#hunter x hunter fanfiction

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Never Enough (Silva Zoldyck)

Kinktober 2023 Day Twenty-Four: Breeding

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

“You smell so sweet, my love. Surely it must be time for you to give me another one, yes?”

  Given the person you married, such words aren’t too odd to hear anymore. Especially early, early in the morning. And especially accompanied by the feeling of hands pulling at your nightgown and tugging it above your head. After all, you’ve been in the game for long enough to know that whenever you wake up to the feeling of your husband’s large hands spreading open your thighs and him lapping at your cunt, it’s usually because you’re ovulating. 

  And when you’re wed to a man like Silva Zoldyck, ovulation days tend to mean a whole lot of nothing but him pounding away at your body and filling you up to the brim with his seed as many times as he possibly can. 

  With the hopes that one of these days will result in a nice, shiny gift being brought into the family around nine months later. 

  Of course, your husband doesn’t really need an excuse to put his hands on you. In fact, if this was any single other day on the calendar, he would be more than happy to take you anywhere, any time. In any position. In any place. But those days he would wait until you were up and awake and coherent before diving in for his sneak attack. But those are the days he fucks you because he wants you. They’re way different from the days he fucks you because he wants to put another baby in you. 

  As if two of you don’t have enough of those yet.

  But all too soon, the sleepiness and the grumpiness melt away from your face. The pout that you were trying so hard to keep up easily slips into something a little more lewd as your husband digs his tongue inside of your lower walls, trying to make you nice and wet and loose for the absolute monster he has still tucked in his trousers. And it’s in your lustful haze that you really decide that there’s no point in being so stubborn. That you don’t even know why you woke up feeling like you wanted to be this stubborn. Perhaps it’s some lingering feelings from your last post-natal period. Perhaps it’s something else. You wouldn’t know. 

  You’re just supposed to be Silva’s cute little wife. The nice and sweet little homemaker of the family. The one who pumps out all the babies. The one who’s just a hole for her husband to use. 

  And the one who won’t say anything- just whimper and whine and moan as her husband pulls away from her pretty little pussy just to have her present it to him on all fours like a good, good, good girl.

  Already, the sleepy part of your brain misses the feeling of his tongue inside of you and his lips wrapped around your clit. You can’t help but wish that you took the time to enjoy it. That you took the time to soak it all in- maybe even ride his face a little bit more. He did have the nose for it, after all. But you don’t quite have the luxury for that anymore. Because right now, you’re face down and ass up. And Silva’s large, large hands, and coming up to grab at your hips. To align his cock. To push it inside.

  And to breed you.

  There’s no time to waste. The second your warm, wet walls give in and let his dick push past their defenses, he’s snapping to sheath his full length inside of you. Only to pull it out a half second later and to 

    And you know this. You know this for a fact because the man behind you barely gives you a moment- barely gives you a second to breathe. Because from minute one, his goal is to impale you on his cock. To care less about your comfort. After all, he can do that on another day. He can do that when he’s feeling kind and caring. But today isn’t going to be one of those days. Instead, today is going to be one of those days where it marks the first of a couple of days where your children probably won’t see you. Where your body will constantly feel like it never had energy to begin with. Where your skin will know nothing but your husband and his touch and his voice. His commands and the bruises he leaves. His breath and heartbeat. Joining you. Becoming one with you. Over and over and over again. For one reason and one reason alone.

  “This next one is going to be a girl,” Silva murmurs from behind you, leaning in closer to hold you tight against his body. You gasp out as the change in position allows for him to hit an angle more deeply Your mind doesn’t even register that he’s speaking to you. That he’s saying saying to you. You’re far too gone. Far too focused on doing your best to stay up on your two shaking legs as your husband slams into you from behind with far too much power and energy for one man this early in the morning.“A strong one. I can feel it.”

  You whine in response- once again, unable to form the right words. Or any words, for that matter. Your mind has quickly gone to mush. And now you’re at the point, where you’re far too focused on gripping at the sheets in front of you and trying not to be blown away by the sheer force and purpose and hope he puts behind every thrust of his throbbing hard cock into your awaiting hole. A hole you know will be soon pumped full of his seed. And even then, it’s hard to imagine that he’d stop.

  After all, you’ve only given him five children so far. And you’re still so young. Still so able to bear such powerful children. Still so able to take him- all of him without breaking. So what’s one more little pair of hands and feet running around the manor in a year? What’s a few more tears to dry and bright eyes to love? What’s one more show of the physical bond between husband and wife? Between mother and father. Man and woman. What’s one more?

    “We’ll get you pregnant again, my dear. Just watch me.” 

  Well, it’s what Silva wants. And you’ve been in the game for long enough to know that for Silva?

“I’ll make you big and swollen with my child today, even if it kills you.”

  One more is never enough.

[whom-the-hell]

Hello 👋 can do dating killua zoldyck hcs please 🙏 💙

Killua Zoldyck x gn!reader

A/n: Hey! I apologise if this took so long to write, I had some things going on! I hope you enjoy <3

P.S Killua is grown up in these hcs

Genre: fluff

Anime: Hunter x Hunter

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He is a stubborn little bastard, so he would wait until you would confess first. If you’re just as stubborn, he’d confess first through very obvious hints. He wouldn’t outright ask you though.

At the start of your relationship, Killua had a heard time opening up and getting use to all of the romanc-y stuff.

During the relationship he doesn’t change much, just a couple of soft kisses on the cheek and some affectionate head pats blossoming through.

Very jealous. And protective. One weird look from another person to you will make him go nuts.

That brings me to my next point, very intimidating. Maybe he’ll tower over the people he thinks are acting too creepy towards you and glares down at them, or maybe he’ll act a certain way to show his unsatisfaction.

Overall, very cool to hang out with, though, he sucks at planning dates.

His idea of a date would be just hanging outside together.

Very nosy! Very. Someone’s calling you, who? What do they want? Will you answer the call?

Goes all out with gifts, his love language is either gift giving or quality time. Either way, you’re being spoilt to death. If your love language is physical touch of words of affirmation, he’ll try and satisfy you as much as he can, but it might take a while for him to get used to it.

Killua has one of the weirdest pet names for you.

One of his favourite spots to hold you while walking down the street is by the hands.

While cuddling, he acts like he’s big spoon, but secretly enjoys being little spoon, he’s just too embarrassed to admit it.

He’s introverted, so he prefers to spend most of his time at home. Maybe you both watch movies and cuddle, or maybe you try to do something new together.

When he visits you, he buys tonnes of candy from a nearby shop and you guys rate them from 1-10.

He’s a very light sleeper, every single turn of yours might make him wake up. Sometimes you think that he isn’t even asleep.

[villainbait]

hey, could u perhaps write chrollo with a kurta reader? could be yandere if u feel comfortable writing that. reader could hate him bc they know or not, its up to you. they could also be affiliated with Kurapika in any way (bf, bsf, partner in taking down the PT, -close-friend) ty!

Pairing: Yandere!Chrollo x Kurta Reader

Rating: 16+, SFW (mostly).

CW: yandere!chrollo, yandere behavior, bondage, drugs, reader was drugged, implied torture, jealousy, kurapika mentions, reader is a kurta

I- Man, anon I am so sorry. This ask has sat, haunting my inbox for almost two years. I have had this piece written for about as long but never finished. I couldn't figure out how I wanted to write it, how to piece it together into something I was happy enough with. Then the hyperfixation faded and I generally forgot about it until recently. I do not know if you will see this, but if you ever come back and check, I hope you know I'm deeply sorry and I genuinely hope that the wait is worth the short fic I offer to you.

Where are you? Are you okay? Is what they’re saying true, were you really seen with HIM? 

You ignored the first text, then the second text questioning if you were alive, but it is the subsequent third text that grated on your nerves. Staring at the last and perhaps most damning text, you turn your phone on silent before pocketing it. While it was comforting to know that you weren’t the only surviving member of the Kurta clan, it sometimes could be smothering with how needy Kurapika could be towards you. 

But he can’t know. 

He can’t ever know you’re in love with Chrollo Lucilfer, the man responsible for the death of your clan. 

Just like Chrollo can never know you have survived. He must never know. 

The soft stroking of fingertips along your jaw jolts you awake and you instinctively find yourself pulling at your bonds. You were surprised to find yourself in this situation, but more surprised as you cast an uncertain gaze at the man who was stretched out next to you like a lazy panther; totally at ease despite your own discomfort. 

“Good morning.” His voice drips saccharine richness and you know you’re in trouble. “I don’t want to play, Chrollo.” You tug uselessly at your bonds. “Let me go.” Maybe you shouldn’t have teased him so much earlier at the restaurant, thinking back to how embarrassed he looked when you had slid your foot between his thighs. His words bring you back to the present and you blink owlishly up at the raven haired man you called your lover. “Isn’t this what you wanted?” His tone is veiled with barely concealed condescension and it makes you wince in shame as you watch Chrollo forced to play the villain. You had immediate regrets about your earlier antics when you had teased him mercilessly before and during dinner, but it was too late now. Your frame trembled with trepidation, fear sluicing through the haze of whatever drug he had fed you during your dinner date earlier. 

Not that you knew you had been drugged, thinking you had had too much wine with dinner.

He slides on top of you, straddling you with ease and you grow increasingly panicked as he traces your face with surprising gentleness. There’s something incredibly off about him and you realize for once, Chrollo Lucilfer is genuinely angry. 

“Not that it matters what you want,” he stated matter-of-factly when you decided not to answer and his fingers tracing the outline of your jaw before sliding an index finger across your neck; the fur on his coat sleeve tickling your skin. “You’ll be good for me, won’t you?” His lifeless silver eyes shift downward and you squirm uncomfortably. The rope with which he had bound your wrists was starting to chafe. Pushing the pain from your mind, you briefly consider the option of fighting him but quickly abandon the idea as you realize the futility of it; knowing he would catch you faster than you could ever hope to escape. Instead, you attempt to reason with him. 

“What do you-” 

“Did you think I wouldn’t find out?” He interrupts you and the first hint of anger seeps through his normally aloof demeanor. It felt like cold water had been dashed over your entire body and you froze. Clearly perplexed by his leading question, you rack your mind quickly and try to figure out what gave it away. It couldn’t have been your traditional kurta garb, so similar to Kurapika’s since no one aside from the two of you knew your people’s clothing by sight. It was how the two of you had found each other in the first place, a happenstance passing that turned into a macabre reunion of sorts. It was also, consequently, how you ended up interested in the Phantom Troupe’s boss. For all of Kurapika’s righteous vitriol about the Phantom Troupe, you had a difficult time believing Chrollo Lucilfer and his merry band of spiders could and had committed such atrocities. 

Perhaps you would never know the depths of their malice, or the depths of their reasoning. All you knew is that Chrollo had captivated you from the start yet here you laid, being accused of fraternizing with another man when the only one on your mind was him. So, you hold your breath and say nothing, offering what you hoped was a blank stare to the only man you’ve ever had romantic feelings for. 

You only prayed you were right in your assumption and that he hadn’t found the truth of your secret. 

“You spend far too much time with another man when you belong to me. Do you understand, y/n? You’re mine and I don’t like when other people try and take what belongs to me.” So you were right and he didn’t know you were a Kurta, which perhaps made this situation worse. It’s on the tip of your tongue to utter the classic ‘It’s not what you think’ line, before thinking better of it. Even if it was in fact not what Chrollo thought at all, he wouldn’t believe you. You should’ve known better than to give into Kurapika’s desire to have a kinsman nearby, for him to feel like he wasn’t utterly alone in this world. Yet you couldn’t help it anymore than you could help your feelings for Chrollo, which is what had gotten you into this mess. 

Still, you can’t help but sigh at the absurdity of the situation. That makes Chrollo’s eyes narrow in suspicion and annoyance, but you took a little satisfaction in the fact you made his facade crack. Your arms grow slack in their bonds and you sag in relief but you cannot stop the patronizing smile that graces your face with your next words. 

“That’s my cousin and you could’ve just asked me. This,” you shook your arms for emphasis, feeling like a frantic little caterpillar underneath Chrollo. “Was entirely unnecessary.” Chrollo laughs incredulously, but his words are tinged with disbelief. “Oh, is that all he is to you? How silly of me,” he pauses here for dramatic effect, and you realize he’s not smiling at all. “Not to merely ask you if you were having an affair.” Your head tips to the side as you contemplate why his melodramatic act seemed to have rocketed up the crazy scale. This side of Chrollo was senseless, and for the first time you wonder if he’s truly acting. 

Or, you thought with growing trepidation, were you finally seeing a peek behind the curtain? 

“My dear,” Chrollo croons and he leans in close, too close to your face. You show Chrollo your cheek but he shucks your chin roughly and squeezes your jaw hard enough to elicit a small pained noise from you, annoyed that you would look away from him. Forcing you to look back up at him, he leans close enough for your lips to brush against one another.  

“I will get the truth from you, one way or another. We have all night, you see, and where we are now no one can hear you scream.” His voice dropped an octave, sounding almost excited for what was to come. Your heart drops into your stomach like a stone and you try to fight your bonds in earnest now but it’s useless as Chrollo presses a hard kiss to your lips before releasing your smarting chin. A smile blossoms upon his lips but it’s cold, as cold as the rumored Phantom Troupe leader himself. 

“Shall we begin?” 

[headcansxfanfictions]

FANFICTION Its 1:30 am so i wrote this out of no where

PG-13: talk of sexual themes but no sexual acts

TW: character worries about SA

Plot: Asexual Illumi finds himself having a heat unexpectedly after taking suppressants for too long. The closest safe place is Hisoka’s penthouse. Illumi just makes it in time.

PART 1

Hisoka was alarmed when Illumi Zoldyck showed up at his penthouse in full heat.

“Hisoka Im sorry I needed somewhere safe.” Illumi pants holding on to the door frame and shaking from trying to not to collapse.

Hisoka isn’t alarmed easily but right know Illumi seems 10 times more vulnerable then he has ever seen the man.

Illumi stumbles forward and Hisoka catches him. Illumi’s scent is amazing and Hisoka has to mentally slap himself.

Hisoka half caries Illumi to his bedroom. “I almost didn’t make it here,” Illumi starts to cry.

The sobs send chills through Hisoka, Illumi never cries he hardly ever shows emotion. That being said he has never seen Illumi in heat before so maybe this is normal for him?

Illumi is laid down on the bed and Hisoka sits next to him waiting for Illumi to say more.

“I-I almost didn’t make it. I could have died or worse, raped and left pregnant. Hisoka I was so scared. I almost didn’t get away.“ Hisoka hears Illumi’s deep voice break for the first time.

“Illumi you did make it though, you just stay here. You’ll be safe.” Maybe its his alpha instincts but Hisoka has a sudden strong urge to protect Illumi at all cost while he is in heat.

Despite his reputation for being promiscuous and constantly horny, at the age of 26 Hisoka is actually able to control his alpha very well. Yes, Illumi’s heat is effecting him but he respects Illumi enough to push that aside as much as he can.

“Illumi, I’ll be back in a moment I just need to go get some things. Is there anything medicine you usually take?”

“I don’t know,” Illumi’s breathing is ragged, “haven’t had a heat in years… suppressants.”

“You’re on suppressants? Was this heat expected?”

“No,” Illumi writhes struggle for words.

“Never mind we can talk later let me go get you somethings. I’ll be back as fast as I can.” With that Hisoka leaves the bedroom and heads swiftly for the kitchen. He takes two pill bottles from the cabinet and takes a pill from the first one; a suppressant of his own. He doesn’t usually take them but has them for emergencies like this to prevent him from going into rut. Then he gets a glass of water and a thermometer and heads back to Illumi.

Illumi looks worse than when he left. He is read hot and writhing trying desperately to hold himself back and maintain some dignity.

“Illumi here, something for the pain.” Hisoka helps Illumi take the pain medicine and drink some water.

“Thank you,” Illumi whispers through his ragged breathing.

Hisoka then used the forehead thermometer to check Illumi, 101.3F, he’ll be okay, Hisoka will watch it.

“Do you need anything else?” Hisoka asks then hesitantly adds, “I can help you if you want me to… I’m an alpha you know.”

“No,“ Illumi whispers immediately. “I-I dont like doing that.” Illumi cries harder.

“Hisoka I hate this.” Illumi feels scared and small, like being 17 again locked in his room having his first heat. Illumi doesn’t like to talk about it but he hates the idea of sex or anything sexual. It disgusts him. Heats are the only time he ever has sexual feeling and it is hell for him. This is why he always takes suppressants. He has only had 3 heats prior to this; once that first time at 17 again at 19 and again at 21. He was supposed to let himself have one every other year but last year it had been too difficult to make himself do it so against the advice of his doctor he had stayed on the pill illegally. He had been fine up until a couple hours ago when it had hit him like a freight train and he found himself far from home unable to protect himself.

“Okay okay, it was just an offer.” Hisoka watches Illumi curly up on his side, slick is wetting throw his pants.

“Wanna put something more comfortable on? Im gonna go grab some towels to put under you so you can stay clean.” Its unlike Hisoka to be this serious, especially about something that could warrant many sex jokes however the vulnerability Illumi is showing is enough of a shock to make him grow up for the time being.

Illumi hums is appreciation as Hisoka lays the bed with fresh towels and helps illumi into a nightgown. He leaves Illumi’s underwear on not wanting to make him feel unsafe.

Illumi finally falls asleep and Hisoka takes this opportunity to braid the man’s long raven hair so that it won’t be tangled with all the writhing and thrashing that will occur once he wakes.

[brokenquillpen]

Small scenario 📝:

Young Hisoka performing magic in front of people in the streets.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Take a good look!"

Hearing this, an intrigued young Illumi stepped in making his way discretely, looking at the strange boy performing.

Hisoka teared his cards into small pieces, gathering them all in his palms, taking a breath and closing his eyes, concentrating on his magic.

Illumi made his way to the first row, completely taken by curiosity, surely this boy couldn't do real magic could he?

Suddenly the boy threw the pieces in the air, creating a wall in front of him but they were flower petals.

How? Illumi's mind echoed as his eyes widened, as the equally shocked crowd gasped in awe.

Hisoka small hand grabbed a falling petal, putting his hand in a fist.

As the flower petals all fell on to the floor, the boy quickly made eye contact with Illumi, sending a shiver of suprise into the younger boy who straightened his back, his face changing into an intimating look.

Instead of turning away -like most people did- Hisoka smiled.

He pressed his fist against his lips, opening it dramatically, showing flower; a flower made of cards.

The crowd awed once again, clapping and cheering as Hisoka bowed and smiled, thanking everyone.

As the crowd dissipated, he made his way to Illumi.

"Wait!" He yelled out at Illumi who was leaving, making him turn around to face him.

"Here!" He smiled and held the flower out towards him. "For you!"

Illumi scanned him up and down, hesitating. He reached out, taking the flower carefully not saying a word.

Hisoka chuckled, finding the small boy giving him the most threatening look with such round eyes adorable.

Illumi looked at the flower then turned his back towards the strange boy, leaving him behind.

"See you soon!" The cheerful voice cried out behind him.

[ ~17 years later. ]

Illumi layed down in his bed, looking over the glass with a rose made of cards on his night stand.

Taking his phone out, he made himself confortable.

"Goodnight Hisoka." He texted.

"Goodnight my dear, see you soon ♥️" He smiled at his phone before putting it down.

[fluffygreenkoala]

KuroNeon Phantom Troupe member Neon AU with Neon joining the Spider after having done some personal growth and becoming a sort of of heart/moral compass for its members, putting them back in touch with their lowered humanity after all the years spent stealing and killing.

I genuinely believe that she, aside for her being spoiled due to lack of attention and true affection (Dalzollene excluded) IS a positive character placed in a cold and dreadful setting, a person capable of letting people see the bright side of things and aid them to pick up their pieces to sort them out and live again - and we can see this simply by looking at her ability, telling people's fortune and revealing their future without being able to predict HER OWN.

Sorry, I have to and want to push forward my "Neon is a positive character in an unfortunate position" agenda

[o7k5a8m9i]

🍭♡Sucker♡🍭 Hisomachi Oneshot ♠️

{~A Hisomachi Oneshot (In case you didn't know sometimes lollipops are referred to as "suckers" I'm using it (*the word Sucker*) in the sense of both lollipop and when you call someone a "sucker" basically saying that they're stupid or have been sucked in to something)🌸💖🃏🧵♠️ enjoy 🍭~}

(*Hisoka was walking around the phantom troupe hideout (*idk*) when he came across Machi she was licking something but what?*)

Hisoka: Hi Machi~♡

Machi: what do you want? (*clearly annoyed*)

Hisoka: I was wondering what you were eating^^~♢

Machi: nothing really... Shalnark gave me a few of these Suckers..why do you care!? (*still annoyed*)

[Also I made Shalnark give them out cuz that seems like something he'd do lol🍭💖]

Hisoka: oh I was just curious~♡

[As Hisoka looked at Machi he started to think... That SHE was in a way a sucker...(*It's about to get REALLY cringe so just a warning 😭👁️👁️*) Her pink hair as pink as the suckers. her blue eyes as appetizing as the sweet teste of the suckers. her personality in a way is similar. unlike other candy (*women*) that you could just eat fastly (*win over*) she was a slow thing you can't just eat a sucker he'd have to work at it lick it even if you get tired the sucker won't just let you eat it. to win you have to lick and lick and lick it's a battle and his gonna win✨🃏]

Machi: well I don't care..(*lifts her hand up a few suckers in it*)...

Hisoka: huh?~♢

Machi: want one?...(*blushs and looks away*) it doesn't matter to me!!! I was just wondering...

Hisoka: I'd love one~♡ (*Hisoka Smiles*)

[and so he took a lick of the sucker and his sucker girl💖]

(*Machi whispered under her breath*)

Machi: Sucker....(*blushs*)...///

(*Hisoka didn't care he'd win the war. the war of her Heart 🧵💖🃏*) ♤ ♡ ♢ ♧ ♤ ♡ ♢ ♧ ♤ ♡ ♢ ♧ ♤ ♡ ♢ ♧ ♤ ♡ ♢ ♧ ♤ ♡ ♢ ♧ Omg that was so damn cringe!!!😫🙏 forgive me 🍭💖✨🌸 I did kinda like the idea though 🌹♠️

Thanks for reading🧵🃏🌸🌹♠️

[thethousandyearwitch]

Dirty Nails / Awful Thoughts

!! A graphic, cannibalistic PariGing fic with Hunter/Prey Dynamics !!

“I’m full of surprises. What’re you up to?” “Enjoying the weather, taking a walk out of the office for once, maybe I’ll find a bench and read some new literature.” Pariston balanced the phone between his ear and shoulder as he opened the folder. “You?” “I’m hunting.”

Ging is an expert hunter, but confronted with Pariston, who does not pose easy prey, how far will he be pushed to prove himself? (AKA. I really wanted to write Hunter/Hunted Dynamics and Cannibalism)

Note: This Fic contains graphic descriptions of literally taking apart a guy and eating him, and also gay sex <3

AO3 LINK

[sweetguillermo]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Hunter X Hunter Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Hisoka/Illumi Zoldyck Additional Tags: Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Language, Enthusiastic Consent, Blood Kink, Light Dom/sub, Sadism, I mean with hisoka involved there's bound to be sadism, Blood and Violence, Mild Gore, Gratuitous Smut, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Emotional Sex, (as emotional as these two are capable of), Blood and sex, also having sex in a room full of blood, they both like blood what can I say????, Marriage proposal of sorts, Power Dynamics, fighting makes them horny ig, Sexual Tension, a lot of it, it gets resolved don't you worry, general assassin tomfoolery

Ambered eyes find Illumi the moment he enters the dining hall, flickering up as if on instinct. Hisoka has always been sensitive to the presence of Nen; Illumi’s Nen is all consuming, apparently, volatile and swarming under the surface, and he believes it, if the look in Hisoka’s eyes when he nears is anything to go by.

Have you ever seen an outbreak of locusts, Hisoka had asked him, when they were both still teenagers. A long time ago; Illumi remembers it well, remembers how reluctant he’d been to engage with Hisoka, the elastic pull of allure he’d felt despite the annoying set of his bubblegum pink lips. That’s what your Nen looks like. To an outsider, at least. Don’t give me that look. I mean it as a compliment. I like it.

The memory makes his jaw twitch. Hisoka grins, sharp white teeth proudly displayed; he can detect Illumi’s discomfort like a shark scenting blood. “Illu,” he croons. “I was starting to worry that you weren’t going to show.”

[manias-wordcount]

Can you do Illumi cockwarming his heavily pregnant wife while they ‘discuss’ baby names?

Baby Love (Illumi Zoldyck x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗶 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝗯𝗼𝘅 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗛𝗔𝗛𝗔𝗛𝗔𝗛 𝗯𝗿𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗼 𝗲𝘅𝗰𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗱. 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗼 𝗽𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗳𝘂𝗹. 𝗜'𝗺 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗮𝗻 𝗶𝗹𝗹𝘂𝗺𝗶 𝗳𝗮𝗻 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗜'𝗺 𝗼𝗯𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚 !! 𝘃𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗰𝗼𝗰𝗸𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

All around you, you can’t help but feel it. You can’t help but feel his warmth.

  “How about the name Silva?” Illumi’s voice is almost painfully quiet as he delivers another question to you from behind. In the meantime, his hand moves from your waist to slide over your stomach- your very swollen stomach. “What do you think about that one?”

  Your face twists up in a pout as you try to turn your head to look at your husband. But you’re quickly distracted by the feeling of his hand spreading across your belly, pressing ever so lightly on your stomach. It’s far from enough pressure to cause you any sort of discomfort. In fact, it’s just enough to pull your gaze back to his hand as his thumb starts to rub small, small circles into your skin. 

  At the same time, his other hand gets to work in the shadows. It slips below your parted legs as your sit prettily in his lap. You hardly even notice it at first when he makes a grab for the meat of your thigh- squeezing it gently before moving your leg to ensure that you’re spreading out even further for him. It causes you to lean back into his chest with a sharp breath. And of course, he’s ready for that too as his body oh-so subtly followed behind you with a roll of his hips. Effectively sheathing and trapping his hard cock inside of your pussy once more.

  Licking your lips, you let out another sigh, content with the feeling of being so full. It’s a good feeling. A great feeling, even. Still being able to sit in his lap and take all of him despite how far along you are in your pregnancy. Admittedly you had your fears in the beginning. You thought imagined so many awful scenarios in your head. Of him wanting to leave once he found out you were pregnant. Him wanting nothing to do with you once he saw your body change. But those horrible thoughts had been chased away ever since you told him the big news. Those horrible thoughts of yours have nothing on the way Illumi presses a kiss to your temple every time his hand smoothes over your bump.

  Still, despite his seemly good intentions, you know his aim right now. You know exactly why he’s doing this. Why he’s making you feel so incredibly soft and adored and cared for right now. And it all has to do with the name he just pitched.

  And unfortunately for you, it’s working.

  “Silva?” You ask, your eyebrows drawing together as your own hand raises up to place itself on top of the one Illumi has settled on your stomach. It’s mesmerizing watching the hands of a skilled assassin take on such an innocent activity with such grace. If you knew nothing about your husband or his family, you would have absolutely no idea that the man who was currently plugging up your fluttering walls was a trained killer. No idea at all. “Isn’t that…your father’s name?”

  “It is.” He answers you simply. It’s accented with him leaning forward ever so slightly and turning his head. The kiss he places on your cheek is light. Sweet. Cute, even. It’s hard to think about cute when even his slightest movements the dick buried inside of your stirring up your insides. He chuckles as you give out a pleasure-filled cry, as if he finds your oversensitive body more amusing than anything else in the world. But you have no desire to be mad at him. Not when he’s been so, so, so good to you and the little one inside of you all this time. “It’s a good name though. Powerful name for a boy.”

  “Right…” You murmur, a small smile spreading across your lips as the hand on your thigh starts to squeeze and massage your skin once more. Your eyes couldn’t help but follow his arm, watching as the muscles of his toned bicep rippled and moved as you played with your soft body. It’s an old habit of his. Putting his hands on every single part of your body during every single moment the two of you were together. And you would be lying if you said you hated it. Just like you’d be lying if you said that what he was doing right now wasn’t making you melt even further into his awaiting arms “...any other ideas, Illumi?”

  “No.” He saws almost immediately with another kiss on your cheek. “Just the one.”

  At that, a giggle escapes you. His admiration for his family is… well, admirable. Of course, you always had some other ideas besides naming your baby Silva but you figured that be a conversation for another time. A time when you weren’t so distracted and when Illumi wasn’t so distracting. Besides, you had another question you wanted to ask him. One that was just sitting on the tip of your tongue, waiting for its chance to escape.

  “And…what about if it’s a girl?” You ask quietly, gently patting the hand he has on your stomach with one of your own. This time you do succeed in turning your head to look at him, curious about what he would have to say about that question. “Have any ideas for a girl? Or…would you are you thinking of naming her Kikyo?”

  Like with most of your jokes, your husband doesn’t react very visibly despite the teasing lilt your voice takes on. But this time, there’s a change. A change you don’t think you’ve noticed before as he goes completely silent and his expression turns thoughtful. Yet he doesn’t ever stop looking at you as his thumb draws its circles and circles into your skin. And you? You never falter from his gaze. You never look away from his eyes. You never shy away from his smiles. Not anymore at least. 

  Because you know who he is. Despite his background. Despite his skills. Despite his job. His flaws. His character. His family. Despite everything. You know who he is. But you don’t run. You don’t hide. No, you just melt and melt and melt into his embrace. You let his hands play with your body. You let his lips touch your skin.

  “No…she wouldn’t be named after my mother. Our daughter would have to have a different name.”

   Because around you feel it.

  “She would have to have a name as prettier as I know she would be…”

  You can’t help but feel his warmth.

  “...a name as pretty as her mother is.”

[therantingfangirl]

There's no way to come up with a nickname based on my username...trust me, we've tried. Just call me Kenna!

Requests are opening soon! I will write NSFW and SFW. I live and breathe angst, and I absolutely love fluff when I'm in the right mood for it. When my requests open, I will write a new posts with rules and more information regarding what I will be writing.

AO3 | Masterlist | Rules

My OC:

Kurono Uzumaki Daiki Kazama Mamorou Kazama

Kinktober 2021 (I hate to admit that I'm still working on these)

Fandoms I write for:

Naruto Fruits Basket Tokyo Revengers Hunter x Hunter

Anime I love, in no particular order:

Naruto, Hunter x Hunter, Tokyo Revengers, Assassination Classroom, Fruits Basket, Bleach, Attack on Titan, My Hero Academia, Demon Slayer, Jujutsu Kaisen, Violet Evergarden

Other nerdy things I love:

Fantasy books, greek mythology (especially Medusa, Persephone, and Hades), Iron Man, Hawkeye, Batman, Jason Todd, Harley Quinn, Lord of the Rings, Game of Thrones

Not-so-nerdy-things I love:

Dogs, rock music, punk music, the color black, tattoos, piercings, colored hair, baking, cooking, fluffy blankets, and travelling

My favorite characters that I would love to write for:

Naruto—Kankuro, Itachi, Deidara, Kisame, Konan, Obito, Hidan, Kakuzu, Sasori, Gaara, Temari, Genma, Kiba, Kakashi, Anko, Ino, Madara, Shikamaru, Shino (@justmyownreality is completely to blame for that one), and Suigetsu Fruits Basket—Hatsuharu, Kyo, Yuki, Shigure, and Hatori Tokyo Revengers—Draken, Mitsuya, Mikey, Baji, Kazutora, and Chifuyu Hunter x Hunter—Chrollo, Illumi, and Hisoka

Characters I won't write for:

Naruto—Sasuke, Danzo, Hanzo, Karin, and Hiruzen Fruits Basket—Kisa and Hiro Hunter x Hunter—I will write for Gon and Killua, but NOT if it's smut

Things I won't write about:

incest, pedophilia, rape, sexual assault of any kind, defecation, and piss

Please, be aware of the potential for spoilers for anything that I fangirl over. I will tag spoilers, but I cannot guarantee that you will not see any in a fic that I post!

I am a 25-year-old, bisexual, cis white woman. I try my best at writing things for a diverse audience, but I may not be able to fully expound upon certain experiences. Feel free to ask for authors that may be able to fit what you're looking for better, and I will do my best to find you one! My reader-inserts are female, but I do not include ANY descriptions. I can write gender neutral, if it is requested. I'd prefer not to write the reader as male, since that is not what I am familiar with.

Minors and ageless blogs, do not interact with any NSFW posts. I do not solely post NSFW so this space isn't necessary unwelcome, but it is present and you should proceed with caution.

This post is subject to change as time passes.

I do not give permission to anyone to copy any of my information or writing for themselves.

I love to rant and talk about the things I love, so feel free to talk to me about them, either anon or not!

Beautiful avatar by my ride or die, love of my life, and would be my bride if she hadn’t found herself a husband: @mortyvongola2-0

[headcansxfanfictions]

Hisoka & Illumi Drunk Fic PART #3

TW: SA❗️⚠️non-consensual sexual contact ⚠️

AN: Nothing sexually graphic though. This will be posted on my AO3 with the previous chapters.

At some point the Hisoka realized that housekeeping would be by soon and they should dip before they are found with a dead body in the bathroom. An hour of travel later the pair are stumbling into Hisoka’s rather luxurious apartment at the top of Heaven’s arena. Being a floor master has its perks.

Somewhere along the lines Illumi went from drinking only for the game, to nursing a bottle of wine like a 40 year old going through a divorce. Hisoka had sobered up quite a lot by now but Illumi was waisted. So Hisoka stumbled towards his bedroom, half carrying an ill looking Illumi. Illumi had insisted on walking even tho it would have been easier for Hisoka to just full on cary him. Illumi tipped the last of the bottle down his throat before dropping the empty bottle unceremoniously on the carpet of Hisoka’s bedroom.

“Tsk Illumi your gonna stain my rug,” Hisoka shoves Illumi onto his light pink bed spread.

“Nggh,” is all Illumi can say. His brain feels like mush and his parent’s words about never letting down your guard are ringing in his ears. But for the first time In forever he ignores those voices. Its so cozy here and the mush of his brain feels fuzzy and warm. Drunken thoughts float through his mind and they aren’t exactly happy thoughts. Though he feels cozy and warm he also feels a pain of sorrow in his chest. For the first time in a long time Illumi lets his guard down. Its scares Illumi to know how defenseless he is right now but he can’t find the energy to care.

Illumi looks so pretty. Flawless black hair draped across the bed. Deep dark eyes framed with beautiful lashes. Lips parted and dainty. Illumi is a beauty and Hisoka wants him all for himself.

Illumi forgets where he is as increasingly emotional thoughts swirling in his mind. He isn’t really there, he is in his own world away from anyone else.

Suddenly Hisoka is ontop, and Illumi can’t move. Lips and teeth attacking Illumi’s neck. Hands are fumbling at his hips, trying to slip beneath his shirt. Hips grinding into his thigh. And Illumi can’t move. His head is spinning trying to understand the situation. Is this something bad? Does Illumi need to protect himself? Why is he hesitating to attack Hisoka? Hisoka isn’t hurting him. But then why is Illumi panicking? Why does he want to scream? Why can’t he make a sound? Why does this feel so wrong? Why is it that for the first time in years, Illumi feels tears welling in his eyes.

Hisoka has thrown caution to the wind and decided to go for what he wants. If Illumi really doesn’t want this, he is strong enough to stop it, Hisoka reasons.

Illumi has been completely unresponsive. After a few minutes of making out with Illumi’s limp body Hisoka gets annoyed, he’s never been one for pillow princesses. Hisoka lifts off Illumi to see his face, intending to scold the pretty man for being such a lousy toy. But it is in that moment that Hisoka realizes something is very wrong. Illumi’s is motionless, dead eyes wide and unfocused, lips limply parted in a silent scream. Illumi’s whole déminer is wrong. But what scares Hisoka most are the tears that have started flowing down Illumi’s temples.

“Illumi?”, Hisoka asks hesitantly. Oh fuck, he had underestimated how defenseless Illumi had been. It was clear Illumi hadn’t enjoyed any of that. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

It takes a moment for Illumi to realises that Hisoka’s weight is no longer pinning him down. His vision had gone dark sometime in the past few minutes and is coming back, slowly, fuzzy. Illumi lays motionless trying to process what the fuck just happened.

“H-Hisoka?” Illumi stutters. “Whats happening.” Dirty, Illumi feels dirty.

“Hisoka, Hisoka”, Illumi slurs. He can still feel the ghost of Hisoka’s invasions.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m here Illumi, its just me.” Hisoka breaths a sigh of relief. To soon.

“You are strange Hisoka… you have sex just to feel good.” And with that Illumi moves for the first time. Tears streaming, expression unreadable, he curls up on his side hiding his now exposed chest, and promptly falls asleep.

“Fuck” Hisoka groans. He knows he messed up really fucking bad and he knows he hurt Illumi. What scares him most is the innocence in Illumi’s words. They didn’t sound like the words of a grown man, drunk or otherwise.

Hisoka hopes Illumi was too drunk to remember.

That night Illumi learns that there is a type of torture he was not trained to cope with.

And Hisoka learned that a lack of ‘No’ doesn’t mean a ‘Yes’.

AN PLEASE READ: Hisoka reasons that Illumi would have been able to stop him. This is a dangerous way to think. Research shows many Sexual Assaults happen with the victim completely silent and/or showing no signs of a fight. This is especially true with neurodivergent people and/or those with cognitive or physical disabilities. Lack of a struggle does NOT mean consent. Consent should always be freely given, clear, and eager.

[brokenquillpen]

Finally!!

I posted the intro to my new fic named "Alone Together"!

⚠️ very angsty and trauma heavy⚠️

Hope you'll love it!!💕

[duckymcdoorknob]

Did I waste two days writing this?

Yes.

Do I regret it?

No

This is a big fat fuckin hurt comfort fic I wrote for gon ❤️ enjoi

[fluffygreenkoala]

AU in which Neon doesn't die but upon realizing her father doesn't actually love her and with Dalzollene and her bodyguards deceased/resigned, she leaves him and moves to another city, does some work and nen training, along with beginning to share her true self that she can display not having to throw tantrums to gain people's attention anymore (a weapon she had to use as her father never gave her affection and the only other relationships she had due to his controlling were her defenders), that of a smart and capable young woman who, even having lived in a place (the Nostrade mansion) void of love and a world were cruelty is more common than pity and empathy, maintains a solar and well meaning personality (as we saw with Eliza's breakdown and when telling Chrollo that her prediction was meant to console him, the living, implicitly letting him know that the deceased live on in the memories of the living, and thus that Uvo was alright.)

She intensifies her defensive abilities through martial arts and, having months passed, tries the Hunter Exam to obtain a license and passes it.

After some time traveling the countries to see the world she was kept away from her entire life, she hears of Ryuuseigai/Meteor City, this decaying inhabited place were people either kill or get killed, and decides to go there to thicken her skin and do some experience as a rookie hunter.

Needless to say, there she meets the Phantom Troupe, which is indifferent to her initially.

Neon starts cleaning the city, always wearing labour clothes to protect herself from toxic elements and dangerous things, and bit by bit, some people start helping and the large landfill disappears. Having saved up a bit from her previous jobs, she uses a large amount of them to better the city, implementing a clean aqueduct, a coin, building a hospital and slowly, slowly, the former inhabited landfill transforms into a full fledged city, complete with access to instruction and healthcare/defense mechanisms, with people actually able to get legal jobs within their place of origin.

During these massive renovations Chrollo and the spiders actually get close with her, and start to really look at her and trying to understand her (and then other people), not necessarily becoming good people but starting to wonder "Is my way really the only way."

Neon is energetic, helpful and a people magnet (she's an ESFP after all), and that balances Chrollo's "moon person" identify with his seriousness, methodical ways and more reserved behavior. They eventually get together (he's the one to ask her as she thinks she was imagining things due to thirst when she caught him looking at her). Following this, the spiders become her self appointed (but also on Chrollo's request) bodyguards and elongated family, creating a nice bond with each of them.

For the men, she's a curious and naive woman, but even they recognize that her good impact is undeniable.

For Pakunoda, Machi e Shizuku she's someone they're meant to protect (even if she can better protect herself now having undergone training, but she lacks the malice of wanting to hurt/eliminate her enemy) as well as a little sister.

My headcanon is that since Lovely Ghostwriter is, at the end of the day, an altruistic ability that allows people to know of their future (and Neon CAN'T predict her own), she would open up a seamstress' shop and make clothes for the people, asking for food in the equivalent exchange of her work and materials, this becoming a well received member of the community (I think that having nothing to do while growing up aside for writing people's fortune she had to find something to keep herself occupied with aside for her collecting hobby, and so she took up sewing and knitting to make her own clothes).

[pinktormaline]