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girl omfg u need. NEED to make the kink alphabet thing for kise/mura (if u still write knb)

u wrote my fav mura fic ever ilysm

Let's delete the terf reposts before coming to a trans person's blog for a request <3

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Levi + Comforting/Being Comforted HCs

I'm forever thankful he survived the series ♡

Comforting

"Not feeling well?" Levi's face was colorless and perspired, his wet hair pasted against it in a way that had him looking greasy and unkept despite having just come from the bath. "What do you think?" His gruff demeanor gave you insight into just how poor he must've been feeling. It was rare for him to speak so gruffly to you unless he had a reason or was feeling threatened by something - in this case, his own body's current state.

You stood up from your chair, prepared to walk with him to get some dinner with the other Scouts, when you realized his attire was lacking. A loose white shirt and a pair of fresh boxers lay loosely on his body, his shoulders low as if he was struggling to hold himself up. "I'll go grab our dinners." He nodded as he got under the covers, pulling them up to his chest. The Captain's eyes shut. You doubted he would fall asleep by the time you got back, but he looked exhausted.

You returned with tea and a warm meal for your resting lover. His eyes opened gingerly, and he moved into a sitting position with tender limbs. You hated the fact he was sick, but a part of you was grateful he allowed himself to show just how unwell he was around you.

"I haven't seen you sick before." You comment passively as you tend to him. You place the meal on a bedside table and place your hand against his hairline. "It doesn't happen often," he says hoarsely. He clears his throat before continuing, "I'll be fine by tomorrow, it doesn't last long."

Levi moved to eat the soup, and you didn't bother assisting him with that - he was capable and would only scold you for coddling him too much. You didn't want to push his limits in a time of vulnerability.

You tend to his aching muscles silently, pressing your palm to the junction of his neck and shoulder the only alert to your intentions. He moved forward on the bed, avoiding meeting your tender gaze as he prompted you to sit behind him. He sighs deeply into his food once you rub soothing circles into the muscles. Your thighs encircle him protectively. Your thumbs sink into the back of his neck. You ease his aching body and mind into a state of restful bliss with a mere touch.

Being Comforted

Selflessness burned through you, forced and suffocating. The non-Marleyans surrounded you; even those outside your vision, you could feel like a pulverising pressure. The new world still felt like it had no place for you, yet now you had nothing. Nothing but the touch that grazed your palm, making you gasp, eyes already wide and frightened.

You twisted your head to find the small captain showcasing the numbness you wished you could mirror. You watched tears of joy fall from your enemies' eyes as your own stung with anger. Your vision blurred, and you clenched around one another's palms in unison. You thought of Hange, wishing they were standing beside Levi, crying for the loss of the Titans' beauty as they rejoiced in the fact that the three of you were alive. Now, your duo remained there, only one standing, mourning the lives they could've had as you're forced to consider your own destruction still being imminent.

A certain peace exuded from Levi, confusing you, contributing to your discomfort, and fueling your rage unreasonably. You met his gaze with a pleading expression, asking him for the answer to a question you didn't even know to ask, your mind muddled beyond foreseeable repair.

He broke away from your gaze, lost in unpleasant reverie. You watched him furrow his brow as his eyes scanned from the ground to the sky and back down. The dead could be found in both areas, free and fallen, ashes in the wind and waves of blood. You smelled the iron in the air, hot and revolting. Tears sprang to your eyes at the scent, a sickening reminder of the state of the world.

Your breath began to come heavy, surprising you with the intensity. Despite your quick inhales, you couldn't make use of the air you pulled into your chest, suffocating yourself in your panic. Fingers pulled at your scalp, grounding your mind to the pain while distracting you from the state of the world. A fine balance of ignorance-fueled bliss and dissociation.

Levi's voice vibrated with a bittersweet tenderness. "We made it out," he repeated, the occasional "together" breaking through the mantra. His efforts didn't lift your spirits, but they quieted the thoughts that reverberated and repeated against your skull painfully. Soothing the stinging behind your eyes, you laughed a terse thing. Fondness and deprivation of all things you once held dear fell from your lips, and the numbness that replaced it broke through into calm.

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Hello can I request Zoro first time headcanon

The oldest request in my inbox for a while has finally been done <3 I love y'all's minds!

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Zoro Shared First Time HCs

Words cannot explain my love for this man♡

Of course, he's nervous, scared of messing up somehow or doing something you find you don't like. A gentle caress of his head has him leaning into your touch with a soft smile as he peers down at you. His nerves calm slightly from your offered kindness, and while he's still a bit afraid of making a mistake, just reassuring him you're okay and he's doing a good job goes a long way.

Zoro tried to do the whole flower petals laid out on the bed thing, but he got lost walking back, and the flowers got misplaced during that whole fiasco somehow. He tells you just this, bringing a small laugh out of both of you when you tell him that that's "so Zoro" of him.

Zoro opens you up with shaking hands. The irony of the stability he found with his sword falling away inside of you filled you with fondness. He looked down at his inflictions of pleasure upon you with a small smile. You matched his expression, only allowing it to shift as your lips parted in response to the spark of pain that lit up at your entrance. The pain was satisfying, claiming; a dull ache to remind you of the importance of the act that you two were committing.

When he slides into you, you're wet and needy. Eager to feel that pain in you grow just for the feeling of him filling you entirely.

He doesn't want to hear he's "the best" for once during this, but rather that he's just what you want. That he feels so good inside you, filling you up lovingly while still managing to hit that sweet spot of yours with every thrust of his hips.

You egg him on with eager scratches across his shoulders and the tightening of your thighs around his hardened sides. Your body begs as you struggle to find the words to describe the intense pleasure he's putting you through.

Your body is sensitive from his foreplay, having been teased and prodded in all the right places and more through the course of sensual discovery. You come before him, making him thrust into you with a pause, only continuing when you beg him to keep going. You come with breathy moans, fucked through your orgasm steadily as he struggled to hold in his own, addicted to the pleasure of it all.

When Zoro finishes, he's considerate of the cleanup, only collapsing against your body once he's helped clean up the mess you two made of it. He lies back with a grin of surprise and satisfaction, looking over at you for assurance that the experience was at least half as good for you.

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Tamed || Dom!Rammot x Reader

Genre: Smut

Category: Dom!Rammot x Fem!Sub!Reader

Warning(s): Bulging, Chasing, Creampie, DubCon, Masturbation During Sex, Monster-Fucking, Primal, Public Sex, Unsafe Sex, Vaginal Sex

A/N: Labelled dubcon to play it safe but reader explicitly wants it because real♡

"Come on, come on, come on!" The hybrid man chanted from the blanket you had laid over hay as a makeshift bed.

"I'm coming!" You yelled back exasperated. "You're so needy," you said under your breath, not really caring if he heard. He'll just fuck you harder.

You faced your lover with a roll of the eyes as he trailed his own down the expanse of your body. You had forfeited your clothes rather quickly upon entering the hut, while he merely needed to see you before he was pulling his poorly constituting pants to the side to begin stroking the thick length of his cock.

You never knew what it was about this beast that kept leading you back; his harsh nature and even harsher treatment of you and all humans left you with an ever-lasting churn in your stomach.

You let this thing inside you. Your thoughts taunted you, but your core ached at the reminder of how good the chimera's cock felt.

You had met him on an average stroll on an average day in your average village. His strange dress and, upon closer inspection, species, had you peering closer long enough for him to notice you himself. His mouth was a mix of rabbit and human, curled up into a smirk before it snarled at you.

Perhaps he would have fucked you anyway, taken you for all the village to see, and brought inexcusable pity and shame to yourself and your family. You couldn't say, because you had looked at the way his pants clung to his humanoid form, thick thighs encasing an impressive buldge, and had called out: "Hello there!"

His eyes widened before he opted to stalk towards you, curiosity in his gaze as his large frame slowly shadowed you.

"You're a pretty human," it growls at you, not trying to hide his ogling. His hand grasps your waist and your eyes widen as your body tenses- No one had ever touched you this way before.

Fight back, your mind said, but you were so bored.

"Not out here," you found yourself saying, "someone will stop us."

There was a mutual understanding between you and the mysterious creature; he showed no expected sign of cockiness at your seeming willingness to fuck. Instead, his acts were simple. He just thought you were pretty and ached for you like a man does.

"Chase me."

You smiled at him as his nose breathed in a deep sample of your tangy sweetness, being assured of your willingness. Your legs quivered at the knowledge it didn't matter; he could easily chase you down with his hare-like legs, have his tongue tear you apart before ravaging you with whatever lay between his thighs swelling behind black fabric confines.

His eyes burned through your clothes, your skin, and even your flesh, causing heat to spill from inside you. Every dash of yours in a new direction was paired with the thudding sound of a much heavier body behind you. Your heart fluttered for the first time in forever as you felt truly alive.

You threw yourself down on a rock near the stream that many of the women used to gather washing water, panting heavily in satisfying exhaustion. You looked back behind you with wide eyes as the hybrid approached, looking bigger than before from the angle. His muscular body had your legs shaking in anticipation and fear, craving the unknown he had to offer.

You spread your thighs with the assistance of your hands, muscles aching from the abuse of your run. Without looking any higher up than his thighs, you began to hike your fairly conservative dress up past your knees and to hover below your ass.

"More," the beast growled in a tone no man from your village could ever replicate. It rumbled in his throat, animalistic and rough, almost vibrating through the air to playfully taunt your cunt. You obeyed his command.

You peeled the fabric up, no longer hiding the shape of your ass beneath the layer. You opted to quickly pull down your underwear, leaving your skirt draped across the arching porting of your back. You should have been shy but the primal urges you sensed from the creature had you forfeiting shame.

Your own fingers dipped between your cheeks and spread them lewdly for him to see. It wasn't long before it moved to you at an inhuman speed, head close to your own digits as he breathed in your scent.

Something hard and fleshy slapped against your clit once your head had pressed back against the rock. You looked back and down to see he had moved his head away from your holes in favor of freeing his cock.

It looked like any human male would, but this one was far larger in every way, unable to fit into any human pants you had seen. Maybe that's why he wore those skimpy briefs.

Maybe it expanded.

Your sight and fantasies of his cock couldn't compare to the feeling of the thing. Your head shot back in ecstasy as the beast shot and missed the tip of his cock, pulling at the skin around your entrance as he worked to align himself properly. The thrust of the first inch of his thick shaft into you left your mouth agape as a broken moan escaped your lips. The rushing water worked to cover your noises (you hoped).

You lifted your hips up to shove your hand between your legs, effectively shoving you another inch down on his length. You cried lowly at the stretch and were surprised the creature hadn't begun slamming into you yet.

Your own fingers graced your clit with a pressure that had you clenching down on Rammot in a rhythm, gripping and loosening your insides tauntingly. He didn't allow for much of this, appearing to have enjoyed your movements until it simply wasn't enough. His soft fingers made for a slightly lighter hold than you expected against your hips but his movements lost their patient gentleness.

It only got thicker you found out as the stretch burned through you. You felt parts of you you didn't even know you had but you were thankful for the chance to find out.

With every pull back of his hips, you attempted to pull in a deep breath, preparing your poor abused body to have the wind knocked out of it again. Your head was fuzzy but your mind was focused - on one thing only.

The monster cock fucked into you embarrassingly easy despite the ache and the beast attached praised your insides for their wet, tight heat between growls of pleasure. You loved everything about this creature.

Every insertion, every somehow new inch shoved deep into you, you fell more in love with the monster. Your mind was mush by the time he came in you. Completely at his mercy, you found yourself rubbing your clit for internal relief as your stomach bulged with cum and creature cock.

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Sub!Shigaraki Kink Alphabet

A/N: I needed motivation and a long Shiggy prompt will do that~ I meant to do an NSFW Alphabet but by the time I realized I was just doing kinks it was too late to stop lol ♡

A = Anal

Shigaraki is a slut for ass-play and goes absolutely slack-jawed when you plunge anything into his tight heat. He seemingly never stretches out entirely, always clamping down tightly on the object of his desire, enjoying the moment more than you do undoubtedly. He'll even enjoy a finger in dry, showing just how desperate and empty he feels without being filled.

B = Ball Torture

He loves having you get him on the floor just to press your heel into the base of his cock. The feeling of pressure on such a vulnerable area has him lashing out vocally but it's all a part of the game. He wants you to break him, step down just a bit harder to keep in place - force him to take it. He wants it.

C = Cumshot

Shigaraki loves the evidence of you two's coupling covering him, particularly his face, marking him filthy and used up after the event. It doesn't matter if it's his or another person's (though he does enjoy his own more), he's desperate for it and he makes it known. Sometimes you'll have him beg to come on his own face.

D = Dildo

Plunging a dildo deep into Shigaraki's ass or mouth is a nice treat for when you really want to make an impact. He prefers length over girth so that it reaches deep inside his tight body and fucks into his prostate nice and easily. Sometimes when you're sucking his dick he'll subconsciously start mumbling for you to fuck his ass with the faux-cock, the slick slipping between his cheeks acting as the only lube he needs when you give in to his request.

E = Exhibition

His hand finds yours in the corner of a coffee shop, a crowded line, or another highly inappropriate time and he'll bring both palms to his body. What may seem like casual hand-holding is foreplay for him; laying out your flesh firmly against his abdomen to feel how his muscles clench against you. Maybe he'll even shove a plug deep in his greedy hole before you two leave the house so when you press deeply you feel the familiar shiver of his body being stuffed.

F = Face-Fucking

Whether it's from you or him, Shigaraki is desperate for the pleasure that comes with human desperation. The unrestrained movements and animalistic nature of having you thrust your hips up into his awaiting face. He eats up every motion, swallowing down the combination of your fluids and his spit. He salivates at the taste of you, moving his tongue desperately as you smash against him, giving him little range for movement.

G = Gangbang Fantasies

Shigaraki loves being filled from both ends, an array of flaccid objects and splayed fingers making his mind blank and insides full. Obscene sucking and gagging can be heard from his own willing abuse of his mouth, shoving himself deeper onto the toys as he imagines vague figures thrusting into him roughly. He loves when you help, your own sex making harsh movements against his face or lower half as your hands abuse his holes and surfaces, slapping faux-cocks against his face and mocking his slutty nature. Pain and pleasure mix together as he experiences a heaven of overstimulation and depravity - the perfect world for him.

H = HuCow

He begs you to milk him without words, coming to you with a bell collar already around his neck and spotted blue and white ears blending into his similar-colored hair. He fantasizes as your hand wraps around him, methodically milking him for all he's worth - bringing forth precious liquid from a beast unable to speak. He lets out a long, drawn-out moan, the bell around his neck ringing out as his head is thrown back. His body is so sensitive but so needy, his instincts driving his desire. He needs you to empty him, he feels so full.

I = Impact Play

Harsh slaps leave your partner gasping. Wide eyes look at you like you both hung the moon and destroyed it. It gives Tomura an instinctual desire to ask why why why but the next slap takes the words out of his mind and replaces them with stinging tears in his eyes. He wants this; to be willingly abused, the emotional and physical pain swirling around his stomach and swelling his cock pathetically. If you were to leave him be he would only whine and grind his hips pathetically, craving the stimulation your hits bring to every inch of his body. Your hand strikes his face and his cock leaks.

J = Jerking Off

Making a mess of himself for you is something he'll do without much prompting. A simple instruction to get on the bed and start touching himself has him smiling with cracked lips before quickly tearing his clothes off. He loves when you instruct him but he doesn't need it. His fingers already coated in his own spit wrap around his aching cock and with a firm grasp, he's thrusting up into his hand with a slightly agar mouth. The blue-haired boy makes no effort to contain his sounds as his moans meld with wet, lude noises from his minstrations.

K = Katoptronophilia

It wasn't uncommon for Shigaraki to spread his legs wide as your fingers both wrapped around his cock and plunged deep into his ass. His eyes would screw shut tightly as you made quite a mess of him. This wasn't enough however and you wasted no time slapping the sensitive length of his cock, bouncing it back against his tightened stomach before telling him to "look at himself." Closet walls reflected the image of you two's coupling back at him, causing his tip to leak even more without further touch. You would call him a slut, perverted, far too cocky - which you'd emphasize with another slap to the associated member. He'd groan at the abuse and over time only grow more addicted to the sight of himself.

L = Lactation

Dose him up with pills, fill his breasts with milk like a properly fucked bitch. Force him to lactate so you can savor every twist of his nipples as you draw forth more of the thin liquid. It's a pathetic excuse for a mother's milk but Shigaraki has always been a failure - you remind him as you bring the droplets up to his lip for him to suckle on. It was like he was your own little experiment.

M = Maid Training

Strict rules and harsh tasks made the effeminate man feel at ease. The occasional slaps to his ass and cooking in only an apron had pink cheeks contrasting his hair nicely - which was of course held back in a frilly headband. Sometimes you liked to have him clean on his hand-and-knees, watching as his hole fluttered tauntingly when he reached for something purposely far away. He was a needy slut and his services were paid for through means of sexual satisfaction, scrubbing the floors and wiping down the counters as his own movements caused him to fuck his own body back on your fingers.

N = Ncytophilia

The night scenery blinded him; curtains closed with the distant knowledge that the moon was out somewhere through the black-out material fueled the filling of his cock. His senses were heightened and he always felt more at peace in the darkness. Shigaraki knew this was how he was meant to be fucked: completely at the mercy of the other, felt up and sensitive.

O = Odaxelagnia

Shigaraki was a sensitive and expressive thing, often uncontrollably spasming or screaming out beneath you. Sometimes when you'd be pulled tightly to him he couldn't help but let his teeth grip you in ways his hands never could, pressing every groove he can into the tender flesh of your arm or shoulder. It's okay if he draws blood or leaves a bruise because he'll egg you on for revenge, begging for you to return the treatment tenfold. He loved being marked and abused, bitten up and spit out by the one he adored.

P = Partialism (Feet)

The diminishing factor of worshipping your feet was not lost on him. Something about being knelt down before an individual made him emotional, the submission so in his face as he thanked you for the soles pressed against his cheek. Usually, the process was slow and tender, with him nuzzling against your ankle and relishing in the soft grip you gave the blue strands atop his head. The feeling of both acceptance and vulnerability flowed through him as he licked up and down the expanse of your foot, dipping his tongue between the digits below as you lifted them off the ground to make the task easier. Sometimes after a rough day, you would surprise him with a harsh kick away from you, pulling at his heart and leaving a bruise against his already marred skin. Sometimes you liked to see him cry beneath the weight of your foot.

Q = Queening

The feel of your hole draped over his mouth had him pathetically attempting to lap at the tasteful organ. He was perfectly fine having his breathing constricted in favor of your temporary pleasure. If he died with you on top of him, grinding against his foul mouth then maybe he could say he went out happy.

R = Role Reversal

It was fun when Shigaraki insisted on acting tough when you both knew he begged daily for the sexual abuse you gave him. You swore he only did it to get broken rougher than usual; brought further down from his imaginary pedestal. You both enjoyed the force used on him when you instilled in his mind he would never know full choice in this relationship, always giving it up to you in the end. You'd make him crave it.

S = Spit

With your shoe on Shigaraki's head and his tongue against the floor like a good boy, your lover will eagerly lick up the treat from your mouth. He joins the two of you's saliva on his tongue with a savoring moan, eyes closed as his tastebuds scrape the surface for more of your fluids. He shows you his tongue when he wants more, looking into your eyes as a sort of wordless begging, sometimes flexing his throat or letting out frustrated moans if you don't spit in his face promptly.

T = Total Power Exchange

Tomura is very open to a total power exchange dynamic and even prefers it, as long as the proper accommodations are made and agreed upon to not harm his goals. Plus, he couldn't properly get off without knowing he was properly seeking the destruction of hero society.

U = Urine

Fucking him open with even just your fingers can easily run his balls dry, but depending on the time and clenching of his muscles his bladder will be painfully full. With permission and the loosening of your grip around the base of his cock, he'll come squirting the golden liquid into his own mouth. Gargling the piss with a fucked-out smile the man will silently thank you with more shake of his body.

V = Vampires

You hoped it wasn't the time around Toga rubbing off on him, but Shigaraki Tomura had developed an increasing desire for you to consume his being - consumed himself by the thought of your all-encompassing love. He could imagine fangs springing from your mouth as your canines penetrated his skin from behind; he loved having you hovered over his back, a hand around his cock as your hips pressed against his ass. Overpowering him, he thought, even if he could destroy anything with the touch of his hand.

W = Werewolves

Surrounded by fierce abominations, maybe even considered one himself, Shigaraki was fascinated by the concept of being dominated by some fierce beast. Humanlike and able to consent, even force him, that's what he wanted. Something to hold him down and knot him. He'll research into some temporary quirk you guys can have some fun with, or settle for some nice biting and a thickened dildo to pop through the rim of his asshole satisfyingly.

X = XXX

He's a fucking nymphomaniac, unable to control himself sometimes as he rubs up against your thigh desperately. You give him a criticizing look but that only eggs him on further, the disapproval in your gaze a familiar and enticing thing. If you don't want to please him that's fine, he won't force you, but he'll get away from you in a huff and open up his laptop to watch porn at full volume. The moans are broken up by the sound of his pants coming off and wet noises combined with familiar moans taunt you from his spot. He's fine coming like that too if you refuse to get up. He'll finish with a sharp gasp and walk away to clean himself up with a smirk.

Z = Zzz

You'll know when Shigaraki is feeling especially needy because he'll make a point of sleeping with his clothes off, his usual boxers conveniently close to the floor for a prompt clean-up material. It was your choice what to do with him, all the options running through your mind - you could wait for him to fall asleep, curl up behind him to palm his cock in a way that brought him closer to your body, or maybe hoped you woke from the usual annoying street-goer to fuck him awake to the beat of their too-loud music.

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hello, i read some of your stories and i liked them a lot, i haven't seen headcanons of kurapika with a taller s/o, so can i request a headcanon of kurapika where his s/o is taller than him (191cm) to whom Does she like to hold him in her arms and is very affectionate and careful with him?Of course, if you don't want to do it or you don't like the idea, you can ignore my request, thank you very much.

I did the request and I guess you could say she "wants to hold him in her arms" lol but I honestly forgot the cutesie portion of your request until it was all written~ I hope you enjoy it anyway <3

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Kurapika with a Tall S/O HCs

Kurapika simply cannot be fully happy ♡

You met at the Hunters Exam. You found him staring at you from across the open space, expression neutral as dark eyes peered at you unapologetically. A few seconds passed and he looked away, almost as if he hadn't seen you looking back.

Kurapika was on the shorter side but embraced it, never having a problem with the so-called "disadvantage." In fact, it made finding someone who piqued his interest even easier. Something about the idea of being with someone larger than him gave him a warm feeling in his chest, as if that was what could ease his burdened shoulders, though he had never embraced his wants fully before.

When you met again, he asked you many questions about yourself, keeping his tone neutral as he played off his affections as casual conversation. Where you were from, your family, your hobbies—he wanted to know them all. It was a shallow reasoning behind his interest in you, but it would quickly grow to more as you kept in contact.

Even when away from Killua, Gon, and Leorio, maybe even because of it, he found himself messaging you later on in the night. He knew his friends wouldn't even think to contact you as he had never mentioned giving you his information during the exam.

He recalls trivial parts of his day: flowers he saw on the street, the weather he hoped for, a meal he had, etc. He doesn't tell you how you remind him of the stems adorned with fine leaves. He was a fan of street vendors and would always give you a review of any new ones he tried. Kurapika also listens, particularly quite on certain days; barely a word to say but you feel heard all the same.

Odd hours spent smiling over your phone made your feelings grow - confused by how such an occurrence was possible from so little contact. You embraced this however, the chaotic nature of life not allowing you to take this connection for granted. You fantasized about the day you two would meet again.

You tearfully confess the emotions plaguing your mind and after moments of silence, he accepts and returns your affections. You can sense there's something more than he reveals but the joy of the oneness has you disregarding it.

There's only so long that can go on though; with days becoming weeks and no formal definition being given to the two of you's bond, you find your heart growing heavy from secrets you don't even know exist. The joy he gives you is restrained by chains you cannot see. You know there's more he can give you and you don't understand why he won't.

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Illumi, Killua, & Milluki at Their Parents' Funeral w/ S/O HCs

Support shows in different ways ♡

Request(s): may i request Illumi Milluki n Killua and their girlfriend at their parents funeral? maybe comforting him or something happier

AN: BOO! It's been a while haha I'm never planning on leaving entirely~ I'm happy to always have requests to fulfill, no matter how late :) I don't make gendered content for nonsexual requests unless necessary so this is gender neutral. Also, I forgot the "or happier" part of your request while writing so... enjoy?

Illumi

His gaze was empty - no different than usual, but his stance had an unusual lack of power. You knew what he was capable of yet he looked so weak towering above the majority of the crowd.

Your hand grasped his arm earning you a prolonged glance. You rubbed your thumb into the fabric of his suit, pressing your palm deeper into his flesh. A small breath left his lips and he resumed his examination of the dark, wooden boxes containing every truth he had ever known.

He was a sight. Long, dark hair flowed in the soft breeze contrasting the rest of his still image - except for his eyes. They fluttered rapidly up and down as if taking in the scene for the first time despite having stood in that exact spot for the last fifteen minutes. No one had disturbed the two of you, the knowledge of the eldest Zoldyck's undying allegiance and ruthlessness keeping him a focal point of the crowd's eyes despite never having been approached. You knew Illumi had to have felt the gazes on him but then again who knew what was going on in his mind.

Your boyfriend left your side, coming to stand in the aile formed between his parents' stands. Open casket. Your heart clenched at the sight of a boy so similar to his mother staring down at her, but he quickly curbed his staring and opted to look straight into the crowd. You thought he might say a few words - though he was a bit far back on the stage - but he just straightened his posture beyond what you thought possible and resumed his blank staring. This time though, there was a peace there; as if he was doing something with a purpose.

You knew your place was not beside him, that you needed to give him time to grieve, but you couldn't help but pity him. You wished this could be the two of you's chance at freedom but their shackles were still tight around the man, held in a rigor-hardened grip.

Killua

He scoffed, looking down at the sleek black shoes adorning his feet, unused to the feeling of such rigid formality after so long. He felt the need to rebel but there was no one to rebel against. Your boyfriend had asked you to attend with him, hands fidgeting at his sides when he did so.

Killua's dominant hand now gripped yours as he muttered small talk into your ear. You could tell he was uncomfortable, unsure of where he stood in the world now. His parents' insistence that he returned drove him forward, away, but now he didn't need to run. This thought had him squeezing your hand tighter, embracing his present.

"I miss them." His reveal broke the bittersweet silence. You laid your head against his shoulder. The weight felt uneven for a moment and he caught himself wishing one other person had accompanied him, if only to ease him into the newfound loneliness of being an orphan.

You were conflicted. You were glad they were gone; you felt a burning hatred for them even after their passing. But Killua was suffering. You knew it wasn't only them, that this was a cruel reminder of how alone he truly was. That you were the only one there for him now. There was nothing to fall back on.

Before you could say anything else, something shifted in the air. The way Killuas grip tightened against you made you follow his gaze, but you couldn't see what he did. There was a crowd of people. Allies in his parents' world. There was something else, too. Killua pulled you along, trying to get a better look as well, you presumed. "Where are we going?" You asked, but he didn't give any hint he was listening, just continued on. You stared into the crowd as his hand dropped from yours. You thought you saw a green flash of hair and you looked to find your boyfriend gone. Why were you alone?

Milluki

"I don't care!" Milluki refused to leave his room. His video game screen paused as he sat surrounded by snacks in his chair. "We have to attend-" A sudden crash cut you off. "I don't have to do anything," he declares as his action figure now lays scuffed on the floor from his recent outburst and a new hole marks the wall. He had been like this all day.

"I only listen to Mama and Papa." "Your mother and father are dead." Your words are short and precise, meant to cut deep and bring out his clarity. "You need to get the hell out of this room and grow the fuck up." His eyes are wide and he stares at you taken aback by your harsh attitude. He was used to being accommodated but that would have to change now that his parents were gone. His siblings wouldn't allow this. Maybe Illumi but he wouldn't take care of Milluki the same, just let him rot away as he chases after Killua.

"We have to get you dressed. It's already begun." You walk around the filthy room, placing your shoes carefully to avoid any big messes beneath. He had suits he never wore, fit for his body, and flattering in their shade of blood-like black. You pulled one from the back of the closet and placed it atop his crumpled sheets.

You loved him, but you had never had to really care for him. When he overwhelmed you or his tantrums got too much, you could leave him and trust his parents to do the most basic of jobs. Now, though, you found yourself worrying about what would come of the immature Zoldyck child. You couldn't leave him like you did before. His mother would not guide him, and his father would not control him. A weight was now on your shoulders, and you had put it there. You would have to evaluate whether this was something you wanted - whether he was.

You sighed as you approached him, "Come on, let me help." Your words urged him to obey and made his actions easy. You catered to the man-child as his mother was unable to. You guided him through the halls with a firm grasp of his hand in yours, and you felt his burden lessen as your energy drained. You hated the type of man he was. You hated having to deal with him - but you would. For now, at least.

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Could you do gunplay with Hisoka? (Mean reader pls <3)

I hope you enjoy it <3 I know it took me super long but I hope that makes it a nice surprise :)

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Pistol-Whipped || Sub!Hisoka x Reader

Genre: Smut

Category: Sub!Hisoka x GN!Dom!Reader

Warning(s): Anal Fingering, Cum Eating, Dacryphilia, Degradation, Face-Fucking w Object, Gun-Play, Hate Sex(ual Acts), Spanking

Request(s): "Could you do gunplay with Hisoka?(Mean reader pls <3)"

A/N: I haven't been motivated to write anything that's not rough, emotional, or dark TT but I'm enjoying it nonetheless :) Thank you for the request!

You draw the barrel of the pistol across his lips, his eyes remaining low and tantalizing as his mouth parts for his tongue to wrap around the object. You can tell he's amused, the lines of his mouth morphing into a lewd smile. "You enjoy it, don't you? You're so sick." Low, wanting moans agree with you, begging you to push the game between the two of you further.

You had pulled the weapon out angrily, showing your boyfriend the means you had gone to protect yourself from not only those who targeted Hisoka but also the man himself. A life with the magician was one of insecurity and that's what you had been screaming at him before his perverted mind had twisted your rage into fuel for his lustful delusions.

"I love it when you're aggressive, Y/N."

He taunted you from his position on the couch. You had him beneath you, your bent knee leaving you stuck between leaning against the cushion and crouching.

"I really hate you," you hissed at him, the gun sliding deeper into his mouth. His eyebrows raised slightly, looking pleased. You felt sick playing into his hands like this.

You both fed off of each other, the tense energy making your thighs clench and your breath come heavy. Within moments that felt immeasurably long, you were on him, pushing him back to slide further across the couch.

"You wanna be inconsiderate? Fine. I can do that too."

Hisoka allowed you to flip him over - everything you did was only what he allowed. His ass taunted you from beneath the flattering material, muscles rounded yet firm in your grip.

Quickly shoving the material down you didn't give him the chance to remove the item fully, only giving yourself access to his sensitive areas.

Neatly shaven balls pressed tightly between his muscular thighs, his hole puckering a few inches above. You couldn't resist dragging the gun down the crevice of his ass before bringing it back into his mouth.

Wetness from his previous ministrations glistened across the fluttering orifice, providing lube for your next desire.

Without warning you plunged a finger into the tight confines of your boyfriend's body, reaching as far as you could into his unprepared hole. Despite the suddenness, Hisoka was pleased, thrusting back against the digit in desperation.

Not a minute later, another finger had been added. The burn of the two twisting along his insides had his cock leaking out against the furniture.

Hisoka released the gun from his hollowed lips with a loud 'pop.' Small coughs left him, lightly so as not to upset the sensations you were bringing him. Finally being able to take free breaths flooded him with relief, but the man already missed the weapon's weight on his tongue.

A hard, cut object found itself against the magician's cockhead, he could feel his precum smearing across the rough lines. He couldn't see what was happening but when the barrel of the gun once again pressed against his lips, this time smearing a salty and slightly sour taste along the surface of the plump skin, he poured out more.

Hisoka sucked his cum from every crevice, slipping his tongue inside and out of the opening to satisfy his cravings.

Quickly ripping your hand out of him, you slapped your palm against the cusp of his ass. "I didn't say you could come!"

The sound of flesh against flesh filled the room, his screams of pleasure mixing with pain as the skin darkened in shades of red and even some slowly forming purple.

"You just need to be filled up, don't you?" Your voice took on a nurturing tone, a surprising shift from a minute ago.

Metal slammed against the back of Hisoka's throat, his tongue flattening to accommodate the intrusion. His body sputtered out coughs from around the pistol, but he never moved away, in fact, you bet if it was more malleable he'd have it halfway down his eager throat.

You brought your pre-used fingers back to the magician's mouth, pulling at his cheek, dragging along the tongue held down by your gun. Anything perverse garnered you a drawn-out, low moan as Hisoka enjoyed the physical degradation.

This was you being kind, wetting your fingers before you sunk 3 into him without preamble, twisting and scraping against his smooth walls.

Hisoka gagged on the gun as your fingers curled into the most sensitive part of his body. The sounds coming from him were constant and loud now, his body wracking with every thrust of your hand. He moved in tangent with you, taking the barrel deeper into his mouth every time your hand slid further out of him, only to lap at the tip as you rammed into him once again.

This went on for a while. Tears were streaming down his cheeks and his eyes were stuck wide from the overwhelming sensations.

You continued until his sobbing began to worry you; you made sure to make a mental note to have him drink more water tonight.

"Hurts, doesn't it?"

You pressed deeper against his prostate when you spoke. "It's okay, you can come now. I'm done with you."

Whiteness poured out of his cock in pulsating convulsions of the worn-out muscle, pink and flushed against his dewy skin when he collapsed forward into the couch.

His words were rough and broken from your treatment.

"This is all I've ever wanted you to be."

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Urges || Dom!Rammot x Reader

Genre: Dark Content, Smut

Category: Dom!Rammot x GN!Sub!Reader

Warning(s): Analingus/Cunnilingus, Death-By-Dick, Masturbation, Non-Con, Penetration

A/N: I wanted to do something more "monstrous" and the Chimera Ants are perfect for it <3 I'm not sure if this is too dark to post but I warned correctly and didn't glorify, please let me know~

The beast's lewd appearance caught your attention before anything else; a glimpse of a man adorned in nothing but a thong and crimson crop top that clung tightly to his muscular body.

The man had caught sight of you, lunging in your direction at inhuman speed. Your eyes widened a moment before you felt a bruising grip around your waist and a thick, coppery smell hit your face in warm gusts.

"Why should I have to curb my urges? Why do I have to be the one to go hungry on horse meat when there's so much right here for the taking?"

His voice was gruff and trailed off as one of his fingers reached out to slide across your exposed stomach. You shivered away from his touch.

You had never seen anything like him before, your eyes refused to shut out the horrific man before you. You were entranced by his strange appearance even as your body shook in fear.

The monster laughed deeply, enjoying your reaction. His nose twitched and you wondered if he could smell your dread.

The creature released you, reaching down to slide the thin thong covering away from his cock underneath. You remained frozen under his confident gaze, the mutual understanding passing between you that you wouldn't be able to get away if you tried.

He took his time, stroking himself through the fabric, hardening slowly as he watched you tremble.

"I'm not sure what this is, but I want more of it," he said roughly, grabbing the outline of his shaft and pumping it.

He reached towards you and you flinched back. This angered him - who were you to deny him?

His hand made slick sounds against his cock, fast-paced and inexperienced the hybrid came with a guttural moan.

"More!"

His demands were that of frustration and confusion, seeking to obtain the blissful feeling once more. He brought you back against him and you struggled despite all rational thought. It was all you had left to do. There was no humanity in this monster's eyes.

His laugh, loud and abrasive, taunted you as tears ran down your cheeks.

Your waist was steadily darkening, a pale purple spreading out beneath your skin. You felt the dull ache of where his hands had been.

He grabbed your arm, tugging you forward as he continued the ministrations on his cock. You whimpered as you collided with the solid mass of his body.

You were disgusted by the sight, his thick fingers tightly wound around the weighty-looking body part - grateful when he stopped. Before you realized what he intended for you.

It was fast and frightening, your head rocking back and forth as he ripped away at your clothes.

Your head shot back, your mouth agape, as you felt a shocking sensation at your entrance.

Rammot couldn't draw himself away from the tunnel of your body. Lapping away without restraint, he soaked the area in long, fervent strokes of his tongue before swallowing the slick back down again.

You could feel his moans and other sounds of enjoyment coming from behind you, the way they vibrated against the back of your legs and ass had you quivering.

He immersed himself in your body, making lewd comments on your taste as he slid his tongue inside you.

Upon feeling your tightness his eyes widened and his cock continued to swell unexpectedly. He stood up, his erection sliding against your behind, drawing a low moan from the sensitive beast.

Your hole clenched defensively as the tip of his cock met your entrance, his previous actions making his immediate slide into you easier but not doing much to soothe the pain.

You yelled through gritted teeth as he ripped you open, carving out space to seek his pleasure in your insides. He had no remorse for what was left behind, only concerned with the way your body squeezed his own. His rough treatment of you made you breathless, gasping every time the head of his cock rammed against your bruised walls.

You surrendered to the act - his hands soft where they held you up, contrasting the harsh thrusts slamming into you as he chased his release unbeknownst to himself.

He had never known pleasure like this and you would never know anything else.

Small breaths left your mouth in a near-silent plea before you went limp.

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I keep stopping taking my meds y'all my bad :/

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hello! I love your knb stuff and was wondering if you could write a noncon, rough and I mean ROUGH murasakibara x reader smut, taking place in a locker room, right after practice? Some propts i'd like to see are, dirty talk, humiliation and degradation. If you are uncomfortable or want to scratch out any part of this request, feel free to do so! Hope you are interested in writing this <3 Happy new year!

One of my favorite requests <3 thank you again!!!!

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Please can you make a heavy smut with Murasakibara

Done! Dark content warning for this one~

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Locked In || Dom!Murasakibara x Reader

Genre: Smut, Dark Content

Category: Dom!Murasakibara x GN!Sub!Reader

Warning(s): Fingering, Non-Con, Manipulation Tactics, Unhealthy Attachment, Penetration

Request(s): "hello! I love your knb stuff and was wondering if you could write a noncon, rough and I mean ROUGH murasakibara x reader smut, taking place in a locker room, right after practice? Some propts i'd like to see are, dirty talk, humiliation and degradation. If you are uncomfortable or want to scratch out any part of this request, feel free to do so! Hope you are interested in writing this <3 Happy new year!"

"Please can you make a heavy smut with Murasakibara"

A/N: I had to repost because Tumblr posted it half-done but shout-out to @twilight-blu3 for one of my all-time favorite requests. I'm really thankful for all those in my inbox there to inspire me and the way you wrote your request SPOKE TO ME, I ADORE YOU

You always thought he looked so graceful, his arms like the wingspan of a bird, soaring across the court in grandeur. He drew you in. You found yourself going to games outside of home, cheering him on from the sidelines as he blocked the other team's plays effortlessly, then smiling as you watched him snack innocently between playing time.

This was the night. You were finally going to confess. Another win for your team at their home game was a sign of good fortune, you thought to yourself.

You approached the locker room with anxious fervor - it was now or never.

All the other members had left but Murasakibara had been rushed with cameras and fellow fans before he had the chance to get to the locker room. You ignored the slightly stale smell of the space and sat down on one of the benches. You weren't supposed to be in here but you figured if you caught him before he was changing then there was no harm in the location (it would be a little weird to confess to him while he was half-naked, no matter how welcome the sight would be).

Think of the Devil. Murasakibara walked through the swinging doors, his steps heavy and echoing in the near-empty room. You fiddled with your hands as you slowly turned toward the direction you figured he'd come through.

You spotted purple strands high above your own head before you took note of the rest of him. He spotted you quickly. When your eyes reached his face he was already meeting your gaze.

"What are you doing here?" He questioned apathetically.

"I wanted to give you this."

Your hands held out a box of chocolates neatly wrapped with a bow, a traditional way of confessing. He hesitated in accepting but decided to fairly quick.

Murasakibara didn't eat the treats yet, opting to hold them between his large fingers instead as he peered at you waiting for more.

"Why?"

"I like you Murasakibara."

His eyes remained the same but you thought you saw his lips twinge upwards for a moment.

He approached you slowly, stopping once he was directly in front of you. The man didn't say anything, studying you for a moment. Murasakibara broke your gaze, unraveling the box's ribbon gracefully before plopping one onto his tongue faster than your anxious mind could process.

"I accept," the object of your affections stated simply. You couldn't believe the words. His emotionless expression made it even harder to trust the sincerity of his acceptance.

As your mind raced, he reached out for you, encompassing your body in his arms, tucking you against him.

"What?" You breathed.

"Isn't this what couples do?"

You smiled away from his gaze, enjoying the security of his chest when suddenly he turned you around to face the lockers.

"Murasaki-"

He cut you off. "Isn't this what couples do as well?" The purple-haired giant goaded.

You felt the bulge of his balls make contact with the top of your ass cheeks as he forced himself against you.

Your eyes widened in shock. You hadn't been expecting such an act by him, and weren't welcoming to his sudden change in demeanor. It was unfamiliar and frightening.

"Wait, can we just talk for a second?" You pleaded with the locker that pressed against your cheek.

“I thought you wanted to be with me? Was I wrong?” The towering man asked innocently.

Red flags flashed in your mind but you had wanted him for so long, you should feel grateful for his touch.

“I do,” you mumbled, your nerves restricting your throat, making it hard to move in general. Your body felt hot in all the wrong ways. It shouldn't be like this, you found yourself thinking.

"Good," he whispered against your ear, lips grazing the flesh in a taunting manner. You felt him grind deeper against the cusp of your ass and gasped.

His fingers made quick work of your pants, pulling them down along with your underwear. Murasakibara pulled your ass cheeks apart to gaze at you unabashedly. You felt your face heat up beyond what you thought was possible and a deep shame formed in your belly.

You felt him move back from you, shuffling his own clothes. You were still too immobile to glance behind you, face no-doubt marked by the locker's cruel edges.

"How long have you wanted to be with me," he asked, the ego clear in his voice.

"I've always been a fan of yours, since your middle school days. I always thought you were beautiful," you told the truth, no point in secrets as his cock tip graced your entrance.

You shuddered at the thought of the sudden intrusion before a sudden giggle caught you off guard.

"I'm not that cruel Y/N."

Your eyes widened. "How do you know my name?"

"You think I wouldn't notice the same person at every one of my games, arriving early and leaving late. I got curious and asked around."

You blushed at his words, ashamed of your own desperation now.

"No matter, I found your loyalty cute - in a pathetic sort of way."

Wettened fingers were inside you before you had time to process, the sting of the two large digits stretching your hole out painfully and fast.

"Ahhhhh!"

You screamed against the metal, your arm reaching back in an attempt to grasp his wrist. He didn't allow you to, his quick limbs halting your attempts and holding you in place with ease.

You felt him twist the digits inside of you, presumably his spit easing the way despite your body's resistance. You groaned as tears sprung to your eyes.

"It's okay to be loud," you heard the smile in his words, "I blocked the doors before we started."

You felt hope you didn't know you had leave your body. This was it. You were going to be raped by the man you had nothing but love for.

You had been so stupid.

"You're so tight. Never done it before? Or am I just that big?"

Your hole clenched down on his hand and you heard a sinister laugh from the man behind you.

"So needy," Murasakibara mumbled apprehensively, "I guess I'll have to do something about that."

You felt his fingers leave you and this time you heard the wet sound of him lubing up his dick. You gathered your last bit of will to meet his eyes, but he wasn't looking at you - only at your parts.

He intended to use you to your fullest extent and you knew it.

"Please don't," you whispered.

"Don't? You wanted me so bad before and now you're changing your mind? Don't be selfish, it's too late for that."

He grasped the back of your skull with ease, turning you back to face the locker. You squeezed your eyes shut but they burst open when you felt the first inch of his cock enter you.

"You're so tight," he moaned, "you're gonna tear it off at this rate."

His humorous comment gave you no amusement and you felt your body tighten further as he sunk deeper into you.

"Almost there," he said in a comforting tone. With one final push, he was balls deep in you, his fingers digging into your hips as he pulled your ass up in the air to accommodate his height.

Never giving you much time to adjust, Atsushi began a steady pace of harsh slaps against your flesh as he pulled you apart on his dick.

It wasn't long before he fell apart himself, heavy breathes parting the hair on the back of your scalp as he huffed into the strands. You felt your wetness grow, his cum spilling out into you adding to the lubrication.

He pulled out with a wet noise, the emptiness only increasing as his seed soon began to spill down your thighs.

"I guess accepting your confession has its perks, right?"

Tears stained your cheeks, face still hidden against the locker.

"See you at the next game."

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Why does Tumblr post drafts I'm working on if I save them when my internet is lagging TT I hate this app sometimes omg