#Hunter x Male Reader

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History of You

Hunter X M!Reader

word count: 1k

request: Hey!Congratulations on 4000 followers! :)) I was wondering if you could write a male reader x  Hunter where the reader had self-harmed before, and Hunter (and his senses) realised that it was getting bad again, so he kisses the scars reader has and provides him with comfort? Stay safe ❤️❤️ and congratulations on the milestone!

As Hunter notices you starting to withdraw, he comes to you with nothing but love and reassurance.

warnings: trigger warning ❗️ - mentions of self harm, emotional reader who has self harmed in the past, angst, established relationship, lots of comfort, male reader.

authors note: thank you for the request and support! I hope this is okay and I hope you’re doing well. If any of my followers or if you’re reading this, just know you’re not alone and people are always there to listen. 🤍

In the soft-lit ambiance of Cid's bar, the members of the Bad Batch chatted away. Wrecker and Omega were engrossed in a loud and amusing duel at the arcade machines, but amidst the backdrop of conversation and electronic sounds, Hunter's keen instincts immediately registered your absence.

"He's missing," Hunter observed, moving towards Echo, who was deep in a conversation with Tech.

Echo looked up, pausing momentarily. "He mentioned needing some air, probably headed back to the ship." Tech gave a confirming nod.

With a nod of gratitude, Hunter immediately set out, driven by a concern that had been gnawing at him for days. Lately, he'd observed subtle changes in you—withdrawn silences, curt responses, a subtle retreat from your usual daily routines. Hunter chastised himself internally; he'd hoped you'd find some kind of solace on your own, but now regretted not reaching out sooner. As the ship's silhouette came into view, a palpable tension tightened around him, each step making his heart race a little faster as you felt the thickness of the air.

"Are you in here?" Hunter's voice echoed slightly within the ship's confines. The soft but unmistakable acknowledgment from the cockpit brought a surge of relief.

He followed the sound, and as he reached the cockpit, gently rested a hand on your shoulder. The weight of your hand covering his was reassuring, the hint of a smile on your lips a brief reprieve. "Everything alright?"

Hunter's features tightened, the evident concern masked by a hint of awe. Even in your moments of vulnerability, your capacity to exude kindness reminded him how much he adored you. "I'm here for you, forget about me." he whispered, taking the co-pilot's seat opposite you. A somewhat awkward silence stretched between the two of you, Hunter's gaze often drifting to the long sleeves of your shirt, his mind teeming with unasked questions.

Breaking the silence, Hunter ventured softly, "Are you truly okay?" He may have anticipated the answer, but hoped, as always, for an open heart-to-heart with you.

Leaning back, you let out a weary sigh, the soft hum of the ship's systems a comforting lull. "It's just one of those days."

In the dim light of the cockpit, Hunter's piercing eyes searched your face for an answer, his brow furrowed with concern. "It's been 'one of those days' for almost a week now," he remarked gently, shifting in his seat to get a clearer look at you. "Have you... been feeling down?"

Your history wasn't a secret between the two of you. You'd been candid from the start, expecting him to retreat upon hearing the truth about your past struggles, including self-harm. But instead, Hunter's reaction had been one of unwavering support. He told you he loved you instead, for the first time. A clear promise.

As Hunter's words settled, a sudden surge of emotion threatened to overwhelm you. The weight of the past week's struggles, amplified by the tender concern in his voice, made it nearly impossible to maintain eye contact. You felt vulnerable, your defenses crumbling, and your eyes began to sting with tears. The dark clouds in your mind had pushed to the forefront and it was starting to hurt.

Hunter could almost feel the sting in your eyes, noticing your struggle so he reached out, his voice steady yet soft, "Hey, look at me."

Drawing a shaky breath, you managed to shift your eyes to meet his. The comforting familiarity of Hunter's gaze gave you the courage to speak, even if it was only a whispered and croaked, "I'm sorry."

He was quick to respond, shaking his head and uttering gentle reassurances. Moving from his seat, he knelt before you, cradling your face with his hands. "No need for sorrys. No need for tears," he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek. His words, a soothing balm, echoed the promise he'd made from the start: "It's going to be okay."

Your voice faltered, a mix of confusion and exasperation evident in every word. "I don't understand what happened. I was fine one day and then... just suddenly..." You couldn't find the words, emotions clouding clarity.

Hunter listened intently, his eyes never leaving yours. "It's okay," he said calmly, "We'll figure it out together, whatever it is." But even as he spoke, he caught the subtle movement of your hands tugging at your sleeves, a gesture he'd come to recognise. His voice wavered, barely above a whisper, "Did you... you know?"

The sheer relief that flooded Hunter when you shook your head was palpable. "That's good," he breathed, his features softening as he reached out, lightly placing a hand on your forearm. "Did you find a way to divert your thoughts? Maybe try something else?"

"Distracted myself," you murmured, tears still clinging to your lashes. The gentle pressure of his hand on your arm was comforting, and when he slowly pushed up your sleeve, it wasn't with suspicion or doubt. Instead, it was a gesture filled with understanding and love, sealing his unwavering support with a tender kiss on the traces of your past.

Your voice, despite the shake, held an undertone of amazement. "You're too good for me."

Hunter, with unwavering sincerity, replied, "Not in the slightest," his fingers gently tracing the history on your skin, "I'm just in love with you."

With a sigh of gratitude, you leaned closer until your foreheads met. "Thank you," you murmured, "for being here, for understanding."

Hunter's eyes held warmth as he spoke, "Always. Remember, if you ever feel low, reach out. If not to me, then to any of the others. We're a team, a family. We'll always be there, whether to listen or to help."

You glanced at your arm, the scars a stark reminder of battles long fought. "I wish they weren't there."

“No?” Hunter gently repositioned you, pulling you into his lap in a comforting embrace. "I'm sorry you feel that way," he whispered. "But think of them as medals from battles you've won. You could've surrendered, but you fought through. That strength is something to be proud of." He kissed your cheek softly, "And if ever a day comes when you feel you can't hold on, remember this: I'm here. Through thick and thin. Always."

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Taking the Edge Off

Hunter x m!reader

NSFW

Prompt: A: "Go fuck yourself" B: "Fuck me yourself, you coward"

Warnings: kind of enemies to lovers? or maybe just enemy lovers?, mutual desire, Echo is a gossip, Hunter is pansexual, Dom/Sub dynamics, Dom Reader, Sub Hunter, Oral (m (Hunter) receiving, face fucking, anal fingering, Hunter is thicc, Anal Sex, Rough Sex, Anal Orgasm, Mating Press, creampie (anal), aftercare, cuddling

Heavily inspired by this post by clownbloody 🤤

It wasn’t easy being a former GAR officer on the run from the Empire. You always found yourself in the sketchiest of places. Like now as you ducked into a quiet parlor called “Cid’s”.

There were only a handful of people here, which made sense for the middle of the afternoon. If your intel was correct, Cid would be able to book you transport off world. 

You stood in the doorway, taking in the scene. 

An Ithorian and Weequay were laughing as they watched a small girl play dejarek against an armored man. A few other men in similar armor were scattered around the room. 

One of them caught your eye, his eyes scanning up and down your body as though he was picking out every little detail about you. You shifted uncomfortably under his gaze, attempting to break the eye contact you were unfortunate enough to catch. 

“Bandana, Goggles,” a trandoshan woman called from a door to the side. “Get over here. We need to talk.”

Cid, you thought as you watched the man who’d been staring you down move towards the office with the one who’d been playing dejarek. 

The girl he’d been playing against hopped down from the table and made her way over to the two other men and their animated conversation about something you couldn’t hear. The girl pulled on the pale man’s arm, whispering in his ear. As she pulled away, the man looked up at you, eyeing you suspiciously. 

He said something to the girl, who laughed and shrugged. 

You had moved to the bar and sat down by the time the two men came out of the transoshan’s office. She noticed you and walked to you behind the bar. 

“Something I can get for you?” she asked warily. 

“I hope so,” you muttered, glancing at the rest of the room over your shoulders. “I need passage. Heard you could arrange it.”

“Do I look like a damn travel agent?” she sneered. 

“I can pay,” you offered. 

She eyed you suspiciously. ��You’ll pay and you’ll do something for me to pay the rest of it.”

“What do I have to do?”

—

This wasn’t what you had in mind; being stuck for four weeks on a cramped ship with the men and girl you’d seen in the parlor. 

The girl - Omega, she’d enthusiastically introduced herself as - was polite and very curious, but overall somewhat harmless. 

You’d figured the men were soldiers before Omega had introduced them, but when she said the group was comprised completely of clones you almost doubted her. You’d seen plenty of clones during the war, but never ones like these. 

It was the beginning of week two of the long journey across the galaxy when the group’s cyborg, Echo, cornered you in the cargo bay. His arms were crossed over his chest as he leaned against the doorway, blocking your path out of the cramped storage room. 

“Can I help you?” you asked, voice dripping with irritation. 

“Not me,” Echo replied. “At least not directly.”

You looked at him, thoroughly unamused. 

“Look, Hunter’s been a little… on edge lately,” he sighed. “We’ve all seen the way he looks at you when-”

“The way he looks at me? Oh, please,” you scoffed. “He looks at me like I’m out to get him or something. ‘Course he’s on edge; he hates me and wants to drop me at the next refueling station.”

Echo took a deep breath. “I meant the way he looks at you when you’re not looking.”

The expression your face held must’ve been something, because Echo chuckled, leaning in closer to you, checking for Omega over his shoulders. 

“You didn’t hear this from me,” he said, his voice lowering significantly. “And I definitely didn’t overhear him talking to Tech, but he wants you.”

“What?” you sputtered. 

He shushed you. “He was talking to Tech because he knows Wreck’s got a big mouth and I like the drama too much. But you’re right; he does not like you, but he wants you so bad he said it hurts.”

You scowled at the floor, listening to all the details Echo spilled to you in almost exhaustive detail. 

“I didn’t think I would be his… type,” you mumbled. 

Echo chuckled. “I don’t think he actually has a type.”

You weren’t sure what to do with this information. He disliked you just about as much as you disliked him, but there was something… magnetic about the man. 

It wasn’t as if you hadn’t thought about ripping that stupid bandana off his head and tying his arms back with it. 

You definitely did not imagine weaving your fingers through his hair and pulling hard. 

And under no circumstance did you find yourself curious about how far down his body that tattoo goes. 

Oh, you were fucked.

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A few days later, you found yourself alone on the ship as the others went out on a supply run. Well, almost alone. 

Hunter had scowled at you when you offered to stay behind to keep any eye on the ship, saying that he’d stay, too. 

You ignored the wicked smirk and wink Echo had thrown your way before the ramp closed. 

“Don’t trust me, sergeant?” you’d asked, eyeing Hunter as he sat at one of the consoles. 

He scoffed. “Think you know the answer.”

“The rest of the squad seems to like me,” you smirked. “Maybe I’m just not your type.”

Hunter tensed in his seat. 

You hummed with satisfaction. “Loth-cat got your tongue, Hunter? Too bad, I thought I might find it to be useful.” 

His breathing became heavier. “Go fuck yourself.”

“Fuck me yourself, you coward.”

A sharp inhale. Yeah, you had him right where you wanted him. “Personally, I think you’d like to be useful to me, even if you don’t like me so much.”

“Damnit, Tech,” he breathed. 

“Oh, Tech didn’t tell me a thing,” you cooed, stepping behind him, your fingers ghosting across the back of his neck. “Maybe you’re just that obvious.”

Hunter made a low rumbling noise, almost like he was growling at you. 

“Pretty sure I know every little thing you want me to do to you,” you whispered, your lips nearly touching his ear. He shuddered. “And I think I could probably be convinced to help you out, if…”

He was gripping the arms of the chair hard. “If?”

You spun the chair to face you. His brown eyes were dark, gazing up at you defiantly. “If… you can show me what a good boy you can be for me.”

His eyes fell closed as another shiver ran down his spine. He nodded once. 

You smirked in your victory. “Color?”

“Green,” he breathed. 

“On your knees,” you ordered. He practically fell to the floor, eagerly awaiting your next command. “How obedient.”

You grabbed his face by the jaw, pulling him to crawl after you into the cockpit, locking the door behind you. You leaned against the door, undoing your pants to pull out your cock, already hard. 

Hunter gazed at your length, looking like he was going to start drooling. 

“C’mere,” you said, giving yourself a quick couple strokes. “Suck.”

Hunter took you into his mouth, eagerly taking as much of your erection as he could, his tongue running along the underside. 

You hummed with pleasure as you caught him gazing up at you through his lashes. 

“Still green?” you grunted. 

He pulled off of your cock with an obscene pop, his lips slick with his spit, replacing his lips with his hands. 

“Yes,” he nearly moaned, wrapping his lips around your tip again. 

“‘Yes’, what?”

“Y-yes, sir.”

“Mmm, good.” 

Your fingers carded through his long hair. Gripping his head, you thrust your hips towards him experimentally, relishing the way he moaned around your dick. 

“Fuck, you like that?” you teased.

“Mmm-hmmm,” he hummed on you. 

“Good,” you smirked, grabbing his head once again. You fucked into his mouth, loving the tears you see threatening to spill as you hit the back of his throat. 

After a few more strong thrusts, you pulled out, moving his head by the chin to admire the trails of drool leaking from his lips. 

“I’ll admit, you took that very well,” you praised. “Tell me, pretty boy; what do you need?”

Hunter let out a shaky sigh, mumbling something you couldn’t hear. 

Your hand wrapped around the front part of his throat, pulling a light gasp from him. “Speak up or you’ll get nothing from me.”

“S-said I want you t-to fuck me,” he stuttered. 

You released his neck. “That’s better. You have lube?” He nodded. “Bring it to me.”

Hunter got to his feet, rushing out of the room and coming back with a small bottle. 

“Good boy,” you said as you took the tube, smirking at the way he shuddered. “Undress completely, then I want you to kneel in that chair.”

He quickly did as he was told, and you had one of your questions answered; the tattoo did cover his entire left side. 

Hunter knelt in the seat of the copilot’s chair, using the back of it to support himself. You admired his form in this position, giving his ass a light smack. He moaned as it jiggled. You hadn’t guessed he’d have such a thick ass, but you weren’t complaining. 

“How long has it been?” you questioned, pulling your shirt over your head and tossing it behind you. 

“M-months,” he admitted. “Please.”

You chuckled. “Oh don’t worry; I’m gonna take good care of you.”

Another shuddering moan as you opened the bottle of lube, squirting some onto your fingers. 

“Color?” you asked, brushing the lube against his asshole. 

“Green, it’s green,” he pleaded. “Maker, please.”

You didn’t respond, just pushed a finger into his waiting hole, his sigh of relief hitting your ears musically. 

Slowly, you pulled your finger almost the whole way out of him, then pushed it all the way back in. A low groan emanated from his throat. 

You pushed and pulled more, fucking him with your finger ever so slowly. 

“M-m-more, please,” he begged. 

You obliged, pushing another finger into him. His moans became a little louder, so after a few experimental thrusts you added a third. 

“Fuck,” he hissed. “Fuck yes.”

You squirted more lube onto your fingers before pushing them back in, watching how his hole eagerly pulled you in. 

His moans and sighed echoed in your ears as you finger fucked him.

“S-sir,” he panted, turning his head to glance at you. 

“You ready?” you smirked.

“Yes,” he moaned as you thrust your hand roughly. 

“Good boy,” you said, slapping his ass again as you pulled your fingers out. 

You pulled your pants down, kicking them off in the direction of your shirt. Your cock was leaking a little precum, you so slathered it down your shaft along with the lube that still coated your fingers. You added a little more, stroking your cock to cover it. 

“Please,” Hunter begged. “Please, I want your cock.” 

“Patience, sarge,” you cooed, brushing the tip of your dick against his ready hole. 

He pushed his hips back, the end of your length slipping into him. 

“Color, good boy?”

“Fuck, it’s so green.”

You chuckled, pushing your hips forward, your hand guiding your cock into the tight sheath that was his ass. 

You both moaned as he easily took your length. You mumbled some praises, everything from how well he took you to how tight he was gripping. 

“Move, please,” he whimpered. 

You obliged, pulling your hips back and snapping them forward again. 

Hunter cried out, gripping the seat back. “Again, again, please.”

You did as he pleaded, pulling back and snapping forward a few more times. You then set a steadier pace, thrusting your hips against his, loving the way your balls slapped against his taint. 

One hand left his hip as you reached forward to grasp his hair. You pulled at the handful you got as you thrust even harder. 

“Ah!” he sobbed at the slight change in angle. His back arched beautifully as you pulled his hair. “Fuck yes, right there! Gonna make me cum!”

“Fuck yeah, cum for me,” you panted. 

Hunter’s volume increased as his rambling about how he was “so close” and how he was “gonna cum” devolved into loud wanton moans. 

He nearly screamed as he fell apart under you, hot white spurts of cum spilling over the seat. You stopped the pivoting of your hips to reach around and grab his cock, jerking it roughly as he cried. 

“Give me every last drop, Hunter,” you ordered over his moans and panting. “Give me all that cum.”

His body shook violently as his voice caught in his throat, his tip dribbling cum. 

“Fuck,” he repeated over and over between pants. 

“Oh don’t worry, baby,” you smiled. “I’m gonna keep doing that.”

You pulled out of him, and the whine he gave sent a shiver down your back. 

“Get on the floor,” you ordered. “On your back.”

He did as instructed, cum still dripping down his cock. 

“Good boy,” you muttered as you got to your knees, spreading his legs and pushing them up towards his torso. You wrapped your hand around his dick, gathering the little bits of cum there and slathering it on your cock. 

You pushed into him easily, and quickly set a brutal pace. 

You looked at Hunter, who was moaning so loudly, you were sure anyone within a mile radius of the ship could hear him. 

He looked back at you, his eyes blown wide with pleasure. 

You pressed his legs forward towards his torso, delighting in your discovery of how flexible he is. 

You could feel him purposefully squeezing you and between that and the downright filthy noises dripping from his lips you knew you wouldn’t last much longer. 

“Fuck,” you groaned. 

“Cum in me,” he begged. “Please, sir, I want your cum in my ass.”

“Fuck,” you repeated as his pleading for your release continued.

Light exploded behind your eyes and your hips stuttered as you pumped his ass full of your seed. 

The grip you had on the back of his thighs were sure to bruise and Hunter almost started to get hard again just thinking about seeing them afterwards. 

You pulled out of him with a groan, and watched your cum spill out of his ass. 

“Fuck, that’s hot,” you moaned as you sat back on your feet. Hunter wrapped his hands around the back of his knees, pulling them closer to his chest. 

“You were such a good boy for me,” you cooed, pressing a few light kisses to his jaw. 

“Th-thank you,” he shuddered, his eyes half-lidded. 

“Come on, Hunter,” you smiled. “Let’s get you cleaned up and into your bunk.”

You took him to the fresher, helping him clean up the cum dripping from his ass, before basically carrying him to his bunk. 

He pulled you into the bunk with him, and even though it was much too small for two fully grown men, you’d managed to find a position comfortable for both of you. 

You gently kissed the top of Hunter’s head and he sprawled across your chest, his ear pressed firmly against your chest to listen to your heartbeat. 

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Y/N is Willow's older brother- aged 17. Also, the lack of gayness for Hunter is sad. Maybe I'm just hopeless. We Don't judge here. We.. eat fudge? Somebody stop me before I start making puns.

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"WILLOW!?"

Y/N cried, stumbling from the hallway of New Hexside and shoving his way past the crowd of his classmates. Willow perks up, gasping.

"Y/N!"

Her older brother crashes into her, nearly sending them both to the floor. He grasps onto her, fisting her costume and letting out a sob into her shoulder.

"Papa- Dad- They aren't- I can't- I can't fix it."

"I know," she pulls away, but the siblings hands stay linked together. Her hands are shaking, and Y/N registers her "keeping it together" expression. "It's okay."

"And then you were missing- and I was with Edric and he broke- Willow."

He let's out another cry and she pulls him back in. "I thought you were dead, or at least puppet-fied. I was so scared, Willow."

"I know. I'm here. I can't wait to tell you all about the Human Realm, Y/N. You'd really love it there."

Gus comes over and punches Y/N's shoulder, automatically lightening the mood.

"Hey, big bro. Long time no see."

"Yeah. Miss your boyfriend?"

"Me and Matty aren't-"

"Boyfriend!"

Y/N cries, shaking Willow's shoulders and looking around. He spots Hunter, and runs over before Willow can stop him.

"Hunter!"

"Y/N?"

Hunter opens his arms just in time for Y/N to crash into them.

"I thought you were dead! Oh my titan, Hunter, your scars."

He traces his fingers over the base to the corner as it ends at his eyes, and Y/N blinks.

"Your eyes."

His lip quivers before he busts into tears, burying his face in Y/N's shirt as he fists at the fabric. He's trying to form words, but is nearly suffocating himself. Y/N inhales shakily, then helps him up and gestures to Willow.

"We'll be right back! Maybe!"

"Okay..! I love you!" She waves her arms, and Y/N smiles wearily.

"I love you too!"

As soon as they're in an empty hallway, Y/N picks him up bridal style to carry him to one of the empty classrooms. Hunter has stopped crying, but now he can't meet Y/N's eyes, holding his arms and keeping his body tense. Y/N sets him down and Hunter stumbles slightly, legs weak. Y/N catches him as he shuts the door, locking it. He turns back to Hunter, watching him sit down on the edge of a desk that isn't flipped from the previous panics.

"Hunter?"

"Yeah?" His voice cracks and Y/N sits next to him, the blonde automatically leaning against him.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have run at you like that. Maybe the last thing you needed after all of the shock."

"It's.. okay. I needed that." He was silent for a moment before he sniffled. He leaned off of Y/N, gripping the end of the table so tight his knuckles turned white. Y/N furrowed his brows.

"Why isn't... oh."

"Yeah. Flap.. isn't here."

"Is that why your eyes changed color?"

Y/N gently turned Hunter's head, and his newly brown eyes were sad. He shut them, grimacing as he leaned into his touch.

"He's the reason I'm alive."

After Hunter explained the story, Y/N was shocked. He couldn't help his lip from quivering, or the tears slowly pooling in his eyes.

"That's.. I'm so sorry. I should've gone with you. Dunce." Y/N sighed, lying back on the table. Hunter shifted to lie his back over his chest, the two forming a makeshift plus-sign on the table. Y/N ran his hands through Hunter's hair before the boy sat up, leaning on one arm but keeping himself draped over his boyfriend.

"Don't.. say that. I'm so glad you weren't there to see what I did."

"Belos did."

Hunter smiles, but Y/N knows its really one of his hiding expressions. "Yeah. Belos did. Besides.. I don't think Flap would've wanted you there, either."

"I know." Y/N whispered. His voice was always infinitely gentle, but it sounded like he was trying to convince himself it were true. Hunter sat up before he could start crying again, standing and unlocking the door.

"Alright, let's not keep everybody waiting."

"Okay, but.. we'll talk more, right?"

"Sure." He mentally punches himself for sounded so unconvincing. Y/N sighs.

"Alright. Hey, Hunter?"

"Mm?"

Y/N kisses his forehead, hands sneaking up to cup his face. Hunter's own, shaking hands place themselves over Y/N's. The slightly taller boy pulls away, smiles, and pecks Hunter on the lips.

"I'm so glad you're home."

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[sparkyz-plug-writes]

hihi! i was in a silly goofy mood and i thought of something, listen- golden guard! hunter x golden guard! reader (hcs!) where reader has a penstagram account where they post bullshit stuff like trends, funny shit, unhinged posts, sometimes Hunter appears in them (he did not approve 😔😔) ya know?

and how people would react to them- im thinking theyd make fanart, ship them, ask them stupid questions about the emperors coven (which they have to promote otherwise Belos will take away their penstagram privileges >:( ) and and if they write fanfictions reader would 100% read them and comment "good writing! kinda ooc!" and the writer would be like "what the what--"

please i need to see someones take on this 😭😭

(YES SILLINESS SHALL SPREAD-)

☁️Golden guard!Hunter x Golden guard!Reader☁️

Characters:

Hunter Noceda: He/Him (he didn't approve of showing up in your posts but oh Lord-)

Luz Noceda: She/Her (asks random questions about the emperor's coven-)

Amity Blight: She/Her (probably made fanart about you two-)

Willow Park: She/Her (live, laugh, love, willow- made a group chat with you and Hunter in it-)

Kamora Firethorn: He/Him (Made ship art of you two, also asks questions about things u can do with multi magic-)

Denndy Yumo: They/Them (wrote fanfiction, very good at writing, but doesn't know what ooc is-)

Reader/Y/N: any pronouns (This unhinged fuck-)

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

Bruh I swear to GOD/TITIAN your the one that does those goofy trends and shit-

Hunter has to appear in them Because he appeared ONCE now EVERYONE wants to see more of him!

And since he showed up you had 5 people and a ton more asking more questions!

Like GoodwitchLuzura (Luz)!

Who always asks stupid questions about the emperor's coven- (SHE WANTS ANSWERS-)

But also she questions if you are in a relationship! You just reply the her comment with "PERHAPS-"

So more people started shipping u too, like wholesome ship art! (You murdered anyone who made weird art-)

But then theirs WITCHCHICK128 (Amity!)

She basically cyber bullies you and Hunter :(

But you just respond to all of it with

And I kid you not

"RATIO"

It's funny though lmao, just seeing in the community you an her arguing lol

And there's WillowTr33s! (Ofc Willow-)

She just likes to comment on your videos! No questions or anything! Just nice talk lol-

It's nice to have someone not cyberbulling you two and asking questions about the emperor's coven!

But that's all, aside from some othe,rs commenting and asking! (COUGH, COUGH, KAMORA & DENDDY- COUGH COUGH-)

But it's nice Belos got you penstagram! (He regrets it-)

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

I DID IT, AUUGH WRITERS BLOCK SUCKS-

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A Walk Home: Hunter Bradley X G/N Reader

SUMMARY: Hunter returns a favor by accompanying you on your walk home.

BEGINNING NOTES: ⚡(Shy?) Hunter x G/N Reader 🪲Unestablished relationship ⚡Just some simple fluff to start this whole idea out! 🪲The reader knows that Hunter (and the others) are Rangers--not super pertinent to the story but it is briefly mentioned.

     Despite the day being two-thirds of the way over, Storm Chargers only had nearly a dozen customers. It was dead as dead could be. Which allowed Blake and Hunter to hang out in the back while Dustin was at the front counter, throwing a hacky sack to himself.

     “God--” Dustin groaned loudly, leaning his head back, “This is the most bored I’ve been in like forever.”

     Cupping his mouth, Hunter yelled, “I hear ya’!” 

     Dustin wandered into the back room and saw Hunter sitting on the table while Blake was fiddling with some random items on the bench, “Still nothin’ from Cam either?”

     “Nope,” Hunter ran a hand through his hair, “Today’s so slow, I think we could do a whole fight--zords n’all--and we’d still be back before anyone even thought of walking in those doors.”

     “No kidding,” Dustin sighed, “Where’s Lothor’s goons when you need ‘em?”

     The faint sound of a door opening caught everyone’s attention, making the trio return to the front of the store. 

     “Oh! Hey!” The Yellow Ranger smiled widely as he jogged over to you, pulling you in with a handshake and patting you.

     With a raised brow, you laughed, “Should I be worried? You’re acting weird.”

     Dustin sternly patted your shoulder and let go of your hand, “Just glad that someone finally showed up; it’s been hella dead today.” 

     “Oh yeah?” You casually folded your arms watching Dustin wander into the backroom and the Bradley brothers emerge.

     Hunter stood with his arms crossed and tilted back slightly with a loud sigh, “I think I’ve taken inventory four times… and I’m considering doing it a fifth.”

     With a small nod, you let out a small laugh, “I didn't know you could count that high--”

     The blond playfully backhanded your chest with a laugh.

     Dustin returned to the front with the hacky sack in hand and tossed it toward you, “So, what brings you in anyways?”

     “Well,” you tossed the bag up a few times and then threw it at Dustin, “I was on a walk, deep in thought, when I decided to come here for some advice.”

     Blake tilted his head, “What kind of advice?”

     Dustin threw the bag back, “You gonna try motocross again?”

     “What?” You laughed, “No way,” you paused while staring at the bag, “I uh… I actually need some relationship advice.” 

     When you tossed the bag back, it hit Dustin’s chest and fell to the ground.

     “Guys?”

     The three stood staring at you with various amounts of confusion.

     You laughed and rolled your eyes, “It’s nothing like that .”

     Hunter slowly nodded, “So then what kind of advice do you need?”

     “Well,” you leaned against the front counter and mindlessly stared at the floor, “There’s someone I want to ask on a date but I don’t know how to do it.” You sighed softly, “I want it to be special, you know?”

     Blake glanced between the other Rangers before staring at you, “But why us? Wouldn’t Tori be better to ask?”

     With a shake of your head, you laughed and placed your hands on the edge of the counter behind you, “Maybe..? But,” you smiled widely, “I figure you three might have the more interesting ideas.”

     The three traded glances with one another. 

     “Alright,” The Crimson Ranger took a deep breath before turning to Dustin, “Why don’t you go first.”

     “Me?” Dustin grabbed his hacky sack off the floor and went over to the counter beside you, sitting on it. He motioned to Blake, “Why don’t you do it, dude.”

     Blake sighed and relaxed his posture, “Okay well how about…” he moved his jaw in thought, “You could make them something..? I always see those stories about people asking someone with like a scavenger hunt-”

     Dustin laughed, “They askin’ someone to prom?”

     The Navy Ranger crossed his arms, “What, you got a better idea?”

     “Ask them out for a day trip together.”

     “That's so lame, dude.”

     “I didn’t say it had to be a boring trip. It could be something fun; like a hike or-”

     “Yeah, nothing says “I love you” more than a hike in the middle of one of the hottest summers on record.”

     Blake and Hunter shared a laugh.

     Dustin raised a brow at Hunter and gestured to him, “What are you laughing at, huh? You haven’t even given any ideas.”

     Hunter shook his head with a smile and looked over at you, “You wanted something unique, right?”

     You nodded, a slight nervousness pooling in your gut at the sudden intense eye contact.

     “Then just kiss them.”

     Before you could even respond, Dustin and Blake began to laugh.

     “Bro,” Blake shoved Hunter’s shoulder, “You tryin’ to get them in trouble?”

     Hunter rolled his eyes and shrugged, "I'm not saying they should give a sloppy granny kiss or anything; just something to get the point across."

     Dustin laughed, "You're telling me you'd be okay with anyone kissing you--as long as you’re friends?”

     Hunter shrugged, “It’s not that big of a deal.”

     Blake smirked playfully, “Says the guy who’s never even kissed someone.”

     “Hey!” He shot a glare at his brother, “I’ve kissed plenty of people.”

     “You know I mean real people, right?”

     Dustin and Blake shared a hearty chuckle.

     The blond sighed and shook his head, “Real funny Blake.”

     “What-” Blake smiled widely, “I’m only telling the truth.”

     “That’s not--”

     The loud ringing of Blake’s cell phone cut Hunter off.

     Nearly dropping it, the Navy Ranger pulled his phone from his back pocket and answered it while wandering off to the backroom. 

     “So,” Hunter raised a brow at you, “Who’s the lucky lady then? Do we know her?”

     With a scoff and smirk, you shook your head, “ Lady? Who said anything about a lady?”

     “Huh?” 

     You stood back up and began to head for the door, “Thanks for the tips, guys.”

     The pair shared confused glances.

     Blake returned to the foyer and looked at the dumbfounded duo, “We’ve gotta go,” the raven-haired ninja turned to you, “Could you watch the shop for us?”

     You squinted harshly, “You sure Kelly won’t have an issue with that? Plus I kind of have plans--”

     “Come on, it’s just for a short while.”

     Dustin gave you an unintentionally puppy-eyed stare as he added, “Please..?”

     After a short pause, you sighed, “I knew I shouldn’t have stopped by… Fine, I’ll cover for you. Just,” you pursed your lips and hit your thigh, “Just stay safe and hurry back, alright?”

     Dustin playfully smacked your shoulder and ran out the door, “Sure thing!”

     Blake gave you a nod and a wave, “Thanks for the help!”

     Hunter was the last to leave. Just before he walked out the door he turned back to you with a smile, “Thanks, we owe you one.”

     With that, the shop was silent once again.

     Each hour felt longer than the last as you watched less than a dozen people wander in and out of the shop. As the clock struck eight pm, you knew that it was finally closing time. Despite not ever working at Storm Chargers officially, you’d covered enough shifts for the guys that you knew the closing routine; change the sign, lock the doors, count the register, and take a quick inventory.

     Just as you were finishing up with inventory, two familiar faces knocked on the front door; Hunter and Dustin. 

     With a smirk, you waltzed up to the front door and opened it slightly, “We’re closed.”

     Dustin stared at you in confusion before he put together that you were joking and smiled. 

     Hunter sighed as he leaned against the wall beside the door, “We didn’t mean to be gone this long, sorry.”

     “Yeah, yeah, it’s nothing I haven’t heard before,” you moved to the side to let them into the shop.

     “So,” Dustin meandered around the shop, “What’s all left for closing stuff?”

     You shook your head and placed a hand on your hip, “Besides turning off the lights and locking the front door? Nothing.”

     “Seriously?” the Yellow Ranger smiled as he dapped you up, “You’re the best!”

     “Figured you guys would be a bit tired after your other job ,” you shrugged, “thought I’d just take care of it.”

     Dustin and Hunter went in back and grabbed their things. 

     You furrowed your brow, “Where’s Blake--he okay?”

     Hunter stuck his hands in his pockets, leaning back casually, “He wasn’t feeling too great after today so I said I’d grab his stuff.”

     Dustin shot Hunter a baffled look, “I thought it was cause you wanted to w-- urk!”

     Hunter jabbed Dustin with his elbow, speaking through gritted teeth, “Quiet, dude.”

     Ignoring the weird action, you laughed and shook your head,  “As much as I enjoy spending time with you both, I’d like to get home before the shop re-opens at seven.” You turned off the shop lights and left, both Rangers in tow.

     Dustin turned around and, after patting all of his pockets, found his store keys and locked the door. All the while Hunter had wandered to stand beside you.

     “So,” Hunter had a warm, but very obviously nervous, smile, “You got a ride?”

     “No, I hadn’t planned on staying so long.”

     “Well, I could walk you home.”

     Your eyes went wide as you stared at him, a very obvious blush decorating your features.

     Fearing that he just made you uncomfortable, Hunter immediately tacked on, “I mean, only if you want. I don’t--” A sudden loud laugh caught the blond’s attention and he turned to see Dustin laughing, “You got something you wanna say?”

     “Mhm,” the Yellow Ranger smiled, crossing his arms, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so shy before.”

     Hunter’s face turned red and he lightly shoved Dustin with a lighthearted scoff, “Fuck off.”

     The two shared a laugh before Hunter returned to you, “So, you uh-”

     You smiled softly, “Sure, I could use the company,” you very cautiously grabbed his bicep and gave it a quick squeeze with a wink, “Just in case there are any Kalzaks out for a nightly stroll.”

     He looked down at your hand, making you quickly retract the gesture. 

     Dustin gave you a side glance with a small smirk, “Well then, I guess I should say goodnight and leave you to it.” He gave you both a small wave and, using his agility, took off into the night.

     Hunter nodded and pursed his lips, “Shall we?”

     You nodded as the both of you began meandered down the sidewalk. 

     It was a rather peaceful walk. The autumn air and smell of distant campfires gave you a sense of ease. Throughout the walk, you kept looking down at Hunter’s hand that was right beside your own. It would’ve been so easy to grab it and intertwine your fingers with his, but, you decided against the impulse. Unbeknownst to you, Hunter had also been thinking and doing the same; wanting to hold your hand in his and pull you tighter to his side.

     When the two of you arrived at your doorstep, neither of you moved; opting to stand face-to-face and avoiding each other’s eyes. 

     Hunter took a deep breath, “ ‘suppose this is goodbye then.”

     You nodded and pursed your lips in thought. 

     Unsure what to do, Hunter gently rested a hand on your shoulder, “I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

     Once again, you only nodded. 

     The blond sighed softly and removed his hand, turning to leave. However, just as he left the porch, you went after him and grabbed his hand.

     Hunter turned back to face you, a confused look on his face, “What’s-!”

     Quickly, you grabbed his shirt and pulled his lips down to yours. By the time Hunter processed what happened, you’d already let go and were braced for the worst. However, instead of getting scolded or laughed at, Hunter put his hands on your bicpes. Mindlessly, he began to thumb over you and moved closer to your face, eventually he placed his nose beside yours. 

     Hunter closed the gap between your lips and his. It wasn’t the most eloquent kiss but the passion behind it made up for it tenfold. You placed your hands on his chest as his hands slid to your lower back, pulling you snuggly into him. With slow almost teasing motions, Hunter strung together a set of heated kisses. A smile tugged at both of your faces as he lightly bit your lower lip and broke apart. 

     “Just needed “ some advice ”, huh?” The blond raised a brow, smugly smirking, “No wonder you didn’t go to Tori.”

     Stumbling over your words, you avoided his gaze and gave a small nervous chuckle, “I didn’t expect you to give me something so…”

     “Straight forward?”

     You nodded.

     The Crimson Ranger cupped the lower side of your face and jaw, thumbing over your cheek, “You’re really somethin’, you know that?” His eyes flicked all over your face as he let out a breathy shy laugh, “Had me convinced you were gonna ask Blake or Dustin out.”

     You leaned into his hand, placing one of yours on the back of it, “Not in a million years.” Using your free hand, you grabbed his remaining hand and laced your fingers together.

     Hunter placed a soft kiss on your forehead, reluctantly letting you go, “You should get to bed, it’s getting late.”

     “You could spend the night if you want, I have plenty of room.”

     He gave you a wide smirk, “As tempting as that sounds,” he paused briefly, rolling his tongue over his lips with a small huff, “I think maybe it’d be best for me to come back in the morning and we could maybe go grab lunch together or something..?”

     “Oh?” You gave him a playful pat on the chest, resting your hand against him, and a wide grin, “You asking me on a date?”

     “Maybe,” he looked down at your hand. Despite his confidence, Hunter was a tad nervous which was made evident by how fast his heart was going.

     “As much as I’d love to,” you raised your brows with a small sigh, “You have work tomorrow morning.”

     After a moment of thought, Hunter clicked his tongue and lightly frowned, “Damn it!”

     “But,” you began to knead his chest, “If you want, we could go out after your shift; maybe catch a movie or something. Unless you’re busy with your other job?”

     His expression returned to a sweet smile, “No- Well, I mean, there’s nothing planned for tomorrow,” he placed a hand atop yours.

     “It’s a date then!”

     Hunter’s expression lit up, “It’s a date!”

     Using the hand on his chest, you pulled him down to you and gave him a small kiss, “Then I’ll meet you at the shop after your shift is over.”

     “Travel safe, okay?” You playfully winked, “This city can get kind of rough at night.”

     “I’ll be alright,” he patted your bicep with his free hand, “I promise.”

     Both of you were hesitant to let go of one another, but all good things must come to an end, Hunter’s phone began to ring.

     He gave a flat smile as he pulled the phone out, “It’s Blake,” he sighed, “I’ve gotta go. Sorry.”

     You laughed, “Don’t be, I’m sure he’s worried about you,” with one final peck to his cheek, you let him go, “Goodnight, Hunter. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

ENDING NOTES: I don’t know if it’s just me but Dustin strikes me as someone who would have some sort of fidget with him at all times; typically like a hacky sack or something like that. ⚡⚡⚡ Hopefully Hunter and Blake sound kind of like siblings; I don’t talk to my sibling. So I don’t know how siblings really interact and I tried to use the show as a base--plus some knowledge from things like DMC. Also, I didn’t mean to make Hunter so shy but it’s just how it worked out. Lowkey feels like he’d be very meek about this stuff, compared to Blake who’d be straight up about things. 

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[leavemerot]

So, I'm making my first oneshot and I'm trying to figure out which writing thingy people would prefer most so I might aswell just ask

Here's just two versions up to the same point in the story and if you guys are willing, I only ask for you to read through and answer the poll qt the bottom

Also the oneshots are hunter x male reader but the fact that the main character is male only appears in the first one once

Toh s3 e3 spoilers

Thank you in advance

Version 1

It had been roughly two years since boo-los was defeated for the third and final time. These 2 years have been hard, rebuilding the isles and all, but they have been been bearable due to friends you have made

After Belos’s defeat, you had to move from your home on the arm as it was now flipped 90 degrees and barely below the clouds now. Luckily for you, you moved to Bonesborough as it allowed your parents to help in the new Blight industries that were focusing on healing coven sigils and removing them from everyone in the isles, even if it was just testing and trials at this point in time. As a result of this move, you ended up transferring to Hexside, the chosen school of the Isle’s heroes. Speaking of these heroes, you quickly clicked with them and became good friends. You mainly became friends with Hunter, the blonde, kind, dorky guy with a heart of gold. Soon enough, those feelings of platonic friendship grew into something more and you two became boyfriends.

In the present day, you are sitting in your room, twiddling a pen between your fingers, thinking about what you are going to draw. Your mind flips from a cat with noodle legs to a rabbit with wings for ears, your mind always keeping the topic of animals in mind. During your brainstorm, you hear the door swing open and when you turn your head you find your boyfriend standing there, peeking through the door with a grin on his face. His eyes glimmered with a brilliant idea.

“Hey, are ya busy?” He asked, moving side to side in an attempt to relax his energy. You spin your chair around to face him before responding:

“nope, why’d ya ask?”

Version 2

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You sat in your room, tapping a pen against the table, hearing the click every second of the pen on wood echo through your room. You had drawn a blank on what to draw. You had been at this for hours and just could not come up with a single idea. However, like a knight in shining armour coming to save you from your boredom: your boyfriend of a tad over a year , hunter, rounds the corner, stumbling in with a grin plastered on his face. He holds onto the door frame and stands up straight,the pale blonde cowlick falling in front of his eye a second later. He is breathing heavily from seemingly sprinting here and chuckling between breaths.

“Titan, are you okay, Hunter?” You ask, mostly knowing the answer but just wanting to confirm.

“Yeah, I just- just had an idea and wanted to- ask as soon as possible,” He gasped, still keeping his dorky grin up for you to stare at as if it was the only star left in the galaxy. You spin fully in your chair to face him with your body too.

“and that would be...” You coax, leaning onto one of the chair arms and raising an eyebrow in a playful manner.

If neither are good or you like one thing in particular compared to the other then please feel free to mention it in the replies

And if this questioning seems bad or seems like im trying to get free work out of people then I do not mind taking it down, I don't know how fajfic writing works as of yet and am still trying stuff out

[misstycloud]

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

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

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

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

“It is, I’m afraid.” You said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh god..”

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

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

He knew what he had to do.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why was it you?”

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

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

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

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

“Ugh….”

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

“D-don’t go.”

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

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

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

“Wait, no-“

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

“My love, don’t-“

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

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

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[youryanderedaddy]

Yandere! Eden

tw: nsfw, female reader, non - con, degradation, hinted captivity, obsessive behavior, size difference

You fight him, goddamit, that's the worst part - you always try to fight him with all you've got, with sharp nails and smooth teeth, with your hands, your knees, with the closest pillow (since he rarely lets you touch anything with a proper egde). You give it your best - your hardest, you scratch and bite like a wild animal, getting your tears and saliva everywhere and yet... all your efforts only seem to amuse him.

"This is all you've got, princess?" He taunts as he holds you down with one hand (albeit, probably bigger than your head) while the other strips you bare with ease. "C'mon, you should make it more difficult for me. It's no fun when you just lay there and take it." He chuckles as you squirm in his hold - and the sound fills you with suffocating cold dread. Like a particularly nasty, sticky cough it sinks to your chest, making it hard to breathe through the fury and shame.

You get even more feral, thrashing and kicking without order or direction - desperate to show him that you're not a meek victim, that you are not going down without a fight. But it's all pointless - you barely move an inch as he roughly spreads your naked legs, pushing you to your back with eyes full of malice - induced lust and drunken need for violence.

"It's like you're not even trying." His hot breath tickles your ear, forcing your baby hairs to stand prickly. The overwhelming smell of strong cologne, unmistakenly masculine, makes you even more lightheaded and scared with unevitable anticipation. "It's like you actually want me." He whispers darkly, gripping your waist painfully with both hands. "Is that so, baby? You want the big bad wolf to mount you down and take you?" He bites your neck playfully, but the ache is deep and throbbing within you. "Violate you?"

You shake your head rapidly, holding back scorching hot tears. No, no, you try to scream, but the lump in your throat is so heavy it prevents any sound from coming out.

"I know, baby, I know." Eden caresses your wet cheeks almost tenderly - if not for the scratches his claws leave behind on your soft skin. "I'm just messin' with you." The hunter rasps, fingers entangled deep into your locks. "I know you don't want any of this. Not my touch-" He lets go of your hair. "or my lips-" He kisses along your jawline, hungrily lapping at the salty tear stains. "And certainly not my big, throbbing cock up your tight little pussy." He gloats, lining up his shaft with your entrance. "But you are still going to take it, won't you?"

He stares at you intently, as if waiting for you to say something.

"Won't you, princess?" The man slaps you, voice a tad more irritated now. You quickly nod, terrified to your shaking bones - and only then does he smile again, sweetly. "Of course you will." He goes back to stroking your hair as he starts to slowly force his length into your unwilling, quivering quim.

"Because that's just how the world works, no? Pathetic little sluts get fucked by big, strong men like me. They get fucked over and over again until their poor little brains turn to mush. Don't they?" He chuckles with clear condescension as he finally begins to thrust int you - making sure his cock is all the way in before he pulls out and brutally shoves it again. Sick glee fills his scarred face as he watches your womb strain to accommodate the pulsing force brushing against your lower belly from the inside. This time you nod weakly before he has a reason to strike you.

"Such a good girl, accepting her place underneath me." Eden groans, growing flushed as he feels your walls squeeze against his intrusive thrusts. "You know this is all you're good for anyways. Just a warm hole and a pretty face for me to ruin." He gropes your breasts crudely, pinching your nipples with his fingertips. "Just look at you... what a wet little mess you are. It's like your body is begging for it - even if those treacherous lips deny the truth. You should be thanking me. If I wasn't claiming this sweet-" He makes a point to slam right into your most sensitive spot, making your toes curl despite your protests. "tight heat of yours, you'd be dead meat already. Just a chew toy for the wolves."

You make an uncomprehensible sound as the pain dulls and gives way to damp, humiliating pleasure. You bite your tongue to muffle the moans, but this only stirs him further - taking it as a challenge to make you sing for him. He keeps fucking into you, dragging you up and down like a feather.

"You're lucky I love you so much." The hunter sighs, voice softening to a whisper. "You're lucky I like it when you cry for me." He reaches to wipe away a falling tear. "So you better thank me, princess." He grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes. Burning hot flames greet you, but all you feel is ice.

"Thank you, Eden."

[shalscumbunny]

The male members of the Gen'ei Ryodan and their S/O's breasts

TW: Female S/O, abuse, fondling, forced intercourse, forced touching, mild torture, pregnancy, breeding kink, forced pregnancy, sexist, misogynist, breastfeeding, yandere, kidnapping and minor injuries

Author's note: I am humanly incapable of writing about Bonolenov (I feel weird), an apology to the fans (if there are any)

Phinks:

Honestly, whenever I think of Phinks, I think of someone who is rough even if he doesn't mean to be, not as rough as Uvogin, but he tends to be a bit aggressive when he has you sitting on his lap facing forward. He knows you're blushing and he doesn't care to embarrass you further, even though he has that stoic expression you know he's enjoying it, you know he's enjoying hearing you whimper and moan as his big hands knead your breasts. After all you feel his hard erection press against you. I don't really think of him as a breast man though (I'm of the inclination that he's a thigh man), so after playing with you for a while he'll just put you on all fours and fuck you hard.

Uvogin:

I have mixed feelings here, just like Phinks, I don't feel like he's a breast man (I think he's a die-hard fan of asses). But unlike Phinks who just hangs around to get bored, Uvogin doesn't mind spending a long time kneading your poor, aching breasts with his huge, calloused hands. You feel his hard penis rub against your pussy as you cry, watching through your tears as he bites, sucks and pulls at your poor breasts. Your breasts will probably be covered in bruises, small wounds and injuries the next day, making him puff out his chest with pride.

Franklin:

Unlike the previous ones, I feel that despite that rough and corpulent build, Franklin is a soft man, he likes your breasts (And yes, I feel that he likes breasts 100%), regardless of their size or shape, they simply captivate him. He usually takes you gently while licking and sucking your breasts making you moan, he sniffs your essence carefully and usually guides you in the way he likes. A pleasure where the majority usually wins.

Feitan:

I'm not going to put it up for discussion, Feitan is a man who loves breasts (And for some reason I feel like he loves small breasts the most and don't ask me why). If Feitan isn't rubbing your breasts, sucking and biting your poor nipples, sadly it's something else. I feel like one way to represent his love and dominance over his S/O is torture. Feitan doesn't see his S/O as an equal, so he doesn't care about your opinion or consent. So sadly sometimes you're tied to a chair with little electric clamps stimulating your poor sore nipples while he forces you to suck his cock. You know he's turned on, his gaze isn't very expressive, but he has that sick sadistic smile on his face, his cock vibrating in your throat.

Nobunaga:

I don't feel like he's a die-hard fan of breasts (He's a thigh man), but he likes to make you feel good and mark you as his. Just like your thighs, neck and shoulders, your breasts are also decorated with little bruises. He's a big groper, he just can't get enough of you because he loves you so much, so sometimes he doesn't mind leaning you on a counter and groping your breasts while he bites your shoulder and his cock pushes hard against your pussy for several hours without rest, until he leaves you dumb, with your pussy and uterus full of his cum, your breasts swollen and overstimulated. He's a man who's a fan of new experiences, so he's willing to suggest (coerce) you to try to masturbate him with your breasts, growling as he feels your soft mounds embrace his hard cock and then grabbing your hair to make you suck his swollen tip.

Chrollo:

Chrollo is a curious being in every aspect and that includes the human body, especially YOUR body. I feel that even though it may not seem like it sometimes, he likes mysticism, when it comes to you, he believes in soulmates, he is a true believer that you and him are pieces of a puzzle. He loves you deliberately, he is obsessed with you and everything about you, he needs you, in every aspect. Even though I personally feel that his S/O's favorite body part is her thighs, he also loves breasts. He fucks you by making you sit on his fat cock, both of you sitting anywhere, be it the living room, the bathroom or the corner of the bed. His hot, cum-filled balls squished by your slippery slit. He is thrusting at a good pace inside you, deep and somewhat slow, looking to fill you strongly. He's pleased by your expressions and moans, he grunts when your rubbery walls squeeze his cock, he growls into your breasts and moans, after giving you a dirty kiss on the mouth he lowers his head until he latches onto your nipple, he sucks and sucks it like he's hungry while his arms wrap around your waist tightly. He pounds into you in a messier way while he licks and sucks your nopples, completely obsessed with those dirty faces you make. He doesn't plan on stopping, he's got a long way to go with you, he loves latching onto your nipple and being one with you. Obviously we know that his goal is to possess you and please you, and he's probably also trying to impregnate your sweet pussy with his child.

Hisoka:

He's a big fan of ass and I'm not willing to argue about it, but that doesn't stop him from suggesting (forcing) you to use flavored body lotions. He lets out that hungry giggle as he latches onto your bubble gum flavored nipples while his fingers with sharp nails move in your tight, wet pussy, obviously those sharp nails hurt and injure your poor pussy making it bleed slightly, but you're used to it by this point, so you just moan and gasp excitedly, tears rolling down your red cheeks. I'll add as an additional note that since Hisoka is a man with such eccentric tastes, he'll probably at some point force you to wear piercings on those cute nipples of yours, maybe pink ones or heart-shaped ones, or if he's really crazy probably one of your nipples will end with an "H" and the other with an "M"

Illumi:

We've talked about this before, a relationship with Illumi without children is impossible, no matter if you're infertile, in this fictional world of HxH, he's willing to find any way for you to get pregnant with his children. Illumi is the kind of man who won't let you leave his bed until a pregnancy test comes back positive, which he so desperately wants. Apart from the fact that even though he loves you and doesn't know how to show it, in this relationship you don't have the right to have an opinion, so you have to accept and adapt. It doesn't matter if you beg him on your knees that you don't want a baby, he doesn't care, he won't listen to you either, he is a true believer that you will become fond of the baby. Due to his upbringing, he has somewhat misogynistic and sexist tendencies, so, since you are his wife, your duty is to accept the children he wants to give you and obey him (The best thing for your mental health is to do so). He's not very good at expressing that he wants it, you've rarely seen him with more than one expression, so learning to decipher it will take you a GOOD time. Only his face usually changes a couple of times and one of those times is when he's fucking you, his face looks slightly more relaxed and even if he tries, the pleasure is something difficult to hide even for a cold-blooded killer like him. Even though sex is very mechanical with him, it's not bad, he gives it to you hard, strong and moderately fast while sucking your breasts occasionally, he will NEVER admit it to anyone, but they are a part of your body that usually generates attraction and curiosity in him. But once he left you round and swollen with his child, now your breasts are a part of your body that obsesses him. He just feels his cock harden when he notices how they grow day by day, preparing to nourish his future child. Of course Illumi doesn't stop fucking you when you're pregnant, on the contrary, he fucks you more, because he simply gets excited seeing you pregnant and swollen with his baby. He spends so much time sucking on your breasts during sex that your milk production gets too early, that only makes him obsessed with your breasts even more. Now he fucks you hard, rubbing the baby inside you with the palm of his cold hand while he fills his mouth with your sweet milk, panting and grunting on your swollen nipple, at the same time, your other nipple drips small jets of milk onto the bed. When you give birth he gives you privacy with the baby when nursing, although it's funny because the baby looks like its father, hugging your breast and latching onto your nipple trying to swallow as much milk as possible. Years later and after 4 babies, it's really comforting and strange for you that Illumi doesn't change, he's not very expressive or affectionate, but he likes to be with you, he doesn't feel disgusted by the after-effects of pregnancies on your body, on the contrary, he tends to be attracted to them He rarely smiles except when you greet him after a long day of murders, with two children hidden behind your skirt, another in a sling on your back, another in your arms sucking milk from your nipple and well, another on the way developing in your swollen belly. When Illumi calls the nannies to take the children away and leave you alone, he really just wants to latch onto your generous milk-filled breasts and fuck your pregnant pussy.

Shalnark: (Everything I say about Shalnark is 100% canon and I don't allow anyone to question it). Shalnark LOVES, NEEDS and ADORES your breasts. He loves them for everything, he uses them as a pillow when he's sleepy or wants you to cuddle him, he loves to cuddle and warm up there, he has a smile on his face whenever he's there, you really think he's just missing starting to purr while rubbing his head there and hugging your waist. He's an addict and he doesn't even think about asking you for permission to touch them, for Shalnark they're his, they belong to him, he enjoys buying you only low-cut clothes to look at them all the time and have easy access to them. He doesn't even need to have his cock buried in your pussy to start sucking on your breasts, it can just be at any time, sometimes you're relaxing in bed reading a book and he'll come over, open your shirt and start sucking and licking them with his eyes closed while hugging your waist. Other times he will call you while he is working on his computer, ask you to sit on his lap and continue working while his cock is buried in your pussy and his mouth is sucking on your nipple. Obviously above all, he loves sucking your breasts while he fucks you on the bed, pushing his hips against yours while the tip of his penis hits your cervix hard. His mouth licking, biting and sucking all over your breast, leaving it with marks, bruises, bites and saliva. I mentioned before in this profile that Shalnark does not like the idea of ​​having children, he really does not want any, but he would probably have something similar to what Illumi did with your breasts if he were to get you pregnant and agreed to allow you to continue with the pregnancy. But on the other hand, you would end up producing milk whether you were pregnant or not, since the stimulation is so great that your breasts begin to fill with milk and of course Shalnark will not allow a single drop to go to waste.

Thank you very much for reading me, if you want a version with the female members of the Gen'ei Ryodan let me know 🖤

[heartfullofleeches]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You turn to walk away.

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

You stop dead in your tracks.

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

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

[mostholy]

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[yandere-writer-momo]

Thinking about a yandere werewolf, but not just any werewolf… a bounty hunter. And he has it bad for his you. Cowboy Werewolf!

Yandere Shorts: Like I Love You

Yandere werewolf x fem reader

TW: obsession, delusional themes, abo dynamic, horror, gore (mentioned), death of characters, neglectful husband, betrayal, cheating husband, forced relationship, mention of baby trapping, and behavior that should not be romanticized

Rolfe was currently on a hunt… his target is a sickly preacher’s, one that should be easy enough. Her own husband had paid him quite the pretty penny to off her. Poor little lamb didn’t stand a chance in the wilderness of this world. Not when she had enemies close to her side such as an unfaithful husband and a conniving best friend. He almost felt sorry for his prey

He arrived a day later, his clawed fingers dragged through a lock of her hair as he inhaled her scent. She smelled… delicious. And she was so vulnerable too with her nape out that just begged for his teeth to be driven into…

Rolfe shook his head before he went back into a trance when she subconsciously leaned into his touch. His hand moved up and grazed her temple that felt as if it were ablaze. Poor woman had a fever…

“Darling? Did you finally come to me?” Her voice was a bit delirious with sickness as she kissed his hands. Each kiss made him feel as if he was her beloved. It took everything in him not to loudly whine like a dog. “I missed you so much James. I’m sorry I got sick again.”

Rolfe didn’t say a word before he continued to drag his rough palms through her hair. His heart hammered in his chest and his wolf clawed inside his brain to be released. It seemed this woman before him… was his fated mate.”

Rolfe bent down and buried his nose into the crook of her neck to deeply inhaled. Oh yes… this lassy was his for the takin.

Rolfe began to slowly nurse her back to health rather than off her. An action that made his employer question him. Why on earth would a monster nurse such a nuisance back to health? She was always near death’s door. What use was such a delicate woman in the Wild West?

“When are you going to off (your name)? She’s an easy target.”

“I have honor as a bounty hunter. It must be a hunt.” Rolfe snarled at (your name)’s husband, James, the man who dared to keep her sick due to his lack of care. Had that scrawny man have no pride as a man? The pastor made him sick.

“She’s easy to pick off right now. I’d really like this to be over and done with so I can marry Helen. This is why I hired a monster-“ Rolfe picked James up from the ground by his throat as James gasped for air.

“You are a foolish, greedy man. Are you sure you are truly a man of god?” Rolfe growled, showing his fangs. His dark, muscular form largely towered over James’s lithe frame. “You’re a pathetic man.”

Rolfe soon went back to the care of (your name). The werewolf rubbed his cheeks all over her bed and her body to scent her… he needed to get rid of James’s scent. Rolfe wouldn’t let another have her and hurt her again… he’d spirit her away.

Rolfe wondered how many pups she’d want. If they’d be pretty like her but strong like him… if she’d pepper him with nips and kisses everyday. If she’d beg him for his knot on the next full moon as he properly mated her?

“Darling?” (Your name) reached for his face and Rolfe was quick to put his face in them. A needy whine escaped his throat while he nuzzled her. She was his precious mate…

He snarled when he saw Helen enter. The woman scoffed at him in disgust.

“Ugh. James and I are tired of waiting. You have been here over a month! We want you gone beast. We’ll do it ourselves.”

“So you’re cancelling the contract?” He hummed while he continued to tenderly kiss (your name)‘a palms. “Are you sure? Did you read the fine print?”

“Yes. We don’t need your kind here, true love will prevail-“ Helen didn’t even have time to scream before a giant black wolf hybrid had dug it’s fangs into her throat and ripped it apart like wrapping paper. Blood splattered all over the floor and walls as Helen could only helplessly choke on her own blood.

“Yes… true love will prevail.” He muttered with a a satisfied hum. “My mate will be so happy.”

Meanwhile, James fled into the forest for dear life. That beast had gotten Helen! The two of them couldn’t believe the werewolf would turn on him.

James loudly leapt when he heard something large chase him through the underbrush on all fours. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears and feel his sweat pool down his back in puddles. He needed to get to the church! A demon such as the bounty hunter couldn’t possibly enter there-

But James was knocked to the ground as an agonized shriek fell from his lips. The werewolf began to shake and mangle his leg like the bloodthirsty beast it was…

“Let me go! Let me go! I didn’t do anything-“

Rolfe chuckled darkly. The black werewolf dropped his legs and glanced his beastly head at James. “Oh but she never did anything either… all she did was foolishly love you.”

“W-what do you mean? Are you talking about-“ James’s words were muffled by the paw like hand that covered his mouth. Rolfe shushed him.

“Shhh. You may have failed to pay me and cancel my contract but I had gotten something far more valuable from this transaction. Something most werewolves dream to find in their lifetimes… a fated mate!” Rolfe sighed dreamily. “You may have failed as a protector and provider, but I surely won’t! You have given me something more valuable than any coin could offer… yet you were neglectful to her. Such a shame really.”

“I… I’ll do anything! Just take her and let me live.”

“Ah but I can’t do that. Not when she still calls for you at night. No… you have to be eliminated. Destroyed, really. You can no longer exist on the same planet as her! You are in the way of my love!”

Loud screams of terror ringed out throughout the crisp night air and then it was silence.

Rolfe returned hours later scrubbed clean of blood while he crawled into the bed with his darling mate. He sighed in contentment when she cuddled him. Yes… it may take time to train her properly, but he was sure he could do it. He could make her love him. Just like he loved her.

[hiddens-eden]

RESULTS ARE IN!!

My next story will be “The Moon and His Guard” a (Hunter x Male reader) story! Be on the look out for when it releases!

[bleedingreverie]

Yandere x reader

TW: non-con, infantilisation, trapped reader, size difference, dub-con, power imbalance and much more. All yanderes are aged up!

You sit on the edge of the bed, your hands gripping the hem of the pastel nightgown he had chosen for you earlier in the evening. The room is dimly lit, casting long shadows that stretch across the walls. He’s sitting in the chair by the door, watching you, his dark eyes filled with an unsettling mix of adoration and control.

“You’ve been so good for me lately,” he says, his deep voice cutting through the heavy silence. “So obedient.” He stands, his broad frame towering over you as he approaches the bed.

You don’t respond. You’ve learned that silence is safer.

He places a hand on your shoulder, his fingers firm but not rough, and tilts your chin up so you’re forced to look at him. “Are you scared of me?” he asks, his voice soft but laced with something darker.

You swallow hard, your throat dry. “No,” you lie, because the truth would only make things worse.

His lips curl into a faint smile. “Good girl,” he murmurs, stroking your cheek with his thumb. “You don’t have to be afraid of me, you know. I’ll never hurt you… unless you make me.”

The unspoken threat lingers in the air as he sits beside you, his weight causing the mattress to dip. He wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you against him. His strength is overwhelming, and though his touch is gentle now, you know how easily that could change.

“I’ve done everything for you,” he says, his tone almost pleading. “I’ve given you a home, kept you safe, made sure you’ll never have to worry about anything. Isn’t that enough for you?”

You nod quickly, knowing that hesitation could lead to consequences. “Yes,” you whisper, your voice barely audible.

He leans closer, his breath warm against your ear. “That’s what I thought,” he says, his tone shifting to something softer, almost tender. His lips brush against your temple, then trail down to your neck. “You belong to me,” he murmurs, his hands moving to your waist, pulling you closer until there’s no space left between you.

Your body stiffens as his touch becomes more insistent, his large hands exploring with a sense of ownership rather than affection. “Relax,” he whispers, his voice low and commanding. “I know what’s best for you.”

You don’t move, don’t resist, even as he lays you back against the pillows, his shadow falling over you like a shroud. His gaze roams over you, a possessive gleam in his eyes as he takes in the sight of you in the nightgown he picked out.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” he says, his hand brushing your hair away from your face. “So perfect. My perfect little doll.”

You turn your head to the side, your breath quickening as his hands travel lower, his touch firm but controlled. “Look at me,” he demands, his voice soft but unyielding. When you don’t obey immediately, he grips your chin and turns your face back toward him. “Don’t make me remind you who’s in charge.”

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, but you blink them back. You’ve learned that crying doesn’t help; it only spurs him on. He leans down, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that’s more about control than passion.

“See?” he whispers against your lips. “This is where you’re meant to be. With me. Forever.”

And as he continues, the weight of his words sinks in deeper than ever. You’re his—his possession, his pet, his doll. There’s no escape, no future beyond these walls, and no way to fight the man who holds all the power.

Insert:

Bnha: Deku, old man Bakugo, All might, Mirio, Kirishima, maybe todoroki.

Hxh: Illumi, Hisoka, Uvogin, Older Gon and Killua.

[niilue]

pounding sub!illumi to oblivion as we readers watch his emotionless facade fall. he’s moaning out and sobbing for more and that’s exactly what we give him until he’s moaning/whining out of overstimulation. you can add whatever more you want to this!

have a good day!💗

ෆ    ִ      ׁ   sub illumi

cw: dom!reader, male top, breeding kink, voice kink, illumi needy and vocal

illumi's emotionless facade had always been his defining trait, a mask of stoicism that rarely, if ever, faltered. but now, that mask was crumbling. you had him pinned beneath you, his body trembling as you pounded into him relentlessly. his long black hair clung to his sweat-slicked skin, and his usually impassive face was contorted in pleasure.

each thrust elicited a moan from illumi, the sound growing louder and more desperate with every movement. his voice, usually so controlled, was now a symphony of whimpers and sobs, a melody that spurred you on. you knew exactly how to break him, and you reveled in the power you held over him.

"more," he gasped, his voice barely a whisper. "please... more."

you obliged, increasing your pace, driving into him with a force that made the bed creak. his legs wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer, deeper. every thrust pushed him closer to the edge, his body quivering with the intensity of it all.

"look at you," you murmured, leaning down to kiss the tears from his cheeks. "begging for it like a good boy."

illumi's eyes fluttered open, wide and glassy with need. the once cold, emotionless gaze was now filled with a raw, unfiltered desire. he moaned louder, his hands clawing at your back, leaving red marks in their wake. he was a moaning, whining mess, his voice a mixture of broken cries and breathless pleas.

"please," he sobbed. "please, i can't..."

but you didn't let up. you kept going, pushing him beyond his limits, watching as his composure shattered completely. his moans turned into screams, his body writhing beneath you as he came, his orgasm ripping through him with a force that left him trembling.

but you weren't done. not yet. you continued to thrust into him, even as he whined in overstimulation, his body convulsing with every movement. the overstimulation was exquisite, his mind a blur of pleasure and pain. he could barely form coherent thoughts, let alone words, and the only thing that escaped his lips were broken cries and sobs.

"you wanted this," you reminded him, your voice a low growl in his ear. "you begged for it."

he nodded weakly, unable to speak, his body completely at your mercy. you leaned down, pressing your lips to his ear. "i'm going to fill you up," you whispered. "breed you until you can't take anymore."

illumi's eyes rolled back in his head at your words, another sob escaping his lips. the thought of being filled, claimed, bred— it drove him wild. he was lost in the sensation, his body a puppet to your desires.

you felt him tighten around you, and with one final, powerful thrust, you came, filling him with your seed. the sensation pushed illumi over the edge once more, his body convulsing as he came again, his voice hoarse from screaming.

you stayed like that for a moment, both of you breathing heavily, your bodies entwined. then you pulled out, watching as your cum dripped from his spent body, a proof to your domination.

illumi lay there, his chest heaving, his face flushed and tear-streaked. he looked up at you, his eyes filled with a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction. he was a mess, a beautiful, broken mess, and you knew you had pushed him to his limits.

but he had wanted it. he had begged for it. and you had given him exactly what he craved.