really thought that sex was only about procreation until he met you

He's pretty well informed on the body bc he's and assassin

Still had to ask Hisoka where it is though

Talks about how good you are for him while he's going down on you and how slutty you are for asking him to eat you

Hisoka

Munch

Most definitely like I couldn't see him not living and breathing eating you out

His favorite meal of the day

Tells you how good you taste and how much he loves going down on you

we're all aware of how pretty his hands and fingers are

if you're lucky and he feels generous he'll cut his fingernails but most of the time he just like covers them with bungee gum or smth

Probably eats ass too if you're cool with that

"Hiso what do you want to eat?" "You." Or "Baby, how do you expect me to eat anything when all I can think about is how good you taste between your legs?"

I think about this non-stop

Absolutely knows where it is

Vamp ifykyk

Would eat it after you two have sex too he doesn't gaf if you're dripping with his cum he a freak

Wakes you up with it

Loves when you sit on his face

Chrollo

Adores going down on you

You had to tell him where it was

Likes when you stand above him and he kneels infront of you with one of your legs draped over his shoulder

very reassuring during too

Always reminds you how good you are and how much likes it

he's vamp too

Leaves hickies all over your thighs while he's down

Likes when you're commanding him what to do or how to use his mouth

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candykenma · 6 months ago

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Hi can I please request a Oneshot Fanfic whatever of uhh.. oh I'm so embarrassed —//—✨🌸 Hisomachi?😭 (Hisoka x Machi HxH*) I KNOW I have horrible taste in ship's please forgive me!🙏💞🌹 All I ask is if it can be fluff or something NOT Angst!🎐 That's all I really ask I could add more details but I'm so embarrassed°///° TYSM!! I really appreciate your time!🃏🧵💖

Hisomachi Fanfic ☁️

Cleaning Wounds

Hisoka wasn't really used to being taken care of what so ever nor did he necessarily have a desire to. Machi on the other hand is one for taking care of considering her nen ability So imagine her face when hisoka comes by to see her all torn up for the first time as her lover.

Hisoka opened the door to machi's apartment not bothering to knock considering his lack of boundaries, his eyes start to scan the room searching for his girlfriend untill his eyes landing oto her beautiful silhouette in a nightgown which she had put on priar to expecting him. She then turns around asking ," Not going to try and get me out of this?". To her surprise she sees hisoka with a million minor cuts and his arm torn. She quickly regains her composure sitting him down on the bed and activating her nen ability in a attempt to stop the bleeding. "Thank you machi" he says in a perverted tone which earned an eye roll towards him. After machi finished stitching up her perverted fight crazy boyfriend she sat on his lap him leaning back moving his hands to hold onto her by her ass. She blushes at the interaction and kissed him on the check resting her forehead on his chin. Eventually machi fall asleep in his arms and it's a cute little moment

P.s. it was really hard to write for this ship because it was really foreign for me.

#hisoka #hxh anime #hxh #hxh fanfic #machi komacine #hisomachi #machi hxh #hunter x hunter #fanfic #character x character #fandom #one shot #anime fluff #fluff

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takkarulz · 2 years ago

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Beraking Bungee Gum

Chapter 1

It wasn’t all the days where the York New Police agent Uvogin found such a meth lab hidden in the suburbs, and neither were days where days where Uvogin, the eldest brother of Machi was able to let her sister to see the place where the whole thing was made.

"This place looks like trash. Not even a fucking raccoon would dare to live, let alone work here." Said Machi feeling disgusted by all the grime and mess surounding the place. Everything was dusty, there was mold on the roof and she could see pieces of candy packages and empty pizza boxes laying around without in a chaotic manner. Not even the shittiest lab she had ever worked looked so disshelved. Hell, even some of the equipment looked like toys from those Bill Nye Science Guy kits she gave to her daugder in elementary school.

"Yet somehow this bunch of messy crimminals got away with making big bucks with this. They made 1555000 jenni with this shit." Snarked Uvogin.

"1555000?" Said Machi surprised.

"Yes, they made that. Anyway, I got to check stuff about this with Bono's help. Stay here and don’t try to sniff those things there!" Concluded Uvogin as he got out the dingy house.

Machi was shocked. How the hell those fuckers could make in so much money in so little time? They did in a few weeks what she could only do into five months of her job! Machi sighed. If only she could have that money she wouldnt be so worried about her husband failed career, nor paying for Shizuku's therapy, nor finishing to pay all the debts of Sarasa's premature birth care, and much less about her illness. Machi bite her own lips. There was no way she could tell Chrollo and Shizuku that she had cancer and that it was very likely that she wasn’t going to live for much longer. Chrollo was already stressed when Machi had to return to work not even three months after Sasara´s birth, but he knew that it was up to Machi and her STEM degree to keep afloat their economy. Sadly, due all her years out of the job marked due being taking care her autistic daughter Shizuku, Machi couldn’t find a job aside, as being a chemistry teacher in the same rancid school that her daughter was enrolled.

Machi througs drifted away as she heard a small noise near the window that disturbed her. She crawled carefully outsides the window, encountering a rather familiar face, trying to run away with some meth packages in his hands.

“Hisoka?” Asked Machi perplexed after seeing that man running infraganti.

Hisoka Morrow had been a college classmate of her, who had a horrible reputation of partying hard and barely studying for his projects. She remembered with disgust that time they were assigned to do a project together in organic chemistry, and how, despite understanding everything he barely did a shit for her. Professors always assigned them together since they believed that Machi’s intelligence could prevent Hisoka from failing the semester. It hardly work, since Hisoka would end dragging Machi grades with his laziness and careless behavior. The only fond memory she had of Hisoka was the day they finally expelled him from the university after making a prank against their bioethics professor. Although, to be true, Hisoka sometimes could be very fun to have as co-worker in her projects, he would be always the one who forced her to take breaks and go to the corner store for candy or some drink to ease the times, not mention how handsome he was. Hell, even she remembers making out with him one day after being bored to dead in some run of the mill parties that their university student’s council used to make every certain time. Even after all those years Machi could still see the sculptural round ass and those well-defined muscular arms of that man as toned as in their youth, not to mention that silly face, almost free of wrinkles.

“Oh. Nice to see you after so much time…” Said Hisoka surprised.

How the hell that woman ended there? Did she work for the cops? Was she stalking him? Hisoka feel embarrassed about finding out the woman who he used to clown in class chasing him, probably with intentions of denouncing him and handing him to prison. Machi looked just as gorgeous as when she was young, having her lustrous lavender hair put in a messy ponytail, and wearing a sleeveless shirt that let him have a full look her glorious bosom and toned arms. Despite the years she was still was the hottie that he always wanted to seduce and make hers and of none one more…

“Where you cooking that shit inside the house?” Asked Machi angry.

“Yes of course my dear! Tho, I got a bit of help. That Kastro guy helped me a bit with the cooking, I was more into distributing the product.” Said Hisoka.

Machi saw Hisoka and his amber almond shaped eyes with determination before uttering a word that would definitively change the course of their lives forever.

“Hisoka, we need to cook meth together.”

Hisoka laughed in silence at the offer that Machi was making. Was this suburban mom was going to break bad and start making meth?

“I’m serious about it. I know chemistry and I know how to make a meth of such a quality than none one is going to buy from somebody else than us.” Said Machi.

“It is not that easy babe. We are not selling Herbalife or cakes for the school sale.” Said Hisoka smugly.

“I know and I don’t care. I just want to get the money. But if you don’t help me to sell meth I will denounce you to my brother and you will have your pretty ass handed to jail in mere seconds.” Sentenced Machi.

“Huh? I guess I cannot reject that offer. But I will but one condition.”

“Spill it.”

“Let’s go to a date together!”

“Fuck not, I’m married.”

“Well, then I guess I’m going to jail…” Said defiantly Hisoka.

“Fine! We are going to a date but just as friends!”

“Mexican food or sushi?”

“Mexican food, that sushi they sell here is absolutely shit.”

“All right! We see us Friday at 6: 30 at the Mexican chicken restaurant near Urameshi avenue.”

“Ok, but don’t dare you to forget about our business. Here is my number.” Said Machi giving him a presentation card that she keept in her pocket in case of miraculously reciving a good job offer.

“I won’t my sweet-heart! Here is my number too!” Said Hisoka as he got up and wrote in a napkin his phone number, along a strange emoji ⭐️—_—💧.

Machi sighed as Hisoka ran away, remembering that that weird emoji had been Hisoka trademark since they were in college.

💖☠️💖☠️💖☠️💖☠️💖☠️💖☠️💖☠️💖☠️💖

Hiii! I made some minor changes to the Breaking Bad plot to make sense in this fanfic. Also I made Sarasa and Shizuku Chrollo and Machi children and I gave Machi her traditional lavander hair from the 1999 anime.

#hxh #hunter x hunter #breaking bad #breaking bad au #hisomachi #hisoka #machi #takka fanfics

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machisneedle · 4 days ago

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⋆˚࿔ welcome to my blog ! 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

This blog I've made is dedicated to writing for my interests!! So basically, I write fanfics is the easiest way to put it ☆₊˚ ₍ᐢ. ̫.ᐢ₎

Intro 🕷️ྀི` .

For a quick understanding of who I am and what I do, my name is iris and I'm 19, 20 in March!

My main hyperfixations right now are hunter x hunter IM SO IN LOVE W FEITAN RAHH <33.

I also really like honkai star rail, zenless zone zero and sometimes genshin (I don't play the game but adore the characters).

Some other animes I enjoy are jujutsu kaisen , chainsaw man , hellsing , higarashi when they cry and jojos bizarre adventure !

Blog rules and who I write for 🕷️ྀི` .

Rules

With fanfics, especially smut, I'm not picky with what I read or write ? But I obviously do have my limits.

I won't write bathroom stuff... It just grosses me out sorry.

Hard gun or knife play that could risk safety, not sure it just feels awkward to me.

L0l1-c0n/inappropriate activities with underage people, i will write fluff or friendship headcanons for minors but refuse to write smut, unless i age them up.

Unneeded abuse, now that sounds bad but stuff that feeds into a fetish instead of a plot I mean.

Those are my main rules, and I am willing to write more... unconventional stuff like (somno , light non-con , light feet stuff). Not that I'm particularly interested in it sexually , I just find it interesting to write.

Who I write for

Hunter x hunter -

Feitan , chrollo , kurapika , machi , pakunoda , sometimes hisoka , shalnark , illumi , shizuku , gon (platonicly) and killua (platonicly).

Honkai star rail -

Blade , Sunday , moze , jiaoqiu , doctor ratio , jade , acheron , kafka and also jing yuan maybe.

Genshin -

Capitano , neuvillette , kazuha , Al-haitham , diluc , Lisa , raiden shogun / ei and clorinde.

Zenless zone zero -

Seth , wise and lighter.

Jujutsu kaisen-

Yuta okkotsu (aged up) , suguru geto , megumi fushiguro (aged up) and maki zenin (aged up).

⋆˚࿔ Final notes ! 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

My asks are very much open so if you want me to write something just ask !

Remember to drink water and goodbye <3

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rinhxh · 2 years ago

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As HisoMachi shipper too, I want to share a bit of my opinion too for your 'insane' (but possible) ideas 🤭:

1. This is most likely. In my imagination too, maybe Hisoka has sent her a secret message (via Illumi or simply via cellphone even though I've never seen Machi use a cellphone before 😅) to make an agreement to meet alone.

Of course he knew Machi would definitely accept it and would keep this a secret from the other PT members including Chrollo.

This also explains her glance at Illumi that time. Not because she suspected Illumi as Hisoka, but received Hisoka's message from him (?)

2. Possibility about pregnancy are close to 0, but what a great idea and very fanfic material.

Maybe they both did 'it' before Chrollo x Hisoka's death match, when Hisoka paid in advance for Machi's nen stitches.

I doubt that at that time there was absolutely no conversation or interesting moment between them. 😶‍🌫️

I mean, it's Chrollo. Not (normal) Gon or Kastro.

I always imagined, when they were talking alone (without Nobunaga & Kalluto of course), maybe Machi had tried to 'persuade' Hisoka to cancel his plan, although of course she also knew it was useless.

Both of them knew that, whatever the outcome, it might be their last meeting in good terms.

Hisoka is very confident that he will beat Chrollo, that means Machi will become his enemy if that happens.

As for Machi, it was Chrollo who proposed the death match, most likely Machi knew about it. And because she was so sure that Chrollo would win = Hisoka's death.

Both of them probably thought the meeting was the last, so Hisoka once again tried his luck asking Machi, and this time Machi didn't refuse him. 🤡✌️

Why do you think Machi is in the cabin instead of joining the Troupe members to go hunt for Hisoka in the Black Whale?

Oh, Anon! I wish I knew because it really puzzles me. For someone who wanted to flip the coin with Chrollo about who was gonna kill Hisoka she's being very... Inactive? Idk. This is something I really want to understand.

I'll tell you my sane theory: she needs time/space to prepare for her strategy against Hisoka. Also, just like Franklin, she knows Hisoka's gonna find her anyway, so if she stays in there he'll find her in the location she wanted him to find her, and one she chose to her benefit somehow.

I have (⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ insane ⁠♡*⁠｡⁠ ideas too (IDEAS, not theories) and I'll put them under the cut so you can choose to proceed or not. Ofc, don't do it if you don't ship HisoMachi.

1) She's with the real Hisoka while the one we saw is a fake one (Chrollo or Illumi? Choose your favorite). Making an agreement? Making out? Just trying to kill him? All of it? Who knows. It's a good prompt for fanfiction tho *wink wink*

2) She found out she's pregnant and is trying to assimilate/decide what to do. Another fanfiction idea. I'm just weak for the idea of her messing up and getting pregnant with Hisoka's baby before his fight with Chrollo just to find out about it on the ship. Love the angst of this scenario.

Wish I had more crazy ideas on it but that's it. If you have any, please tell me ♡

#hisomachi #hunter x hunter #hunter x hunter machi #hxh machi #machi komacine #hunter x hunter hisoka #hunter x hunter hisomachi #hxh hisoka #hxh #hisoka morow

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o7k5a8m9i · 6 months ago

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~♡Perfect Little Family ♤~ Hisomachi

{Recap!🧵🃏 Machi finds out she's pregnant and the father is Hisoka. now He's asked who the father is, what will the outcome be!..} ⚠️You Must read the other chapters before this one to Understand what's going on!⚠️⬇️⬇️⬇️ here's the second latest chapter^^

Chapter 3: ~Father~🧵🃏

[Machi just gave him the hardest stare. looking into his soul as if saying "It's you" Hisoka picked up on this then spoke again]

Hisoka: I..is it me?~...(*his smile widen's a bit*)

Machi: .... (*sighs*)...yes... it's you dumbass...

[Hisoka's smiles the biggest Machi's every seen. tears form at the end of his eyes]

Hisoka: Oh my God.... really!?~ I can't believe it!! my lovely Machi is pregnant!~ but not just pregnant with any baby but My baby!~^^

[although Machi'd really like to tell him off right about now... she couldn't. she saw how happy he was and it even filled her with happiness. a very small bit. but it was still there]

Machi: yup...I guess I am...(*very small smile*)

Hisoka: so when did you find out?~

Machi: a week and a half ago

Hisoka: Oh wow... I'm gonna be father~ I never thought of the possiblity of that but oh to hell with it! I'll have a child to take care of a real child my child...our child~^^

[as far as Machi knows this is the happiest she's ever seen him. well as far as genuine happiness]

Machi: y... yeah..I never really thought about it either

Hisoka: well...this is all assuming you keep the baby...

[a bit of sadness filled his voice. and a bit of sadness rush's over Machi. thinking about aborting the baby. she hasn't really thought about it till now]

Machi: ...look I don't know yet I wanted to talk to you about it first...

Hisoka: Oh well a appreciate that~^^

Machi: so what do you want. for me to keep it or not...

Hisoka: well I think it should be up to you~ but if it was up to me I'd like if you keep it~

Machi: ok... I'll ask Dancho about it later...

Hisoka: Chrollo doesn't know yet?~ (*A bit of a smirk on his face*) I guess I was the first person you told~

Machi: Shut up!! it doesn't really matter!.. I told you cuz you're the damn father!..

Hisoka: Oh yes yes~ am I really the father though?~

Machi:How many times do I have to say it! your the damn dad!

Hisoka: Oh⭐—_— 💧well...how do you know?~

Machi: look I KNOW ok!?/// (*blushs a TINY bit*)

Hisoka: ok ok fine~

[Machi Cross's her arms over her chest clearly annoyed by him]

Machi: Anyway I'm gonna go.

Hisoka: Where you going dear?~

Machi: to rest..and stop calling me "Dear"

Hisoka: Aww but I like to call you that it's cute~

Machi: you make it sound like we're a married couple...uhh..

Hisoka: but Machi~ Someday we might just be~

Machi: yeah in your dreams..

Hisoka: Oh but Machi we might already have a kid how far off is marriage~

Machi: Just shut it! I'm taking one thing at a time so shut the Hell up!

Hisoka: Ok fine -_-....

Machi: ok I'm gonna go talk to Dancho....

Hisoka: ok good luck dear~

[And with that she gave him a dirty look and walked off]

HISOKA POV: Hmmm maybe my fight with Chrollo can wait a little longer~ I'd like to see how this goes~ I never planned for a child~

{To be continued🌷}

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A/N I tired remember this is cringe & OOC sorry 😭💖 I know it took awhile✨🌸 please forgive me!🌹

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eyesofbong · 4 months ago

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(!☆!: Reader is written as a female)

Ch. 1: The Fallen Shepherd is out now!

Author's Note: This is a rewritten version of an old idea I had planned for a fic/series, sparked by sudden inspiration and a plethora of ideas, as it takes place before the events of the York New Arc. I plan to update chapters weekly. As for now, here is the summary!

You were once a well-known Hunter, a name whispered with respect and fear alike, until you vanished, leaving your past behind. But when a young man’s tragic story awakens old wounds, you return, determined to finish one last job. Disguised as a devout follower, you infiltrate a quiet town where a beloved priest hides in plain sight. You soon recognize the ghost of the child you once cared for haunting the Phantom Troupe leader in question. As you walk the fine line between duty and personal guilt, you must decide: can you bring down the monster he’s become, or will the weight of your own failures trap you in his web?

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maria-aooo · 2 years ago

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Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Hunter X Hunter Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Hisoka/Machi (Hunter X Hunter), Theta/Tserriednich Hui Guo Rou Characters: Machi (Hunter x Hunter), Hisoka (Hunter X Hunter), Tserriednich Hui Guo Rou, Theta (Hunter X Hunter) Summary:

A series of short fics

Chapter 3 just uploaded

#hisomachi #hisoka #machi #hunter x hunter #fanfic

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sekceesimps · 4 years ago

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A Rose Made of Chains Teaser

a/n thank you so much for 25 followers! Here is the teaser to a new chapter fic I’m writing. We plan on publishing the first couple chapters at 50 followers. Thanks for all the support guys.

Sincerely Coffee

Teaser for a Rose Made of Chains.

Ch 1 Ch 2 Ch 3

teaser for part 2, Ch 4, Ch 5, Ch 6, Ch 7

A soulmate AU chapter fic of Kurapika (Aged Up) and Reader who was kidnapped by the Phantom Troupe

Pairings: Kurapika x fem!reader (romantic), Chrollo x reader (romantic), Hisoka x reader (if you squint), Machi x reader (if you squint), gon killua leorio x reader (platonic), troupe x reader (platonic)

Story Warnings: smut, kidnapping, violence, torture, improper use of nen, stockholm syndrome, psychological abuse, forced kiss, body insecurities, dub con

Panicked breaths tore through the silent room. Your ragged gasps for air breaking the peace of the pitch dark stillness. As your eyes slowly adjust you try to calm yourself, you focus on your soulmark and the level-headed blonde that has the matching one. It used to feel like reassurance but now it’s become a mark of pain and conflict.

“How are you feeling?” a calming baritone voice spoke through the darkness. As he steps forward you take in his menacing appearance. He’d come to visit your torture sessions several times before already. Each time he would stand close to the shadows, just out of sight, but still close enough for you to see him. He never said much, choosing to watch you instead.

“I’d feel better if you just let me leave” you whimper softly. The ropes that a spider had secured on you when you had gotten here were digging roughly into your skin. You felt like your nen was constrained and it was hard to breath.

“You know I can’t do that darling,” he all but purred, the pet name setting your face on fire with blush. “all you have to do is say yes.” he continued, coming closer and closer to your face. You do your best to move away from him. “Perhaps I should introduce myself. My name is Chrollo Lucilfer. It truly is a shame that we had to meet like this.” he had his finger raised now and languidly stroked the side of your cheek.

You whimper softly at his movement. His intense ashen eyes felt like they were piercing your soul. “All you have to do is say yes and all of the pain can go away,” he grinned down at your pitifully shaking form.

Your tangible fear seemed to edge him on as he got closer and closer to the side of your face. “I don’t want to,” you stated in a last attempt of defiance.

His warm breath was fanning across your bloodied cheek. “Oh, but you will.” He remarked casually before leaning down further to your flushed body.

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vanicayra · 4 years ago

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"Why did I took this program again?"Machi muttered to herself as she stared at her book. Her head was aching already for all the stress that she's been through. Since the final exam for the first semester is approaching, she has to study hard because she was aiming for a Latin Honor which will lead her to a vast opportunity in Med School. Scholarship in particular, that she really needs. She's not actually well off. She was an orphan just like her friends however, despite that, she is trying her best to reach her goals in life and her friends is what she considers as her family. They always support each other.

"Right, Biology is my favorite subject and at the same time a pre-course for med school." She said softly, talking to herself. She eyed her phone and saw that it was quarter to eight, even though the University library closes at ten, she's feeling tired and just want to go to their apartment. She lives with Paku and Shizuku while the boys live with Chrollo. Even though, she wanted to stay with them, she just can't because the noise that the boys were doing is affecting her academic.

The assistant librarian smiled at her when she received her library card. Machi just gave a cold nod to the guy as she get her stuff and walk away from the place. As soon as she step out of the building, she shivers from the cold air. Her head pulsated with a familiar pain, she needs rest or she will suffer again from migraine.

"Hey Machi! Going home?" Machi ignored that familiar voice from her side and proceeded on walking. She once again shivered when the cold air brush her face, neck and arms, igniting a new and painful throb on her head. She has to endure it or either stop in a nearby coffeeshop to buy some hot beverage however, that thought vanished when warmness and Hisoka's scent envelop her.

She stopped from her track as he stared the man with a questioning look.

"I just felt that you need it." The man shrugged as he fixed the blazer over Machi's shoulder.

"It's fine Hisoka. I'll be stopping in a nearby coffeeshop to buy some hot tea."

"Na~ah!" He replied, patting Machi's shoulder.

"No, really it's fine." She voiced out trying to get the blazer off her shoulder but she immediately stop when her temple throb again. Too painful that she has to close her eyes and breathe deeply. Hisoka sighed and tag her. For years that they know each other, just from Machi's response, he knew already what's happening.

"Stop being stubborn and let's just go." He said, dragging her by intertwining her small, cold hands with his rough and warm hands.

Machi did not utter anything, scared that her head will throb again and at the same time, even though she denies, a part of her enjoys Hisoka's warm hand.

#hisoka x machi #hisomachi #hunter x hunter #fanfic #college au

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lacedinlucilfer · 3 years ago

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To Claim You As Mine

A Feitan x Reader Fanfic

Warnings: Dubcon, Smut, Breeding Kink, Slight Violence against reader, Slut Shaming, Feitan being mean.

Description: Feitan punishes you for letting someone else use your body.

Feitan growls and grips harder onto you, tugging your hair backwards and pulling a loud cry out of you. “You. Come with me now.” He didn’t give you any choice as he dragged you away from the main room in the Phantom Troupe’s decided hideout. You began to panic, knowing that whatever he wanted to do with you while being this angry, would not end well for you. He continued to pull you up the stairs of the dark abandoned apartment building, fingernails digging into your upper arm painfully. “Feitan- Please…You're hurting me.” You pleaded with him, trying to grab at his arm to get him to lighten his grip. “Shut your mouth.” He gritted his teeth and pulled you along even quicker, dragging you through the hallway before finding a door that opened to an almost completely empty apartment.

He tossed you forward, only barely holding back his strength and sending you fumbling to the floor. Why was he so upset? Have you done something wrong? You began to urgently try and remember exactly what had pissed the shorter man off so much, but he didn’t give you much time to even contemplate. He towered over you as you frantically tried to sit up, only for him to shove you back down harshly with his foot. “Whore.” That one word was all it took to make you realize why he was being so aggressive with you. The two of you weren’t together but you had slept with him more than one now, but lately he had been gone on a long mission alongside Machi and Shalnark. While he was gone, you had gotten lonely and allowed Phinks to fill his shoes for a bit while he was gone. You didn’t think about it being a real problem at the moment but now faced with Feitan and his rage and new found jealousy, you understood. Feitan was dangerously possessive.

“I’m sorry! I was lonely and-”you weren’t allowed to finish your feeble apology as he slapped your uncovered thigh without holding back, leaving a bright red hand print on it. You yelped out in pain, trying to pull your legs away from him, but he was swift to crouch down and grab your calf, pulling you back to him with a vice-like grip. “Don’t care.” His other hand gripped onto your jaw, forcing you to look up at him, his anger clear on his face. “He told me. You let the others do this?” Immediately you tried to shake your head no against his grip, tears burning your eyes. “No!” Your words were muffled by the way he gripped your face, fingers burying into your cheeks.

He was beyond angry, returning to the hideout to hear from Phink’s that you had allowed him to take you raw. You had cried and bitched when he asked to fuck you without protection and he had generously obliged to your request. Not only had you allowed another man to fuck you, but you had given him more freedom than you’d given Feitan. Since when had Feitan told you that you were allowed to sleep with anyone else anyways? “How do I know that is the truth? Bet you let Hisoka take you as well?” He was seething and his words were laced with venom.

“Of course not! I hate him!”

“Mhm.” Feitan let go of you and stood up straight once again, beginning to slowly walk around the side of the room. His eyebrows furrowed as he began to ponder how he was going to teach you a lesson, you obviously didn’t understand that you belonged to him. You didn’t dare try and sit up or move, knowing that would only anger him further. Even though his anger was scary, his possessiveness was almost attractive, you had gone to him first for a reason after all. You had wanted him to be aggressive and harsh with you, now you were getting just what you asked for in the beginning.

“Stand up.” He ordered, stopping in front of you and sneering down at your pitiful form. You quickly fumbled to your feet, wiping at your clothes as you did so before giving him those sappy doe eyes that you know he enjoys. Seeing you so submissive and reliant on him only usually ever fuels his insatiable desire for you. He scoffs as he meets your eyes and averts his gaze for a moment before clenching his jaw, “Strip. Now. No questions.”

You oblige, knowing that the odds of one of the other members coming up to find you was small, almost everybody knows about you and Feitan’s relationship. Your top went first as you crossed your arms and gripped the bottom of your blouse, pulling it straight off and over you heard. Next was your shorts, you buried your thumbs in the waistband and pulled them down, kicking them away from your and leaving yourself in just your panties and bra. Doe eyes returned to the man standing a few feet away from you, as if asking him if you should continue or if he wanted to. He was getting sick of that stupid innocent expression, as if you thought you had some kind of control over him. No, he was in charge and this wasn’t some kind of roleplay or game.

“Did I say stop? Go.”

Your fingers continued, finding their way to the back of your bra to unclip out and pull out your arms. Feitan’s gaze dropped to your soft breasts for a moment before flicking back up to your face, gaze remaining spiteful and harsh. Panties were the last thing to go and you slowly pulled them down, letting the fabric hit the floor before stepping out of them and leaving yourself completely naked. Hands moved up to your breasts to cover them shyly and Feitan could feel a vein in his neck almost burst.

“Stop messing around. You think this is funny?” In one quick movement, he was behind you, pulling both your arms behind you tightly and twisting until you collapsed to your knees in pain. Usually he liked when you played innocent, you weren’t used to it not working at least a bit. He was really fucking angry. “Look.” His fingers dove into your hair to pull your head back again, making you look straight up at him. “You are mine. Got it?” he tugged harder on your hair, making your eyes once again sting. “Say yes, now.” He leaned down and hissed in your ear, taking a moment to blow on it while still gripping onto your head.

“Yes!”

“Good, now open.” He didn’t let go of your head, staring down at your vulnerable form, back arched slightly and on your knees. Slowly, you opened your mouth for him and he leaned down, spitting directly into your mouth before closing your jaw tightly with his other hand. You couldn't help your attraction to him, you could feel your own slick running down your thigh ever so slightly as he pulled away. “Up.” He demanded, pulling your hair up to signal you into action. Stumbling to your feet, you had no time to adjust as he shoved you up against one of the walls, pinning one of your arms against it and pressing himself against you. “You’ll take what I give you.” His lips brushed against you ear and his other hand trailed dangerously low before slipping between your legs. He gave you zero warning, not even bothering to feel you before shoving two of his fingers inside you. You screamed out, not expecting the sudden invasion, your unpinned hand flying to cover your lips. Was he trying to get you caught, or did he just not care at this point? He began mercilessly curling his fingers up into your cunt, pressing as deeply into you as he can with no remorse. Every once in awhile he would pull his fingers out before shoving them back in to make you scream, he didn’t give a shit about who heard. Maybe they would take the hint that he had claimed you as his. “Feitan!” You gurgled, panting and pressing your head against the wall as he continued his assault on your pussy. “Shut up.” His fingers suddenly pulled out and his hand came down hard on your ass, leaving you clenching nothing and crying out in pain. “Please! I need it!”You begged him, turning to look at him with tears running down your cheeks.

“Too bad. You’ll cum when I say.” Feitan tilted his head and leaned back slightly to get a look at your ass, slipping his fingers down between your legs one more time to slide between your lips and pull a needy whine from your lips. “Slut.” He muttered before suddenly grabbing you by the waist and tossing you to the floor once again. He had never been this rough with you before, but then again you had never made him this angry. “Get on your back. Now.” THis time his tone was lowered in an almost menacing way that actually freaked you out ever so slightly. You still did what he told you and got on your back, sitting up ever so slightly to look at him. He began to rip off his clothes, leaving himself in only his black jeans and revealing his face to you completely. “You're gonna take what I give you. Raw.” Your eyes widened as he spoke and you began to crawl backwards, shaking your head,

“Feitan! I don’t want to-”

“Don’t care. You did it for him.” He gets down on the ground and crawls towards you, yanking you close to him. You understood why he was upset but you had only let Phinks do it because you had been so desperate and there were no condoms. “Please- I promise I won’t do anything with anyone else!” You began to plead with him, but it was becoming clear that he had zero intentions of listening to your cries. He reached down with his free hand and unzipped his jeans, pulling out his hard cock and rubbing the tip of it with his thumb. “Didn’t I say shut up. Claiming you, now.” His tip brushed up against your lips, pulling a shiver from your body and another wail. “Feitan! Wait!” He didn’t.

Suddenly he slammed himself into you, and began to pound into your wet cunt at an ungodly pace. If the other Phantom Troupe members hadn’t heard you crying yet, they have now. Your wails echoed through the room as he relentlessly thrusted his hips into your wet walls, his cock hitting your g-spot over and over again. He knew your body, and everywhere that he could press to make you sob. This was all on purpose, to make you scream as loud as he could. Your hand flew up to your lips to cover your cries, the other hand desperately searching for something to cling to. “Hand off your mouth, now. Or I’ll make you go downstairs like this.” He grunted angrily, letting go of your hip with one hand to grab your arm and pull it away. He was serious about this.

Breathy moans continued to bounce around the room as Feitan grabbed onto one of your legs and pulled it closer on his shoulder so he could get deeper inside of your cunt. The thrusts were becoming painful and you could feel yourself climbing higher towards the orgasm you desperately needed. Feitan turned his head and bit into your leg, leaving you to scream in sudden agony, only for him to sooth it over by kissing and sucking on the mark hard.

“Fei- Can I…!” You hiccuped and begged the man inside you to allow you to release, knowing that if you did without asking, he would make this ten times worse for you. Feitan grunted and looked up at your face, examining the tears running down your cheeks and drool on your lips. This is how you should always look under him, in his opinion. “Go on.” He grits his teeth harder as he waits for you to cum, wanting to finish after you. His permission was all your needed as he began to slam into you at a even faster pace, pulling your orgasm out of you in an instant. Clear liquid sprayed onto his chest and you began to sob, body trembling front he immense amount of pleasure, but he wasn’t stopping. He continued to thrust himself deep inside of you, gripping onto your hip even tighter as he chased his own high. Your pussy was so tight and even after your orgasm, still clenching and pulling him in. He was going to claim you this time, to prove that you were his and his only. One last grunt escaped him as he released his warm seed inside your cunt, shocking your back to reality after being so fucked out by him. “Feitan!” You cried, panicking as he pulled himself out of your seeping cunt, cum dripping onto the floor from his cock and between your legs. “Why would you do that?” you panted, tears continuing to roll down your cheek.

“To claim you as mine.”

#feitan porter x reader #feitan portor #chrollo lucilfer #chrollo #Hisoka #Hisoka x reader #chrollo x reader #hxh #Hunter x hunter #fanfiction #hunter x hunter fanfiction #kurapika x reader #Illumi x reader

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