Could You Do A Loona X Monster Hunter Reader? (Think Like Supernatural Type Hunter Of Demons And Such

Could you do a Loona x Monster Hunter Reader? (Think like Supernatural type Hunter of demons and such where they know *how* to kill things but are still human) that's enemies to lovers?

If not that's cool! Hope you have a wonderful day! :D

𝙹𝚞𝚍𝚐𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝

𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝟑 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝟑 𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐰𝐨𝐰. 𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲, 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞!

𝐓𝐖: 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.

"Shoot at that thing, for god's sake!"

White and black figures ran through the tense pine forest one of them took shots with a revolver at the moving blur following them. One of them tripped face first, pointy hoods falling by his side, legs trying to crawl away before blood smeared the old oak tree.

"They got Fred!"

The individual with the black tunic stopped, eyes frantic as he looked behind. Aiming with shaky hands in the general direction.

"Don't stop, it gets us-!"

A grotesque scream came as he looked behind, the body hitting a tree as it fell limp, the red symbol on the back being meaningless by the blood gushing from the headless body.

He looked in the direction where the body came from, seeing a tall figure mist the trees. The fur covered its body with blood dripping from its sharp fangs, ears leaned back on the top of its head, eyes focused on the prey in front as it leaned back to jump at the man.

"I KILL YOU!" Shoots hit the beast, harmless against it as it went for the kill.

Before getting knocked back by another shot.

The man looked down at his weapon, surprised it suddenly worked so well.

Before his knee got blown off, he screamed in anguish as he fell on the ground holding it.

A third figure came mist the trees, a man wearing a priest robe with a gas mask on his face. It stopped beside the man, looking disgusted at him. "I deal with you later, being off hate." His voice muffled but with an undying certainty of his actions. He turned for the still-downed beast. "Get up, demon."

The werewolf got up, snarling with an annoyed glare as it went to the moonlight, revealing to be in clothes similar to an emo girl. "For fuck's sake, you again!?"

"I could say the same, ungodly beast. However, I wouldn't be so crude." A deadpan stared as he pumped back his shotgun.

Both started circling each other, ready to attack at any moment, narrowed in like gladiators in a small arena.

"Fuck off! I have enough of this shithead bullshit I don't need anymore." She growled, walking sideways to not lose sight of the Hunter.

"I wouldn't need it either if the racist was by himself, however hell and heaven seem to want his death." The gun was pointed and the finger on the trigger, waiting for any sudden movement.

"Aren't you supposed to forgive his sin or something like that?" Her eyebrow went up.

"God is the only one who can truly forgive and it's my job to send sinners to him."

"So just let me fucking kill him!" Her eyes are livid with her claws fully out.

"If you think you leave this place unhurt you are mistaken."

"Then come on! Shoot your shot, goody two shoes!"

"Ladies first, Demon."

A silence filled the air, the tension so thin it could be cut by a knife. The two stared at each other, eyes on any possible movement.

"Can y'all at least kill me first?" The man said holding his leg, skin pale as snow. "I think I going to die already."

"Shut up, you-" The wolf turned to the man, giving him the perfect opportunity for a shot.

Silver bullets flew through the air as she hastily dodged, getting a few cuts as oak parts exploded, sending wood splinters to the ground.

The hunter pumped the gun fast, as she ran to him. Her claws swung as he rolled over, quickly turning to shoot at her, now hitting her shoulder.

A snarl came out as she backed him with her hand, sending him to the ground and rolling. One of the glasses broke from the mask to reveal more clearly his death glare.

He got up as she pounced, trying to take advantage, but he used the gun to hold her mouth.

She bit the gun, trying to tear it apart but its silver still made her jump away, a taste of venom in her mouth.

"You believed I thought you wouldn't do that?"

"Shut up!!" She bends down running on all fours, barely escaping another group of bullets, hitting the ground and sending dirt over her body. This time she pounced and bit his shoulder, making him drop his shotgun and drop to the ground.

She continued biting, not wanting to let it out until the human bled out, but the hunter pulled out a wooden cross, getting rid of the tip to reveal a stake that went right to her spine.

She curved from pain, making her drop him.

He crawled away, facing her as he took out a 1911, ready to shoot. However, another one took its chance as bullets flew to her and hit her leg.

The racist stood, barely alive, eyes bloodshot with an ugly snarl more similar to an animal. "Fucking condom lovers, I bring you down as I go up in heaven!" He pumped as the hunter shot him.

He hit his torso, but that didn't stop him from shooting the hunter's hand, a muffled cry coming out.

The man kneels to the ground him pain, and now the three are extremely in pain. Looking at each other to see who moved first.

The racist took his last force and got up, trying to execute the demon, however, its bullets were all spent.

The hunter took off, running and pushing the other to the ground. He quickly grabbed the shotgun and before the other could act, hit him with the back of the gun like a club.

He hit him, again and again, blood smearing the cold ground as the man's face became unrecognizable, only stopping when bones were the only thing left in the puddle of gore.

He breathed out, quickly, still on top. He slowly got up, going for the pistol on the ground.

The beast tried to run at it first but tripped, head first as he grabbed the gun, pointing at her.

"Is in my power to rid you of this earth." Blood dripped from his mouth, leaking to the underside of his mask. "However, it seems luck got to you first." He pocketed his gun as he sat beside her.

She tried getting up, falling again and in the end sitting by his side too.

Both stared at the body in front of them.

"You fucked him up good." She coughed out as she spoke.

"That's a way of describing it." Be shrugged as he took a canteen from his pocket, drinking it with his mask lifted slightly. When finished he handed it to her.

"This... Won't kill me slowly right?" Her eyebrow raised as she took it, inspecting it.

"If it would kill, it would be quick." He gulped, trying to keep the blood in. "I have no pleasure in suffering."

"Not what that guy would say." She took a sip, and seeing nothing happened, drank a little bit more.

"He was simply a rare case. Normally I wouldn't have been discovered."

She hummed in a sarcastic tone.

He gazed at her. "I have you know I don't judge your way at hunting, merely the fact you interrupt my hunts. You should do the same."

"Oh?" She chuckled with difficulty. "And what would you do if I didn't do it?"

"I would die first and leave you alone."

She stared at him in silence, furrowed eyebrows. "You can't just do that. The only way is you blowing your brain out."

"Exactly."

"... And wouldn't you go to hell or something? I didn't think you would do that."

"You have a lot of worry for someone who would be happy about it."

She coughed, hitting her throat to stop the sudden fit. "The hell man, I don't want you to kill yourself!"

"No, but you do want to be near me."

"What-"

He turned to her "Don't you start it, since our first encounter you have been coincidentally more and more appearing to stop my jobs, even killing cultists and beasts before I get there, just so you can laugh at my face." He was leaning in, next to her face even if it hurt. "You aren't exactly sneaky about it."

Her blush was visible, as she looked at anywhere but him. "N-No..."

"Even near death, you seem to surprise me." He shook his head, removing his gas mask.

She stared at him, watching in disbelief as she saw his face for the first time.

"Is it nice?"

"W-What?" She stopped admiring him to look at his eyes.

"My face, is it nice?"

"I g-guess so."

"We are even then."

Before she could understand he leaned him for a peck, going frigid as his lips met hers, even for only a moment. He hugged her, his face burrowing into her neck.

"Just hold me until I go."

"W-Why you doing this!?" Even then she held him, not refusing.

"Because... Well, heaven is the place where one finds himself with wonderful bliss. And I believe I found mine before death."

She was shocked, but even then she didn't dare to let him go. Even when she was sure a portal opened nearby she didn't let him go.

She didn't want him to go.

Put this on that bad boy and it's going to be beautiful. Gonna appear like you need to click to see more like this:

And badam 2k words and no scrolling 2 years to see a dumb meme.

(If you knew this already I sorry)

So uhhh…I just finished writing Alastor’s part, and it’s almost 2k words long. I guess I’m going to have to upload them separately because I don’t want y’all scrolling through all that, even though I only planned to write for him, Lucifer, & Adam 😭

Update: It’s 2.2k words long. Ah, fuck me.

@feral-fox-crypt @nyx91 (I don't know who else to tag lol I know you ain't complaining.)

Thanks for the tag @propertyofkylar!

1. Do this uquiz.

2. Do this picrew.

3. Tag people.

I'ma tag... @modern-gremlin @deadfish-dol, @nopecho and @dol-tomi Only if you wanna :3

I mean... from the moment I was introduced to myself I knew I was a goner, so...

Oh.

...

I feel like this is the perfect time to fake my death-

Do you know what 'smut' is? If so, do you have an issue with smut of you?

Smut? That's quite a curious word. I'm afraid I must admit I have no idea what that word means! Hah!

Smut of me? Oh dear. What could that word possibly mean? Smut? Are you talking about a small flake of dirt? That's quite odd.

I must say Niffty loves to blabber on about that word a lot.

Hello! Love your work! Is it okay if you could write Blitzø smut and angst? He takes reader's virginity and tells them everything they wanna here to use them for something that they have then. Blitzø leaves them after getting what he wants because we all know he's scared of commitment reader can be any gener. Thank you, keep up the amazing work!! (Also I'm sorry if I've already asked this before)

𝚆𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚃𝚘 𝙼𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝙸𝚝 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐈 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞! 𝐒𝐨... 𝐈𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭. 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬.

𝐓𝐖: 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐥, 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞.

"the number you have dialed has not been recognized-"

"C'mon, answer." your voice shook as you paced around your living room, heart almost escaping your chest. You close your eyes, trying to make the tears not fall from your face.

It was obvious it wasn't meant to last, you knew, but why it was so little? Why does it keep happening, again and again with you? You just wanted a little affection and all you got was the damned phone screaming at your ear!

"she ain't coming back, shithead."

Oh, and the asshole too.

"Oh thank you mister obvious I didn't notice." It was supposed to come of condensing, but your voice cracked and spilled sorrow. You pinched your eyes, trying to get calmer.

"she ain't even all of that."

you glared at him, at the sofa with his hands on the back of his head and laying on it with the most lazy demeanor you saw.

"I called you to help me, not to say shit about her." You replied, crossing your arms.

"Well, I can't do one thing without the other, she was a bitch! Always demanding stuff, whining, and bitching about life. Seriously she was a broken record."

"Well for one this is HELL. I can't expect you to have any better." You held your head, a headache was already incoming. "Second I am supposed to give stuff, that's how it works."

"Really? Who the fucker that said that?"

"oh I don't know, the one who fucked my wife certainly was screaming it before I blew his head off!" An ugly snarl formed as you held yourself not to pounce on the little red gremlin, who didn't seem affected by the threatening face.

"Wow, you should try guys next time with your luck on women."

"I'm not gay, Blitzø" You took a deep breath as you went to sit on the sofa, staring curved to the ground. You heard Blitzø leave and come back, but you didn't pay much attention.

"Listen..."

"Hm?"

"It's fucked up okay, but it's not the end of the world."

"Don't you say it..."

He grabbed you by the shoulders, forcing you to stare at him. "yeah I fucking say! The amount of time I got dumped isn't written but guess what!? I'm alive and fucking well and you are too! Every time you go there to kill people in that shitty ball in space, you are a butcher or some kind of fucked up modern artist making your world your painting. Put your anger there, and let that bitch behind because she isn't worth it if she left the goddamn commando here for nothing."

"... That was... A shity speech..."

He looked at you with an annoyed glare. "Really?"

"yeah, that's how I know you are telling the truth." You chuckled, giving his shoulder a light punch. "Okay then, boss. What are we going to do to forget the... Bitch." The last words came forced but he seemed happy nonetheless.

"Well... Fucking getting drunk!" He holds the vodkas he brought earlier. "That's a good fucking idea, no?"

"Aren't we going to do something dumb because of it?" You raised your eyebrow.

"Nah, the max we can do is piss on someone but they probably fucking deserved it."

"All right then... I do if you promise to not say fuck again, you ruining that word."

"That's my boy! Let's fu- eh, frickin go!" He got up with a jump, putting the liquid in glasses. Probably not the right way to get over an ex but like he said, what was the worst they could do?

-

"F-Finaly you c-can't say it- Hic! Anymore can you~?" You looked down at your 'boss' as you forced him down your cock, your hands gripping the back of his head as he gagged and sputtered, pre-cum and saliva dripping from his mouth. His eyes see stars as tears fall down his face with the sweat. A strong musky smell came from him as he tried to breathe through his nose, only getting out a bobble of saliva.

That made you grin, this shithead finally being a good boy for once, was he good for anything else even? You didn't remember, you didn't want to and would beat someone who tried to do that.

Your hands went for his horns as you let him out of his cock, but just barely. Only when his lips were touching your pulsing crown you slammed back into his throat, grunting out as you repeated.

"F-fucking slut a-aren't you~? Hic! J-just trying to g-get FUCKED by my c-cock, hm~?" You didn't need him to answer, his mindless sucking of your cock that made his cheeks hollow out and his tongue gripping your cock in a spiral was enough of a answer.

"You want a g-gay s-stud~? I going to g-give you a f-fucking gay s-stud~!" Spit came out of your mouth with the yell, making the already fast pace more quick. You didn't care he needed to breathe, everyone was already dead! You didn't need to breathe, just get air so you could yell more.

"Gay Blitzø, g-gay Bli-Blitzø, gay- HICK~! BLitzø~!" The mantra continued as the bastard took your cock like a doll, especially with the way he lacked a gag reflex. He didn't have one, you thought, although you didn't remember what gag meant. Oh, who cares anyway.

What matters is your cock throbbing like crazy, pleading to cum in the bitch mouth.

"I'm- HICK~! Going to HICK~! M-mAkE yOu tAkE it AlL!" That was the 'warning' he got before you forced him down again, this time locking your legs in the back of his head. Feeling as he scratched your thighs, but it didn't hurt. It made red stuff out but no hurt done. Not when you moaned louder in your entire life- death- dead life

When all was done, you got out and watched as he failed spectacularly to drink all up, coughing up and letting more cum fall down his naked body.

You laughed like a maniac, holding your stomach. "D-Dumb- HICK~! GiRl~"

When he finished coughing at you he looked at you with a challenging glare, a bad shit crazy smile on his face. "I show you A GODDAMN GIRL!"

He pouched on top of you, forcing you to the ground as he gripped your neck and closed your air ventilation. The already hard thoughts were now even harder to comprehend, as he talked about something you didn't understand. "GEt... FOr... ULTimate..."

"Uh?" Was all you let out as your body jolted when something entered your ass. Hard.

A cry came out of you as you almost came again when your belly was full of something. It kept going in and out, gripping your insides so well. It hurt. Did it hurt? Maybe. Mist your whimpers and cries somewhere from pain and others from pleasure, which became more and more one-sided as your ass got slapped on.

"MY BITch... MY BITch... BITch..." You were gagging in no air as you felt your skin going cold. Not all, your ass burned like a volcano. Do you think Blitzø was... Fucking you? Yeah?

His hips slapping against your thighs, feeling your foot on your ear and something on your mouth. Some air came back, but now something wet and slippery rolled around your tongue. Another one? You had only one. Had you not?

God you didn't want to think, not when something nice was in your torso, not when you practically screamed but nothing came out, just more spit and cum down your chin.

Your eyes... You could see his eyes now. So frenetic. You wanted them bad. You needed them badly. All the time. Any time. You needed to be his... Bitch.

Oh fuck you came at that thought, you his little bitch slut, always getting fucked in this ass. His cum on you, you wanted it trapped if it always felt this hot. Hot. You wanted to be hot and bothered all the time.

You wanted...

-

Nothing.

You felt nothing but cold air. Lying down on the floor.

Your head throbbing, bile coming up. You went up, fell by the side, and got up, running to the bathroom to vomit in the toilet.

So much vomit, how much did you drink yesterday? Or today? What day was it?

You got up, to the sink, cleaning your face with cold water. Was all always so cold?

You tried to breathe, but something was wrong with your throat. Air wasn't airing per se. Somebody choked you? Only last week but the target was down before any further damage. So who-

Blitzø. His name came too fast as if you were stuck with it all day. His idea of getting drunk so he must know something.

And what happened... A dream, yeah a really strange dream. Only that, it couldn't be.

You gripping your hip, feeling a boner coming up, why?

Call, call first, and then questions.

Your phone was on the ground, with no cracks. You went to his number, calling it. It kept calling and going indefinitely, not finding it. Until a response came.

"the number you have dialed has not been recognized, try again later."

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