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uvobreakmylegs · 1 year

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With Greatest Care

Paku my queen❤️

Warnings: manipulation, isolation, mentions of death, brief mention of gore

Word count: 6.4k

A splitting headache in your skull was the first thing you were aware of when you awoke that morning, originating from your forehead and pulsating through your head. When you realized what was happening you groaned and buried your face into your pillow, like that would help in the slightest. This scenario wasn't uncommon, unfortunately.

Although it hadn't been happening quite as often recently, not even a year ago you were waking up to these sorts of migraines almost every other day. It usually meant that you needed to stay in bed for most of the morning as moving around too much would make you feel sick to your stomach and only make your miserable state even worse. As you had been through this many times by now, you knew that having a few painkillers and taking it slow in the morning, you’d be feeling better by afternoon at the latest.

But knowing that this would last for a few hours didn't make you feel any better in that moment. Especially since you and your girlfriend had plans today.

“Paku,” you moaned weakly, “I'm not feeling too....”

You trailed off as you pulled up from the pillow and found the spot next to you on the bed to be empty. Pakunoda was already up. You should have expected that. She got up early in general and would usually let you sleep in to a certain point.

You weren't excited to tell her about this. It brought back memories of when this had started, when you were only a few months into the relationship. So many days where you had woken up feeling like hell and poor Paku ended up being more like a caretaker than a girlfriend, and it made you feel bad that she would work so hard to take care of you and you weren't able to do anything in return.

As much as you felt you should get up so you could tell Paku about your condition, you stopped yourself. The last time this had happened and you went to tell her, you ended up getting up too fast and threw up on the sheets. Pakunoda needed to clean it up and you had never felt more like a burden than you did in that moment.

And as you checked the time, it was getting close to when Paku would come in and get you up if you hadn't done so yourself by then. Better to just wait for her to check on you instead of possibly making another mess that she'd be forced to take care of.

Just as expected, a few minutes went by and you heard the turn of the knob, the bedroom door swinging open and Paku saying your name as she checked if you were awake.

One glance over to her was all she needed to know what was going on.

“Oh no,” she said, “is it happening again?”

You weakly nodded.

“I'm sorry,” you said.

“Why are you apologizing?” Pakunoda asked.

She left the doorway, crossing over to the bed so she could sit next to you. Her hand went to your head and she began to stroke your hair.

“You can't help that you aren't well,” she added, “you'll get through this just like all the other times.”

“I hope so.”

Her hand was still on your head, still petting you. It didn't help with the headache in the slightest, but it helped to make you feel a little bit better.

“I feel like you end up taking care of me a lot,” you said.

“Well, that's part of the deal, isn't it? You don't feel well, so I take care of you. You'd do the same if I was in your position, right?”

“Yeah, but I've never seen you get sick or anything. I think you're the healthiest person I've ever met.”

“You make that sound like a bad thing,” said Paku.

“Because I feel bad that you're the one always taking care of me and I never do anything in return.”

Paku laughed a little at that.

“Now you're just being silly,” she said.

The hand stroking your hair stopped so she could rest it on your shoulder as she continued with “I'll get you a glass of water and some pain pills, and after that how about we see if you can stomach some breakfast.”

You nodded.

After giving you the pills that you washed down quickly, Pakunoda left the bedroom so she could whip up some breakfast for you.

You were able to eat half of it, and after that Paku insisted that you stay in bed and rest up.

Same as usual.

Not long after she left the bedroom, you noted that you could hear her voice. Was she talking to someone on the phone? That seemed most likely as you didn't hear any other voice aside from hers.

…. Was she complaining about you to someone?

You immediately wanted to slap yourself for thinking that. Paku wasn't like that. You knew that she cared about you and she wouldn't have stayed with you through everything if that wasn't the case.

Other people had talked about you behind your back. But Pakunoda wasn't like them.

Waiting for the painkillers to kick in, you tried to do as Paku had said and get some rest, but it would probably take a while before the aching in your head subsided enough to allow you to sleep. Until then, you were left to stare at the ceiling while you heard the sounds of movement coming from the other parts of the house.

Hearing Paku taking care of things around the house while you lay in bed brought back those feelings of uselessness. No, you couldn't help that you were sick, but no matter how much that point was brought up, you still felt badly for it.

And what made it worse was that you were planning on doing something with Paku today.

A cute looking restaurant had opened in the area recently, and after looking over their menu and the positive reviews, you wanted to take Paku there with you for a date, which she had happily agreed to. She had also made a request that the two of you stop by a makeup shop that she liked so she could get new lipstick, and since the makeup shop was close by to the new restaurant, it seemed like a good plan. The two of you were going to go out, get lunch, go look at makeup, possibly do a little more shopping and maybe get dessert after.

You'd been looking forward to that.

But now you were sick, so it was canceled.

And it once again reminded you of the things that had happened when you first started getting sick like this; a lot of canceled dates and days spent at home. Sometimes the two of you would watch movies or tv shows together if your headache was a bit more mild, usually resting your head on Paku's lap while you watched the screen. Little things like that made those days better, but you hated how sickly it made you feel.

Paku was so good to you, and all you'd been during that time was useless and sickly.

Please please please don't let that start again

Pakunoda got a sense of how you were feeling when she reentered the room to check on you, as she found you looking up at the ceiling with a depressed look on your face. She frowned when she saw you like that.

You looked over to her when she joined you on the bed, laying down next to you.

“Don't be so sad,” she told you, “we can go on our date another day.”

“It's not that – well, not just that.”

Pakunoda stayed quiet as you continued.

“I'm just scared it'll start up again,” you said, “I don't want to be in pain in the morning for no reason and spend hours at the hospital only to have the doctors tell me that it's 'probably' just stress.”

“That won't happen,” she reassured you, “this is just a one-off thing.”

“You're sure?” you asked.

“Positive.”

She reached over to pet your hair, her fingers going through the strands as she caressed you.

“.... Are you okay?” you asked.

Paku brushed some of the hair out of your face, her fingertips on your forehead as she replied with “what makes you ask?”

“You seem a bit sad,” you answered.

The edges of her lips turned upward in a small smile as she said “I don't think anyone can be all that happy when someone they care about isn't feeling well.”

“I need to hurry and get better, then,” you said, “I don't like it when you're sad.”

She chuckled a little before saying “just don't push yourself.”

Pakunoda moved in closer so she could wrap an arm around you, kissing your forehead before she told you to rest up. When exactly you fell back into sleep, you weren't sure, but you remembered that she was still laying next to you when you did.

A light shaking of your shoulder and a voice that softly called your name brought you out of sleep, and you found Pakunoda standing over you and dressed like she was going to go out.

“Something unexpected came up and I need to take care of some things. Will you be okay if I leave?” she asked.

You nodded.

“I'll be fine. Go do what you need to.”

“Alright. But before I leave, I want you to promise me something.”

“Yeah?”

“Promise me that you won't do anything stupid while I'm gone.”

“... What exactly counts as stupid in this situation?” you asked.

“Getting up and walking around when you're still feeling nauseous,” said Paku, “if you don't feel well, then I want you to take it easy. And definitely don't go outside.”

“I don't think I'm that sick, Paku,” you said.

“Do I need to remind you what happened last time?”

“.... No.”

“Then just promise that you won't push yourself and that you'll stay in.”

“Okay. I promise.”

Pakunoda smiled once you said that, and leaned down to place a kiss on your forehead.

“I'll be back.”

You said your goodbyes as Paku left the bedroom, and a short while later you heard as she left through the front door, the lock clicking shut after her.

Your migraine didn't feel quite as intense as it had when you first woke up, but you were still very far from feeling like you were okay. Doing as Paku had said, you put your focus on getting rest in the hopes that the migraine would go away while you slept.

Do as Paku told you and take it easy so you can get better.

And pray to whatever god might be listening that the trend of having almost daily migraines doesn't start up again. You hoped that Paku was right in it being a one-off thing.

Despite how easy it was to lose yourself in your worries, you did get back to sleep for a bit, periodically waking up for brief moments while the pain in your head slowly lessened.

All you really remembered in those moments was that Paku didn't seem to be back yet, still out doing whatever errand of hers had popped up while you were still alone. After realizing that, you would drift off again, not taking note of anything else.

Except one thing.

In the midst of your dozing, you were vaguely aware of the doorbell ringing, and after a moment of silence, someone knocking at the door. Whoever was at the door definitely tried more than once to get someone to come open it, but you couldn't say how long it lasted before they gave up. With the haze that your mind was in during that instance, you were able to do little else besides acknowledge the fact that someone had rung the doorbell before you ended up drifting back into a longer and deeper sleep.

It was late afternoon when you woke up, judging by the color of the sky that you could see through the window.

You felt a lot better. The pain in your head was gone, and though you felt a bit dizzy when you sat up, other than that you were fine.

Figuring that it was probably safe for you to do, you got out of bed and headed to the kitchen just to stretch your legs as well as grab a glass of water. Pakunoda likely would've wanted you to stay in bed a bit longer if she was here. You remembered the promise you'd made, that you wouldn't push yourself. And you weren't. While you were moving at a slower pace, you still felt okay, so there was no way to say that this was you pushing yourself.

After setting the glass down, you walked about the house a bit, eager to move about after spending such a long time laying down. As you walked, you wondered when Paku would be back. Did she say what time it would be? …. No, she just said she'd be back. It felt safe to assume that she'd be back before evening, so most likely at some point soon. Unless something else came up, in which case you needed to check your phone in case you had any messages.

You were about to head back to the bedroom when you glanced at the front door as you passed by, and you remembered that moment when you'd been in bed and you thought you heard the doorbell. Had that actually happened, or did you just imagine it? Tough to say, but now you were distracted from your goal of getting your phone from the bedroom as you went for the door, curious to see if there was any sign of someone having been there earlier.

If someone really had been there, you couldn't tell, as when you opened the door just enough to poke your head out, the front steps that lead to the walkway looked just as they normally did.

Seeing that wasn't surprising in the slightest, and you weren't sure what exactly you'd been expecting.

You were going to shut the door and head back to the bedroom when you caught sight of one of your neighbors across the way heading out to his mailbox. When he pulled out a stack of letters, you looked to the one in front of your house. Paku hadn't gone out too early, but it seemed unlikely that the mail had been delivered before she left. The mail carrier had recently been delivering a lot later in the day than you were used to.

You found yourself going back into the bedroom, grabbing a hoodie and a long pair of pants so you didn't look as much of a mess when you went outside. It wasn't like you ever got anything too important in the mail aside from bills, the rest of it usually being junkmail. But you were feeling a lot better, and although it was minor, grabbing the mail was something you could do so Pakunoda had at least one less thing to worry about.

The fresh air was nice, you noted when you first stepped out, and although you walked a bit slower than you normally did, you managed to make it down to the mailbox without issue. As expected, all you found was junkmail, and as you closed the box back up, you looked at your surroundings briefly. The only person you could see was a man on the other side of the street who was getting out of a parked car; not a guy you knew, so presumably a guest of one of your neighbors. And as for them, none of your neighbors seemed to be out at the moment. Probably a good thing; you didn't know that you were in the mood for a conversation at the moment.

With your goal accomplished and nothing to keep you outside, you made your way back to the front door.

“Have you had time to think about what I told you?”

A man's voice called out from behind you, and instinct had you turning around. The man from the car was now approaching you. He was older, maybe in his fifties, if you were to guess. The unkempt beard was what stood out most about him, but as you looked closer at the suit he was wearing seemed a bit ratty. The color of the suit wasn't too appealing either.

Although considering the messy state of your hair and the fact that you were the one wearing a hoodie and a loose pair of pants over your sleeping clothes, you probably didn't have much of a leg to stand on when it came to judging other people's appearances.

He stopped when he reached you, and gave you a pointed look as he asked “well?”

… What?

“.... I'm sorry?” you asked, your confusion evident.

“What we talked about yesterday; have you thought on it?” he asked.

“Talked yesterday?” you repeated, even more confused as you continued with “sir, I've never spoken to you before.”

Now he was the one who looked confused.

“You're kidding me, right? We spoke for half an hour yesterday,” he said.

What?

“No.... No we didn't,” you said, shaking your head.

“We did,” he insisted. His eyebrows were furrowed, like he was starting to get frustrated.

Did you have the strength to be able to run back into the house if this guy got mad enough at you? And were you jumping way too far ahead and assuming the absolute worst about this guy? Maybe, but seeing as you'd never seen him before and didn't know anything about him, it might be better to err on the side of caution. You didn't want to end up injured or worse because you stupidly thought that some stranger wasn't a threat to you.

“I really don't think we did,” you replied, taking a small step back.

“I told you, we spoke for half an hour,” he said, taking a step forward as he continued “we talked about your girlfriend and the lies she's fed you. We also talked about how your family wants to see you again. They're going sick with worry over you and all they want is for you to come back home.”

You went quiet after he said that, things falling into place in your mind once he mentioned your family.

“.... Did they hire you to come here?” you asked.

“That's not important.”

“That's a 'yes',” you said, sighing after.

So this was what they were resorting to now, huh?

After a moment, you answered firmly “my family doesn't care about me. They haven't cared for a long time, and I doubt that's changed.”

“Goddammit, you said the same thing yesterday,” he said, “they're paying me to find you because they want you to come back! I told you, they're worried about you.”

“No, they're not. Those people aren't capable of compassion; all they do is use others. So if they want me back, all it means is that they want something from me,” you said, “and whatever it is that they want me for, I don't want any part of it. So go back and tell them to stop wasting their time. I don't need them and I don't want to see any of them again.”

He was looking at you in disbelief now.

“You said the same thing yesterday,” he said.

“I didn't speak to you yesterday,” you reiterated.

“You did,” he insisted.

Then he added “your family was right; the amount of control she has over you is terrifying.”

The implication that Paku was controlling you made you upset as you replied with a defensive “Pakunoda isn't controlling me. She hasn't done anything except give me a happier life.”

He scoffed then.

“That bitch really has you wrapped around her finger, huh.”

Anger swelled in your chest upon hearing him talk about Paku in that way.

You'd had enough.

“Leave,” you said.

“Let me show you something.”

“Whatever it is I don't want to see it. Go away.”

“So you're not even going to think about what I've said?”

“What's there to think about? You've harassed me, admitted to being paid by my asshole family to hunt me down, and now you've insulted my girlfriend. Say what you want about me, but don't talk about Paku like that,” you said.

“Just look at-”

“No! Get the fuck away from here and don't come back. I don't want to see you ever again,” you spat.

You turned and headed back to the house, ignoring everything else he said while he called for you to hear him out, locking the door after yourself before you leaned back against it, trying to steady your breathing and calm down.

Emotions were building in you with a strong desire to punch something in an effort to vent out some of your feelings.

Of all the things they were resorting to now, this? Hiring someone to find you? So what, you could go back to the unhappy life you'd had with them?

No doubt that guy had his head filled with stories about Paku that your family had told him, making her out to be some terrible person who was manipulating you. That was what they'd tried to make you believe, and had been a major factor in you cutting them off. That, and a pile of resentment over the years that had been building up slowly before the dam finally broke.

You weren't going back to them.

Placing the mail on a small table next to the door, you found that you felt incredibly tired again as the adrenaline from the encounter began to wear down. Although you had been feeling better, getting worked up like that hadn't done you any favors.

Once more making your way to the bedroom, you collapsed on the bed, managing to pull the sheets over yourself before you closed your eyes again.

She wasn't happy with you.

You could tell when you woke up next and found Pakunoda in the bedroom with you, frowning when she saw that you were awake. Once you saw that look on her face, you immediately felt guilt wash over you.

“You told me you would stay in bed,” she said, holding the junkmail you had collected earlier, proof that you had been up and about. It was clear that she was disappointed with you.

“I'm sorry,” you began, “I wasn't feeling as bad so I wanted to help out a little.”

“I understand that, but you also promised me that you wouldn't go out.”

….. Ah. That had been something she'd told you. And you had promised that you wouldn't do that.

You really managed to forget that?

“I'm sorry, Paku,” you said. You stayed quiet after, worried that if you said anything else it'd come off like you were trying to make excuses.

After a moment, she let out a soft sigh.

“I don't have it in me to stay upset with you,” she said, placing the mail on the end table as she continued with “at least nothing happened.”

The second she said that, you remembered the incident with the man from earlier. Seeing Paku being disappointed in you had caused you to not think of it immediately, but now that you had, you felt yourself tensing up.

You needed to tell her.

Pakunoda clearly noticed your reaction as she asked “what's wrong?”

“..... My family hired a guy to hunt me down and take me back to them,” you said.

She blinked at that.

It probably wasn't the best move to just blurt it out like that, and you explained “he came here and spoke to me when I was outside. I think he was trying to make me leave with him.”

“He was saying awful things about you,” you added.

Pakunoda looked even more unhappy than she had been when you first woke up, frowning as she sat down next to you and took your hand in hers.

“Start from the beginning. What happened?” she asked. Her voice was calm, and the feeling of her hand holding yours made you feel a little bit better.

“I went out to get the mail,” you began, “and when I was going back inside he came up to me. And – it was weird. He was acting like we'd talked before. He even said that we'd spoken to each other yesterday. But that didn't happen, and I told him that it didn't happen, but he kept saying that we did. Then he mentioned my family.”

“He admitted that your family had hired him?” Paku asked.

“Yeah. At first he said that it wasn't important, but he did eventually admit it,” you answered, “but he kept going on about how we had spoken yesterday, but I stopped talking to him when he insulted you. I told him not to come back but if he's being paid to harass us, I kinda doubt he'll listen to me.”

A terrifying thought came to mind, and you squeezed her hand as you asked “do you think he's a Hunter? If he is, he can get away with taking people by force, right? What if he takes me when you go out again? If that happens, what can-”

Pakunoda shushed you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as she held you close.

“If he was a Hunter, I don't think he would've bothered speaking with you first,” she began, “based off what you've said, it sounds like he's some sort of private investigator and he was trying to make you go back willingly. The amount of trouble he'd get into for kidnapping someone wouldn't be worth it, so don't worry about that.”

You nodded. As usual, she was much better at keeping a clear head on her shoulders.

“As for your family, while this is new for them, I can't say it's entirely unexpected,” she continued, “all we can do about them is hope they give up on you eventually.”

“.... Do you think he's told them where we live?” you asked.

“Possibly,” Paku said, “but the good thing about being in a completely different country is that it won't be so easy for them to show up unexpectedly. Not without spending a lot of jenny on air travel.”

“Yeah. But still, maybe we should think about moving in case they do decide to come here,” you said, “I don't want to see them screaming at you again.”

“I know. And I don't want them anywhere near you.”

She pulled away slightly, putting both of her hands on your upper arms and squeezing lightly to calm you further.

Paku continued with “we don't need to go with the nuclear option right away. We can keep an eye out for anyone who looks like they're watching us and deal with them if we run into them. And if your family does show up, they can't make you go back with them. You're allowed to make your own decisions. They can't make you do anything.”

Then she kissed you before she hugged you, saying “everything will be okay.”

Despite how uncertain you felt in that moment, you nodded as you hugged her back. The idea of possibly being confronted by them again was scary, but at least you knew Paku would be with you if that were to happen.

“I really am sorry, Paku,” you said after a moment, “I hate being a burden on you.”

“You aren't.”

Pakunoda pulled away, cupping your cheek with her hand as she smiled at you.

“Everything will be fine,” she said, “and we'll always be together, right?”

You smiled back as you said “right.”

Paku glanced over to the largely darkened skies that were visible through the bedroom windows.

“We should start on dinner. You haven't had anything to eat since this morning, right?” she asked.

The instant she mentioned that, you felt the emptiness in your stomach and you nodded.

“Should I still stay in here?” you asked.

“I don't see much point in that if you're feeling well enough to walk around,” she answered, “might as well have you keep me company while I make us something.”

With that, she led you off the bed and out of the room, holding your hand as the two of you made your way to the kitchen.

And when she sat you down at the table and she saw the way you smiled up at her, Pakunoda felt secure.

There was no need to use Memory Bomb on you today.

As she began to put dinner together, she released the memories she'd collected of what you'd told her, letting go of the conversation you'd had with the investigator instead of putting them into one of her bullets to shoot into your head.

She'd needed to do it yesterday to get rid of everything that the investigator had told you, causing you to awake with a headache that morning.

Just like you, she also hoped that pattern wouldn't start up again.

It had begun early on in your relationship, when Pakunoda had quickly seen how suspicious your family was of her and how they were trying to subtly push you towards breaking up with her out of fear for your safety that she had decided to take action. Pakunoda had decided that she didn't want to lose you, so when she was able to convince you to move in with her, she began the process of altering and removing your memories of your family.

She made a point to take her time with it, carefully sifting through every memory of yours before she would return it to you by way of a bullet, which caused you to forget the memories that had been returned intact and replaced by the ones she'd fabricated. To make you more reliant on her and more willing to cut off your family, she'd gotten rid of almost all of your happy memories with them and altering the negative ones so they were even more egregious in your mind; things that to you, were unforgivable, and that the only reason you were still in contact was because of familial obligation.

The whole process took a period of several months as she worked her way through your memories. And while the amount of time spent hadn't been ideal, it was far safer than to try and change all of the memories in your head at once. Doing that could have disastrous consequences if she messed up.

She knew from experience: Pakunoda had done an experiment once to see how much of a person's memory she could take, and how much she could destroy by sending those memories back into that person. Back when she'd just gotten to the point of perfecting her hatsu, she'd captured a man and tied him up while she interrogated him on every aspect of his life, getting every single detail she could.

Those memories were placed into a bullet with the use of Memory Bomb. Much to her surprise, the multiple years worth of memories were able to fit into a single bullet. When she fired that bullet into his skull, the shock of the impact was so great that the chair he was sitting in was forced backwards, causing him to fall.

There wasn't much left of him when she pulled him back up into a sitting position.

He barely remembered how to speak.

And when she released him into a nearby forest, he stumbled about, confused and not understanding his situation at all.

Before she'd taken his memories, he was someone with an expertise in the wildlife of the area, his memories telling her that he'd gone there to study a herd of carnivorous pigs. But he shambled his way past a pile of animal bones that had been cleaned of all meat, and his cries accompanied by the sounds of tearing flesh and breaking bones that she heard not long after were a clear indicator of what his fate ultimately was.

Pakunoda didn't want you to become like him as a result of her ability; she wanted you for you, not a husk that looked like you.

So a few times each week she would remove something, change a little bit, and then return it to you when she shot you. You would forget what she had left intact and only remember what she had changed. A side effect of this was the awful headaches you had when you came to in the morning that left you barely able to sit up. That had been a bit unexpected as none of the troupe had ever mentioned such a thing when she'd used her ability on them, but she welcomed it as it was something she could use to her advantage. Taking care of you without complaint, Pakunoda got you to fall in love with her even further.

Which in turn caused you to push your family further away.

At the end of it you were more than happy to move away with her and you cut ties with your family completely, something that would've been hard to convince you of near the beginning, but by that point you trusted her without question, and all you wanted was to live with her someplace where the two of you could be happy.

That had come under jeopardy yesterday.

She didn't anticipate that your family would give up on you, but after the efforts she'd made to cover her tracks, it was a bit annoying to have a private investigator manage to track you down.

And even worse, he'd managed to get you to question yourself as he'd shown you something that had confused you: a picture of you with your family at a graduation, something that had seemed far too detailed to have been fabricated, and it showed all of you smiling on what was clearly a happy day.

In your memory they hadn't bothered to show up.

Pakunoda had known immediately that something was wrong when she saw you after that meeting, and when she brushed a hand against your cheek as she asked you what was wrong, your mouth gave one answer while your memories gave her another. You lied to her, and she saw that not only were you questioning things, but you were considering talking again to the investigator.

Without hesitation she'd pulled out her gun and fired it at you, wiping your memories of that afternoon and catching you before you fell.

Today her plan had been to get rid of that man while you stayed at home to recover, having gotten the investigator's name after she called Shalnark to check what accounts your family was transferring money to. It was easy to find out where in the area he was staying at after checking his credit card history.

Take care of him while you slept so there was no chance of you running into him again; that was what Pakunoda had been hoping for. But instead of the investigator giving you a few days to think over what you'd seen like he told you he was going to do, he ended up going back to the house she shared with you. Something she had learned when she caught him on his way back to his motel room.

His tenacity had been frustrating, and after looking through the conversation you'd had from his perspective, she anticipated that she would once again need to remove your memories of that afternoon.

This time, however, you weren't as receptive to him. Clearly because of his insistence that the two of you had spoken prior. And when she looked through your mind as she asked her questions, she saw that there weren't any doubts in you: you trusted her and her alone.

No need to use her hatsu on you.

It was actually a relief to not do so. Even though you would quickly forget, she always remembered the sight of your shocked face every time she had placed the barrel of her revolver against your forehead: confusion, fear and sadness taking over you as all you knew in that moment was that your girlfriend was holding a gun to your head.

Tonight could be a peaceful one, and tomorrow there would be no need for you to awake with any awful migraine.

No need to fear the investigator coming back, either, as his body would likely be on the way to a garbage dump by now, and Shalnark had said he would take over his identity for a bit so it appeared that he was still alive so your family would be pointed in a different direction as to where you were currently living.

Even if the man's body resurfaced, most of the identifying features had been destroyed, so it was unlikely that anyone who found him would be able to give him his name back. Just another John Doe in a sea of unidentified bodies.

Pakunoda glanced from the cutting board to find that you were watching her.

You smiled when you made eye contact, and you asked “did everything go okay with the stuff you needed to take care of?”

“Yes. Everything's fine now,” she answered.

“Was it something that would've been bad?”

“If it had been left the way it was.”

You hummed, saying “I'm guessing it's work related since you're being pretty vague.”

Paku smiled at you, which seemed to confirm your suspicions.

“I won't ask anymore, then,” you said, “I'm glad it all worked out.”

“So am I.”

As she focused again on what she was doing, Pakunoda's mind went back to the investigator.

At the moment she was letting you keep those memories of him as it was a good way to reaffirm that you shouldn't have contact with your family, as everything he'd said to you this time had upset you greatly.

But if his body did resurface and your suspicions were somehow raised again, she'd remove them. While it took a physical toll on you, it was worth it to keep things peaceful.

She'd keep an eye out for now, and if something changed, she would know.

After all, there wasn't a single thought that went through your head that Pakunoda wasn't aware of.

#Pakunoda #yandere #yandere hunter x hunter #yandere hxh #hxh pakunoda #pakunoda x reader #yandere pakunoda #reader insert #hxh

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ataraxiaspainting · 2 months

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May I please request Yandere Machi, Pakunoda, and Shizuku? (separate)

Here's the scenario: They haven't seen their s/o in a decade, ever since they got put in prison. The rest of Troupe managed to break them out, and they go on the search for their s/o.

However, they encounter their son/daughter—who was eight the last time they saw them—now an adult and full-pledged hunter. Their child tells them that they'll defeat them and put them back into prison in the name of justice, which is sad because before they were captured and put into prison, they used to be very close.

Yan Machi + Yan Shizuku + Yan Pakunoda / Having a Hunter Child.

Warnings: The reader uses she/her pronouns respectfully, implied dub-con, manipulation, unhealthy relationships, and threats/mentions of violence.

Word Count: 900.

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Machi

Eyes the color of a cloudless sky meet those dissimilar to them yet all too familiar at the same time for as many reasons as there are stars during the time of midnight. The young man’s eyes share the same hue as yours, yet have the same type of glare Machi used to always use on you to keep you in line, to prevent you from doing anything stupid.

“Komacine. I shall strike you down if it is the last thing I ever do.”

Machi is not scared, just disappointed, in both her son and you.

“Oh?” But she is also happy because, for the first time in nearly ten years, she can see the image of her son and you, both within her grasp where you both belong. “You don’t mean that, do you?”

Her words made the young man’s sword be held up even higher, but she was still not afraid.

“I shall, Spider, that is a promise.” But deep within those eyes, there is regret and sorrow, Machi thinks.

“Is that any way to talk to your mother?”

Her son merely snarls like a wild animal, still having his weapon raised high. “You aren’t my mother. You’re just yet another piece of evidence of all the wrongs there are to be righted in this world.”

From the corner of her eye, Machi sees you wearing a pink apron through the window, seeming to be humming to something while peeling some potatoes, carrots, and onions. She would have made her way into your home by now, if your son hadn’t at that exact moment opened the front door, which had immediately set off his Nen detection.

“Am I not? You look just like the little boy I used to take to the playground all the time, all those years ago. The games we used to play, your favorite one being… hmm…” She put her thumb and pointer finger under her chin, pinching it lightly.

“That was then and this is now, Komacine. I will kill you for what you did, all the people you hurt and murdered in cold blood.”

Choosing not to pay any clear attention to the threat, Machi simply thinks back to all the past moments, so bittersweet like her favorite tea blend.

“Ah… it was hide and seek, wasn’t it?” From the sound of silence, she knows she is right. “Shall we play that one now? …Would you like that?”

No answer is to be heard.

Shizuku

Shizuku turns her head to the side, confused.

“Why are you attacking me?” Did she do something wrong? “Why do you think? I know you have a bad memory, but try to use that brain of yours, Spider. For your good.” This man looks familiar, but from where?

Then she realizes, as the moonlight shines on the tops of both of their heads, showing the eerily similar hues of ink black. She smiles, and the moonlight also shows how wide it is, much to the horror of the young man.

“Ah! You’re my son, all grown up! Gosh… the years have flown by, haven’t they?”

She chuckles as she reminisces about old times, full of sentimentality.

“We should have a game night, just like those times! Oh, to see your mother again as she plays with us… it would feel like a dream, wouldn’t it?” To see how you have matured too, just like your son, both from the inside and outside, is a sight that would make Shizuku’s heart burst with love. Even though you are all ten years older, she is sure that you are still as beautiful as ever.

It feels and sounds like a threat, but is it? Shizuku does not lie, and her threats are always nonexistent, anyway.

He prepares to run just in case it is and is real, though.

Pakunoda

In an instant, she gets closer than he can blink and puts a finger to his lips.

“Shush. Calm down, please. I love you both, and I always will.”

Little by little, the sword lowers, as small as the change is.

But she notices. She has always been observant, which only proves to be more amplified during her ten-year-long search for you.

“You’re a Spider, you hurt us, you hurt more than us. Why would I-” Another interruption.

“I missed you plenty, you know. You and your mother were the lights of my world all those years ago. You both still are. Did you miss me too? Either of you?” It is not an odd question, but without physical touch, it may as well be. Her Nen can only work when she has her hand or arm on someone, after all. However, even without using it, she can still detect when someone is lying. The slight quiver of the corner of the lips.

He can’t move. He can feel his soul sinking, far beneath the ground.

“No.” There is only one word, but the lie is still apparent.

“Shall we go in? We have a lot to discuss, your mother and I. We can also chat about old times if you want to.” She smiles as she walks up the steps, slowly with her hands raised. Her son lets her.

#yandere #yandere x reader #aya abstractions #yandere hunter x hunter #yandere hxh #yandere hxh x reader #yandere machi #yandere machi x reader #yandere shizuku #yandere shizuku x reader #yandere pakunoda #yandere pakunoda x reader #200 followers event #yandere hunter x hunter x reader

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kiame-sama · 2 years

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Do you think you could write Phantom x male omega one day? I really love that series❤️❤️

Male reader version of the story I posted earlier. Feast, my lovies!

Warnings; yandere, abo au, omega reader, my omegaverse au, almost entirely nsfw, harem/ reverse-harem style relationship, NSFW teasing, orgasm denial, threeway, foursome, oral (male and female receiving), anal, tears, light spanking, light bondage, knotting, alpha behavior, threats (not towards reader), sex toys, mention of murder, possessive behavior, fluff at the end, male reader, male omegas can get pregnant too in my au, male omegas also create their own internal lube,

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You panted and whined as you gripped the fallen pillar in front of you, feeling such a large and firm length pushing into you with near bruising force. The knot that formed at the base of that length made the sounds of your copulation seem even louder, apparent squishing and squelching noises clear even with the volume you whined and moaned at. Your alpha- Chrollo- continued to pound away into you, the loose pants you wore lay pooled around your knees and allowed the alpha complete access to your tight ass.

The warmth radiating off of the alpha had you mewling and toes curling from the pleasure that burned through you. There was no need for you to muffle your whining moans as the only ones who could hear you were currently enjoying the sound of you being pounded into the smooth marble surface. Chrollo had waited a surprisingly long time before he decided to actually mate you and officially make you the Troupe's omega, having the right to mate you first as he was lead alpha of the troupe.

By no uncertain terms did the Troupe ever plan on losing you for any reason, every member nearly chomping at the bit to get their turn to mate you. The hierarchy within the Troupe would become apparent to you based off of who gets to mate you in what order. Of course, Chrollo was the top of the pack and was the apex alpha of the group so he had the right to mate you whenever he felt like it and when the Troupe spread out after a heist you would be with Chrollo or at least two other members. You faintly wondered who would be the second to claim you and mark you once Chrollo had his fill.

"Please... Please..! Alpha, I- fuck!"

"Good omega. That's my good boy... Tell me how much you want my knot, how much you NEED it to stuff you full."

"I need- I need it, alpha..! Please! I need your knot-!"

"Never forget who the alpha of the Troupe is, who your alpha is."

"Yes- Yes, alpha..!"

The low chuckle that hummed through his chest made your eyes roll back, feeling that hum through your body. You knew you would be sore after Chrollo was finished mating you for the time being, hoping that the Troupe would be able to curb their enthusiasm to let you rest before mating you as well. For now you only felt the thick and long length that was stuffed inside of you, feeling the knot at the base swell up even more with every thrust.

Once it felt almost too big was when Chrollo finally shoved the entirety of his length into you, the knot locking you both in place as each spurt of cum splashed into you. Your body responded to the large knot by scrambling your brain with bliss, shoving you directly into your fourth and strongest orgasm as your cum splashed onto the fallen pillar. The way you wailed and mewled from the sensation was sweeter than any music the Troupe had ever heard, loving the sound of their omega in absolute bliss.

Whereas Chrollo decided to take you to a more concealed location in the abandoned building to mate you, the Troupe was still able to hear every little noise you made and your scent was beginning to drive them feral. Pakunoda and Uvogin in particular felt a rather intense desire to mate you as soon as Chrollo was done, their alpha instincts desperately wanting to claim you for themselves or to mark up your soft body. The other Troupe members desired you to a similar level, everyone wanting to feel your wonderful omega body so pliant beneath their own.

"Which do you think is better, Machi, the one with an inflatable knot or the vibrating one?"

Shizuku sat looking at the assortment of strap-on dildos she and Machi had gathered, being the only two who did not have cocks to fuck you with but wanting the chance to do it all the same. Machi felt more along the lines of riding you, but she was willing to use whatever you wanted to fuck you senseless. Even beyond just the strap-on selection, there were countless other items made specifically to pleasure an omega. Sure, stealing a whole shipment of sex toys wasn't what they anticipated doing, but they weren't just going to toss the toys out without at least trying them on their lovely omega first.

"This one that has an inflatable knot, vibrates, and is dual sided."

"Oh! I forgot we had that one. What colors does it come in?"

"Sparkling pink, sparkling blue, and sparkling purple."

"Wait, what are we talking about again?"

As the two continued to look around the assortment of sex toys, your whining moans started up again, Chrollo likely putting you through another round of mating. Uvogin growled in vague impatience, wanting to storm up and snatch you away but knowing better than to interrupt Chrollo. Still, didn't mean he liked having to wait.

"If the Boss keeps this up, we won't be able to mate him for a few days!"

Despite his grumbling, he was still excited over the prospect of getting to have an omega at all. Nobunaga- as always- was the calming voice of reason for the large alpha, talking in a relaxed drawl as he waited among the others.

"And? You know how the Boss is, besides, (y/n)'s an omega. I don't know about you, Uvo, but I'm thinking we're all going to want to mate him several times. It's probably going to take a while for all of us to get a chance with him."

The large alpha only hummed in acknowledgement to the Gamma's words, knowing it was truth but still irritated all the same with the situation. All of the present Troupe members felt that want inside of them, eager to indulge in the rarity that was mating an omega. Even before Chrollo had taken you away to mate, they had agreed on where each member would put their mating mark on your soft skin. Those marks would bind you to the Troupe and the Troupe to you.

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"Mhmph-!"

Your whines were muffled due to the warm cock that currently took up most of the space in your mouth. Beneath you, Uvogin lay with his head between your legs and had been sucking harshly on you all while toying with your tight ass for at least two orgasms so far, refusing to release your hips to allow you the ability to stand. The sensation of his slightly rough hands pulling your hips in a thrusting motion made you mewl oh so sweetly for the pair, moaning around Nobunaga's cock.

They had both agreed what their roles would be in this interaction long before actually mating you, working together to make you a senseless moaning mess. Each time your voice cracked or you whined around Nobunaga's cock, the black haired man couldn't help but moan as well, your scent working the two males into a near frenzy state of pleasure. They both understood now why Chrollo had taken his time with you, the pheromones you let out making them want you even more and filling both males with the intense desire of making you delirious with pleasure.

As the second strongest alpha of the group, Uvogin and his usual gamma accomplice- Nobunaga- were the two allowed to mate you after Chrollo. Naturally, both were enamored by your scent and by you in general, wanting to mainly make you happy and relaxed among the two of them. Beyond just having you be comfortable with them, they wanted you to like them and enjoy mating with them.

"Fuck... (Y/n), you look so damn good like this... Just taking my cock so well..!"

Nobunaga couldn't help but pant and was nearly drooling at the sensation of your warm mouth wrapped around his throbbing length. The sight paired with the sound of Uvogin sloppily slurping at your hard cock was almost enough to make him cum then and there, but with the sensation of you sucking so sweetly on him he was ready to fill your soft omega stomach with his seed. He felt his balls tighten as he shot his load down your throat, impulsively gripping the sides of your head and pushing as deep as your throat would allow him to go. The sensation of your throat hugging and massaging his cock as you slightly gagged had him reeling in bliss.

As soon as he felt that last spurt of cum leave his body, he was quick to pull back and let you breathe without his cock getting in the way. Sure, it felt heavenly to feel his cock so deep in your throat, but he wanted to make sure he didn't hurt you or push you too far while he sought to get himself off with your help.

Uvogin moaned beneath you as the sensation of Nobunaga cumming made you cum as well, just spurting into Uvogin's waiting throat which he happily drank down with an intense fervor. The large alpha's cock stood stiffly and almost seemed painful with how swollen and flushed it was, his knot already starting to form as he ached for your gentle touch and the warm embrace of your insides squeezing down on him. He was clearly excited and in desperate need for you, but the way he worked you over with his mouth made it clear he had no intention of letting you get up until he has had his fill.

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You cuddled close to the warm and soft chest of the female alpha, completely relaxed in the gentle embrace even as you whined softly from the stimulation between your soft thighs. Shizuku was quite happy to continue to lap at your slowly stiffening cock and slightly sore ass, the gamma contentedly soothed you after the rather rough pounding from the blond female alpha's cock. There was little on your mind other than the relaxed feeling of laying in Pakunoda's arms and allowing the forgetful gamma to lap up both your cum and the alpha's cum from your shaking thighs.

Occasionally you felt when Shizuku lost focus or seemed to forget what she was doing, but the slight lull in pleasure only for her to return to her task rather vigorously kept you a melted puddle of pleasure. The absolute comfort of letting the women care for you was just one perk of your decision to take the whole Troupe on as mates, knowing that you would always be satisfied regardless of which members you may be with.

"Here," Pakunoda hummed gently and held up a glass of water to your lips, helping you tilt it for a proper drink, "your throat must be dry after all of that moaning."

She chuckled softly as your face burned slightly from embarrassment, completely aware that the entire Troupe found your moans to be rather sweet music to listen to. It did come as a bit of a surprise to you to realize just how affectionate such dangerous individuals could be. You weren't kept in the dark about what the Troupe often did and how many the Troupe killed, but you also knew that there was not a single member that would try to harm you in any capacity.

It was soothing to your inner omega to know that the Troupe would never allow anything to happen to you, and even if it did they would die to get you back. Some part of you had expected their behavior to be rather protective, but even you realized that they were far past just being protective of you. If you ever wondered where you stood with the troupe, you would only need to talk to realize their complete adoration for you in how you immediately had their attention.

Even though they were all going to be your mates, you knew who your primary mate was simply for the fact he had the ability to chose who would mate you while you are in heat. It was decided rather easily as none of the others would dare oppose the apex alpha when he claimed the privilege of choosing to keep you by his side when the Troupe needed to split or who you would go with. It just wouldn't be safe to have you in heat around so many different ranks and in a densely populated city, your scent alone would be able to draw in every alpha in the city limits. You would have to be kept somewhere secure and away from large groups, so the apex alpha was the one to choose your ideal protector and mates during such times.

"You taste so good!"

Shizuku giggled in amusement, her glasses up on the top of her head like a hair-band keeping her dark black locks pushed back out of her face. Clearly she was happy tasting and teasing you as Pakunoda slowly and gently massaged your shaking thighs, enjoying the sight of the gamma sucking almost aggressively at your cock.

"Good omega... Our good little omega..."

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You were panting in complete bliss, trying to regain your breath even though the delta had yet to stop stimulating your now soft length, wringing several whining moans from you. Your hands gripped at the bright pink hair of the delta as you mewled, arching your back as she gently worked you over with precise strokes on your hardening cock and small tongue flicks over your tip. Everything Machi did only added to the immense pleasure you felt, wanting as much as she would give you.

"Such a handsome little omega... So cute and affectionate for me."

Machi slowly withdrew her fingers before she lay back against the many pillows and blankets that had been gathered by the troupe for the sole purpose of cushioning while mating you. She lightly tugged at the thin chain leash that connected to the collar the spiders had put on you, calling you over until you were between her legs. Her intelligent eyes never left your figure for a second as the corners of her mouth quirked up into a slight smirk.

"Be a good boy and enjoy your treat," she hummed, opening her legs to give you a clear view of her completely soaked pussy, "make sure you lick it all up."

It was clear what she wanted as she gave a gentle tug to the leash, licking her lips as you settled on your front with your mouth level to her warm sex. You slowly started with light licks, testing her reactions and getting a small taste of her slick before relaxing into the motions of long strokes of your tongue through her folds. Machi gently rest her hand on the back of your head, moving her hips in time with your mouth as you began to lave and slurp at her soft pussy.

"Fuck..! That's it... Good boy~! Such a good boy..!"

You moaned and whined into her heat, feeling the way your length stood stiffly and pressed against your thighs as you became more worked up. Machi was quite sweet now that you two were alone, doing what she could to pleasure you however possible. Her eyes were half-lidded and filled with pleasure, occasionally giving a light tug at the leash whenever you did something she particularly enjoyed.

"Look at me."

Her hand gently stroked over your cheek as you glanced up into her adoring gaze, listening to her moan from how obedient you were being. She rest her hand on the back of your head and pushed you into her folds, practically making you tongue fuck her as you both moaned and whined. The careful way she manipulated your head yet still let you breathe was endearing, knowing she wanted no harm to come to you despite also wanting pleasure from you.

Her touch was quite gentle, especially in comparison to others of the Troupe and that gentleness was quite soothing to you. It seemed as if she truly wanted to treat you as if you were delicate or fragile, almost like she was happy just having someone she could be soft with. You had initially thought she was going to be far more demanding like Pakunoda had been, but Machi seemed truly content with simply adoring you as you nuzzled between her warm folds.

"Do you want me to calm your frustrated cock, my sweet omega (y/n)?"

You made a noise of affirmation into her soft body and she smiled, enamored with the way you answered her without pulling away from her slick heat. She moved a hand beneath your jaw and slowly tried to lift you from your position between her legs, but a whining complaint from you made her laugh, cupping your cheeks with her hands.

"If you want me to help the both of us, you need to sit up for me."

Despite your want to remain where you were between her thighs, you allowed the pink-haired phantom to lead you into a sitting position, her legs spreading and her fingers spreading her warm folds. She pulled you close, fingers giving your soft ass a squeeze as she moved you so your cock slid through her warmth. Your slight yelp of surprise was followed by a sweet chuckle, feeling your stiff need pressed up against her soft pussy.

A slow roll of her hips made your tip slip inside of her, a satisfying warmth running through your body with surprising speed as you sank fully inside of her. Machi's hands, which had yet to leave your plush flesh made you move with her in a rather relaxed pace, moaning gently from the sensation. Eventually she didn't have to move you as you began to buck your hips on your own, seeking the warm sparks of pleasure that shot through you with your slightly clumsy hip movements.

"So precious..."

Machi hummed softly, matching whatever pace you set and allowing you to explore her unfamiliar and warm walls which squeezed and almost seemed to pulse around you. She doubted that Shizuku had done something similar, as the other woman had been more interested in sucking you off or in Pakunoda taking care of the both of you. It was almost a kind of additional pleasure that ran through her mind as she thought about being the first to see such cute and hesitant behavior from you in such a position. Omegas were used to being fucked, not usually the ones doing the fucking.

You leaned forward with your hands gripping her hips, catching one of her warm breasts in your mouth and muffling your sounds. Each quiet moan was near musical to Machi as she hummed with an enamored smile, taking in the sight with no small amount of pleasure. The way you gasped breathlessly around her soft breast and allowed the sensation to flood your body was just too much for your mate to handle.

With a startled yelp, you found yourself laying on your back with Machi's legs on either side of your hips. She straddled your body and continued moving her soaking heat to pump your cock, caressing your chest with a tender and kind touch. The pleasure began to build up as you got closer and closer to your climax, mewling and gasping to beg the delta to continue giving you what you needed so desperately.

Machi wasn't about to stop anyway, but she did find your whimpers and whining tones to be oh so sweet. She had been rather excited to be able to have you all to herself, seeing as the Troupe intentionally tried to group up as their rank and temper would dictate. As a delta, Machi was allowed to remain outside of a group given the natural tendency for deltas to not get along with other ranks very often.

"Please-! So close..! Fuck, please!"

"So cute."

She gently teased, only increasing her pace and roughly pushing you both over into complete bliss. You shivered and gasped, body tensing and relaxing as the waves of pleasure washed over you completely. The sensation of filling her up left you breathless on top of the delta who chuckled when she saw your tired expression.

"Want to rest, or keep going?"

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To say you were vaguely intimidated would be an understatement.

Franklin was not a small man and similarly his sturdy length was just as big as the rest of his body. Uvogin was a large alpha and you were able to take him well enough, but Franklin was just as big and even thicker. You could certainly take him, but there was going to be one hell of a stretch that vaguely distressed you.

As a delta, he was quiet and preferred to mate alone without any company. His quiet behavior was slightly unsettling but to your surprise he was very gentle every time he caressed your soft skin. You could feel he was trying to soothe your vague distress by being extra gentle while preparing you to take his large cock.

The way he slowly pumped his fingers into you was fairly soothing and certainly helped calm you down, his more gentle movements soothed you greatly. He certainly looked rather intimidating in size and general demeanor, so the relaxed way he interacted with you managed to keep your fear of him rather low. It also seemed like he was well aware of his size and the potentially negative impact it could have on you during mating, evident for the fact that he had three rather thick fingers inside of you at this point.

You moaned softly, letting the large delta move you and manipulate your body as he removed his fingers from your tender hole. He gently pulled at your hips and lifted you so you sat straddling his lap, his very eager length prodding at you as it twitched with his heartbeat. A soft whimper escaped your lips and Franklin hummed, rubbing your back soothingly and letting you control the speed at which he sank into you.

You were right in that it was one hell of a stretch, feeling the way your body had to strain just to fit the tip of his cock into you. A faint worry that you would be hurt if you went any further buzzed in the back of your mind, but you did your best to ignore that feeling. Your body was built to stretch and withstand quite a lot, seeing as every rank you encountered would be keen to mate you, so you should technically be able to take all of him.

With your hands resting on his chest, you continued to let yourself sink down onto the stiff length. Occasionally, your nails would bite down reflexively from stress and you would have to pause to calm yourself before continuing. It took some time, but eventually he was completely sheathed inside of your warm walls.

The both of you had to take a moment to simply adjust to the feeling, you adjusting to the stretch and Franklin adjusting to the embrace of your body. His cheeks were dusted a deep red and his eyes were half-lidded in pleasure, his pupils blown wide as he stared adoringly at you. You could feel the ample natural lubricant your body produced soothing any pain you would have felt from the stretch, able to see the way your stomach distended to show where he was inside of you.

Ever concerned about frightening or upsetting you, Franklin kept his hands resting on your hips and fought his desire to move even a little bit as you relaxed. He would let you go at your pace. If you wanted any friction from the rather snug fit, you would have to get it yourself.

The both of you let out a moan as you lifted up and let gravity pull you back down, his moan deeper and quieter compared to your exuberant high whine. You continued this motion until you fell into an easy rhythm, any stress you felt disappearing from your mind as it was replaced with pleasure. Franklin slowly began to move his hips up to meet you, helping lift you up and down when you began to tire.

It was then Franklin realized something rather obvious. Truly, the body of an omega was a wonderful thing. Omegas in general are wonderful.

You are wonderful.

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"Fuck..!"

You whined loudly as the delta above you hissed through his teeth, moving his hips at a relaxed and rolling pace that was near torturous to you. It made sense he would do something like that, Feitan was the primary torturer of the troupe and he clearly had keen interest in torturing himself with how slowly he was going as he caressed your soft body. Each slow thrust into you made you mewl beneath the delta as you pressed your hips back into the thrust, letting out a yelp at the light smack on your exposed ass.

"Told you, I decide the pace. Only me."

You whimpered loudly in an almost begging tone to the delta, staying as still as you could to not earn another swat. It didn't hurt or even burn, but you also knew you shouldn't push the temperamental delta if you could help it. Feitan had told you from the start that you could beg and whine as much as you wanted, but he was going to make the decision in how he wanted to breed you.

"Ple-please..!" You whined, wanting the delta to just spear into you and give you the blissful release you desired, "I need it..! Please..!"

"Begging? I fuck you how I want."

For a man who spoke very little, Feitan certainly managed to get you whining and mewling for him with the few words he did say. Though he spoke in incomplete or improper sentences, you understood him and what he wanted perfectly. When it was his turn to mate you, he was quick to put you on your hands and knees in the most common position to breed an omega in.

So far he had been very sparing in what little he gave you, but what he did do had you harder than stone and begging with cute little whimpers for more attention. The slow and relaxed pace he pushed into you made you mewl so sweetly and you began to realize why he was the last of the deltas to mate you. He truly seemed to have a difficult time being gentle so the only way he could mate you was after you've already been mated several times and had the chance to adjust to the sensation. Not to mention the fact that he had more 'adventurous' kinks, hence the fact that your wrists were cuffed together by a comfortable yet sturdy pair of handcuffs.

Even with the bondage or the way he worked you up, he tried to make sure you were comfortable and used a padded pair of fuzzy handcuffs from the stolen shipment of sex toys instead of the real cuffs he used to torture captives. The cuffs were gentle on your wrists but kept a clear power imbalance in place where Feitan got to make most- if not all- decisions.

You were whining loudly at this point, your pleading whimpers akin to the sound of an almost pained squeak given how desperate you were for more than the slow pace. The whines only gained in volume and intensity the longer the delta continued to go at such a slow pace, your nails digging into the soft mattress beneath you. You tried begging several more times but the delta continued to slowly and agonizingly tease you to the point that tears began to stream down your cheeks.

"Feitan."

A low and almost threatening tone broke through your whimpers as you recognized the voice of the apex alpha of the troupe. You honestly felt some surprise that the alpha was interrupting when he had been fairly passive up until that point. Feitan let out a low and menacing growl though it was likely driven more from instinct than from honest aggression.

"... Yeah, Boss?"

"It seems I need to remind you that mating (y/n) is a privilege. If you cause him more distress than pleasure, that privilege will be removed."

"He's fine."

"He's sobbing."

Feitan seemed to respond with honest surprise as if he hadn't even realized how much his teasing was actually impacting you. You whimpered and shivered slightly, your cheeks glistening with tears as you whined from the complete loss of friction when you so desperately wanted it. Every pant was followed by a sniffling whine that seemed to legitimately bother both the delta and apex alpha.

"Damn it," Feitan hissed, seeming to finally realize that you were very upset due to his relentless teasing, "shh..."

"If you cannot treat our omega properly, you will not be permitted to mate him again."

"Not usually gentle. Mates all fight and struggle, too much effort to keep alive before. Forgot (y/n) needs gentle mating."

"Well, make sure you don't forget again."

"Yes, Boss."

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You looked up at the male in front of you as you continued to use your mouth to pleasure him. Phinks slowly thrust his hips as you bobbed your head back and forth, hollowing your cheeks as you let your tongue massage the firm cock in your mouth. Clearly the blond was greatly enjoying the sensation of your warm mouth so soothingly working him over.

Either hand was wrapped around the cocks of the other two betas, Kortopi and Bonolenov, letting them thrust their hips and make their own friction. Beneath you, Shalnark held you up by your hips and frantically thrust up into you as he puffed out short moans from the sensation. The three betas and one gamma finally got their chance to mate you, feeling vaguely jealous they were the last of the Troupe to finally get to have you.

The order of mates made it clear to you what the pack hierarchy was. Naturally, Chrollo was the apex alpha so he was the leader of the pack. Next were the lower ranking alphas of the group, Uvogin and Pakunoda, along with their chosen gammas. Then the three deltas, Machi, Franklin, and Feitan, had their individual access to you. Finally were the three betas, Phinks, Bonolenov, and Kortopi, along with the last of the three gammas, Shalnark.

Where Nobunaga and Shizuku got to mate you before the betas, it was primarily due to the fact they had close ties with either of the two alphas who got to mate you after Chrollo. Shalnark didn't have an alpha out of the two that he was particularly close with, so he was put in a group with the three betas instead. He didn't seem all too bothered with the arrangement however, as he quite happily drilled himself up into you while you took care of the three betas.

Phinks let out long moans, louder than the other two betas, but they were moaning as well from your actions. Kortopi whined along with his moans as he panted and stared with lustful eyes. Bonolenov was the quietest of the trio of betas but he was clearly enjoying himself as well, his head tilted back and eyes closed in bliss.

Their increased pulses were easy to feel and you could tell they were getting close to cumming, from the way that the two betas thrust faster into your hands, to the way Shalnark seemed to wildly bury himself inside of you, even to how Phinks bucked his hips. The four males seemed to be consumed by their own pleasure and sought to reach their release, absolutely enamored with you and your actions.

"Fuck yes," Phinks moaned as he finally reached his climax, "swallow it all. Fuck... That's so damn sexy. Was it good? Tell me how good I taste."

"Tastes so good," you whined, licking your lips, "more, please."

Your words, paired with the way you let your mouth hang open and slightly stuck out your tongue, proved to be too much for the other two betas as they both groaned harshly with their own climaxes. The white cum speckled your hands, arms, and cheeks, almost immediately followed by your own release splattering your stomach at the hands of Shalnark. He happily emptied his aching cock into you and seemed to shiver in bliss as he tried to regain some sense of control.

"Let's switch places."

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You lay curled up with the apex alpha of the group, tired but satisfied after running the gauntlet that was mating the entire Troupe. There was only one member of the Troupe that you had not mated and that was simply because he never arrived or even showed up when the group met. The absence shouldn't have bothered you simply because he was supposedly always absent, but your sensitive omega brain took it as an insult.

Naturally, your sadness was enough of a motivator for Chrollo that he issued an order to the entire Troupe to make sure the absent member showed up. If any of the Troupe were to see this absentee member, they would make it clear that he was expected to show himself next time they were to meet for a heist. Of course, they wouldn't tell him exactly why he was expected, only that he needed to be present for that gathering.

It seemed like some of the Troupe didn't want him to show up, not overly keen on sharing you in any capacity even with this mysterious member. Part of you wondered if he was really one of the Troupe or if he was just some drifter. You also wondered if his absent behavior would change upon realizing that he was missing out on having an omega as a mate.

Until you meet that person, all you could do was wait and enjoy being the mate of such an attentive pack. With the warm hand of Chrollo rubbing your back and the undoubted affection you got from the Troupe, you figured that you would be rather content. They ensured you were happy and made sure to keep you protected all while you ensured to stay by their sides.

The arrangement was a win-win for all of you, and you couldn't be happier to give your coveted affection to those who rescued you from a terrible fate. All you truly wanted now was to stay with your mates and enjoy the life you would have been deprived of.

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ddarker-dreams · 10 months

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the yan hxh character's favorite types of styles on you.

(warning for some not SFW implications/reader described as fem)

chrollo loves you in classy, elegant, yet formfitting outfits that highlight the silhouette of your body. slim blazers, short pencil skirts, sheer tights, pumps. will be smiling happily to himself if you struggle with heels since you're forced to cling to him, or trip. purposefully gets outfits that are difficult for you to put on by yourself (like having a zipper in the back) so you must begrudgingly call upon him for assistance.

pretends he 'forgot' to include some pants or shorts as potential options but it was 100% intentional. don't believe his lies. he loves anything that reveals your collarbones but not if you're going out. only he gets to see them, no one else. he mostly goes for neutral colors with a heavy emphasis on black, ivory, beige, navy, and sometimes burgundy if he's feeling a bit wild.

as far as accessories go, he favors dangling earrings and choker-length necklaces. you don't get to wear watches anymore because when he last gifted you one, you kept checking it every time he started talking, and it kinda hurt his feelings. he is a fan of you putting your hair up because he loves admiring the muscles of your neck and it grants him easier access for kissing.

(phinks, feitan, machi and paku under the cut)

phinks originally gives you some t-shirts and sweatpants because hell if he knows how to dress a woman. he doesn't want you thinking he's some pervert that kidnapped you purely for sexual gratification — no, there's a deeper connection he's trying to foster with you here. that being said... if he could have it his way, his biggest fantasy is having you wear those tennis outfits. preferably with white or pink colors. he just thinks you'd look really cute. the short, pleated skirt brushing against your thighs, tight polo shirt, a pair of high top tennis shoes; he'd be in heaven. phinks will want to scoop you up and twirl you around or some other romantic-sounding shit.

doesn't really have any preferences when it comes to accessories. his biggest thing is in the colder seasons, seeing you wrapped up in a scarf is super endearing. it makes his heart almost beat out of his chest. jewelry isn't a big deal to him. he'll gift you a fair amount because he figures Woman = Want Shiny Thing (as if you're a crow), but it doesn't do much for him visually. aside from stud earrings with simple designs, like a flower or moon. he thinks that's pretty cute.

feitan doesn't think about fashion much. he literally wears the same thing every day and only washes his bloodstained jacket if you ask nicely (aka plead). he gets you some long shirts and calls it a day. when you ask if you can have shorts or anything similar to that, he silently stares at you. unlike chrollo, it really didn't occur to him. if he's in a good mood he'll pick up what you asked for. probably gets an uncomfortable material or the wrong size but it isn't out of spite, he genuinely has no idea what he's doing.

he discovers by accident that the sight of you in a sheer nightgown is especially appealing. other than that, the only preference he's aware of is seeing you in light colors. it gives you this innocent glow that he finds aesthetically pleasing. the way it further highlights how different you are — pure (by his standards, at least), virtuous — really does something for him. he has a weird obsession with your wrists so he's gotten you a few silver link bracelets. that's the most you get to accessorize should you ever choose to wear them.

machi lets you wear whatever you want and listens to your clothes requests, because she's too embarrassed to admit what she'd find you cute in. no one could get the information out of her, even if it came down to torture. so... what she wants more than anything (drumroll please)... is to see you wearing one of those short overall outfits over a plain shirt. she'd be staring at you as if you were the mona lisa. she has no idea why the concept entices her as much as it does. all she knows is that you'd look fucking adorable and she'd commit multiple crimes for you.

she likes you in denim, any color really. jean shorts, ripped jeans, skinny jeans, flared jeans, wide jeans, high waist, low waist; she's all about it. oversized tops are a big favorite as well. extra points if the sleeves are too long and cover most of your hand. you think she's glaring at you but in reality she's trying so hard to keep her fraying mind in check.

pakunoda has you looking runway ready whenever she takes you out. the woman did research. a lot of what you wear is tailored specifically to your complexion, body type, facial structure, etc. she enjoys high fashion and has procured pieces made by the biggest names. most of what's in your closet is either wool, pure cotton, or silk. it looks and feels luxurious. she favors seeing you in jumpsuits or maxi-length dresses. coordinating outfits is a favorite of hers, she has color theory down and you both look stunning together. around the house (or wherever she's keeping you), you're free to dress as you please. you both have matching house slippers and robes.

accessories will depend on the season, but you can expect to be wearing sleek sunglasses and the occasional hat. for jewelry, she goes for her birthstone, diamonds, and gold. nothing too ostentatious though. she keeps it classy. while she'd love to see you in stilettos, if you can't walk in them well, she'll go for flat pumps instead.

#yandere chrollo x reader #yandere phinks x reader #yandere feitan x reader #yandere machi x reader #yandere pakunoda x reader #phantom troupe x reader #yandere #yandere x reader #hxh x reader #yandere hxh x reader #concepts

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justyanderes · 1 year

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Nsfw fake bodyguard tropes but made utterly unholy... ft. phantom troupe🕷️

Who purposefully acts sloppy in their work so you will try to hassle them. Upon you doing so they now gain a reason to take you in and teach you to learn some appreciation towards those who are stronger than you...

UVOGIN | FEITAN | MACHI

Who only took on this job to gain access to your high up spouse but you are such a soft sweet thing, so very undeserving of that bastard. who doesn't have the courtesy to arrive to your anniversary dinner on time... Surely it wouldn't hurt if the two of you had some fun before they arrived right?

CHROLLO | PHINKS

FRANKLIN | PAKUNODA |

Contining on with the last trope but they at least let you enjoy dinner before they fuck you so well you won't remember your spouse til it's so late in the next afternoon...

Who legitimately forgets the fact they are supposed to be acting undercover as your bodyguard (you almost die lol) so they have no choice but to make up for it by giving you really good oral 👉👈

SHIZUKU | SHALNARK | NOBUNAGA

#nobunaga x reader #yandere x reader #phantom troupe x reader #yandere hxh #hxh x reader #phinks x reader #franklin hxh #chrollo x reader #machi x reader #pakunoda x reader #hxh yandere #hxh phinks #uvogin x reader #shalnark x reader #feitan x reader #shizuku x reader #phantom troupe

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shalscumbunny · 1 year

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Safe place | Yandere Shalnark returning home after the death of his friends

Summary: Shalnark is tired after everything that happened in Yorkshin and just wants to be in your arms

Pairing: Shalnark X GN.Reader

Warnings: Kidnapped reader, mention of canonical character death in HxH (Possible spoiler), Slight change in the chronology and original story in HxH

Author’s note: I always mention it in all my writings in English, but better safe than sorry, English is not my native language so it is very likely to find many mistakes and also that I know practically nothing about writing “X character and Y / n”

Sites: AO3

It was late at night when you were resting, out of nowhere you got up, you took it as a bad omen instantly but you tried not to think about it, you just went to the bathroom and got a glass of water from the kitchen before going back to bed.

Shalnark had been gone for a week, you hated to admit it, but you even missed him, maybe because you hadn't spoken to a human being in a week, but you enjoyed that he wasn't harassing you as usual.

Just as you were beginning to fall asleep again, the bedroom door opened, however, it took at least a minute until footsteps were heard inside the room, shortly after you felt Shalnark's weight on the bed, his body for the first time shook. felt cold.

You were turning your back on him, you couldn't see him, but there was another type of atmosphere, one that you had never experienced with him, however, you didn't say anything, until you felt how his arms were around your waist and you were attached to him, supporting his chin in the crook of your neck.

"Shalnark, I'm not in the mood right now" You said with an annoyed tone, trying to get out of his arms.

"If you want, we can fight in the morning, please, not now" Shalnark said, hugging you tighter.

You froze at the moment you heard him, in the first place, you didn't remember that Shalnark had ever said "please" to you in a genuine way, much less had you heard that tone of voice, was it... Sadness?

"Shalnark?" You called him worried

He didn't answer, he was quiet, you just felt his breath on your neck, it was slow and tired in a certain way.

"Shalnark" You called him again

Again silence to your call.

Shalnark left your neck and hid in your nape, you felt strange, you had never experienced this with him.

You didn't want to turn around, it wasn't that Shalnark was scaring you right now, but it was something new and you didn't know how to react.

"Y/n" Shalnark called to you in a whisper

Before you could answer, you felt some moisture begin to form on the back of your neck, perhaps... Is he crying?

"Y/n?" He called you again

"I'm here, what happened?" You asked in an expressionless tone.

"Look at me, please"

"Since when do you ask me for things?" You asked with the same tone of voice

"Don't make me beg" He told you, hugging you tighter

You were silent, you're upset, but not with him this time, you're upset with you, it disgusted you to feel sorry for him, you felt sorry for someone despicable like Shalnark, you felt sorry for the man who kidnapped you, he took away your freedom, your dignity and several other things without any kind of contemplation.

"You've never begged me for anything, what's wrong with you?"

"I'm tired, please..."

You turned annoyed when you heard it, but you didn't look at it, you just started screaming.

"Tired of? You're not like that, you don't ask for things, you don't feel empathy for anyone, you're a monster that forces me to be with him, why would I have to do you some kind of favor!?"

You let out all your annoyance by saying that, you didn't even know where so much anger came from, and it was the first time you told him what you thought out loud.

You opened your eyes to see him, expecting some kind of typical reaction from him, but... He was still, motionless, just looking at you in silence with blurred eyes and an expression of sadness.

You were stunned to see him, the one who was next to you on the bed wasn't Shalnark, it couldn't be him.

"You finished?" He asked you in a soft tone.

You didn't answer him, your head was processing Shalnark's state and while it was happening he pulled you, hugging your chest and wrapping his arms around your waist.

"You always make everything difficult, how annoying you are" He blurted out, resting his ear on your chest.

You looked at him surprised, you didn't understand what was happening, you didn't touch him, you just stayed there.

"What happened?" You dared to ask him

"They are no longer..." Shalnark answered with a tired voice.

"Who?"

"Uvo and Paku"

You remembered them, once they came to see Shalnark, but you ignored them, from what he told you, they were friends for years, members of the Gen'ei Ryodan too.

But you didn't ask him more, you understood what he meant, but you didn't touch him, you just looked at him in silence, you wanted to enjoy seeing him sad, but, you couldn't.

"You will not say anything?" Shalnark asked, hugging your waist.

"I have nothing to say to you"

"Do you enjoy seeing me like this?"

"No, I'm not like you, I don't delight in other people's pain"

Shalnark was silent, he just continued hugging you, he wanted to calm down, even if you didn't comfort him, your mere presence managed to clear his mind of the pain of losing his friends, after all, even against your will, for him you were his girlfriend , your duty was to be there.

When he listen your heart he felt calm, now he beat calmly, his body relaxed when he felt your warmth and your smell, he loved you so much no matter what.

He was like a child when it came to you, you were his safe place, even if you hated and despised him, he loved you, he loved your mere existence near him.

For you, he was also like a child too, omitting the long list of crimes, many times, he just wanted your attention, he loved being on top of you, kissing you, hugging you and keeping you only for him, you knew you were precious to him.

But now, he was not the capricious and selfish child that always hovered around you, now he was a child in search of comfort.

You just sighed before wrapping your arms around him, pulling him to your chest.

"I'm here" you said with a calming tone.

You weren't like him, that's why you do that, you weren't a monster. You felt sorry, just that.

Shalnark only held you closer, relaxed in your arms, he loved you, he loved you so much now, it didn't matter if your comfort was a lie, he loved you so much more now, he was sure now that he would never let you go from his side.

You were born for him, you existed to belong to him, your body, your soul, your life, all of that was his and as long as he lived he wouldn't let anyone else have you.

"Shalnark?" You called him

He didn't answer you, when you saw him, he was fast asleep, with a smile on his lips and the trace of a couple of tears in his eyes. He was clinging to you, like a child to his stuffed animal and like so many times, you knew he wouldn't let you go until he woke up.

You sighed before calmly caressing his hair and resting your head on his, falling asleep little by little, although, for the first time, you didn't feel like you were sleeping with your enemy, you felt like you were sleeping with someone you wanted to take care of, no matter how inexplicable it was, at least seeing him vulnerable made you hate him a little less.

Thank you so much for reading my shit 🖤

#hxh #hunter x hunter #phantom troupe #shalnark #shalnark ryusei #genei ryodan #shalnark x reader #hxh shalnark #shalnark x you #hxh x reader #yandere shalnark #soft yandere #male yandere #yandere male #uvogin #pakunoda #fluff #comfort

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0asisbliss · 1 month

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May I please request another continuation to the family reunion ask?

Scenario: Machi, Pakunoda, and Shizuku (separate), and their kid(s). Their s/o forces all of them to go to family therapy.

S/o is basically asking the therapist, "doctor, how can I make my two favorite people in the world love each other again?"

And their kid (Mai, Haruto, Hana) are just looking at s/o, like "wtf dad/mom. I knew you had stockholm syndrome, but I didn't know it was this bad!!!"

Dividers by: johnkayano, and plutism

A/n: I love these requests there are so fun to do!🤍 NOT PROOFREAD.

PAKUNODA:

They needed to be together again regardless of everything. You loved them both, but refused to choose one of them over the other. Lucky you, you came up with a great idea. Therapy.

You told Pakunoda about it, and she thought it was a great idea. You thought about telling Hana, but in the end you knew she would make up an excuse, or just flat out tell you no. But then again you had another idea. Hana might’ve not liked her mother that much, and she made it obvious to the both of you. Regardless of that Pakunoda didn’t love her any less.

You had to her something different in order for her to agree to go with you two.

You told her that you all would go shopping. Of course Hana would say yes to that. Out of everything Hana loves shopping even if it’s with her messed up mindset mother.

You 3 started to journey to the “mall”. You tried to make conversation between your child, and you wife. Even though it was kinda awkward, and one-sided you made it clear that you wanted everyone to engage in conversation so Pakunods spoke up.

“I think this therapy session will go great!”

The car got awkwardly silent. Pakunoda realized last minute that Hana didn’t know. She observed her change in body language even though she didn’t say anything. It rest of the car ride was mostly quiet.

Upon arriving to the building you took a look around, and walked inside.

You sat down and took a deep breath. Once you understood that everyone was situated you started to express your thoughts.

You were so in the moment you let everything out.

“How do I get my daughter, and they love of my life to love each other as much as I love them?”

Hana gasped loudly. I mean she knew you were a bit out of your mind. This very session showing it, but the remark you just made, made her feel even worse than she did about the situation.

“Are you kidding?” Everyone stopped and looked at each other dumbfounded while you looked pleased with the question. Oh how oblivious you are.

MACHI:

At first she said no. Almost like she wanted nothing to do with her child, but no it wasn’t that. She was still upset, and wanted Mai to be aware of that. The thing that hurt her most is that she knew Mai didn’t care one bit. She wanted for you all to be a happy family more than anything. It was just you three after all.

You introduced the topic of therapy to her, and she didn’t want anything to do with it. Overtime she started to develop different feelings against your preachings of therapy. She finally agreed when you lied to her and said Mai said she wanted to do it. You even went as far to say that Mai was the one who started the idea and brought it up to you.

Now Machi was a little bit excited. It’s not that she doesn’t care about your opinion she loves you more than anything. She’s made that clear countless of times actually. Now you had to get Mai to go.

It wasn’t as hard as it was with her mother. Upon bringing up to Mai she said she would think about it and get back to you. She was in the middle of training so you thought to come back to her later.

A WEEK. Later Mai came back to say that she’ll go, but she had nothing to say. You took that because in your mind it was better than nothing.

You took the both of the to the session to ask your big question.

“How do I get the to love each other like they used too?”

Mai thought you were obviously out of your fucking mind.

“What the hell. Are just gonna act like-.” Mai cut herself off before continuing her sentence.

Mai stared at you sympathetically her parent was sick in the mind. You in this state makes her even more determined to get the negative energy out of your life.

SHIZUKU:

Oh she was suffocating your son. You found it adorable how he would run away from her hugs, and kisses. When you craved and adored every single one of them. It wasn’t until Haruto almost attacked Shizuku because of her constant smothering. Haruto means well. And you know that, and so does Shizuku. You had to make up your mind. Let Haruto continue suffering or call a family meeting to have a therapy session. You’re decided. You chose to call a family meeting.

They both decided to go to fix whatever they called a family. Haruto found some type of love in his heart for his mother. Even though he knew she did bad things, and he’ll never forgive her doing such despicable acts. She’ll always be his only mother in this life. Yes he has you, and loves you more than anything, but he also love his mother.

You took them both to the session, and sat them down. The therapist took a look at you and Shizuku and Haruto, and than back at you.

“Alright so here we go. Is there anything you all are open to talk about with me?” The psychologist asked obviously intrigued.

“I love my wife, and I love my son. They just don’t seem to get along.”

Haruto loved you he really did, but your showing him signs that your sick. All the things his mother has done not just to people, but also to you. Why were you like this. He looked disgusted.

That’s it for today lovelies! Thanks for this request! Have a good day/night, and remember to drink enough water and eat!🫶🏽🤍

#hxh x reader #pakunoda x reader #machi x reader #shizuku x reader #hxh x you #hxh imagines #yandere hxh #machi hxh #pakunoda

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animeyanderelover · 2 years

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How would some characters from Hunter x Hunter react to a clingy and insecure s/o who has been left by their partner for someone else?

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, paranoia, clinginess, manipulation, gaslighting, delusion, isolation, stalking, torture, death

Clingy and insecure s/o who was left by their partner

Gon Freecss

🎣Gon is a clingy boy himself so he is actually really happy to have a darling that is equally attached to him as he is to them. It only works in favor of his delusional mind. Why wouldn't he believe that you two are in a healthy relationship when you are so very glued to his side? It's incredibly sweet and only ends with him peppering his darling with kisses and hugs. The only downside is that he is pretty dense, he probably won't even notice for the longest time how deep your insecurities run and that there is a traumatic event behind your clinginess. Gon doesn't really see any need for you to be so shy and insecure, he views you as perfect and whilst he tries to cheer you up when you are sad, he doesn't see the bigger picture.

🎣Plainly confused when he hears what your problem is. Why would anyone leave an angel like you and cheat on you? It blows his mind though now at least he has an idea why you are rather quiet and insecure. It's obviously the fault of your partner, you did nothing wrong and he does feel encouraged that he is the better partner anyways. He can make you happy, Gon is sure about that. There is an increase in compliments and jokes he cracks to have you smile, he drags you out a lot more on dates outside to get you out of your shell. There is a chance that he happens to say something insensitive from time to time, still unable to understand why you would feel the way you feel because of the actions of an idiot. Regarding the idiot, Gon keeps that grin on his face but it just seems a little bit too bright, contrasting with the agitated aura surrounding him.

Killua Zoldyck

🪀Killua is touch-starved himself so he is glad that his darling is rather clingy themselves, though he won't make as big as a fuss about it. He tries to act cool yet it's obvious that he's a sucker for your clingy behavior. There is a mild fear that you might be intimidated by his status as an assassin so it's reassuring to know that you want him always near you. Yet Killua notices that you seem almost anxious when he has to leave, your attachment seems to be fueled by some sort of paranoia that he might leave you and your low self-esteem alarms him just as much. Despite noticing all of that, the white-haired male reaches a dead end, unsure how to approach that problem. How is he supposed to handle this?

🪀There is a dark glint in his eyes when he hears what has happened to you and there is this distinct feeling of guilt that he didn't know about it sooner. Your somewhat strange behavior suddenly makes sense and all of a sudden Killua glues himself to your side permanently. He won't leave you ever like that asshole did and in a way it's a thing of pride to prove to you right now that he's so much better. He won't say much but lets actions talk instead. Long cuddle sessions where he really only frees you from his grip when you have to go to the toilet, soothing back rubs and your favorite movies and video games where he either leans his head against your body or keeps you in his lap. Let's just pray that your partner is out of your life for good or Killua will guarantee that they pay for their sin of leaving you for someone else.

Kurapika Kurta

⛓️Kurapika is already overbearing and paranoid as it is under normal circumstances. So having his darling being so insecure, clingy and shy only worsens this condition since he seemingly goes crazy over them. He feels so much more protective and makes a huge fuss over his s/o, is barely able to leave them alone. He already suspects that there is a reason why you're so insecure and that thought agitates him already, gives him an uneasy feeling and he sort of pesters you to give him an answer. The Kurta doesn't really mind your dependence and clinginess that much since he can delude himself thanks to it but the idea of someone having hurt you and damaged you mentally infuriates him.

⛓️He doesn't say anything when you tell him but the change of eye color speaks volumes and you might have to hold him physically back from storming out the house. He's enraged with this scum of ex for leaving you and his heart partially breaks for you because they're to blame for your fear of not being enough. Kurapika is loyal beyond death so now that he knows that you fear that he might leave you as well has him growing more paranoid. He has sworn to be a lover who can protect you so he absolutely smothers you in his possessive love and affection afterwards, mutters that he'll never leave you and that you're perfect. It becomes physically painful to leave you alone since he knows that you're anxious. It's easy to talk himself into believing that keeping you locked away with only him being your social contact is the best for you and your partner is never heard of again.

Leorio Paradinight

🧳He's quite dejected when he sees your constant state of insecurities, your fear of him leaving you and low self-esteem. As someone who wants to be a doctor I dare to say that he actually seems to realize that something is wrong. His whole mood basically is affected by you so he seems to be down more than just once a day himself yet pushes through it in an attempt to be there for you and help you. It's already painful enough for him to see you thinking so lowly of yourself, especially since he's a woshipper. On the other hand Leorio doesn't want to be too pushy and force you into telling him if it makes you uncomfortable, he ends up asking around though. He wants you to be happy, not anxious.

🧳Ready to throw hands once he knows who is to blame for your misery and his darling has to hold him back as well or else he'll search for that guy and deliever a good punch. Leorio is not even able to comprehend the thought of leaving you for someone else and now that he knows your condition, his heart breaks even more. Nevertheless he is beyond determined to give you the love he deserves and goes out of his way to make you happy. From praising and complimenting you, showering you in physical affection and taking you out on dates to buy you your favorite food and gift you flowers and plushies, he does everything. If he has to humiliate himself a bit to see you smiling and laughing so be it. He avoids your ex like the pest though and if he does see him, he turns into a banshee with the insults and maybe punches he throws their way.

Chrollo Lucilfer

📖He reads his darling like a book so he absolutely notices their clingy and insecure behavior. Chrollo is without a doubt going to use that against his darling from a pretty early point on since he wants them to rely on him and love only him. It doesn't take a genius to realize that you've obviously made a bad experience regarding a relationship in the past and with the help of his members it is only a matter of short time before he knows what exactly happened to you. There is no interest to help you to establish your confidence once again, instead Chrollo will break his darling mentally down and plant the belief in their head that they only need him. It's fucking terrifying how easy this is for him with the situation at hand.

📖The leader is charismatic and charming throughout it all, lures his darling into a sense of security when with him. He adores the clinginess and will only worsen your fear to the point where you will end up begging him not to leave. He holds you close to him, lets you sit on his lap, reads books to you and will even let you wear his clothes if his scent helps you to calm down. It's no secret that he's greatly pleased with the way things evolve the way he wants them to do and your reliance on him has him going slightly reluctant to leave you at all even if he knows that you won't leave him. He coddles over his darling and the whole troupe ends up doting on you as well since you make their boss happy and they see you as part of their family. There is no denial that everyone is a bit overeager to take revenge on your ex and Chrollo will let them do so, torments them himself even.

Shalnark

📱He probably knows from the get-go what has happened to his darling in their past and there is no denial that he will use darling's vulnerable state against them just as much as Chrollo. He does his online stalking well after all. The knowledge he collects online is effectively used when he starts pursuing you with that sweet smile of his. Your favorite movies and likes so he can lure you closer to him even if you shy away, afraid to be hurt again. Shalnark knows what he's doing though and his sweet and doting affection soon wins over your heart and you're left with clinging onto him out of fear to be left again. Something the blond loves, he sucks up all the attention and affection you give him out of fear to be abandoned again.

📱He only gaslights you and just like Chrollo has no intention to help you out of your hole. Instead he only digs deeper. The whole situation fuels his delusions that he is some knight in shining armor and needs to protect you. Who else will love you like he can after all? Certainly not the dickhead that left you and with frighting ease he breaks down your already damaged defenses. You only need and want him, everyone else is unnecessary. Shalnark at least makes it a point to fulfill the role of the lovely partner in between all his manipulation. He showers you with kisses and affection and brings you presents every once in a while. There is always this sickenly sweet grin on his face when he holds you and tells you that you only need him and no one else. Meanwhile your ex is experiencing the worst time of their life since Shalnark doesn't want nor need them in his plans. Just die.

Pakunoda

💘She has a fairly healthy relationship with her darling yet is perceptive and sharp. There is little to no time where she figures out that you suffer from a crippling fear that she might leave you and a case of low confidence and naturally assumes that you had a bad experience. Pakunoda won't use the situation against you though since she's a fairly harmless and caring Yandere and would rather help you getting over your anxiety and help you. She is patient and sweet, willing to stay with you longer if she can yet she is worried that you might grow too dependent on her. Pakunoda doesn't force you to tell her instantly though, even if she could use her Nen-ability. She wants you to tell her because you trust her.

💘Listens silently to you when you decide to tell her and supports and comforty you instantly after. She keeps her composure aside from the small scowl that shortly flashes her face when she hears about how your previous partner left you for someone else. Rather than manipulating you, her main goal is it to restore your confidence and if you fear that she might leave you, she's willing to sit down with you and tell you why she loves you. Even if it takes her over an hour, she will have that conversation if it helps you. Her focus lies less in your partner, as long as they stay out of your life she'll let them be. If they do seem to want to torture you a bit, she will have a serious talk with them, mixed with warnings to stay away from you. Otherwise she'll channel all her attention into being there for you and helping you to restore your confidence and happiness.

#yandere hunter x hunter #yandere hxh #yandere gon #yandere gon freecss #yandere killua #yandere killua zoldyck #yandere kurapika #yandere kurapika kurta #yandere leorio #yandere leorio paradinight #yandere chrollo #yandere chrollo lucilfer #yandere shalnark #yandere pakunoda

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uvobreakmylegs · 1 year

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Psychopomp’s Lament: Chapter 1

chapter 1 of a vampire!Pakunoda x reader series i’ve been planning out for a while now. i hope everyone who reads enjoys it :D

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Warnings: fem!reader, mentions of death and gore, mentions of disease

Word count: 4.4k

A loud knocking on the wooden door of the room you were staying in woke you from your rest, the noise jolting you out of sleep. You groaned a bit as you pushed yourself up from the bed; it hadn't felt like you'd gotten a lot of sleep, and you couldn't help the annoyance in your voice when you called out a sharp “yes?”

“So sorry to disturb you, miss.”

You recognized the voice. It was one of the bar maids who worked for the inn. The brunette who'd been eager to chat with you the previous night. You had noted to yourself that you found her to be nice, although at the moment you didn't feel quite as warmly towards her as you had earlier.

“It's fine,” you said, although you hadn't been able to completely get the irritation out of your tone, “what is it?”

“You have a visitor.”

“What's their name?”

“He called himself Loupe.”

Hearing that name was like getting a bucket of cold water thrown onto you, and suddenly you were awake, your mind clear and all traces of your previous tiredness gone completely.

“Ah, I see. Tell him I'll be there shortly.”

The woman gave an affirmation, and then you heard her footsteps growing fainter on the wooden floors as she headed back towards the tavern area, where Loupe was no doubt waiting for you.

The night before you had fallen to the bed while still in your clothes, and though part of you had felt like a slob for doing so, you had been so tired that you didn't have the energy to remove them. At least that meant that you wouldn't need to take up any time getting dressed. After splashing some water on your face to freshen up and making sure that your hair wasn't too much of a mess, you exited the room and made your way to the dining area.

Loupe didn't strike you as the type to be strict when it came to one's appearance, but it was better to try and appear as though you hadn't just gotten out of bed.

He was your boss, after all.

You found him sitting next to a far wall when you entered. As you had come to expect from him, he was focused on a document he had in hand, no doubt double-checking over every detail of your next assignment before he passed it over to you.

He noticed you when you came closer, and he got up to greet you as he invited you to sit with him.

“Did you have a good trip, sir?” you asked as you sat in the seat opposite him.

“Oh, it was fine,” he answered, “have you eaten?”

“Not yet, sir.”

“Then perhaps we can discuss this over breakfast.”

Loupe Highland wasn't necessarily one of the most social people of the association – in fact, most of the higher rank Hunters could best be described as being strange – but after how long you had worked under him, you could safely say that he liked you. At least he liked you enough to make sure you ate first when he could've easily gone straight into whatever assignment you had been tasked with. He even went as far as to make some form of small talk.

“Is there any need for further supplies for the relief effort?” he asked.

“I don't think so, sir,” you answered between bites, “the majority of the illness appears to have been wiped out. If there are still some who are infected with the disease, I think most local healers will be able to take care of it without it becoming too much of an issue.”

“Good, good,” he said, nodding.

An outbreak of the plague was what had initially brought you to this region. A disease that had caught people by surprise, one that blackened the flesh of those unfortunate to become infected and spread until functionality of the limbs were lost and those blackened parts of the body became stiff and rigid. A great number of people had required amputation of some sort as the disease had spread far too quickly for medicine to be of any help.

You had been among those that the Hunter association had sent out to help with aid to the region. Bringing medicines and fresh bandages and whatever else the towns you visited needed. It was over a year ago that you had arrived, when the plague was at its worst. And now most of it had subsided, and you suspected that you were the only one still on standby in that region, with everyone else having moved on to other areas with other assignments, other problems that needed to be taken care of.

“Have you been assigned to this region for something, sir?” you asked.

“Missing people, as usual,” Loupe answered, “disease like that scatters people about as they try to escape it or they run from their loved ones for fear of giving them the illness, only for them to die somewhere out in the wilderness. But now that things have settled, I've been sent in to locate them. So their loved ones can know what their fate ultimately was, at the very least.”

“With how many areas were affected, I can only imagine that list of missing people is a large one.”

“You're not wrong.”

Loupe reached over to the seat next to him where his bag sat, pulling it up by the flap at the top and revealing what was inside. A thick stack of paper, the pages no doubt filled with the names of those who had gone missing since the plague began. At seeing that, you found that you definitely didn't envy your bosses' main job of dealing with lost and missing people.

“Since you mentioned it, I suppose this is a good time to bring up why I've met with you here,” he said, setting his bag back down and pushing his mostly empty plate aside. You sat up straighter when he reached for the documents you'd seen him holding earlier, and you copied his motion of setting the plate to the side as he handed you the pages. As you scanned over the paper, Loupe spoke.

“There's a mining town called Peijin within the East Gorteau region, and for months now no one has been able to make contact with anyone who lives there. No one living within the town has come out, and any who go to Peijin never come back. Quite a few merchants and tradesmen who've been eager to start business up again have gone missing after they set out for that town.”

You nodded as you listened and read the information before you. A mining town nestled between two mountains, with only one way in or out. The main export seemed to be fine metals and stones used for jewelry that sold at a high price. No wonder the merchants wanted to get business running up there again. They likely anticipated that the town would be desperate for their flow of resources to start up again and would sell those materials for far lower prices to get what they needed.

“Are we not aware of the current state of Peijin? Has no one been able to get close?” you asked.

“Two scouts were sent out to investigate after a report was filed,” Loupe said, “they are also missing. A third was sent, but he was given orders to survey the general area and to keep from approaching the town itself. He went as far as the edge of the forest path that leads to Peijin, and the only thing he could discern was a particularly strong odor that came from what he assumed was the direction of the town.”

“So we really have no idea what's going on with it?”

“I'm afraid not,” he said, then added “there's also reports of strange things happening within the surrounding region. People who are sick or elderly seem to be living beyond their expectations.”

You furrowed your brows.

“People living longer is an issue?” you asked.

“It is when people are stuck and in pain on their would-be deathbed but can't pass on to the next world,” he said.

Ah. That was what he meant.

“Sorry for that, sir.”

“It's fine. I can understand that it may not sound like a problem at first.”

The other pages of the report just went over what he had told you, although on the very last page you found there to be a list of deities that were worshiped within that region. You didn't recognize the names, which must have meant that the religion they were apart of was one on the smaller side. Some form of Paganism, it seemed. Something in you told you that this was important, and you made a mental note to do further research if you got the chance.

“When do I need to leave?” you asked.

“Preferably as soon as possible,” Loupe answered, “by tomorrow afternoon at the latest. In the event that the people of the town are still alive, the association doesn't want them to be left there. And although we've barred anyone from traveling to the town, I'm sure you know how effective that usually is.”

“People are going anyway.”

“Yes,” he said, “worried people who are scared for their loved ones who went to the town or are still stuck inside it. And then they go off to investigate for themselves and only add to the list of missing people.”

You looked again at a map that was among the documents, the town of Peijin and your current location clearly marked. You estimated that it would be a three day journey to get there on foot.

The town you were in had an extensive library, you remembered. Maybe there was a chance they would have more information on that region. Or perhaps a bit more on their gods.

“I think I'll leave tomorrow morning,” you told him, “I'd like to do whatever research I can before I leave.”

“That's fine.”

Setting the papers down in front of you, you looked back over to him.

“What will the association's plan be if I don't come back?” you asked.

“Then we'll know that it's a problem that can't be solved by an average Hunter and we'll send in a call for a single star Hunter at the very least.”

….. Oh.

“So what you're saying is if I die too, it'll be enough excuse to get the association to send someone more capable.”

“You're plenty capable.”

“But yes,” he admitted, “although I would like that to not be the case. It's bad enough that we've likely lost the two scouts who went in. It would be another blow to us if we lose someone like you.”

“I doubt there are many in the association who would agree with you on that.”

There was no mistaking the bitterness in your voice, and he frowned again.

Stupid, you told yourself. He's trying to be nice and you need to go ruin it by saying that?

The smile you gave him was weak, but you did mean it when you said “but I do appreciate you saying so, sir.”

“Yes. Well,” he began, “at least it should be nice for you to finally leave this area. Do something more then hand out food and medicine.”

“Handing out food and medicine is fine,” you said, “besides, I got to leave a few days ago on my last assignment.”

Loupe frowned again, his eyebrows furrowing as he asked you “what? What last assignment?”

You blinked at him, confused.

“Down in the village of Doli. I was sent a message ordering me to take care of a monster in the river there.”

“They sent you there without informing me?” he asked.

“I... I suppose they did, sir. I'm sorry,” you said, “I assumed you were aware.”

“No, it's not your fault,” he said, sighing and adding “the way things are handled at the association are not always right. Still, I'm not sure why they would send you without notifying me.”

“I assumed they sent me because I was the one closest to the area,” you told him, “and since the problem was something within my expertise, I suppose that was also a factor in their decision.”

“Mm. A river monster, you said?”

“Specifically a kelpie.”

Loupe's brows furrowed again as he tried to recall which one that was.

“Kelpie.... That isn't the seal person, is it?”

“No. The kelpie is a river spirit. Usually takes the form of a horse and lures its victims into the river.”

“And you settled the matter?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Have you finished writing your report on the incident?”

“Yes, I have it in – ah! I actually have it on me, if you'd like to look it over,” you said, reaching for the folded paper in your pocket.

“Please.”

Setting the pages he had given to you down, you reached into your pocket and pulled out the report you had finished up only last night. Though sleeping with it still on your person hadn't done it any favors as it was hopelessly crinkled. You tried to smooth the paper out, but there was little else you could do to fix it before you handed it over to him.

Loupe skimmed over the page, another frown quickly forming on his face as he read the contents.

“Five children drowned and eaten,” he said, shaking his head as he continued “how unfortunate.”

“Children tend to be the main target of that sort of beast,” you commented, “it has an easier time tricking them into trusting it.”

“Those sort of monsters always go after the weakest ones, don't they?”

You nodded in agreement.

He read down further.

“You say the children were dead before you arrived,” he began, “what happened with this old man that died after that point?”

He looked up at you in question.

You suspected there would be questions about that part, and you weren't excited to explain why you had failed to save someone.

“When I was fighting the thing,” you explained, “there was a man with a boy near the river. The boy had a dog with him, and when the poor thing saw the beast, it spooked and ended up running into the river. The boy ran after the dog, and the man ran after the boy.”

“And the kelpie noticed this?”

You nodded.

“It was bleeding out and desperate,” you said, “I think seeing those two gave it a second wind that I wasn't expecting.”

“I was only able to save the boy,” you continued, “the man's arm became stuck to the beast, and he drowned when it submerged again.”

“I see.”

The mood had now turned significantly grim, and as he read the rest of your report, you saw him try to contain a small sigh.

“Well,” he said, “at least you killed the thing.”

You nodded.

“Hopefully that town can have some peace now.”

He noticed when you frowned at that.

“Something wrong?”

“I think the association might want to avoid sending any of our personnel into that town for a while,” you told him.

“For what reason?”

“The families that had lost their children had been under the impression that they were still alive, and they were.... Not satisfied when I told them that there was no lair that the kelpie was keeping them.”

“And you're certain that they're dead?”

“Sir, I found rotting human entrails littered across the riverbank,” you said, “those five are gone.”

You could still see the angry faces of those parents when you informed them of that. When you told them that their children were no longer of this world and all that remained were the chewed up bits of organs on the sand. Rage and despair and hatred directed at you, the Hunter who was meant to save their young ones but couldn't do even that.

Loupe must've had an idea of the thoughts that were plaguing your mind based on what he said next.

“Try not to resent them too much,” he told you, “they're grieving. No parent wants to experience the death of their child.”

“I know.”

You were about to say something else, but paused when the bar maid walked over to the table to collect your empty plates, waiting until she had left earshot before you continued.

“They also felt that I should've been able to save the man as well as the boy.”

“I see.”

Placing the report down and clasping his hands, Loupe gave another small sigh, this time not bothering trying to hide it.

You knew there would be some kind of reprimand coming your way, but that didn't help the horrid feeling of anticipating it.

“I know you do your best,” he started, “and that is appreciated.”

“But things like that,” he continued, nodding towards your report “are what the association will focus on. For many in the higher echelons, a civilian dying while a Hunter is present is something that is unacceptable. And after the Ochima Pass incident, you don't need any more dead civilians on your record.”

You cringed a little at his last statement, although you had been wondering how long it would take for that to be brought up.

Ochima Pass was always mentioned whenever you had made some mistake.

He tilted his head towards you when you didn't answer.

“Is there anything you want to say?” he asked.

“I don't want to make excuses, sir.”

“Ah.”

It was quiet between the two of you for a few more moments, and then he sighed once more, pushing his glasses up as he rubbed the bridge of his nose.

“I'm sorry,” he said, “you already get such a hard time from everyone. I shouldn't be so harsh.”

He looked back down at the report once more, saying “six dead is unfortunate, but were it not for you, that town would still be suffering because of that thing. You did well.”

You offered a small smile.

“Thank you,” you said.

The tavern area had been fairly quiet up until now, just the two of you and a few other patrons that were quietly finishing up their breakfast. That changed when the front door burst open and a loud group entered, all chattering away and a few calling for drinks despite the early hour. Your gaze went to the group when you heard them, just as everyone else in the building had, but although the tavern's regulars looked at them with annoyance and thinly veiled disgust, you found yourself focusing on a woman in the group.

Her build was different and her skin was a tad darker, but what really stood out to you was her short hair that was a particular shade of blonde. She happened to glance over in your direction, and you saw the brown eyes that looked at you through the strands of her golden hair.

With Ochima Pass already on your mind, it wasn't hard for that sight to trigger a memory:

The darkness of the mountain was illuminated by the fires that still burned within the camp while the harsh wind rushed past the both of you, kicking up the white of the snow and red that had stained it. Blonde hair fluttered across the pale but bloodstained face of the woman who stood before you, and beneath the strands a pair of deep brown eyes looked at you, taking in your stiff form while you continued to stand uselessly. Then the color changed from brown to yellow, pupils dilating and a mouth full of sharp teeth opening up in a snarl as she suddenly surged forward-

You snapped your head away, suddenly finding the grain of the table to be fascinating to look at.

Your boss had noticed your reaction, and he understood when he saw the woman you'd been looking at. But he waited a few moments before he spoke next.

“When was the last time you saw that woman?” Loupe asked you.

“... Two years ago now.”

A lie.

“When you encountered her and another from her group, correct?”

You nodded.

“How many of the troupe have you seen in person by now?”

“Only – only two, sir.”

You pretended to cough when you stuttered and hoped that he didn't recognize that you had nearly given a different answer. The real number was three, but you feared that if that knowledge became known it would only spell more trouble for you.

“And how many times have you seen her?”

“Three,” you answered, “that first time in Ochima, the second shortly after I recovered from that, and the third two years ago, when the big one was going to crush my head with his foot.”

The real answer to his question was four, and yet again you kept that extra encounter to yourself out of fear.

“Seeing one of the troupe face to face three times,” he mused, “that's more than even the triple star Hunters have seen. Too often those that encounter the troupe never live to tell the tale.”

“I know.”

That was a fact that had been made quite clear to you from many of the association, and it was the source of the distrust and dislike that most had for you.

“I really don't know why I've managed to live through all of that,” you told him, “I should've died the first time I met her at Ochima.”

“We know that the troupe is cunning, and I have no doubts that they intend to use you for some plot of theirs,” Loupe said, “I know you don't need me to tell you this, but be careful if you encounter her again. She could be letting you live just to lull you into a false sense that she isn't a threat to you.”

You doubted that there were any plans that involved you. She probably just wanted something to play with.

But you kept that thought to yourself, just nodding at his words.

The chiming of a nearby clock signaled the changing of the hour, and with that, signaled the end of this meeting between the two of you.

“Well, I need to be going.”

With that, Loupe stood, gathering his bag and leaving enough coin on the table to pay for the meal. You had nearly forgotten why he was actually here; the mountain of lost people weren't going to find themselves.

“Until we meet again,” he said.

“I hope so, sir.”

Loupe paused. There was a sad look in his eye as he gazed at you, and he placed his hand on your shoulder as he spoke your name.

“You're a good person,” he said, “you just have extraordinarily bad luck.”

“That's one way of putting it.”

He patted your shoulder, continuing with “we'll see each other again. I know it.”

He began to walk away from the table, calling out to you “try to have this issue with Peijin end on a happy note.”

You nodded.

With that, Loupe exited through the door of the inn, and then he was gone.

You remained seated, your eyes following the patterns of the wood grain on the table in front of you. End on a happy note. It would be nice if you could deliver that, even though it seemed like an impossibility. Loupe likely knew that even as he said it, but he was trying to help you. Trying to make your outlook a bit more positive. Time had made you far too pessimistic as it wore on. Something that had begun early on in your Hunter career, and worsened every time a mission of yours ended on a less than satisfying note.

Loupe was correct. When he sent in that report for you, your enemies at the association would focus on your failure to save a single life. That would be the only thing they would read.

A happy end for the issue in Peijin would be a good way to try and offset that.

“So you really are a Hunter?”

The voice of the bar maid brought you out of your thoughts, and you glanced up to see the brunette looking at you with a certain amount of awe.

“Sorry, I heard little bits of your conversation,” she explained, “I kinda suspected that you were someone important when we talked last night, but I wasn't sure until I heard you two. That really was your boss? From the Hunter Association?”

“Yeah,” you answered, nodding.

She had a look on her face that reminded you of when you were younger. Back in your hometown, a Hunter had also lived and stayed there during their off-time. They were a local hero, and you and dozens of other children would listen to their every word with fascination as they told of their exploits during their travels. They had been the reason you had become a Hunter in the first place.

At hearing your words, she beamed at you.

“That's amazing that you can do that. I've heard that being a Hunter is hard, but it must feel so good to be able to travel around and help people like you do.”

Help people.

The last person you had helped had been that little boy, who had cried and squirmed in your grip after you had narrowly pulled him away from the snapping teeth of the kelpie. And the last person you had failed had been the boy's grandfather, whose arm had become stuck to the beast when he attempted to fight it off, and his eyes were wide with horror as he screamed for you to save him, to free him from that monster, to not let him drown.

His last moments in life were panicked and full of despair, his last breaths being used to scream at you before he was pulled beneath the dark water.

The boy you had saved was inconsolable, and he had been snatched away from you by one in a crowd of townsfolk who had come swarming out of their homes once they realized that the kelpie had gone away again.

And the townsfolk had cursed you, even after you had shot the kelpie full of your arrows and presented the body to them as proof that the deed was done. They blamed you for that man's death, even though you'd told them, you had told them that they all needed to stay away from the river. But you were the scum who was not only unable to save the lives of those lost children, but also needed to sacrifice an old man in order to do something as simple as killing a monster.

It must feel good to help people

You managed to fake a smile, nodding as you told her “yeah, it does.”

#reader insert #yandere #yandere hunter x hunter #hxh pakunoda #pakunoda x reader #yandere pakunoda #yandere x reader #yandere hxh #Pakunoda #loupe highland #x reader series

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Yan Phantom Troupe + Hisoka + Illumi / Darling Asking “What Am I To You?”.

Warnings: Yandere themes, stalking, kidnapping, implied violence, not SFW implications for Hisoka because he’s a creep (and a mention of M*lluki in Illumi’s section I’m sorry for your loss) and also for Nobunaga because he’s bleh, Nobunaga threatens to take out your teeth for biting him it's up to you whether or not to believe him, and manipulation.

Word Count: 4.5k. (literally how lmao)

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Chrollo

“Hm…” The sound goes on for much longer than what you would have liked or at the very most could handle without sneering, the crescendo in his voice rising and rising like tulips sprouting from soil. “Hm…”

His tone was barely a whisper at first, but it soon evolved like some hideous, god-forsaken species outcasted to a deserted island or planet. If you did not have your forks and knives taken away for trying to pick and cut off the cuff and chain attached to your ankle, a consequence from last week’s horribly executed escape attempt, you would threaten to stab your eardrums if he didn’t actually answer your question. But part of you thinks that he would only find it funny, and simply hum for twice as long as he has already planned to. Or would he be petty about it, and a second cuff and chain will appear on your ankle along with having your only friend, a silver spoon, taken away? With Chrollo, you do not think you will ever be able to fully tell.

“Please answer me,” You decide on responding with a musical note of your own, a drone. It seems to be the safest option, all things considered. You stare at the soup in front of you instead of at him, playing with the idea of counting the precisely cut vegetables and small rings of pasta. You would have entertained the thought of throwing the boiling bowl at him, but you now know that his speed is beyond what you could ever hope to achieve.

You would never get that far, would you?

You would have to wait until he is gone for the time being to even be able to step on the welcome rug by the door. You managed to convince him to finally buy you hairpins yesterday, and they are safely tucked away in the corner of the table next to your side of the bed, hidden underneath a pile of neatly folded silk pajamas until further notice.

“Well, what do you think you are to me?” He asks, brushing his foot against yours underneath the dining table. It takes everything in you not to move your chair away. That would only make things worse, wouldn’t it? Or would this just further make him see you as an adorable little thing because he knows you would not get that far, not with the cuff and chain on your ankle and the several locks on the door and him here right in front of you?

Again, you cannot tell. When can you ever? Could anyone ever read him, you wonder?

His porcelain dish is already empty, with but a few drops of red broth and a few herbs swirling about. He moves his chair forward and gently grabs your hand, his thumb massaging circles into your palm. You don’t know whether or not to answer his question.

This life is like a torturous game of chess, and you aren’t a player at all. It is up to Chrollo to decide whether or not you are worthy of being a pawn or queen or king, and where you go.

Is this all you will ever be?

His fingers rise to your cheek as he stands up, the touch so light it is hard to decipher the intentions of it. Comfort? Ownership? A statement?

Without thinking, you shut your eyes and lean into it. You coo. You coo like a dove, a baby bird, something so small and fragile in the face of a predator that wants nothing more than to take off its wings so it can never fly away. Perhaps the predator in question is the parent of the chick, never wanting it to leave the nest and explore the big, scary world.

Is this all you ever will be? A helpless, silly little thing stuck way up high with no way down, something cute and small that needs to be protected and cared for because they cannot take care of themselves?

You finally look up at him and he leans in then. He coos back at you, and you want to go back to closing your eyes and trying to stop hearing whatever he will say as a response to your refusal to answer. But you can’t.

So, you think of an answer, something that would make him happy but also not have you speak too long because you don’t want to speak at all. You just want this to be over with, you just want Chrollo to for once respond to your question instead of rebutting with one of his own.

You don’t have a choice, as always.

“Something to possess,” Your voice is soft and hoarse because you never use it aside from when you cry. “Something… someone to keep for your pleasure and your pleasure alone.” He coos again. It is sweet and sticky and latching onto you like thick honey or candy.

“You’re halfway there.” There is an unspoken praise in the air, one so nectarous it’s suffocating and you almost can't breathe. It is like Chrollo’s hands are on your throat, squeezing and squeezing until you pop like a balloon. There is no escape.

He turns and gets his fingers off your face, but the feeling of freedom is quickly taken away by the sound of Chrollo’s footsteps approaching you.

“I suppose I see you as both above and below me at the same time.” He says. You want to run but he’ll catch you in no time before you could even execute the idea.

He is behind you now, grabbing your arms and tugging as your chair squeals and squeaks like a lamb cornered by one who will soon sell its tender meat. You want to scream like one because you too are cornered by someone who will never let you out of here alive.

One of his hands smoothly moves up like you are a violin, lightly pinching your chin and forcing you to look up at him. You just hope there is no encore after this. You hope that in the future there are no such things and that he will just answer your questions and be done with it, but that is so foolish of you, isn’t it?

“You are human and have humanity,” He murmurs, his eyes wider and more intense than you ever had seen them before. “And I would love nothing more than to steal that away.”

Nobunaga

“You’re so silly, you know that?” You recognize the rhetorical nature of the question and choose not to answer. This causes Nobunaga to toy with the thigh-high socks he insisted you wear after returning from another day of thievery.

Every time you tried to express yourself verbally, you were met with a laugh, a gentle touch, an embrace, a peck, or... something far more dreadful than any of those gestures. You preferred to steer clear of that type of affectionate act for as long as you could, even if it meant just a few days. It would be a noteworthy achievement. Of course, Nobunaga's libido would never wane, as he shows no mercy unintentionally to you and intentionally to anyone else in his life.

The way your food is placed on pink plastic plates with little sections of where to put vegetables and where to put a small dessert for a job well done of eating all the food, which is always raw or burnt to a crisp. The pastel frilly clothes you’re forced to wear always show too much skin. The threat to remove most of your teeth if you bite him again. The way he keeps touching your thighs, pinching and groaning and-

Nobunaga never answers your question, resuming to hand-feed you some severely undercooked cookies he baked himself. Well, you scooped the dough at least, and that’s the most you’ll ever do in the kitchen while you are held captive.

Still, raw cookie dough is better than burnt in your opinion.

Just like delusional Nobunaga is much, much better than angry, heartbroken Nobunaga.

Your broken pointer and middle fingers are proof of that.

Feitan

“...”

He blinks; once, twice, thrice… and then you stop counting. It’s pointless anyhow, he is most likely not going to answer your question yet again.

As anticipated, Feitan walks away wordlessly, descending to his basement without a single step on the stairs being audible.

Just as you believe he has vanished, he creeps up from behind, clutching an object in his palms, causing you to nearly shriek. He would find amusement in that if you did. Whenever you engage in any action he deems foolish, he chuckles. It is the closest semblance of happiness you have witnessed from him, his snickering.

“...Here.”

With trembling hands, you accept the concealed object from his grasp.

“...Well?” Feitan asks, raising his eyebrow, his coat hiding what is most likely a smirk of some kind. “Like it?”

Huh? It's... a ring, from a fancy jewelry shop that you had been setting aside money for. This shop happened to be the priciest in the city you grew up in, with all of its items being highly sought after.

“I do.”

Happiness is like the rarest star in the universe to you now, and you will never let it go, now that you have it once again.

“...Glad.”

After a few moments of silence, Feitan is the one who speaks again as you stare at the jewel’s beauty.

“Do you want the finger that came with it?”

(machi, hisoka, phinks, shalnark, franklin, shizuku, pakunoda, bonolenov, uvogin, kortopi, and illumi under cut!)

Machi

Somehow, Machi’s posture becomes even more tense. But it does not stop her from still pouring the pot of instant ramen into your plate, though hers remains empty.

In silence, she puts some edamame, still cold from the fridge, on top, along with some spinach and carrots.

With her bare hand, she pulls out one of the soft-boiled eggs from the bowl of ice water, rolling it on the table until its shell cracks and she takes it off. She then, along with the egg and vegetables, puts some seaweed on top.

When you lean in closer to the utensil drawer, Machi opens it before you can.

She doesn’t ask you which chopsticks you want. She already knows your favorite one by now. The wooden ones with purple handles with white rabbits on them. Hers are plain.

She puts yours in one hand and your food in the other, walking to the kitchen table and putting both down. It’s winter now, and so she makes you drink tea nonstop and thus has a cup of it in front of your chair too.

“…Do you think I hate you?” Her voice, while still cold, has an emotion in it this time; worry. “I don’t, I really don’t. I promise you.” With that, she cracks the other boiled egg and puts it into her empty bowl. “I promise.”

You feel horrible for asking. You just wanted to know. You never know what she is thinking, that is why. But you feel horrible. Now she does too. Both of you, here, in silence, pondering whether or not the other despises you.

“I know, I just… wanted to make sure.” You don’t know if you are lying, and neither does she.

She takes good care of you. But she also ties you up when she has to leave, and one time she had to take out the syringes when you got too aggressive.

So what exactly are you to her?

Hisoka

Hisoka, still standing over your sitting form, puts his right hand on you, squeezing it just barely enough for it to sting.

“Aw, come on [First], lighten up.” If it were possible, with his words Hisoka grows twice as large as he was before he said anything. “I still have lots to teach you.” He chuckles as his long nails, sharp enough to be daggers or a ferocious beast’s teeth you think, dig further into your shoulder. The message is clear. You’ll never be rid of him, as much as you try to.

Even now, when you move to a secluded village on the other side of the country, for just the slightest chance he would leave you alone.

Your basket of berries and herbs is still next to you, a reward for all the foraging you did just before Hisoka showed up again.

“I did your leaf-in-water test already for you.” Just before you ran for the hills, you finally gave into Hisoka essentially begging you to test what kind of Nen user you are, claiming that you were now his pupil. “The water tasted sweet. I’m a Transmuter. That’s what you wanted to know. There is nothing else you can do for me, you know I am no fighter.”

Hisoka nods, and you think that this is it. Maybe he will finally leave you alone and you can go about your life without knowing anything else about Nen. But instead, Hisoka sits next to you on the grass.

He takes a berry from your basket and squeezes it between his fingers before it turns into a sticky mush.

It’s red.

“I know, but there are other things I can indeed teach you, can’t I?”

You don’t want to know what he means, you don’t want to know what he wants to do to you, but before you can stop him he is already on top of you, pushing you behind the bush you were picking rose petals from. You kick and scream at him to let go and cry, but he, as always, is so much stronger than you’ll ever be.

“This will hurt for a bit, but I promise you’ll feel very good, and you’ll want more.”

Phinks

Phinks stops pressing the buttons on the remote and stops reading the little synopsis on each of the shows he was thinking about watching with you, or each of the movies. You were not paying attention, instead looking at your fingers and playing with the dry skin by each nail.

He sets it aside, placing a hand on the back of his head and gently scratching. His gaze falls to the floor, and you follow suit.

He exudes nervousness. This comes as no surprise, as Phinks has always been one to shy away from openly displaying his romantic desires, as odd as it were to you when you were first brought here.

“Uh. Why do you ask? Isn’t… it kinda obvious? Um… you know I’m not exactly cut out for all this sappy bullshit… I… I… Um. Just… just forget it, okay? Just know that I see you as my partner… Wait, oh God, that sounds so bad…”

He keeps stuttering as he tries to explain everything. But, as funny as it would have been if you had known him outside of being your stalker and now current captor, his words only make you feel more hopeless.

Shalnark

He puts down his phone and stands up from his armchair. You’re in your pajamas, the fluffy pastel pink ones, standing in the doorway to Shalnark’s office area, where there are many computers and such on the walls and his large desk.

“Aw!” He murmurs, then gently pinches your cheeks upon approaching. He playfully rubs his nose against yours. Trying to distance yourself, instantly regretting seeking an answer of any sort from him, yet as always, his overpowering strength prevents any escape.

“C-Come on, Shal…” The nickname sometimes works when you ask for some dessert or a game of some kind, so maybe it will work in a situation like this too. “I wanna go to bed.” You nearly whine as he stretches your cheeks out further.

“But I still haven’t answered your question, sweetie!” He exclaims.

“F-Forget it.” You mutter, looking to the side. “It’s fine. Really. Get back to work.”

But he does not let go.

“Let me answer! Hmm… you’re so cute, like a kitten. You sure snuggle against me in bed like one!” Shalnark chuckles, and you can smell a mix of coffee and oranges in his breath. “So maybe… that’s the best analogy for it?” Some mint too. “Something to cuddle with? Something to keep safe.” He boops your nose. “Something too silly and adorable and airheaded to live on their own.”

You’re not sure if his words are supposed to hurt you or cheer you up.

“Yeah, I think something like that works!” After what seems like an endless amount of time, Shalnark releases his grasp on your face. “Just look at you.”

“O-Okay.” You murmur, turning away and attempting to make a beeline for the bedroom, regretting ever opening your mouth. “Sorry for asking. Good night-” Shalnark grabs your arm, making you stop moving before you even start.

“Come on, cutie! Spend some time with me. We can even play Wild World together again!”

He points to your 3DS, a rose gold color, and then to his, which is dark violet and covered in stickers referencing popular memes he saw on the internet. At least he has never made you see some particularly gruesome scene in the horror games he plays late at night out of impulse.

Franklin

As your words hang in the air, a silence so profound that you begin to question if he even registered your message, you find yourself fixating on your unfinished meal. Contemplating the merits and drawbacks of broaching the topic once more versus letting it go, you suddenly hear him put his cup of coffee down with a clatter as he almost slams it by accident.

“Where did this come from?” He asks. His tone almost seems concerned, you think, concerned for how you think of him when he is always so quiet or concerned for how you think he thinks of you, that one day he will simply not come back and find someone else more willing.

Franklin does not seem angry, not that he ever was. He is trying to appear neutral, to not scare you, like you were some sort of stray cat who he has yet to earn the trust of.

Though you don’t bite or scratch, you do hide from him.

“I… just want to know why you did all… this.”

Your eyes go everywhere, from the pots of plants he brought you recently by the barred windows to the blinking light above the stairs he promised to fix soon to Frank Herbert’s Dune laid across the couch next to your blanket.

“Franklin, since you claim to care about me… why can’t I go outside and be free?”

After a few more moments of silence, you look up at Franklin. He looks remorseful almost, from his visible frown to his eyes almost being closed to the way he does not look at you. Something akin to pity blooms in your chest.

“...Because unfortunately for both of us, I am… selfish, and you are too much for me to lose.”

Just like that, the pity dies similarly to the vase of flowers in the middle of the table.

Shizuku

You don’t know whether or not she will respond while knowing what you are and what she is. A captive. A captor. But you doubt it because every time she comes back she thinks you are here of your own volition and that you love her just as much as you know her.

Sometimes, you wish that you did, because whenever she sees you she looks at you like you were a gift that she had wanted for years.

Sometimes you wish that you did because that would make things oh so much easier for you. She sometimes forgets you are here, sometimes still goes to your actual home, and panics when she sees you are not there.

Shizuku merely chuckles, hugging you tighter. Perhaps she even forgot the slap she inflicted upon you earlier today for daring to say that you hate her, making you fly across the room.

“My love of course, silly!” Sometimes you hope that one day you will forget everything too because you envy Shizuku for never being cautious.

Pakunoda

“[First]...” Pakunoda’s eyes meet your own, one of her hands holding onto a chocolate-covered strawberry from the box she just got. Her other has a presence above one of your own, a presence so light you hardly recognize it is there.

She looks regretful and concerned.

The look fills you with so much guilt you immediately apologize and put the back of your head on her lap once again. It always works.

“You do know I care about you deeply, right, beloved?” Her long nails glide over your hair, making you close your eyes to calm yourself. You hope that look is gone because you aren’t sure how much longer you can take it before you break under its pressure fully. “I really do.”

You know she does, but it does not make the first days of your capture, which feels like an eternity ago, feel any less real, as much as Pakunoda denies the more horrifying parts of it all.

“I know, Paku.”

She smiles at the nickname.

The strawberry approaches your mouth, and you bite into it. Dark chocolate, you think this one is. Pakunoda loves her strawberries, but she loves parfaits just a little bit more. Maybe, to get her to forget your question, you can ask her to get some and feed them to her.

Soon, you fall asleep. Pakunoda opens her book back up after closing the box of sweets.

With one hand she caresses your hair, and in the other, she turns the pages of her novel. She loves evenings like this.

“I love you…” She murmurs, brushing some of your hair out of your face. “One day… you’ll love me too, fully, right?”

Half asleep, you agree without thinking. Once again, she smiles.

Bonolenov

With a sigh, he turns his head, momentarily interrupting your question. However, he quickly resumes dancing before you, delighting in your observation of his favorite pastime. Although you are unsure of the specific style of dance he is performing, you are confident that Bonolenov will soon enlighten you, taking the opportunity to boast about his expertise in this particular art form.

Listening to his animated explanations is always entertaining. His frequent rants make you feel as though he is a close friend rather than your captor if only that were true. Despite the circumstances, he treats you with kindness and respect. He believes that housing you in his home is an honor and privilege, a sentiment for which you hold some gratitude.

“A lover, because I do love you. You are simply wonderful to be around, after all.” In an alternate existence, were he not involved in criminal activities such as theft, kidnapping, stalking, and multiple murders, you might have developed an affection for him. This is due to your awareness of his deep affection for you and the kindness he exhibits towards you.

So you say such.

Bonolenov stays silent for a little while after that, along with the dancing that he often enjoys doing. Instead, he gazes through the windows, adorned with steel bars, and tenderly places small tokens that he knows bring you joy upon the table in the kitchen.

Uvogin

“Huh?”

Uvogin stops punching the claw machine, turning to you. It’s a mess, all because you said you wanted a corgi plush from it. But is it your fault, when you wanted to win it fair and square?

Maybe it’s not. Maybe it is. You know Uvogin is never one to have coins in his pockets. But, then again, he always seemed to have money when he was placing bets with Troupe members, especially with that Nobunaga person.

He seems confused, albeit he is hiding it behind a smirk. In one of his hands, covered in little shards of glass, is the stuffed animal you wanted.

“Come on, [First]!” He laughs, delusionally proud of himself. “I’m your boyfriend!” He wasn’t, but you would never voice that.

“...I-I know. But still… Do you like me?” You make an effort to convey your thoughts in the most diplomatic manner possible, being cautious not to provoke Uvogin's anger. Despite never having witnessed Uvogin's wrath, you remain steadfast in your desire to avoid it at all costs.

His smile widens.

“Of course I do!”

He presents you with the cuddly toy, having meticulously removed all the splinters of glass embedded within it.

“Do you really?” You ask, thinking of the time he threatened to break your legs if you ever attempted to run away from him again. He wasn’t even angry as he said the threat.

At another one of your questions, Uvogin says yes. But does he really? Or are you just something to hoard?

Do you really want to find out, you wonder?

Your heart tells you you don’t.

Kortopi

He turns his head, confused. It is one of the few expressions you can decipher from Kortopi because of the many strands of hair covering him. At the sight, you bow your head down.

He steps forward, and you step back.

He stops moving. So do you.

He retreats. You don’t speak for the rest of the day. You were used to it though. Kortopi hardly ever talks to you, but you don’t think he means it to be rude.

“Everything.” He mutters, standing above your bed. You sleep so peacefully, something you never were when you were awake. “You are everything.”

Illumi

Gently, he puts his teacup down with a little clatter of the saucer as he does so.

“Do you think I see you in a bad light, [First]?”

You simply look down at your teacup, smelling the lavender and chamomile to try to calm down a bit before answering Illumi.

The query has plagued your mind for an extended period. The exact duration remains elusive, as the days have merged into an indistinguishable blur. No matter your actions, pain will be inflicted upon you by someone, regardless of your conduct. Perhaps it will be Illumi's mother, administering a slightly sublethal, tasteless toxin with a syringe. Or it could be Illumi himself, subjecting you to days of confinement in a food and water-deprived closet. Regardless of your behavior, the inevitability of suffering looms.

With the intent of prolonging your exposure to the morning birdsong and granting yourself additional time in the garden, you opt to respond.

“N-No.” You lie. “You… keep me around to be molded into your perfect spouse, I know that, it is just… just…”

His smile sends chills down your spine, surpassing even the terror of Illumi's younger brother once launching into a lewd tirade about you in your presence.

“That is all there is to it; nothing more, nothing less.”

You sip the tea finally, and the burning sensation in your throat does not bother you anymore.

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skyyletai · 4 months

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if Pakunoda were a man, then she would be a thousand times better than Chrollo, Hisoka, Illumi, Pariston, Nobunaga, Uvogin, Feitan, etc.

#hunter x hunter #hxh #phantom troupe #hxh pakunoda #yandere hxh

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lliminall · 2 years

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yan!phantom troupe and annoying things they do during sex

enough dick riding it’s time to clown on these hoes

tags: NSFW/MDNI, she/her reader, yandere but some of these could read as non-yan tbh, dubcon, anal, public sex, oral (female receiving), awkward sex lmao

chrollo

now y’all listen…I know we all love to think of chrollo as a sex god, and I like to think of him as being very skilled in bed too, but this man is still human and I’m prepared to roast the shit out of him for it

chrollo is good at sex. he certainly thinks he knows your preferences better than you do, and infuriatingly, he’s got the skill to back it up more often than not. but when he does get it wrong….oh lord he gets it wrong

it’s not even anything particularly egregious. maybe you’re lubed up and dripping wet and he’s just having a little more trouble staying on your clit than usual. typical man behavior but what makes it unbearably awkward is that he doesn’t seem to recognize that he’s struggling.

you two have been going for a while, and fuck he’s worked up, and his fingers just can’t quite find that perfect spot. I see him doing that thing where he’s rubbing your left lip and you try to move his hand to your clit, but he moves it back and says something like “no, you can take it.” sir….wtf do you think I’m taking lmao. he’s so confident in it though that you can hardly find it in yourself to correct him. maybe it’s best if you just let him have this

I think there would also be this constant sense that he wanted something out of you from this, beyond the sex, but he would never voice it outright. he wants a deep, genuine intimacy from you, and he feels like the better he can fuck you the more inclined you’ll be to grow real feelings for him. your life with him can’t be that bad if he makes you feel so good, right? he’s so attentive and considerate in bed, and he could give you all of that everyday if you would just let him

he would almost use it in a pavlovian sense, coaxing you into letting him give you an orgasm whenever you’re irritated with him, so you start to shove down those feelings of animosity in anticipation of his touch. he’s an asshole lmao and when you catch on to what he’s doing, it’s going to taint every future sexual interaction you have with him. he craves genuine intimacy from you but isn’t capable of giving it himself. you can never really appreciate his gestures of affection because they’re all self-serving and manipulative.

pakunoda

reads your mind like she owns the rights to it and I don’t know about y’all but that’s basically my worst nightmare lmao. she’ll ask you what you’re into with a hand on your shoulder and now she knows about all of your embarrassing kinks and fantasies. she will absolutely use it to her advantage in bed as well

I think she could also use this to blur the lines of consent just a bit, in certain circumstances. she’ll run her fingers down your arm, asking you with little subtlety if you’d like to join her on the bed, and you can refuse but if your memories tell her that you were sort of into it the last time she tried, she’ll use it as an excuse to keep pushing you. gently, of course. she would never dream of outright forcing herself on you, she’s just…coaxing. manipulatively. with information about your sexual preferences that you never wanted her to be aware of to begin with

if you’re unaware of her nen ability I think it would be unnerving, the way she’s so in tune with your innermost thoughts and desires. she could use this to her favor, setting herself up as the person who was made for you, a soulmate almost, with the ability to understand you and love you more deeply than anyone else possibly could.

if you do know about her nen ability, it would put you in a near constant state of anxiety. you can’t hide anything from her. you have virtually no privacy. every little touch from her is going to have your mind racing, reading into every question she asks you for possible memories it could dig up that you do NOT want her to know. in this circumstance, I don’t think she would use her ability so often, because she wouldn’t want you to be constantly on edge around her, but the fear would still be there.

feitan

he’s sadistic and an asshole and self-serving and rough. I could write a dissertation on all the ways sex with feitan could potentially suck lmaooo but I’ll try to narrow it down here. I think we’ve all seen plenty of content about his tendencies for sadism in sex, so I’ll try to think a bit out of the box for these

he’s quiet. very quiet. you could be giving this man that power wash 3000 sloppy toppy and the most noise you’ll get out of him is like, some heavy breathing and the occasional grunt. sir how am I supposed to know if I’m doing well or not?? I love writing him as a dirty talker but I feel like unless he was doing it to tease or degrade you he wouldn’t have much to say

I think, especially in a situation where he and darling have been together for a while, he would put real effort into making it feel good for you, too. not only as a display of dominance, proving that he can have his way with your body and pull whatever reactions he wants from you, but also because you look so, so good squirming and making those sweet faces under him

this is where things have the potential to get awkward, because when feitan is putting in genuine effort, there’s the potential for him to fail, and failure is vulnerability. and feitan does not do vulnerability.

I think a prime example of this would be if he were to go down on you. eating someone out is such an intimate gesture. if you’ve ever had someone go down on you but they weren’t quite good enough to get you off, you know how awkward it is to pull them back up to your face and convince them to just try something else lol. this is not something you could do with feitan.

telling feitan that what he’s doing isn’t working for you is almost never a good idea, especially when he’s already putting himself out there by trying to do something nice-ish for you. it would embarrass him a little bit, and it would reinforce the idea he had when he first went yandere for you, that the best way for him to deal with his feelings is by exerting total dominance and ignoring any impulse he has to show you a more affectionate side. you can’t hurt him if he never shows you his soft spots.

so just play into it until he figures out what really gets you going. unless he explicitly tells you to show him what feels good for you, you’re better off faking orgasms and taking care of yourself in the shower later. it’s not all bad; he’ll be in a much better mood and eventually it may even encourage him to try being nicer outside of the bedroom. I hope you’re a good actress lmao

machi

this poor woman is tsundere to the point of self sabotage. obviously she must like you because otherwise she wouldn’t keep you around constantly, but she can NOT tell you that or make any sort of gesture that would make it obvious, at least not in the beginning. it’s just a little intimidating for her. to be honest you might have to be the one to suggest sex, because otherwise it will take her ages to work up the courage to risk being rejected by you

the actual act of sex will have you wondering if you ever should have brought it up to begin with because…she can not relax into it. in a normal relationship I don’t think she would be so intimidated by it, but in a yan relationship she is hyper aware of the disparity in power between you

she doesn’t expect you to ever genuinely return her feelings, even though she desperately wants it, and she’ll be second-guessing everything that happens leading up to and during the act. do you really want her like that? are you just doing it because you think it’s what she wants? I mean, she does, but not at the expense of your full and willing consent. are you doing it to manipulate her? to butter her up to something? she can’t pull herself out of her head long enough to just enjoy it

on the bright side I think this would cause her to develop a preference for eating you out. laying you out on your back and sinking to her knees would keep you from seeing her face, allowing her to almost hide from you. so you can’t look through her. can’t see the conflicting impulses flit through her expressions. it also gives her a perfect view as your hips roll and your lips part in pleasure, so she can take in all of those beautiful sights and sounds with little vulnerability on her end

shalnark

he’s selfish lol. I do think he would enjoy getting you off, but his pleasure is first priority. in the beginning of your sexual relationship he would diligently bring you to orgasm every time you slept together, because he wants you to eventually be the one coming to him for sex. it took so long to talk you into it in the first place, he does not want to undo all of that work by fucking up and not making it enjoyable for you

as you both get used to it though, he would get comfortable with getting himself off and then flopping over and falling asleep if you didn’t manage to come in the time it took him to finish. not that he would do it every time, but still. asshole

I also think he’s one of the kinkier members of the phantom troupe, and if your kinks don’t happen to align with his then tough luck lmaooo he’s getting what he wants one way or another. I think he would enjoy dressing you up in super feminine lingerie. the guy’s a gamer and you can NOT convince me he isn’t at least a little bit into the cat girl aesthetic

If you happen to like the maid dresses and cat ears and collars with the little bells, then boy you two are going to get along well, but if it’s not your thing you aren’t going to have much fun slipping it on anyway and putting on an act for him. if you do it well enough he’ll eat you out though, so there’s some motivation

anal? I think anal. I think he’d at least want to give it a shot. he wants to claim every hole you’ve got to offer at some point. depending on the mood he’s in though, he may not have the patience to stretch you out well enough before sliding his cock in, and taking a dick up your ass while underprepped is not a fun time

he wouldn’t want to make you cry or anything, he still wants you to enjoy sex with him, but he would also expect you to be tough enough to deal with a certain amount of pain until you relaxed enough to enjoy it. he is such a prick

phinks

the man is obnoxiously horny. unbearably horny. his hand is on your ass 24/7. you could just be unloading the dishwasher, standing on your tiptoes putting up plates, and you turn to look over your shoulder and see him staring at the space where your shirt has lifted up and exposed the lines of your hips and the dimples on your back. bricked up in .6 seconds over nothing I stg

in his ideal world you would be just as horny as he is, but the average darling will just not be able to keep up, and so a lot of your sessions will just be him fucking you hard and fast to get himself off without taking up too much of your time. he does want you to come, but he also doesn’t want to rub your clit raw.

I could see him getting into thigh-fucking as a necessity because of this, he’s a strong dude and when you’re too sore from last night to give him anything more in the morning, the man learns to make do

I think he’d have a thing for risky sex. semi-public stuff like asking you to suck him off in an empty parking lot, fingering you under the table in the back of a restaurant just after rush hour. he wouldn’t force you into it if you were uncomfortable, but he would still tease you with it because he thinks it’s funny to get a rise out of you. sliding his hand up your thigh until you swat at him and glare before frantically looking around at the tables next to you to see if they noticed.

unrelated to sex but on the topic of pissing you off for fun, he’d also 100% dutch oven you. pinning you under the blankets and cackling like a bastard while you gag and claw for freedom. I hate him lol

shizuku

I think a lot of sex with her would be very self-serving. it’s not that she doesn’t care if you come, it’s just that she gets so in her head sometimes that she forgets to worry about making you feel good, too. if you want to come consistently with her, you’re going to have to put in the work yourself. she’s just a little bit of a pillow princess

I see her as having a relatively low sex-drive as well, so if she doesn’t get you off it may be a while before you have a chance to try again with her. she would climax every time you slept together though. she isn’t one for the “sex is about the journey not the destination” philosophy lol, she’s in it to get off. now if only she would apply that same line of thinking towards you…

is so direct with her dirty talk it feels almost clinical. maybe it couldn’t really be called dirty talk at all lol. “spread yourself open. how many fingers do you want?” “come over here, I want you to go down on me. actually, just lie on your back. tap me if you need to breathe.”

uvogin

I know it’s fun to read about taking guys with huge 8 inch schlongs and getting absolutely wrecked but y’all…it’s average dick supremacy in this house. you know how tiring it would be spending ages stretching yourself out and working up to take this man’s dick? who’s got the timeee as an occasional thing I get it but dude…on the regular that would get old real fast 😭

and I do think he would want to take the time to stretch you out. he’s another yandere that wants you to genuinely want him, and because of his strength he’s also worried that if he doesn’t take the time to prep you, he could accidentally hurt you. the upside is that with the amount of foreplay you two will be doing, he’s going to get very familiar with your body very fast

another man who’s constantly horny. slapping your ass, pinching your tits, pressing his hips into you from behind and cupping your crotch. maybe that sounds like something you’d be into, but I think it’d get annoying at some point. like sir…you’re just gonna stand there and squeeze my ass while I’m trying to cook us dinner? at least pick up a knife and start chopping this celery ffs

he’s also a little bit condescending about it? he likes the obvious power imbalance between you two. he likes the way you squeak and scramble to catch your balance when he hooks an arm between your legs and hoists you up onto his shoulder with no warning. it’s cute. you’re so helpless. and if you try to tell him off, even better! it’s like watching a kitten flash it’s claws at him, but instead of throwing you some cat treats and scratching behind your ears it just makes all the blood rush to his dick

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