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mamayan · 1 year ago

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Darling! Hisoka Morow x Yandere! Reader

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

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

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

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

So starts the morbid curiosity. Who is Hisoka Morow?

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

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

It’ll be entirely mundane too.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That was strike one.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Beneath you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It made him want to bite you like one.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

When his chains do first.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bonnie and Clyde duo!

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

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

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

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

Dividers by @benkeibear

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jjkamochoso · 4 months ago

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Okay guys I screwed this up yesterday!! This was a request from @killuagirly and was originally an ask but I accidentally posted it unfinished instead of saving as a draft and had to delete it lol SO here's the request: "Another Feitan request! Feitan with a Female Reader who's dying to 'pretty him up'! He's already gorgeous as is of course, but wouldn't it be so fun to do a morning & nightly routine with him? If she's lucky, Feitan will let her paint his nails! He goes for black when she asks what color he'd like, but maybe with a little pink heart on each ring finger! He wouldn't mind that much, so long as the Troupe doesn't see of course. He'd never hear the end of it."

Here's my answer to the ask: I loved this so much😭❤️ thank you for always bringing me your Feitan ideas, I absolutely love writing for this man🥺❤️ I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!!🫶

And finally, here's the fic:

Pretty in Portor

Fluff

Feitan Portor x f!reader

Warnings: slight mentions of violence

Feitan had no clue how he got so easily persuaded by you. It was like you put a spell on him or used some sort of crazy Nen technique to manipulate his actions. Of course, he knew that wasn’t the case—

He just really, really loved you.

That’s why he found himself in your room in the hideout of whatever city the Phantom Troupe had business in this time, wearing a fluffy headband pulling back his bangs while you applied a face mask to his pale skin. You already had your own on, sporting a fluffy headband matching his.

“Why you no ask Machi or Shizuku, even Pakunoda, to do this?”

“They’re not into this kind of stuff,” you whined.

“And I am?” he questioned, prompting you to jokingly swat at him. “You bring in water? I no going out to bathroom to wash off.”

“Of course. I’m not a monster,” you replied. “I won’t make you too uncomfortable as you so sweetly partake in my nightly routine with me.”

“Too late,” he grumbled, earning a gentle flick of the forehead.

After you both rinsed off the mask, you rummaged through your belongings to find the rest of your skincare items. You laid them out on the bed, all of the foreign labels piquing Feitan’s interest.

“What this?” he asked, picking up a small jar.

“I was just looking for that! Thank you,” you said as he handed it to you. “It’s exfoliation for your lips. It gets all the dead skin off and makes them smooth. You want some?”

“Looks sticky. Absolutely not.”

“Your loss.” You giggled mischievously before your voice gained a flirty tone. “You know, if you ever wanna kiss anyone, this is a great way to make sure your lips are smooth.”

Feitan glared at you mercilessly. “Don’t say stupid things.”

“Just a suggestion!” you exclaimed, putting your hands up in defense. You put some of the product on your lips and scrubbed with your finger, taking care to get your lips nice and soft. Feitan busied himself with looking at your array of items, thinking your words over and trying not to blush. His eyes trailed up, sneaking a glance at the way your finger ran over your now moisturized lips as his mind filled with what they might feel like against his own…

He quickly went back to his reading of ingredients on whatever bottle he picked up, trying to shake those thoughts out of his head. You were none the wiser of what he was thinking about, though you couldn’t help but notice that Feitan was a little too engrossed in the bottle of serum he was holding, especially after his not-so-subtle peek at you just a minute ago. You wondered if maybe that could mean he felt the same about you that you did about him? You hadn’t a clue and it didn’t help to ponder over questions you were sure you’d never have answers to, so you picked up a bottle of nail polish to forget your worries for the moment.

“You want your nails done too?” you asked.

“Only if you have black,” he snorted, figuring your girly, pink loving self wouldn’t be caught dead in black nail polish. To his horror, you procured a bottle of his color request and held it up.

“Perfect! I’ll do yours after I do mine.”

Feitan wanted to protest, but knew it was no use. He was a man of his word, after all, so he sat quietly, mindlessly flipping through a book he had brought into your room as you began to paint your nails.

“All done,” you had said after a few minutes. “Your turn!”

Feitan groaned but sat across from you anyway.

“Hand, please,” you told him. He held out his left hand first and you went to work, but not before he almost shivered at the skin-on-skin contact. When both hands were done, two coats of polish and one layer of lotion later, Feitan was impressed with the end result. He had to admit, he was a fan of the dark color contrasting against his skin.

“They look so pretty!” you gushed, fawning over the great job you did with his nails. You grasped his fingers and turned them every which way, inspecting them closely. They looked nice, sure, but they were missing something.

Your eyes lit up. “I know! I can paint a little heart on one of the nails.”

“Anatomical?” He smiled darkly. “Bloody?”

You screwed your nose up in disgust. “No, I was thinking something more like this.”

You picked up a small brush, used for creating tiny details, and dipped it into the pink polish bottle. You then carefully made a few strokes over each of his pinky nails, drawing a dainty heart on each one.

“There,” you said triumphantly. Feitan looked at his nails, confused at how he should feel. On one hand, it was sweet of you to include him in your hobbies and enthusiastically make him participate, but on the other hand, how could you not see how wildly ironic it was, painting cutesy hearts on the nails of a sadistic torturer? The same nails that were normally inflicting pain and misery, caked in blood and other bodily fluids, were now covered in nail polish and sweet smelling lotion, being treated with a tenderness he forgot he had craved for so long. Unfortunately, because there was a “no fighting your fellow Troupe members” rule, Feitan wouldn’t dare to walk out of your room with the nail art; he couldn’t bear the idea of being teased to no end and not being able to shut the person up with violence.

“Tch. Cover it with paint. I no need anyone seeing this.”

“Aww Fei, are you sure?” you pouted. “But you look adorable!”

“No want to look adorable when killing someone. That your job.”

You giggled as you opened the black polish bottle again while the man quickly looked away, trying to hide his sheepishness at the compliment he inadvertently gave you. Now that your last minute art additions were covered, it made it even more special to him. He loved knowing he had your heart, a little piece of you, hidden away in a place only he knew of.

“This is more your style anyway,” you said, smiling softly at his plain black nails. You were about to put the polish back in your bag but before you could do anything, Feitan stopped you.

“Wait. Sit.”

You obliged, curious to know what he was up to. Feitan himself seemed surprised that he spoke up, but nevertheless continued.

“Choose color and give me brush.”

Your stomach fluttered with excitement when you realized he was going to do some nail art on you as well.

“I’ll do black,” you said, “that way we’ll match each other.”

“Gross,” he muttered, feeling his cheeks warm as he studied your splayed out hands in front of him, not daring to peek at your gorgeous face in his flustered state. He busied himself with the brush, starting his art. You decided to wait until he was done before looking at your nails to keep it a surprise. Your eyelashes fluttered closed, enjoying the relaxing atmosphere. Feitan, now finished, was going to question why you hadn’t said anything yet but he looked up to see your shut eyes. You looked so peaceful that he wouldn’t be surprised if you were asleep. His gaze darted down to your lips, the skin softer than ever after your exfoliation, and he was so terribly tempted to kiss you. He stared you down, deathly still as he took this time to inspect all of your pretty facial features while he knew for sure you wouldn’t catch him doing so.

“Feitan,” you whispered, his skin erupting in goosebumps at the way you said his name, “are you all done?”

He wanted to say no, have you all to himself as he continued to commit your every fine line and curve of your expression to his memory, but as selfish of a man he was, he didn’t want to make you wait to see his work any longer.

“Open eyes.”

You did what he said, but instead of your nails, your vision was filled with the handsome face of the man you adored to no end.

“So pretty,” you breathed out, getting lost in his gray eyes.

“You haven’t seen nails yet, idiot,” he chided, wishing the acid in his stomach could dissolve the butterflies flying around in it.

“Hmm? Yeah, you’re right,” you replied, finally examining his artistry. You gasped with delight at what you saw. Feitan had drawn a skull, similar to the one on his cowl, on each of your ring fingers.

“They’re perfect! Feitan, I love it! Thank you!” you exclaimed. He was about to answer you but was dumbstruck when you planted a kiss at the corner of his lips before bringing him into a bone crushing hug.

“I’m just so excited! We look so good!” you continued, eventually pulling away from him with a big smile. “I’ll be right back, I’m going to show everyone!”

You ran off, your bunny slippers thumping against the hard floor. Feitan brought his polished fingers to his face where they rested against the spot you had just kissed, letting a lovestruck grin rest on his face.

Your lips were even softer than he dreamed of.

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uvobreakmylegs · 10 months ago

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basically the Amateur Night section from the movie V/H/S but with more wlw

vampire! Machi x female! reader

💕Happy Valentine's Day💕

Warnings: creepy behavior, allusions to noncon/dubcon, implied death, implied violence, manipulation, mind control

Word count: 5.3k

You wanted to talk to her.

She sat next to you at the table, and you couldn't help the way your eyes would continuously go over to her, taking in different things about her appearance every time you would steal a glance. Her pink hair that was kept up in a ponytail was one of the first things you noted, followed by the pretty shade of blue of her eyes and the pale shade of her lipstick. The dark purple dress she was wearing suited her, though you had to wonder if the high collar of the garment made things uncomfortable given the rather humid air in the bar. Although she seemed comfortable enough, so it must not have been an issue for her.

You really wanted to talk to her.

Unfortunately, the current situation you found yourself in wasn't allowing that to happen. Not very easily.

A hand brushed against your shoulder, and your attention was brought back to the guy who was sitting way closer than you liked, crowding you in so you had no easy way out.

“You sure you don't want a drink?” he asked over the music in the bar.

“I've got a drink,” you answered, smiling as you lifted up the glass that you were careful not to let out of your sight.

“Then how about shots?”

“Nah, no thanks.”

“Aw, don't be boring.”

“I'm good,” you cheerfully reiterated, adding “maybe one of your friends will do it.”

“But I want you to do it.”

You laughed, trying your best to keep your annoyance hidden as he continued to push for you to drink more.

You didn't like this guy at all.

You wouldn't be sitting with him were it not for the fact that he and one of his friends had managed to effectively trap you where you were sitting: the two men came up on either side of the table where you were sitting and asked if the other seats were taken in the same moment that they sat down next to you. Since you had foolishly picked an area where the seats were right up against the wall, you couldn't get out without them moving out of the way.

And it was very clear that the guy sitting next to you didn't intend on leaving you alone.

Despite being in a crowded bar, you didn't feel safe trying to bring attention to your predicament. The conflict-averse part of you felt it was better to try and get out of this without causing a scene, so you smiled and pretended to entertain him while you waited for your opportunity to get away.

You thought you found your opportunity when the one on the other side of you got up to get himself a drink, and you kept the guy next to you distracted as you subtly collected your purse into your lap, ready to make a quick exit.

That was when she showed up.

The duo of men were actually a trio, and their third came sauntering up to the table with her, telling her to take the seat next to you. He tried to place his hand on her lower back but stopped when she gave him a sharp glare that made him back off, holding up his hands in mock surrender while she slid in next to you.

You could've asked her to move – tell that to her and this new guy before they settled in. And surely she would have no issue complying even if it would annoy the two men.

But after taking one look at her, you decided not to.

Instead, you said nothing as she sat down. And after the two of you made eye contact, you smiled and introduced yourself.

She nodded in response before giving you her name – Machi.

You couldn't explain it at all, why you decided to stay. There was something else, something about her that drew you in. What it was exactly you couldn't quite pinpoint; at best all you could say was that she had a certain aura about her that mystified you that part of you wanted to describe as being otherworldly, and that was enough to have you wishing that you could know more.

But so far the only words that the two of you had managed to exchange were your initial greetings, as the two guys that were now blocking both of you in were eager to have you drink your fill while they chatted you up. It looked pretty obvious to you where they were hoping this would go: you and Machi going home with them while being too inebriated to offer much in terms of resistance. That was the sense you got from the way the looked at you two and how the guy next to you – did he say his name was Jeremy? – kept finding reasons to put his hands on you. You felt your skin burning every time he touched you, but you fought the urge to push him away.

That was what you got for going out to a bar alone.

But maybe you and Machi could get out of this together.

You glanced over to her again while Jeremy was talking about something, and you found that she appeared just as disinterested in the man sitting next to her – his name might have been Glen – as she had been when he first herded her over here. Her eyes were still on the drink that he had placed in front of her earlier – that she had yet to even touch – and she wasn't giving him much of a reaction to anything he said. Her responses were generally short.

That didn't seem to dissuade him much, and you glanced over a short while later just in time to see him reaching for her hand.

She turned her head away from you to face him, and you could only assume that she was glaring at him again as he backed off immediately, once more holding his hands up in mock surrender.

Though you couldn't help but notice that the smile that accompanied that gesture seemed a lot more forced now.

That could be bad.

You needed to bring your attention back to Jeremy as you heard him speaking to you again.

“What do you think you'll be doing once you're done here?” he asked you.

“I'm not sure,” you answered.

He grinned as he leaned in closer, saying “we rented a room not far from here. You should come with us; we'll have more drinks.”

Oh fuck no

“I don't know,” you said, “I'm not sure how much more drinking I want to do tonight.”

“You're being boring again.”

“They're both being boring,” Glen chimed in, pointing to Machi's drink as he added “she hasn't touched what I got her at all.”

“I don't like it,” Machi told him.

“Why didn't you tell me earlier?”

“You didn't ask.”

Sensing that his friend was losing his patience, Jeremy cut in.

“You should drink it anyway. It's polite,” he told her.

“See? You're outvoted two to one. You should take a sip,” Glen said.

"No."

At that point, you felt compelled to step in as well.

“I agree with Machi. She doesn't need to drink it if she doesn't want to,” you said.

“Oh, come on! You're not supposed to team up against us,” Jeremy told you in a teasing tone.

“Then you shouldn't be giving us a reason to team up in the first place,” you said. Your tone had been just as light, and the slightly awkward moment ended when the third guy of their friend group (who you had almost managed to completely forget about) came back and Glen handed him Machi's untouched drink. He seemed a bit confused for a second before eventually wandering off with it.

Jeremy had never lost his good spirits, but you couldn't help but notice the way Glen glared at you, and you immediately didn't feel good. You didn't like the thought of staying around him any longer than you needed to.

Machi was quiet again, though the two of you managed to make eye contact again, at which you smiled at her.

She gave you a brief, small nod, seemingly as a way to quietly thank you.

It continued like that, Jeremy becoming subtly but increasingly insistent on you drinking more with him. All you could do was politely laugh it off. Meanwhile there was a one-sided conversation going on between Machi and Glen, who was doing all of the talking while she didn't even make an attempt to pretend to be interested in what he was saying. And then the third guy returned to the table for a brief moment without the drink he'd been handed before, but quickly went back out onto the floor, wandering towards another woman who seemed to be on her own.

You had no clue how long things stayed like this, though the moment felt never-ending.

Jeremy leaned in towards you suddenly, and the way he encroached on your space forced you to back away. Unfortunately, you ended up scooting right up against Machi.

“Ah- sorry,” you said to her.

She shrugged, saying “it's alright.”

Despite the minimal interaction between you two, Glen seemed to get annoyed by it, telling her “you've been talking to her more than you've been talking to me. What's up with that?”

“You haven't been saying anything all that interesting,” Machi told him.

“So that's why you're ignoring me?”

She shrugged.

“Why are you even here if all you're going to do is act like a bitch?” he asked.

“Weren't you the one who dragged me over here?” she asked in response.

He didn't say anything in response to that, but you could tell now that he was getting angry. Even Jeremy seemed worried about where the interaction was going to go, staying quiet while trying to silently tell his friend to stop whatever he was thinking.

You chose then to interject once more, clapping your hands to get everyone's attention.

“Hey! I changed my mind,” you said aloud, turning to Jeremy as you said “I'll do shots as long as everyone else does. Why don't you and your friend go get some for us?”

“…. Uh, yeah, okay.”

Jeremy stood and signaled for Glen to go with him. And after a few seconds, he reluctantly left his seat, walking away with his friend towards the crowded bar to collect the drinks. With them at the bar and the third guy whose name you still didn't know at the other side of the room talking to the same woman you saw him approaching earlier, it was just you and Machi now.

You turned to her as you said “I think he's getting really mad at you.”

She looked over to you before simply replying with a “I noticed.”

“Aren't you worried? What if he tries to do something?” you asked.

“He can try but it won't make much difference.”

“And besides,” she added, “he won't dare to do anything while we're here. Not unless he wants everyone in here to come down on him.”

“But you won't have that safety if he gets you alone,” you pointed out.

“I know.”

If she knew that, then why wasn't she leaving?

Before you were able to say anything along those lines, Machi beat you to it as she said “you should probably head off before they come back.”

Looking back to where the men were standing, she was right that now was a good time to escape. There appeared to be some sort of hold-up at the bar as there were a lot of people clustered around there now; no doubt the poor bartenders were desperately trying to get through all the drink orders quickly to avoid any potential verbal abuse from the patrons who would likely get angry if their order took too long. Jeremy and Glen were still in the same place, both men straining their necks to look over the people in front of them. And the third guy was still talking to that woman, though she was looking increasingly uncomfortable as he leaned in closer to her.

If you wanted to leave without incident, now was your chance.

“Like you said, things could get bad if we end up alone,” Machi added, “I doubt you want to get caught up in that.”

…. She was telling you to leave.

But she'd be staying?

After a moment, you shook your head.

“I don't want to leave yet,” you said.

Machi's gaze narrowed as she looked at you.

“There's no way you're actually interested in either of them,” she said.

“How can you tell?”

“Because I've been feeling the way you cringe every time that one touches you. Unless you like torturing yourself, you have no reason to stay here,” Machi said.

“I have a reason,” you replied.

“And what's that?”

“I don't want to leave you alone with them.”

Machi only raised an eyebrow at you.

You continued, saying “I'm really worried about you now. I don't get why you aren't leaving yourself, but after seeing the way that guy looked at you, I don't feel good at the thought of leaving you alone with him.”

“So you're staying because you're worried about me,” she stated.

You nodded.

She didn't look impressed.

“That's nice of you, I guess, but you should really just leave. Despite how it might look, I can handle those idiots. I don't need someone to look after me,” she told you.

The tone in her voice indicated that she was annoyed with you.

Despite that, you decided to persist, cutting in before she spoke again.

“I'm sorry,” you said, “I'm not trying to annoy you, and I'm definitely not trying to belittle you or anything. I am really worried about what those guys might try to do to you, but that isn't the only reason why I'm staying.”

Machi's expression remained flat as she asked “what's the other reason?”

You ran your fingernail along the side of your glass, leaving marks in the condensation. It was nerve-wracking to try and build up the courage to admit that you were interested in her. After all, she didn't seem impressed with anyone around her; why would she ever be interested in you?

But you might as well shoot your shot, right?

“You seem really interesting and I'd like to get to know you,” you answered.

“Get to know me?” she asked.

“Like a one-on-one over a cup of coffee sometime. Or something else if that's what you'd prefer. Whatever would suit you best.”

You felt the heat building up in your cheeks as you said that and you couldn't make eye contact with her. Just how embarrassed did you look right now?

“….. Oh.”

From the way she said that, it seemed like she understood what you meant, and when you glanced over, you found that she looked a bit surprised at your confession. Machi then looked back to the empty surface of the table in front of her, and you followed suit by turning your gaze to the glass in your hands.

She wasn't upset, was she?

The two of you remained quiet for a few moments within the noisy atmosphere of the bar. The men weren't back yet. Their third was still desperately talking to that poor woman, but the ones who seemed most interested in you and Machi were nowhere to be seen. Though it felt like it was only a matter of time before they came back and you two would be trapped by them again.

In a perfect world, you and Machi would ditch those three and go somewhere else.

It seemed like that might be what ended up happening, as Machi was staying quiet. While she didn't seem as irritated as she had earlier, her reaction didn't necessarily point to anything positive for you.

There wasn't much to be done if she wasn't interested. If that was the case, the best thing you could do was make yourself scarce like she'd been telling you to do.

“I can leave you alone, though,” you said, “I understand if that's what you want.”

You realized after you spoke that your voice had been a bit too quiet in the loud space of the bar and you would likely need to repeat yourself if you wanted to be heard.

But somehow she did hear you as she answered “I don't know now.”

You blinked.

“You don't know?” you asked, confused.

“I don't know if I want you to leave me alone or not.”

“Oh.”

That was a good sign, right? Ah, crap. You'd never felt so flustered around someone else before this.

“I guess it's a bit surprising you'd say that when I've got that one guy hovering around me,” she said.

“I probably wouldn't have if it wasn't for the fact that you really hate him,” you answered.

“I don't hate him; he's not worth hating,” she replied.

“But you don't like him.”

“No.”

Your eyebrows furrowed as you said “I really don't understand why you're hanging around these guys. Why?”

She dodged the question, answering with “we're discussing you, remember?”

“You're not even trying to hide the fact that you're avoiding my question,” you said.

“Nope.”

Machi's tapped her fingers on the table as she asked “still want to get to know me?”

“Yeah,” you answered without hesitation.

“You're weird,” she said.

You shrugged.

“I'll take weird. Being weird isn't always that bad,” you said.

“There are things that are worse than being weird,” she agreed, before adding “but I'm not sure why you're so interested in me.”

Probably not a good idea to word-vomit everything you'd been thinking about her. Probably better to say something that made at least a little bit of sense.

“I feel like we might work really well together,” you said.

She hummed.

“Based on what?” Machi asked.

“A hunch.”

It wasn't a great reason, but you couldn't think of anything other than that.

But you noticed the way Machi blinked after you said that.

And then, after a moment, she surprised you when she smiled to herself.

“Did I say something funny?” you asked.

“A little bit."

"Funny in a good way or a bad way?"

"A good way,” Machi answered.

She leaned her head against her hand as she said “I think I'd like to learn more about you, too.”

You felt your heart flutter as she said that and you smiled back at her.

If only that moment wasn't ruined by Glen and Jeremy returning to the table, carrying two small glasses each that were placed down in front of you while they apologized for the hold up. One of those glasses was slid across the surface of the table in front of you, and Jeremy told you to drink up.

Crap. You'd managed to forget how the excuse you'd used to get them away from you. After explicitly asking for drinks, there'd be a bad reaction if you refused them. You glanced over to Machi and found that the pleasant look on her face from earlier was gone, her lips once more set in a small frown. Yet she still picked up the glass that had been given to her. When she noticed you looking at her, she gave you a small nod. So she felt you should drink?

You felt better about it, then. You weren't about to trust Jeremy or his friends, but you could trust Machi.

The alcohol burned as it went down your throat, and the two men laughed at you when you made a face after swallowing it. Some water would've been nice to wash the taste out.

Machi's hand lightly touched your shoulder as she asked if you were alright, and you nodded, making a comment about how you didn't care much for the taste.

Glen seemed to be in a better mood now, which made you feel a bit better. Though with the return of the two men, you were now in the same predicament you'd been in before: unable to leave without causing some sort of issue with them, which by now you definitely didn't want to do. While it was nice to know that Machi was also a little interested in you, you didn't know how the two of you could ditch them. Especially with Machi being weird about her motives. You couldn't even ask about that now with the two of them crowding around you.

Hopefully you could figure something out.

The return to the situation you'd been stuck in for the past half-hour didn't last very long. At the other end of the bar, you heard a woman scream, and like everyone else in the room, your head turned to see the cause of the cry just in time to see a woman slapping that unnamed third guy across the face while yelling some choice words at him.

The two men with you reacted immediately. Glen got up to head to their third's rescue while Jeremy stood and hurriedly told the two of you “we should leave before they kick us out.”

“But we haven't done anything,” you said.

“Yeah, but you're with us,” he answered.

You were ready to argue with him on that point; every part of you was ready to throw him under the bus if just so you could finally get away from them, but Machi stopped you before you could say anything, tapping your shoulder to get your attention.

Looking you in the eye, she said “let's go with him.”

Within an instant all thoughts of arguing with Jeremy went out the window, and you blankly nodded with her suggestion.

There were more raised voices as you got up, and it sounded as though several people were becoming angry and possibly aggressive – you couldn't say for sure, however. You were only focused on the feeling of Machi's hand in yours as the both of you followed the guy out of the bar.

The skin of her palm and fingers felt slightly calloused, you idly thought.

When you snapped back to reality, you and Machi were on the sidewalk standing next to a car. Looking around revealed that Jeremy was heading back to the bar, where it sounded a lot louder now. Had things escalated inside?

All the more reason to leave now.

Turning back towards Machi, whose hand was still in yours, you asked “neither of us like those guys, right?”

She nodded.

“Then why don't we run really fast and get away before they get here?”

“I don't think you can run right now,” she said.

“Then we can walk really fast,” you replied.

Machi smiled a little, but shook her head.

You frowned.

“Did you mean it when you said that you wanted to learn about me?” you asked.

“Yeah, I did,” Machi said.

“Then why-”

“I need to do something first,” she said, “but after I'm done with them, we can ditch them for good.”

You didn't get a chance to ask what she needed them for, because her hand went to cup your cheek and her eyes looked into yours as she spoke again. For some reason, you felt as though you were taking in the information, yet you couldn't hear it. The words were connecting with some part of your subconscious as opposed to your mind; all your brain could focus on was the touch of her skin on yours, the pretty shade of blue of her eyes and the color of her lipstick.

Things that didn't involve Machi were hard to make out now. Your vision was fuzzy and it felt like you had cotton stuffed into your ears, the voices of other people that were also leaving the bar being hard to make out.

But every time Machi spoke, you could hear her clearly. Like when you were ushered into a car by the three men – when did they come back? – and you vaguely felt a hand on your back that shoved you across the seat, you heard her voice loud and clear as she firmly said “don't hit her.”

There was a car ride. Where the men were situated in the car you had no idea. But Machi sat next to you in the back seat, between you and one of the men. Sitting up began to feel strenuous, and you ended up with your cheek resting on her shoulder.

Her hand was still on your arm, reassuring you with soft touches, and you felt better.

By the time the car trip ended, you were having difficulty standing, and Machi needed to help you up the stairs of what appeared to be the upper level of a cheap motel. With the area being relatively quiet, you could hear now that the men were laughing, though their conversations were harder to make out.

The scenery changed again, and now you were inside a poorly lit motel room equipped with two beds that, under normal circumstances, you wouldn't want to even touch. But you didn't protest when Machi led you to one of them and laid you down on top of it, the scratchy bed cover not enough to keep you from the sleep that was now forcing you to close your eyes.

One of the men took issue with that, and you had enough awareness to know when he slapped you across the face. Yet that didn't manage to rouse you.

It felt like whoever had slapped you was about to do it again only to be abruptly stopped.

And then you heard her speak once more before blacking out completely.

“I said don't hit her.”

You didn't recognize the bedroom you woke up in.

After opening your eyes and blearily looking about the room for a few moments, that realization had you sitting upright, looking over yourself while trying to recall your last memory.

Your clothes were still on, so that was a good sign. But when it came to remembering everything that had happened, it became a little more spotty.

You'd been out at a bar. By yourself, which was a dumb move on your part since you attracted a trio of pests. Then you met Machi. You two managed to talk and it seemed like she might like you at least a little. And then you both were outside of the bar at some point.

After that….. Nothing.

You had no memory of what had happened after, where you'd gone from there or how you ended up in a darkened bedroom that seemed slightly cluttered. It was clearly morning, though, if the bits of light coming through the small spaces of the blinds were to be believed.

Where was Machi?

You only needed to look to the side of the bed that you hadn't checked to learn the answer to that. She lay next to you, facing away so all you really saw was messy pink hair sticking out from beneath the covers. But you must have made enough noise when you woke up because she turned towards you moments later, sitting up as well as she said “hey.”

“Hey,” you answered.

“Are you feeling alright?” she asked.

“Yeah, I think,” you said.

“I've got painkillers if you need any,” Machi said.

You didn't answer at first, distracted by the sight of her with her hair down, though you eventually remembered to reply as you said “I'm okay, but thanks.”

You sounded a bit distant, and she seemed to pick up on that.

“Something wrong?” she asked.

“Ah, I guess I'm just a little weirded out that I don't remember much of what happened last night,” you admitted.

“Maybe you drank too much.”

You didn't feel like that was the case, but you couldn't think of anything else. Or maybe it had something to do with the alcohol those guys had gotten for you.

Oh, right. Those three.

“What happened to those guys?” you asked her.

“They were at that motel last I saw,” Machi answered.

“But we're not at the motel.”

“No, this is my place.”

“But how did we end up here?” you asked.

“They were barely in a better state than you,” she said, “I slipped out with you once I saw a good opportunity.”

“Oh. Okay.”

They must have been more shitfaced than you realized. Didn't you get into a car with one of them driving? That was a bit more scary to think about, what might have happened if they were really that inebriated.

Luckily you were here now.

Then you added “thanks for taking me with you. I hope it wasn't too much trouble to drag me around with you.”

“It wasn't. But if you feel bad, you can make it up to me by having that one-on-one conversation you want over breakfast,” she said.

“Sounds good to me.”

With that, both of you were prompted to leave the bed, and as Machi made her way towards the bedroom door, instinct had you pulling the covers back over once you were standing, wanting to have the bed looking somewhat presentable at the very least.

Didn't you end up on a different bed at first last night?

You paused as bits and pieces came back to mind. An uncomfortable bed with an equally uncomfortable sheets. Raised voices. A scuffle.

Blood.

… When did that happen?

Machi called out to you, and you turned to her.

“Did you get hurt last night?” you asked.

“No.”

Her tone was nonchalant.

You questioned her again as you asked “did I get hurt?”

“No.”

“…. That's weird.”

“What is?”

“I feel like I remember seeing a lot of blood at one point,” you said.

Spattered across the floor and dripping down the walls, almost everything in sight coated in red. Even you – you could feel it sticking to the exposed parts of your skin, on your face, and you accidentally got a taste when you ran your tongue over your lips. It didn't feel good, and the smell in the air was overwhelming, like the particles were clogging up your nose. You made a move to get up from the bed you were laying on, wanting to leave.

Someone set their sights on you as soon as you did that.

“You didn't see any blood last night; you probably just had a nightmare,” Machi told you.

Ah. That made sense. After all, you'd looked over yourself when you woke up, and you would've noticed if there had been any blood on you. But it was just a nightmare, so it was better not to dwell on it.

That was such a weird thing to dream about, though.

You were walking towards her when another thought came to mind, that question that she'd avoided answering.

“Hey, you never told me what it was you wanted from those three. Why did you need to go with them?” you asked.

Machi waited until you had reached her, and this time she held out her hand to cup your cheek, her blue eyes staring directly into yours.

Blue eyes stared down at you from where you lay on the bed, a hand resting lightly on your chest as she pushed you back down. There was a groaning coming from behind her on the second bed, and if you were able to tear your gaze away from her, you might have seen the figures that were sprawled across it.

But you were too focused on everything about her: her hand traveling up to stroke your hair, the pretty shade of blue of her eyes and the deep red color that now covered her lips and dripped down from her mouth.

“It isn't important, so don't ask about it again,” Machi told you.

Within a moment, all of those thoughts were locked away into the deepest recesses of your mind, willed to never surface for as long as possible. You smiled at her as you cheerfully told her “okay!”

There was warmth in your heart when you saw that soft smile of hers once more.

#yandere hxh #yandere x reader #machi x reader #yandere machi #yandere hunter x hunter #reader insert #yandere #hxh x reader #hxh machi #vampire au

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runawaycarouselhorse · 2 months ago

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All of my favourite ships I get really invested in are not at all from romantic anime or shoujo. Shoujo romances bore me and if I like a shoujo series, it's for the art and characters and story, but I just don't get invested in the romances. Even the rare times I like a ship, it's some secondary or tertiary one that gets nearly zero focus or worse, I end up preferring the ones that will never be canon (Yuki and Machi, Takuto and Meroko, Mytho and Duck, and Leon and Jeudi...) Even if I think the main romance is okay, it's sweet, I never squeal over them or anything. The ships I ADORE and get invested in, even if they don't end up canon, are ones teased in anime primarily about adventure or mysteries or anything else. I ship absolutely nothing in shoujo the way I am head over heels over KojiMusa/Rocketshipping and DenAi/Wishfulshipping, which just get hints (the former canon in a secondary manga adaptation) in a kodomo/children's anime with a primarily male demographic or Jashi (Samurai Jack), which as a ship was definitely more popular with the male viewers, or my beloved ShinRan (Detective Conan) or the utterly adorable Kujou x Victorique (GOSICK)... I like the kind of ships more popular with guys or geared at male readers/viewers... probably the only exceptions being Zutara (Avatar: the Last Airbender) and HanaMaru (Chibi Maruko-chan), which definitely are more popular with female fans than male ones, but I also don't. React to the shipteasing like the girls during that preview video........ the shrieking and squealing, I never do that.

I get so, so, so, so, so bored by romance as the primary genre. No appeal. There HAS to be something else going on! (Probably why most shoujo I adore is the mahou shoujo variety where there's enemies to defeat or at least some interesting fantastic element. Or period dramas—I love the fashion so much.)

Give me a shounen anime romance that beats me over the head with its obviousness and I'll ship it, pfft. Plus, I need to see the characters struggling with something to really relate to and root for them... slice-of-life is my absolute least favourite anime genre because most of it has no resemblance to reality. It's either got to have the authenticity of Chibi Maruko-chan being based initially on the mangaka's childhood memories (with a couple of changes—a child-at-heart grandfather she wished to have, instead of the cruel and hated man no one mourned when he died...) or just be hilarious like Tanaka-san is Always Listless or Gekkan Shoujo Nozaki-kun. Ironically, only Maruko-chan is shoujo... the latter two are actually shounen!

Shoujo romances I actually loved: MamoUsa (Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon), yes, even in the 90's version filtered through male writers including a director who seemed to really hate him and the ship. It's definitely sweeter in the manga and Crystal, but the way 90's Mamoru behaves makes perfect sense for how isolated and lonely and confusing his childhood without his parents or even his memories of them were. ;_;

Oscar and André!!!!! I cried over them so much, I wound up dehydrated and my joints hurt and it was still worth it. Big globs of tears. I think it's also because I'm a sucker for the childhood friends trope, which usually don't end up together in shoujo I read...

#fandom #shoujo #shounen #kodomo #shipping #Pokemon #Detective Conan #Chibi Maruko chan #Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon #I get bored and restless and want to get back to the story if stuff focuses on romance too much PFFT #unless you manage to get me invested and shoujo almost never does that

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ao3feed-leopika · 5 months ago

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Femdom oneshots | Multifandom

Femdom oneshots | Multifandom Link to fic: https://ift.tt/r2emIAY by skreamqueen Kinks and warnings will be listed before each chapter. A multiship collection of femdom smut. This will include a variety of fandoms and kinks. I'll write most Character/Character and Character/Reader pairings, but I prefer to write the ones already tagged. I'll add more tags as I go, but the tags currently listed are for chapters I'm working on. Words: 231, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Hunter X Hunter, 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game), 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game), The Umbrella Academy (TV), Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga), Miraculous Ladybug, Overwatch (Video Game), Stranger Things (TV 2016), The Umbrella Academy (Comics) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M Characters: Hisoka (Hunter X Hunter), Machi (Hunter X Hunter), Illumi Zoldyck, Kurapika (Hunter X Hunter), Leorio Paladiknight, Pokkle (Hunter X Hunter), Ponzu (Hunter X Hunter), Shalnark (Hunter X Hunter), Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Kaminari Denki, Jirou Kyouka, Kirishima Eijirou, Gepard (Honkai: Star Rail), Sampo (Honkai: Star Rail), Stelle (Honkai: Star Rail), Caelus (Honkai: Star Rail), Dan Heng (Honkai: Star Rail), March 7th (Honkai: Star Rail), Asta (Honkai: Star Rail), Widowmaker | Amélie Lacroix, Angela "Mercy" Ziegler Relationships: Hisoka (Hunter X Hunter)/Reader, Illumi Zoldyck/Reader, Kurapika/Leorio Paladiknight, Kurapika/Reader, Leorio Paladiknight/Reader, Shalnark (Hunter X Hunter)/Reader, Hisoka/Machi (Hunter X Hunter), Klaus Hargreeves/Reader, number five/reader, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Reader, Gepard/Serval (Honkai: Star Rail), Pokkle/Ponzu (Hunter X Hunter), Reader/Everyone Additional Tags: kink details in each chapter, Degradation, Masochism, Sadism, Dacryphilia, Pegging, Femdom, submissive men, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Female, Public Sex, Vibrators, Sex Toys, Bondage, Choking, Cockwarming, Dirty Talk, Toxic Relationships, Bad BDSM Etiquette, Dubious Consent, Extremely Dubious Consent, Mommy Kink, Strap-Ons, Blowjobs, Face-Fucking, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering via AO3 works tagged 'Kurapika/Leorio Paladiknight' https://ift.tt/51IFGKy July 12, 2024 at 03:39AM

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evereinefaust · 1 year ago

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. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐁𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 ࿐ྂ

Pairing: Kurapika Kurta X afab!Reader

Sypnosis: MC decided to invite the gang to visit her hometown. During the trip, they discovered MC's secrets and background.

Word Count: 2,669

"Guys! I have something to tell you!" You announced as you came down from your room. "Hm? What is it?" Killua asked as he munched on his chocolate. "I would like to invite you to visit my hometown," You said with sparkling eyes. You sat next to Gon on the couch. "Sure, that would be great!" Gon beamed as he nodded to you. You smiled. "How about the rest of you?" You asked as you looked to Killua who was still busy munching on his chocolate, then to Leorio who was reading on the couch, and then to Kurapika who was reading too. "I would love to," Kurapika said as he closed his book and then looked at you, you felt your cheeks heat up at his eyes contact with yours. "I guess that it won't be bad, after all, we've been to Killua's home. I would like to see what this female assassin will show us" Leorio stated as he also closed his book. "Tsk! Mine wasn't that much fancy compared to Killua's!" You shouted at him as a tick mark appeared on your forehead.

The gang already knew that you were an assassin too. It happened during the search for the Phantom Troupe, Machi, and the other members successfully took hostage the three of you. Then they threatened to kill you if you don't tell them the truth. They already know that you are part of the [Surname] family, and because you have no power to fight back, you don't have a choice but to tell them. You told the troupe that you were truly an assassin, and this was heard by Killua. Killua confronted you after your escape from the troupe and then demanded to them all about you. You can't argue with that, then decided that you would them the truth. You were the same as Killua, the heir of the family, although you were different from him.

You were raised by your grandfather who taught you nen when you were still young. But because you failed to be the heiress and lacked power. The title was sent to your younger brother, who resembles Killua. Your family died in an accident and the only one who survived is you. The riches remained in your hometown and the grave of your family members was there. It was believed that they were killed by the puppet master, Omokage. You wanted revenge, you knew that he was once part of the troupe and you swore to yourself that you would bring the troupe down.

You shrugged then took one chocolate from Killua. "You can take much as you want, Flower Freak" He stated coolly, but then you smacked his head and his chocolate fell down. "You dare call me that again or I'll torture you..." You threatened as he gulped. Everyone knew that you have a kind heart, but whenever you're angry, you don't hesitate to torture that person, even killing him. And everybody knew that that's why they don't anger you, except for Killua. He's kinda hardheaded. But you can't blame him, he's gone to torture after all. You just threatened him, that's all you can do to him.

"I-I won't say it again..." He said as he stopped eating his chocolate. "Good, let's get going" You smiled at them. "Now?" Killua asked. "Yes. Now" You commanded as you smiled an evil smile. Everyone gulped. You got out your phone then dialed your loyal servant, Tatiana, then waited for her to pick up the telephone. She answered a small "Yes, my lady?". You smiled and then told her to order five tickets for your departure to your hometown. She responded with a little "Yes, understood" and then you hung up.

"Who's that?" Gon asked as everyone looked at you. "One of my servants, you guys should get ready. We need to go within thirty minutes or we will be late for our departure" You replied to Gon's question then commanded them to get ready. After five minutes, they came back with their things. You smiled as you and the others traveled to the port. It only costs you guys for only fifteen minutes to get there. As you arrived, you went inside the blimp followed by the others. You sat between Kurapika and Killua and Leorio and Gon were in front of the three of you.

You and the others talked until the blimp was about to depart. "Say [Name], what does your place look like? Is it huge like Killua's?" Gon asked, earning your attention. "Hm? Well... Since Killua and his family own a mountain, my family owned a whole island" You replied. "Ehhh?!" Everyone was shocked as their eyes widened. "I thought that Flower Freak only own a small place. I was shocked, she beats my family" Killua said while he crossed his arms and then closed his eyes. You smack his head as a tick mark appeared again on your forehead. "What did I tell you about that?!" You asked him angrily. "Tsk! Whatever" Killua turned away. You held your fist high as you got pissed by his behavior.

Kurapika chuckled while the others laughed. He placed a hand on your shoulder as you calm down. You turned to him and then smiled. The trip to your hometown was one adventure. On the way there, Killua and Gon would buy anything they saw delicious on the streets. Of course, you can't help but smile because of it. They would start a food fight, throwing at each other the foods they bought. On one stall, you noticed a [favorite color] flower necklace. Your eyes glowed as you touched it. Kurapika spotted you near that stall and then walked to you. He saw you hold the necklace and then smiled to himself.

"What does bright red mean?" He asked, startling you in the process. "Oh. I don't know... I don't even know that my eyes glow when I touched it" You explained as you looked at him then your eye color returned to normal. You have a special ability in which your eyes will glow when certain things happened. Bright yellow means that you are on a killing spree. Bright green means that you became a Specialist and your powers increased. Bright blue means that you're being controlled, it happened once when Shalnark manipulates you during the auction. Bright orange means that you lost powers. Bright violet means that you remembered some things in the past, it happened when you encounter Kurapika again after you lost your memories. Everything that you remember something, your eyes turn bright violet.

"Do you want it? I'll buy it for you" Kurapika said as he looked at you. "Um... Well, I'll be lying if I don't" You told him then shrugged. "Okay, I'll buy it for you" Kurapika smiled, and you smiled back. After he bought it for you, he get behind you and then put on the necklace. You blushed then you and the others started to walk to your place. "I'm tired, can we rest already?" Leorio whined. "No, we can't rest yet" You replied as the other kept walking. "You can't just stay inside the house, you know? Walking is one good kind of exercise" Killua stated as he placed his hand behind his head.

After the long walk, you and the gang already arrived at your destination. "Is that the place?" Gon asked as he pointed at the large mansion. "Yup! It wasn't that large though..." You replied. "Teehee... It seems that it will break down soon" Killua snickered while he was away from the group. You punched him right on his gut, he yelped in pain as he held his stomach. "Serves you right..." You said as you dusted your hands.

You and the other stood in front of the large oak door as it was opened by the servants inside. "Welcome back, my lady" All the servants simultaneously greeted. "Wow! Such great place..." Killua said in awe after he saw the structure inside the mansion. Even though the outside seems very old, the inside looks new. The place was sparkling and there were many gems decorating the place.

"This way, my lady" One female servant bowed and then showed the way to the living room. You nodded then went to the room, the others followed you. You and the guys sat on the couch as the servants brought in the tea and some snacks. "Your mansion looks shining, [Name]. It's worth the money!" Leorio complimented as he talked about how the world was surrounded by money again.

"It's such a beautiful place, [Name]. I also thank you for the tea and snacks" Kurapika said then thanked you. You looked at him and then smiled. "You're welcome, Kurapika," You said then took a sip of your tea. You chatted with the boys for 30 minutes, they asked you about the mansion, how large it is, how many years it was here, about the gems, and so much more. After the afternoon snacks, you decided to amuse them by taking a tour through the forest.

Once you and the gang left the mansion, you went through the thick forest and neared a lake. "Hey, Killua! look over there! Something's shining!" Gon called on the silverette as he pointed at a thing on the other side of the forest. "You're right, Gon. Come on, let's check out!" They ran towards the other side of the lake as they observed the thing. "Hey! Gon! Killua! Don't rush!" Leorio called on the two boys as he crossed the lake.

"What are those things?" Kurapika asked then looked at you. "Let's check it out," You told him then smiled. You and Kurapika crossed the lake and then followed the three, you noticed that Killua and Gon were playing with the gem bunnies. Leorio was scratching his head while his other hand was on his waist as if thinking something very deeply. "I wonder if there are real rabbits like this..." He stated, you chuckled and then earned their attention.

"What's funny?" The tall male looked at you in confusion. "Nothing. But you know, there are some weird creatures here in this world. And those bunnies are one of them" You explained then kneel down, one emerald bunny came to you and you petted its shining green-colored fur. The two boys just stare at you. "How come your place has this kind of bunny?" Gon asked while petting a sapphire bunny.

"Let me tell you a story. My parents are both UMA Hunters, UMA means Unidentified Mysterious Animal. Even though we are a family of assassins, almost all of my family members are pro-hunters. During my parents' childhood, they wanted to discover new kinds of animal species, and that's why they became hunters. After they became hunters, they started a competition about who can first discover an unidentified animal species. And my mother won the competition, this was the place where she found the gem bunny. And this is the place they settled and build a home" You told them as they listened eagerly.

"They took good care of the bunnies and preserve them. Once, several animal hunters came to this place to kill animals to sell. They saw those unusual bunnies and try to steal them, but my parents killed them after they decline to leave the place and the bunnies. Both of my parents cared for those bunnies. Especially my mother... I still remembered the time when my mother first took me to this place..." You said then slowly muttered the last sentence, about how your mother cared for the bunnies. You felt that you're going to cry, remembering that your family is already not here. But you held back tears away.

"I understand that you missed your family. You and I are the same" Kurapika comforted you then sat down next to you and you smiled at him. After a while, you felt that 3 pairs of eyes were staring at the two of you. When you looked, it was Leorio, Gon, and Killua, they are grinning like idiots. "What a lovely couple these two are," Leorio said. "Oh, my dear Kurapika! Marry me!" Killua pretended to be you and tried to imitate your voice while he was acting like crazy, referring to Gon as Kurapika. "Of course my dear [Name]" Gon played the act as well as he gave Killua a rose he picked from a bush near them. After, the three of them laughed

The two of you blushed red at their teasing, but you wanted to chase them so you stood up, your body shaking in anger. "Yikes! Flower Freak is angry now!" Killua noticed your aura and then stopped acting while the other two stopped laughing. "You really dare to call me that again! I'm gonna kill you three!" You threatened them and then started to chase them. The three ran away fast before you can reach them. The four of you are just playing tag, running around in circles as you try to reach them. Kurapika smiled and chuckled as he watched the four of you act like a child.

A ruby bunny hopped near Kurapika as he noticed the creature near him. The bunny hopped on Kurapika's lap then the blonde petted the bunny's fur, in a moment, the bunny glowed and was noticed by you and the other three. You stopped chasing them as they stopped running, you and the three males looked at Kurapika in curiosity. The light got brighter and brighter as they shield their eyes from the light. The light slowly disappeared as the bunny turned into a real ruby gem.

Kurapika got the gem from his lap and then examined it. "Wow! A real gem!" Gon said in awe then walked towards Kurapika. "Gems are equal to money! I wanna get some bunnies here!" Leorio exclaimed as he entered his money fantasy. "Stop thinking about money, pervy old man," Killua said as he went to Gon with his hands in his pocket, Leorio had a tick mark on his forehead after he heard Killua's statement. "This ruby is real..." Kurapika said.

You stood far from them as you try to remember why they became a stone. Then, memories suddenly entered your brain as your eyes turned bright violet for a second. "I remember now..." You muttered to yourself as you went to them. "These bunnies have the ability to turn into a real gem after 5 years. My mother told me this when I was young, that's why she cared for these bunnies very much. And remember the gems inside the mansion, all of those are these bunnies" You told them as they looked at you. Kurapika stood up and then gave you the ruby. "I believe that this is yours," Kurapika said then gave you the ruby.

You noticed that Leorio was eyeing the ruby in your hands as he drools. You placed the ruby inside your pocket and then walked back to the mansion. "This ruby is not for you, Leorio," You told him as they followed you back. You and the gang went back to the mansion and entered inside. You went to the living room and then placed the ruby on the box placed in front of the picture of your deceased family members. You prayed for them as the other stones your servants picked from the forest were beside the ruby. After a while, you smiled at them. "Do you guys want some tea again?" You asked.

"Sure!" They replied.

#fanfic #fanfiction #alternate universe #oneshot #one shot #reader insert #x reader #fluff #drabble #hxh #hunter x hunter #hunter x hunter 2011 #hxh 2011 #kurapika #kurapika kurta #hxh kurapika #female reader

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depravityfever · 5 months ago

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RULES ... .ᐟ

Please remember everything on this blog is completely fictional and for entertainment only! some of the things discussed on here are extreemly unhealthy and should not be condoned, please seek help if you or anyone you know is a toxic situation!

This blog is 17+, so please have your age somewhere visible on your profile. you will be blocked if youre under 17 or dont have your age specified

Please remain respectful, you'll just be blocked otherwise.

I don't follow any kind of posting schedule, my school is pretty demanding so often I just won't have the energy or motivation to write, sorry about that

I probably won't answer every ask since sometimes I'm just not really sure what to do with them,,

I won't partake in any (online) debates

I WILL WRITE: non yandere, yandere, gender neutral reader, female reader, minor character death

I WILL NOT WRITE: explicit nsfw, character x character, character x oc, male reader, teacher x student, incest/stepcest, underage, yandere reader

CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR

will be adjusted with time (characters being added/removed), characters i'm particularly interested in writing for are shown in bold

HONKAI STAR RAIL: Aventurine, Blade, Dr. Ratio, Jingliu, Kafka, Sunday

GENSHIN IMPACT: Alhaitham, Albedo, Arlecchino, Childe, Cyno, Dottore, Furina, Kamisato Ayato, Kaveh, Kinich, Lisa, Lyney, Lynette, Neuvillette, Raiden Ei, Scaramouche/Wanderer, Shenhe, Thoma, Xiao, Yae Miko, Zhongli

HUNTER X HUNTER: Chrollo, Feitan, Machi, Nobunaga, Pakunoda, Phinks, Shalnark, Shizuku

KIMETSU NO YAIBA: Akaza, Douma, Kibutsuji Muzan, Kocho Shinobu, Rengoku Kyojorou, Shinazugawa Sanemi, Tomioka Giyuu, Uzui Tengen

JUJUTSU KAISEN: Geto Suguru, Gojo Satoru

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insomniasymphony · 4 years ago

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Machi Komacine x Female Reader [She by your side]

Constellation: Machi Komacine x Female Reader Sentence I got: I love you Extra: The reader is an overthinker and is abandoned by their friends. The reader is comforted by Machi. Rating: General Audience

►► Even if the world freeze, Gets cold on dark days, I'll be here with you. ◄◄

She looks different than usual, that's the first thing you notice when she sits down at your table in this small café and orders a drink with just a few words. Machi looks almost inconspicuous in her black jeans and pink jumper under her black waistcoat, while her blue eyes seem to literally pierce you.

“So?” she asks, not bothering with small talk like all the others. One of the aspects you especially like about her is that she makes it possible for someone like you – withdrawn and too shy to stand up to the world – to talk to her about anything without first throwing awkward phrases into the room. Still, you can't help kneading your sweaty hands and taking several breaths. Towards her you feel out of place, even though you have made an effort in your appearance. But maybe you've only made things worse. You don't know. For her, you want to look cute and girly, attractive, somehow. But you're not even sure if you've succeeded in being human at all. Even though hardly anyone is sitting in this café waiting for anything, there is this suffocating certainty that all eyes are on you.

And you swallow so dryly that a suppressed cough escapes you.

“You don't look well,” Machi picks up again, trying to draw something out of you, though it seems insane. Her face betrays only stoic impenetrability. “You didn't pass the Hunter Exam, did you?”

You. Swallowing again, you take your hands off the table and wipe your damp palms on your trousers.

“I,” you finally bring to your lips raspily, “I didn't pass. They left me behind. Probably I was just ballast because I'm too weak for the exams.”

“Cowards.” Snorting, Machi lowers her eyelids before fixating fully on you. “You wanted to meet to talk about this?”

“I-Is that wrong?” You can't look her in the eye, don't want to imagine what she's thinking at the pathetic sight of you. Probably you shouldn't have called her again about something so trivial. But what else could you have done? “You're the only friend I have left, Machi. And I don't even really know why...”

She doesn't answer. Instead, she diverts her gaze from you and you dare to eye her for a split second. She is incredibly pretty. Her pink hair, loosely tied into a braid, reminds you of all the beautiful days when you spot pink ribbons and pink cherry blossoms on bridges. A time full of love that isn't reflected in her eyes, although there is kindness in them too, which one only discovers if one looks more closely. To others, she may seem cold, a bit pensive and opaque, but to you, she is an open book that tells exciting things. Machi is the adventure you can't have and at the same time the woman who always makes your heart beat faster when you can already spot her from a distance. Her voice is soothing and her presence something you would like to have around you every day. But you know about the bounty on her head, as well as the man she works for and is absolutely devoted to. The fact that she keeps coming back to you to listen to the eternal whining, which must be absolutely irrelevant to her, never ceases to amaze you. You shouldn't call her again. But you can't just let her go either.

“I'm sorry,” you say after a while. Once again you have asked her to meet you for something trivial. “I know you're busy.”

“It's no problem.” Her voice sounds hazy, a little like she's in thought, before she looks at you again and your eyes meet for a brief moment before you stare at your hands in your lap.

“You sure? I mean...you'd take all this way to hear something like that...” Briefly, you shake your head. “I wish I had better topics.”

“You took the Hunter Exams. That's a big step, considering that a year ago the most you ever managed was to get to the front door, because all your so-called friends turned their backs on you.” A brief smile came over her, rare and captivating. “And it's all because you know more than they do. Because you can use Nen they can't even see.”

“I just wonder if that's such a great thing if it turns everyone against me.” Uncertainly, you shift your weight on the chair. “I mean, yeah, they're my friends and they should always have my back, but...I'd look funny myself if someone claimed they could do things no one else understood.”

“Would it be better if you were all alone with your ability?” A sigh escapes Machi and you don't know if she pities you or thinks you're boring. You only know that there is a trembling in your body and that you would like to snuggle up to her, to forget the world for a moment. The world is certainly less suffocating in Machi's arms than it is when you' re alone with yourself in a flat.

“I don't know,” you confess eventually, before daring to raise your eyes and put on a wry smile. “But enough of my petty problems, what about you?”

Distraction is better than going round and round in circles and you make a real effort as you put your hands on the table and pretend you're over the problem. But Machi knows better. She knows you.

“You're kind of an idiot.” Without further ado, she closes her eyes and before you know it, you feel warmth on your skin that is completely foreign and at the same time incredibly pleasant.

A glance at your hands tells you that her fingers are on yours. Closeness that makes you long for more and at the same time freezes your whole body. “Do you really think such a cheap change of subject will work on me?”

“I thought...” Basically, you have no idea what you were thinking. But you are grateful for the development, if no less irritated. “Machi...”

She raises her eyebrows questioningly, waiting patiently until you know what you want to say. “I really don't want to bother you with this if you're already coming all the way here. I don't even understand why you keep coming to me when I'm so boring.”

She squeezes your hands a little tighter, staring at you before her thumb runs gently over the back of your hand, her gaze growing startlingly warm. “Because I love you, even though you're an idiot.” Your eyes meet. “And you're the only woman I know who's strong in her own unique way. Not with words or even physically. But with actions. And even if you fail, I know you'll try again.”

Her words take your breath away as heat surges within you and butterflies rise inside, wild and unbound. She loves you, even though sometimes you don't quite know where to go with yourself. You, of all people.

“Th-thank you,” you breathe out, before sucking in the air sharply and looking in another direction – then back at her. “I-I mean.... I... I love you too, Machi.”

“I know that,” she returns, almost stunned, and you can feel your heart skip a beat before that rare smile curls her lips again. “Didn't I tell you? Your diversionary tactics don't work on me.”

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luffyvace · 11 months ago

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˚✧₊⁎MASTERLIST⁎⁺˳✧༚

a masterlist of all hcs I’ve done~ (any characters who are not here or in part 2 have not been done—link to part 2 in my pinned post)

One piece

Luffy D. monkey

Luffy relationship headcanons

Strawhat headcanons

Luffy x reader x Zoro

Luffy x black reader ♡

Luffy x male reader hcs ☆

MORE LUFFY RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS

Luffy x heroic fem! reader (requested)

Roronoa Zoro

Zoro’s kisses headcanons

Zoro x male reader headcanons

Zoro x reader x Sanji poly relationship headcanons

Strawhat headcanons

Luffy x reader x Zoro

Zoro x overly sweet reader (requested)

Sitting in Zoro’s lap hcs

Nami

Strawhat headcanons

Nami x male reader

Nami x black reader

Nami x female reader

Nami x poker faced male reader (who’s Robin’s brother)

Nami x fem! Reader ft. Jealous! Sanji

Vinsmoke Sanji

Zoro x Reader x Sanji poly relationship headcanons

Strawhat headcanons

Sanji x black reader (also has Ace separately) (requested)

Sanji x overly sweet reader (requested)

Nico Robin

Brook and Robin thoughts

Nico Robin x morbid gn! Reader hcs

Strawhat headcanons

Hcs of what I think Robin’s ideal s/o would be (requested)

Robin x male! Reader neglects himself from always taking care of the crew (requested)

Robin x (biological) younger brother! reader (requested)

Nami x poker faced male reader (who’s Robin’s brother) (not my idea)

Brook

Brook and Robin thoughts

Strawhat headcanons

Franky

Strawhat headcanons

Jinbei

Strawhat headcanons

Portgas D Ace

Ace x amab! Reserved! reader

Ace adopts a dog headcanons

Ace x black reader (also has Sanji separately) (requested)

Ace x childhood best friend! Reader who he has a crush on

Akagami Shanks

Red hair pirates x male reader who has heterochromia (requested)

Shanks x fem reader (a mini scenario in hcs format)

Shanks x male reader (a mini scenario in hcs format)

Boa Hancock

Boa x older brother! Male reader platonic relationship hcs (requested)

Buggy

Buggy (relationship) headcanons

Perona

Perona x male reader

Monkey D. Garp (platonic)

(Platonic) Garp x younger fem! Reader who looks up to him as his apprentice (requested)

HUNTER X HUNTER

Kurtapika Kurta

Kurapika fluffy relationship headcanons (requested)

Cute domestic hcs of kurapika x fem reader (requested)

Big brother kurapika hcs (requested)

Chrollo Lulcifer

Chrollo x outgoing reader

Feitan Portor

Feitan fluff hcs (requested)

Feitan x seemingly angelic and innocent reader who’s actually in an criminal organization too (requested)

Feitan x a truamatized reader who’s a sadist and has hemokinesis powers (requested)

Machi Komachine

Macho relationship hcs

Shaknark Ryusei

Shalnark x closed off reader (requested)

Shizuku

Shizuku with a S/O she thought she was already dating

Bonolenov:

Bonolenov x reader who’s from his (gyudondond) tribe

Uvogin:

Uvogin x reader who’s as big as him

Phantom troupe relationship hcs (separate):

(Separate) phantom troupe relationship hcs

MY HERO ACADEMIA

Izuku Midoriya

Izuku x male reader hcs

Bakugo Katsuki

Katsuki x shoto twin reader

Katsuki x male reader

Katsuki x black gn! Reader

Shoto Todoroki

Shoto hcs for his big day

Shota Aizawa

Aizawa crush headcanons

How Aizawa courts you/relationship headcanons

Aizawa’s kisses headcanons (mini series by me)

Mina Ashido

Mina x gn! Reader

Minnax black gn! Reader

Uraraka Ochako

Uraraka x shy fem reader

Tsuyu Asui (Fixed! Tsuyu relationship hcs

Tomura Shigaraki (Tenko Shimura)

Shigaraki x scholarly reader with glasses (has dabi separately)

Touya Todoroki

Dabi x scholarly reader with glasses (has shigaraki separately)

BUNGO STRAY DOGS

Fukuzawa Yukichi

Fukuzawa’s reaction to screwing up his first date with you

Ranpo Edogawa

Ranpo x lazy male reader

Ranpo’s reaction to screwing up his first date with you

Yosano

Yosano’s reaction to screwing up her first date with you

Kunikida

Kunikida’s reaction to screwing up his first date with you

Osamu Dazai

Dazai’s reaction to screwing up his first date with you

Tanizaki Junichiro

Tanizaki’s reaction to screwing up his first date with you

Naomi

Naomi’s reaction to screwing up her first date with you

Kenji Miyazawa

Kenji’s reaction to screwing up his first date with you

Atsushi Nakajima

Atsushi’s reaction to screwing up his first date with you

Mori Ogai (i don’t condone his behavior)

Mori’s reaction to screwing up his first date with you

Hirotsu

Hirotsu’s reaction to screwing up his first date with you

Koyo Ozaki

Koyo’s reaction to screwing up her first date with you

Chuuya Nakahara

Chuuya’s reaction to screwing up his first date with you

Chuuya x gn reader

Chuuya x male reader

Higuchi Ichiyo

Higuchi’s reaction to screwing up her first date with you

Higuchi Ichiyo as your girlfriend

Tachihara

Tachihara’s reaction to screwing up his first date with you

Ryuunosuke Akutagawa

Akutagawa’s reaction to screwing up his first date with you

Gin Akutagawa

Gin’s reaction to screwing up her first date with yo

DEMON SLAYER

Tanjiro

Tanjiro x male reader

Inosuke

Inosuke x black male reader

Rengoku

Rengoku x gn reader relationship headcanons

Obanai

Obanai x chubby gn reader

SAIKI K

None yet~ coming soon!~

MOB PSYCHO 100

None yet~ coming soon!~

BLACK BUTLER

None yet~ coming soon!~

List of characters I want to write for eventually

List of character I want to write for eventually

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death note- light, l, misa, near, matt, mello, mikami (sfw+ nsfw)

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ohshc- haruhi, kyoya, tamaki, honey, mori, hikaru, kaoru (sfw+ no nsfw for haruhi, honey, and the twins)

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sk8 the infinity- langa, reki, miya, joe, cherry (sfw+ no nsfw for miya)

jujutsu kaisen- yuuji, nobara, maki, megumi, gojo, nanami, geto, toji, sukuna, yuuta (sfw+ nsfw)

chainsaw man- denji, power, aki, kobeni, makima, himeno (sfw+nsfw)

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jjkamochoso · 4 months ago

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Hii!! I'm always hanging out in your askbox, sorry about that! I've got another Feitan request! A Feitan x Female Reader who, similar to my other requests, is normally an outgoing person with a girly personality, but behind closed doors she really appreciates a peaceful atmosphere. Maybe the two of them decided to stay together off troupe duty at a rented place or hotel, and she's less bubbly than Feitan is used to her being with the troupe around. Not that she's any less smiley, just a lot more quiet than she usually is. Bonus points if it's raining outside and they can enjoy the sounds of it together in a dimly lit room! Sorry if that was really specific, feel free to change it up if you like!! Thank you!

I LOVE that you’re always requesting omg don’t apologize!! I love writing for you guys and talking with you all about anything and everything so feel free to keep sending in whatever, whenever!!😁🫶❤️ this idea is SO good and I’m grateful you entrusted me with another wonderful request!❤️ thanks so much and I really hope you love this!!

Lightning Strike of Love

Fluff

Feitan Portor x f!reader

Warnings: slight mentions of violence

“So we’ll meet back up in a few days, right?”

“That’s right. Don’t have too much fun on your off time without me,” Phinks replied to you, shooting you a playful wink.

“We have free time?” asked Shizuku, confusion etched on her features.

Machi sighed. “Yes, Shizuku. You’ve know about this for weeks, remember?”

The girl’s big eyes blinked behind her large glasses. “No.”

Machi pinched the bridge of her nose with her fingers in exasperation. You giggled as you listened to your fellow Phantom Troupe members talk about what they were doing in the upcoming down time allotted. You were sad that you weren’t going to be spending more time with them because they truly were your best friends and closest thing you had to a family. You were, however, looking forward to the peace and quiet of not being on a mission for once.

“Where you going?”

Feitan, stealthy as ever, made you jump involuntarily with the sound of his voice right near your ear. He snickered at your reaction, cocking his head as he awaited your answer.

“I rented a hotel room in the quiet part of the city. I figured it’s a good place to relax for a bit,” you said. “How about you? What’s your plan?”

“Nothing. I stay here.”

“At the base? By yourself? On our vacation?!” you asked incredulously.

“Tch. What else I supposed to do? I wait for you all to come back.”

“But won’t you be lonely?”

He shrugged nonchalantly.

“Why don’t you stay with me?” you suggested, stunning him completely. You leaned in towards him, smiling sweetly and lowering your voice. “I enjoy your company, Feitan. I’d really miss you if you weren’t there.”

Feitan’s heart wasn’t used to beating as quickly as it was and his cowl wasn’t doing any favors to cool his neck that was burning from your saccharine words. He wanted to accept your offer but if you kept gazing at him with that honeyed expression, he’d never survive the trip.

“Tch. You sappy,” he remarked, shoving his fidgeting hands in his pockets.

You checked the time on your phone. “So, wanna join me? The taxi will be here in about 10 minutes.”

“Fine, I go with you. But I not paying for anything,” he teased.

“Neither am I. A dead guy’s credit card will get you anything you want,” you told him, grinning triumphantly. “Now, go pack! We don’t want to keep the driver waiting!”

A suitcase, a suspiciously small duffel bag, and a taxi ride later and you and Feitan had arrived to the hotel.

“Why so fancy?” Feitan wondered, staring up at the old building with curiosity. Columns and arches were in abundance and the weighty, gold handled doors to the lobby were at least double his height. As you checked in, he took note of the indoor fountain and scoffed.

She out of her mind. This place ridiculous.

“C’mon, Fei! Our room is ready!” you called, beckoning him over. He obliged, still shaking his head at your go big or go home tendencies. You were always so bubbly and were attracted to sickeningly pretty things (hence the choice of hotel). He never understood how you two got along so well; you were polar opposites.

“I’m so excited to see our room!” you squeaked, clasping your hands together in anticipation as the elevator brought you up to your floor. Feitan couldn’t lie, he was looking forward to having you all to himself for the next few days, no longer losing your attention to the other Troupe members. He smiled from under his cowl.

Our room. With my girl.

You pulled out the key and opened the door. When you saw the room, you almost started crying. It was absolutely beautiful! The fluffy beds were calling your name and right after you put your suitcase in the corner, you kicked off your shoes and laid down, closing your eyes and quietly enjoying the silence that had filled the room. After a while you heard Feitan ruffle through his bag before lying down on the other bed. You peeked an eye open and saw he was reading a book.

“Oh, that was a good idea. I should’ve brought a book, too,” you said thoughtfully.

“I have extra in bag. You can get one.”

“Thank you! That’s very kind of you.”

His bag, filled only with books, made you screw your nose up in slight disgust.

“Where are your extra clothes?” you asked, afraid to hear his answer.

“I no bring. These fine for a few days.”

You grabbed the first book you saw, deciding to deal with that situation later. “Trevor Brown? I don’t know any of his works.”

Feitan chuckled. “Just look at it. You might like.”

After a few pages, you had seen enough.

“It’s a little too dark for me,” you explained, putting it back, which caused Feitan to laugh harder. “I know there’s a bookstore around here somewhere. That might be fun to do tomorrow.” You paused. “And I’ll take you shopping.”

After you resumed your position on the bed, Feitan enthralled in his book, you felt a chill blow through you. Since the hotel was older, the windows let in cold air so you were grateful that there was a fireplace in your room. With a click of a button, a warm fire began to roar and you smiled to yourself at how perfectly domestic this whole situation was. Having Feitan all to yourself in a place like this was a dream come true to you. You snuck a glance at the man as he read, his hair slightly hanging over his face, his lips, no longer covered by the cowl, pursed in concentration; he looked handsome beyond belief. Not wanting to disrupt him with your staring, you changed gears and grabbed the comforter from your bed, wrapping it around your shoulders. You then pulled a chair in front of the window and stared at the beauty outside, getting lost in your thoughts.

Feitan, on the other hand, was looking forward to you starting your cheerful chatting like usual. He was patiently waiting to hear your voice chirp up, talking animatedly about things that happened that day or what was on your mind. If anyone else spoke as much as you did, he would’ve sewn their mouths shut, but he tolerated—no, genuinely liked—your incessant jovial jabber.

“Why you no talk?” he asked, pulling you from your daydreams.

“Hm? What do you mean?”

“You never stay quiet, you always talk.”

“Are you complimenting me or insulting me?” you joked, but Feitan was looking at you with such a serious face that you immediately stopped teasing.

“Around the others, all day long, talk, talk, talk,” he said, opening and closing his hand in a gesture to mimic you speaking, “but with me, you silent. Why?”

“That’s easy,” you replied, wearing a soft smile, “you make me feel relaxed. At ease. I love to speak with everyone, yes, and I especially love talking with you, but when it’s just me, or just us, like this… I like the calming environment.”

“Oh.”

Feitan was clearly embarrassed by his assumption, although he did think it was good to learn that you two weren’t total opposites after all, since he cherished his quiet time as well. You were completely unbothered by his question but you still tried to reassure him in your own way without making him feel silly. You picked up the big black book that was resting on the nightstand and took up the spot next to Feitan on his bed, your arm brushing up against his.

You opened the book to a menu. “How about we order some room service?”

After ordering and eating practically everything from the menu, you and Feitan were happy as could be. You two shared nice conversations over dinner, Feitan ecstatic at hearing your bad jokes and sparkling laughter, and you were feeling grateful that you were going to be able to share moments like this with him for the next couple of days. When the last of the empty plates were left outside your hotel room door to be picked up, you locked the door and got your pajamas on since nighttime had almost arrived. You exited the bathroom in your cozy attire and sat on your bed once more, feeling Feitan’s gray eyes watch you the entire time.

“Yes?” you asked, wrapping yourself in the comforter again.

“Nothing,” he blurted out, tearing his gaze from you. You giggled, browsing through a magazine provided by the hotel. You were about to turn on the lamp to continue reading when all of a sudden, you heard tapping on the window. You peeked out and saw rain had begun to fall. The last remnants of the sun’s rays were snuffed out by dark clouds hovering in the sky above you and your stomach fluttered at the change of weather. Hearing the droplets hit the building was sending you into a state of pure bliss and there was only one thing that could make it even better.

“Feitan?”

There was no answer but you knew he was listening.

“Come lay next to me.”

Again, no answer.

“Please? I don’t bite.”

“I do.”

Your eyes found his in the dark but he showed no sign of yielding to your request. “Forget I said anything. I’m sorry for pushing it.”

You weren’t going to force him to do something he didn’t want to do. You knew he had an aversion to any sort of touch that wasn’t tortuous, but you thought for sure he would at least sit on the same bed as you. You sighed wistfully as you leaned against the headboard, wondering if Feitan knew of your romantic feelings for him and this was his way of rejecting them. To your total surprise, you felt your bed dip as another body climbed on the mattress.

“You no apologize, don’t be stupid.”

This time it was Feitan who brushed his arm against yours as he climbed into the warmth of your comforter, leaving goosebumps where he touched. You two sat together, no sounds to be heard except for the falling rain and far off thunder. The hotel room was dimly lit by the fireplace and you were admiring the flicker of flames that highlighted Feitan’s profile. The tranquility you were experiencing was unmatched by anything else on this earth and you wished life could be like this all the time. You didn’t know what possessed you, or what wrath you were about to face, but your body moved on its own in its reach for Feitan’s hand.

“Tell me if you want me to stop,” you whispered, your rationality catching up to your actions. Right as you were about to grasp his hand, a loud clap of thunder had you pulling back in shock.

“I no say stop,” said Feitan, closing the space between you by placing his hand on top of yours. You turned to look at him fully and he met your gaze for only a second before studying the fireplace instead. In that second, though, you saw more than just flames blazing in his irises—

You saw love.

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nobodybelivesimstraight · 2 years ago

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Feitan x male reader

Genere: fluff, alot abit of crack

Word count:3069

Intended for: males and males alligned. Female and female alligned DO NOT INTERACT you will be thoroughly blocked, Thank you:)

Hope you like it

"Treasure? Treasure?"

Feitan looks around the mansion in search of you.

"where is he,? He didn't mention leaving house today.I not think he even have strength to talk after what we did yesterday."

Feitan smirked abit thinking about what happened yesterday before focusing back to the task at hand.

"where could he be?" He pondered for a moment before realizing one very likely possibility.

He looked everywhere but his torture room which as the name implies he torturwd people in.

he opened the door and found you lying there a ground watching your phone.

"I found treasure" he said softly as if he won a prize.

You look up and smile.

"oh hey fei" he blushed at the nickname.

"i said no call me that".

"why not its cute" you chuckle. Sitting up to more properly face him.

"it not cute it weird." he revolts looking away.

"what have you doing" He asked, you smiled showing him your phone.

"oh your reading manga? Is it bl again?" You nod your head looking away, a bit embarrassed by how he guessed correctly so quickly.

"yep"

he blinks lowkey surprised by your bluntness.

"anyway- how is treasure feeling?"

You recall the memories of last night.(I know what your thinking)

"ah right- I'm fine just a bit sore nonthing serious"

the sudden feeling of shyness showers over you and you look back down at your phone.

Feitan smirks alittle "did machi treat injuries?" He asks.

"oh- no." You answer rolling onto your back.

His eyebrows furrowed

"she didn't?"

"uh well I didn't exactly ask her too" you rub your neck.

Feitan tilted his head confused, you blush not wanting to tell him the real reason of why you decided not to treat your injuries.

In all honesty you didn't want to treat them because you somewhat enjoyed it not the pain but the memory that came with it .

"It must've slipped my mind"

feitans eyes calmed down, he would've been upset if Machi simply refused to treat you.

"that make sense Machi like you so she would help you if you ask"

"yeah she does seem to like me more than the others for some reason" you pondered for a second wondering why exactly that was.

it's not like you too hung out together on a regular basis,Only interacting during meetings or missions so there's never been much time to talk or get to know each other.

Perhaps she just likes your vibe.

"do want me to treat you inste-instead?"

Feitan Stuttered speaking was never his strong suit, you smiled not minding it, you always thought his speech impediment was more cute than inconvenient(he never agreed)

You nodded in agreement

"sure"

"okay" Feitan left the room to go get the medical kit from machi.

they kept it in her room although she never really used it.

she uses her ability to heal instead since its faster and more than not precise.

Feitan walks down the hall and knocks on her door.

"Machi?"

"Hm? Yeah Come in." Machi looks over her shoulder.

"Give me med kit" feitan demands making reaching his hand out for it.

"for what are you hurt or something?" Machi asks.

"No" he states.

"than why do you need it" she folds her arms.

"(Y/N) is hurt" feitan says blandly.

"he is? How And why didn't he come to me earlier?" Machi asks one half confused the other half concerned you usually came to Machi when you were physically hurt because she was the only person You trusted other than Feitan to see you vulnerable.

"He like me better" feitan smirked Machi just rolled her eyes.

"anyway the medical equipment is in my room on the top shelf and make sure to treat him Not kill him" feitan scowled.

"I don't hurt treasure"

then he mumbled "not much anyway"

he took the med kit and walked back down the hall to the room you were hiding in. "I'm back" you smile and sit up straight.

"great"

Feitan stares at you for a second.

"mmmmm are you hurt up here your neck?" He touches your neck you shake your head as he tugs your shirt "let me take off your shirt"

you blush "huh? W-why?" "take of shirt I need to treat wounds" he deadpans.

"ah right" you took of your shirt only to find many bruises cuts,marks and bruises on your skin feitan smiles slightly admiring his work before looking up "hurt?"

You shrug "eh not really, you know my pain tolerance" feitan nods before pouring some Alcohol on a cuetip and rubbing it on a mark.

"treasures skin soft" you smile "thank you." You look down a little and realize feitan isn't wearing his face mask.

This makes you happy, knowing this is his way of telling you he's more comfortable being alone in just your presence.

You know he's always had a hard time expressing himself verbally, so he always made sure make subtle but noticeable changes to let you know instead.

"Hey! I just noticed your mask" you beam.

"huh? My mask?" Feitan looks touches his face slightly as if he didn't realize he had taken it off.

"You took it off" he turns his head "well with you feel no need to wear it" your face lights up "Really??" You lean forward into him, nose touching.

"Yes..anyways... got the front turn around"

"okay" "mmmm... there done" "wheeeww" you lay into him and give him a quick kiss on the cheek.

"What are you doing?" He asks looking petrified from the sudden act of affection.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean the way you just suddenly kissed me. What that about?" He blushed Slightly.

"Omg-you sadistic touched starved Levi Ackerman wannabe" you roll your eyes playfully with a smirk.

"Says the social outcast manga-reading no life Otaku who is in desperately need to touch grass" Feitan glares.

[Stranger things S4 spoiler ahead/flash back]

You give a small proud smile at how good he's gotten at calling people out.

you two first starting doing this on the day you watched season 4 of stranger things for the first time and one of your favorite characters 'Eddie Munson' died and you roasting the heck out of vecna and the bats to which feitan kept staring at you in awe.

"Why is treasure upset?" Feitan questioned peeking at your phone screen.

"This ugly arse grinch wannabe voldermort look alike weak ass villian who gets defeated by the power of 🌟friendship🌟 and godlike music taste has the nerve to kill off one of my favorite freaking characters in this entire show the upside down better have a court because I will be sueing." You explain all in one breath.

Feitan was at a loss for words he didn't know whether he was impressed or concerned.

"i- what?"

You forced a soft smile and said "nothing darling."

After that feitan asked how you came up with all of that on the spot you two started this little routine of basically calling out every bad or weird trait you don't like about each other.

Most of the time you two were joking, but sometimes it get serious and you two would take that time to realize and communicate the things you don't like or have problems with one another and what you'd like each other to understand and/or work on.

(#healthyrelationship)

[Flashback over]

You thread your fingers through his hair "I wanna cuddle you silly." And smile sweetly watching his face flush.

"huh? Cuddles why you need Cuddles?"he asks ask turning his head away from you, embarrassed.

"why not?" You shrug "I wanna hold you?"

You take a hold of his chin and gently turn his head back.

"Here" you pay your chest "lay down"

"You want me to lay on you" he stares at your chest.

You nod quickly.

"ah sure whatever" he let's you wrap your arms around him while he leans into your chest.

You stroke his hair softly hesitant not to pull on any knots worried his flight or fight(usually fight) senses might activate.

Feitan has never been used to physical affection...or....any affection, for that matter.

"Mmmmmm the way treasure hold me feel nice" he burys his face into your chest.

"why do you call me treasure?" You tilt your head a little in confusion, he's always called you that but you could never figure out why nor has he bothered ever telling you.

"Why I call you treasure? Well cause your treasure i stole." he says with a straight face, you can't help but burst out laughing.

"pfft- your so cringy I can't" feitan Looks up glaring at you obviously offended.

"ah I not cringy your cringy" he blurts.

"yeah yeah whatever you say" you kiss the top of his head and rub your head into it.

"Tch whatever" you squeeze him abit.

"tighter I like when you hold tighter"

"Oh is that so?" Your smirk and hug him tighter head still nuzzled in his hair.

You two rest quietly for a bit just enjoying each other's presence.................maybe a little too silent you look down at your chest to see feitan staring holes into your face.

"Like what you see" you grin mischievously

"What I'm not looking at you" feitan looks away quickly.

"Really? I could've sworn you were just staring at me like a hawk" you tease.

"I not staring." You just look at him.

"Okay i was but it not my fault your handsome" now it was your turn to look a away and blush.

You ruffle his hair in retaliation.

"Ehh why are you scratching mt hair?" He asks not exactly sure whether he liked that or not.

"Oh sorry does that feel weird" you pull your hand away from his hair."

"Mmmm no feel okay" he puts your hair back on, you smile.

"How was the mission?"

"mmm the mission? Eh it went fine we captured annoying kids."

"Kids?" You ask its not common for the phantomtroupe to have business with children.

"we thought they know chain user but they didn't" he grumbled.

"What did they look like?" You ask curiously.

"mmmm one had spiky green head and ugly outfit, other messy white hair and blue turtle-neck."

"His outfit ugly too?" You laugh.

"No he have good style, should help his friend."

You smile "they sound interesting."

"They were" feitan pokes your hand.

"The green kid beat nobunga in arm wrestle after a few trys of course."

"He beat shizuku first try."

"Oooo really" you found this intriguing.

"Mhm but she doesn't remember" he sighed.

"We think he's an enhancer" feitan adds laying his head back down.

"What about the chain user?" You question.

"We don't know, all I know is he pissed off Uvogin and in the prophecy chrollo talk about."

"Hmm" you pondered for a second 'who could this dude be...he must be somebody important to get have the phantomtroupe on there trail.

"Phinks also threw boulders at me" he throws in casually.

You freeze. "He...what?"

"Threw boulders at me"

"Why?"

"I called him a "girly girl."

You launch forward and start laughing hysterically "Plz- i-i mean...your n-not wrong-haha"

"I mean it not like he can fight me. Troupe members can not fight each other" feitan shrugs once more.

"He's also to weak to fight me." He mutters and you simply pat his head more trying to steady your breathing when a great idea came into your head.

"Yea your like 5'1 but can beat anybody arse(yes I'm British yes I typed this just to make fun of the fact this is how we pronounce ass)" you chuckle, feitan pouts.

"Damn right" he rolls his eyes amusingly.

Even the scary sadistic phantomtroupe members can't resist the fact your have a good sense of humor.

"Oh almost forgot. I found you something."

You raise an eyebrow intrigued "hm?"

"It's here" he pulled out a box, you look over his shoulder do see it.

"What's inside?" You ask studying the box seeing if they're were any hints to the contents inside.

"Open it and find out idiot"

"Okay okay no need to get grumpy" you open pat his head and reached over to take the box from the dresser.

"Aww are you the one who packaged this up so nicely for me?" You cooed teasingly.

He blushed pushing you away.

"Of course not it Shalnark he said 'it will feel more meaningful if you package it very nicely for him here give it to me I'll help'"

He rolled his eyes once more and you smile.

"Tell Shalnark I said thank you and that's

"it really does feel meaningful" you say as you caresses the (f/c) lace.

Feitan takes notice of this and frowns, now upset he wasn't the one to make you smile so sweetly.

"I can do better than that" he mumbled loud enough for you to hear.

You turn to look at him "oh is that so?" You ask smirking.

"Yeah I'll dress my box up better than him next time"

You admittedly laugh at the way he said 'dress the box up' as if it was going on a date but grin fondly at the way he was now willing to Decorate his present to make you happier.

You gently unwrap the (f/c) lace letting the smooth silky ribbon like material softly fall between your fingers, trying not to go too fast and enjoy the present your significant other got you for you to the fullest.

Once the the box what undone you slowly peak Inside to see (insert something you want or have wanted for a really long time) You grin from ear to ear slowly turning back to face your boyfriend.

At first he looked abit nervous but once he saw the happy grin on your face all his nerves admittedly eased.

"You look at it last time we left so I got you it." He explained and retracting eye contact out, embarrassed for the way you were staring at him.

"Apprantly it a rare item." He continued to ramble.

"How did you get it" Y/N questioned. To which he boyfriend simply gave him deadpanned expression.

"How you think?" He answered.

"From the auction?"

"Yes it was rare. But not what we needed so boss let me take for you"

You smiled at his boyfriends attentiveness, it warmed his heart that feitan remembered something so small for him.

You walked moving closer to him when he wasn't looking and took his distraction as a chance to inflict a quick act of affection on him.

*kiss*

Feitan flinched at the sudden action.

"D-dont kiss me so suddenly" feitan studderd.

"I can't kiss you" You tilted your head and pouted teasingly.

"you can but just.... Give warning next time."

Next time.

A reminder that his boyfriend still planned to be with him in the see able future your face softens at this fact.

You couldn't help but notice the soft tint of red on his loves pale cheeks.

"Your blushing" he smirked.

"I'm not" he looked away pulling up his face mask.

You just smiled. "Awww your embarrassed you even pulled your mask backup. I'm sorry darling".

"Shut up" he rolled his eyes, still blushing.

"No wonder maki like you" You giggled.

"You should join Phantom troupe" he brings his eyes back to yours.

Caught of guard you ask.

"H-huh? Why"

"Well I mean your strong and capable of not dieing and if treasure dies, I'll kill him"

You giggle nervously.

"But you won't die..... And if you join well be able to hang out more" he mutters that lady part but speaks up enough for you to hear.

You can feel the corners of your lips curling up into a soft, gentle smile.

"Give me your hand" he says abruptly but you comply and hand him your hands.

You two sit quietly while feitan plays with your fingers enjoying simply each other's company, before he breaks the silence saying.

"Your fingers are (long/short/stubby) and pretty, Your knuckles are smooth too"

"Is that so" you chuckle.

"It is, I like your hands" he replies.

Another period of silence goes by.

You yawn "*insert: however the heck you type a yawn* I'm tired mind of I remove my hand to go to sleep". You ask voice soft.

"No stay" he mumbles.

"How about you sleep with me?"

He looks at you surprised

"Sleep with you?"

"Yeah we haven't don't that yet have we? So let's do it, I wanna sleep with you" you give him a serene smile hoping that would persuade him into falling into your arms.

And it did.

"Okay"

You wrap your warms around him a pull him into your chest.

He let's himself melt into your touch.

"Mmmm" He groans as if a weight as been lifted off him.

"I'm not letting you go now" he mummers while playing your hair(if your bald he's rubbing your scalp)

"Hm good" you reply

You two lay in each others arms, him bathing In his lovers scent wanting nothing more than to stay in your arms.

"Treasure" he whispers

"Yes love"

"I love you" you heart jumps at the sudden confession.

Although you and feitan have been dating for a considerable amount of time already, and you knew he loved you just as much and maybe even more than you loved him.

Him verbally saying I love you was quite a rare occurrence, he expressed his love in other ways.

You snuggle your face into his hair hoping he couldn't hear how fast your heart was beating.

"I love you too" you whisper back.

he holds you tighter.

A/N: THANK YOU FOR READING AND MAKING IT TO THE END. IT'D HIGHLY APPRECIATED:)

Somebody requested this but asked that I didn't reveal there request thing so... Uh this if for you and whoever else would like to read also if like half of this is relatively good and the other was the most terrible thing you have ever laid your eyes upon in the entirety of your existence. It's because I went through so many stages writing this it's concerning.

thank you for requesting this was fun to write. Btw I tried to include feitans speech impediment I'm this so no the 'typos' aren't a mistake lol

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