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About the chapter, it isn't finished as for some reason it didn't want to save to my drafts so I will be editing this along the way .So don't worry you will get you chapter and for people simply her for the smut you will get your smut eventually.
Kurapika headcannons:
Kurapika with an S/O that looks like they're dancing when they're actually fighting and is bat shit 💥crazy💥NSFW included
He is extremely cautious around you when you two first meet. He knows your need for fighting is at the level where it beyond the point of Hisoka.
You meet in an alleyway.He was taking a shortcut, you were about to off a man.
Kurapika being the person he is tried to help him and you beat him badly.
Yes he did just get his ass beat but he is oddly fascinated on how you fight(think of ruby roundhouse).
You were fascinated because any normal person would have ran.
You asked him if he would like to get lunch with you and he is flabbergasted.
One second you beat him then your asking him on a date basically!
The man who you were about to off he is as confused as kurapika but then he starts calling you names and you finish the job.
After that he does get lunch to find out what the hell was going only to find out you an acquaintance to the phantom troupe and not on good terms.
You help him track down the scarlet eyes as well as help find them through underground ties.
He grows attached to you the longer your together because he realise your actually a sweet person driven mad by trauma like him.
Also doesn't want to in fear of losing you but your a badass so he give into the fact he might like you more that friends.
And he is devastated when he sees you in a state proving to be fatal.
He is begging and crying for you not to leave him and that when he confesses.
He used to unconsciously see you as an invincible being from heaven, now he realises your human and is overly protective.
He still thinks your a badass though.
His protection protocol is literally turning into your ungrateful asshole of a cat with a self destruct nuke for anyone who is within arms length of you.
However he knows not to mess with your food or whole planet is doomed.
Dates are often because a date to you both is movie night, walk in the park or the classic restaurant cafe.
NSFW:
Boobs,ass or thighs he's all of them.
Wearing a deep cut shirt while watching movies on the couch he will suck on your tits like a baby.Depending on how horny he is he might continue he might not(the latter isn't the most likely. 😏
I stand by this till my grave he will call you mommy whether or not he's the one in control or you are.
If your the dom suck his nips and he will be flustered you don't even need to tell him to beg he's already the face of the ahego searches .
He prefers it if you use yourself in him rather that an strap because he has a breeding kink .
However he will go crazy if you ride his cock while having a vibrator in him pull his hair while your at it.
He likes being manhandled because that's one of the things that remind him of when you first met.
If you were lingere he is in love again, put him in it and you will fuck yourself stupid on him and even then you will fuck like rabbits until you pass out.
Dom kurapika is gentle because he doesn't want to hurt you...
UNTIL HE GETS IN THE MOMENT
You are wearing makeup,hair gel or anything that you think will make you beautiful he will fuck you so hard infront of the mirror that if it wasn't there you would of thought he was a horse.
He will tell you how beautiful you are while your crying and your hair is all over the place.
praise he adores it.
Your walking around in the kitchen making him dinner because he's had a rough day.
And he gets a boner from the sight of you in one of his shirts strutting around with those cute panties of yours that cling so deliciously to your ass.
The house almost burned down because he decided to lie you down on the counter and make you scream with out the s.
Tight Jeans and your ass will be smacked.
His ass though...
You admitted to him the first thought that came to you when you became a couple was ' is he peggable'.
He is.
At times when he feels down and feels like hes going to waste away,you overstimulate him.
Peg him with a vibrating cock ring on his dick while pulling his hair and making him suck on your fingers.
Moans like a god who am I kidding this man will get you horny be anything he does but when he moans especially as the sub you cum evertime he moans and fuck him till he has problems walking the next day.
You both love leaving hickeys on each others thighs.
Suffocate him he will bite you and moan while eating you out or giving you head.
Hair pulling yet again.
You look at him only to find him staring back at you, tears in his eyes, makeup ruined,lingere ripped in diffeent places with his cock peeking out the top of the waistband.
When you give him head he acts as if you just fucked him with a strap the size of an elephants.
He's that sensitive.
He isn't pulling your hair because he's busy trying to keep quiet in the bath room stall of the cafe.
Kurapika will make you gag when he's pissed.Eventhough he doesn't intend to take it out on you,he does and you love it.
I mean I imagine he has a pretty red head with quite a thick shaft but in length it's average.
His cum is more sweet than bitter and your starting to wonder if it's because it's sticky and slightly thick like honey
Choke me as if you hate me:chapter 1 -part 1
WARNINGS: Mentions of sexual abuse, swearing, Hisoka thoughts
It was endless. The journey was endless like my want to sleep, but those dumb birds kept squawking and the boat that I was on kept bloody weaving. Boredom and sea sickness wasn't something I wasn't expecting. But, yet again I ignored the fact that Abuela told me to expect the unexpected. At least I hadn't been sick like so many others. I sighed before rising to my feet, so the possibility of getting pins and needles would be low. I should have bought a watch with me; when I left the house the sky was a beautiful blue without any clouds to conceal its presence. But of course, I'm on the sea so it should have been obvious that there was going to be a thunderstorm. My face still hurts from earlier today.
Abuela hit me in the face with the la chancla for sleeping in too late again. But this was the hunter exams so she made it clear it did not hurt her more than me.
Anyways, as I walked around the boat(I more like struggled across the boat) I couldn't help but notice that some of the contestants give off a serious aura of bloodlust. Two of them were tall men (around six feet ) one having fruchisca hair and honestly looking like a clown, the other having...a blue mohawk and pins shoved into all parts of his face. It was terrifying but I also found myself captivated by his appearance and yet it all seemed like a facade, a mask as if that wasn't his real face. Who is this guy?
"Hello? May I help you?" A soothing voice asked. I break free from my trance of thought to see the Ronald McDonald ripoff.
Choke me as if you hate me:Chapter 1 -part2
WARNINGS:mentions of sexual abuse,PTSD swearing, Hisoka's thoughts
Third person POV :
Hisoka wasn't expecting this. This is his second time participating in the hunter exams but there weren't as many pushovers as the previous time, or he's on the wrong boat and all of the strong people are on another boat. That's what he guessed. He turned to face his newfound toy companion, Gittarakur, simply to be dismissed. Something had caught his interest. Hisoka's head turns to what Gittarakur assigned his focus on and my God was he proven shameful for taking in a second look.
Such a flavorful aura.
"Hello? may I help you?"He raises a question without really knowing what he was doing. The woman breaks free from her trance of boredom and turns to show nothing but what appears to be a glowing halo above her. Hisoka was perplexed, he was drawn to her because of her vigour, not her charm. Gittarakur eyed her but not because he saw her the same way Hisoka did, no. He wanted to eradicate her. Despite the fact of her auras size, it was dominant.
"It's just... you seemed to be looking at something that wasn't there, "Hisoka's lips voice. 'Why am I saying this.' he thought.
"I'm just a little bored that's all, thanks for asking though,". Hisoka's eyes attended to her rosy lips as they forged the words uttered to him...
You've poisoned him. He saw your aura and wanted to break you, slaughter you. But now he wants to pin you down and ravage you. His mind flashed portraits of you as he proposed a seat next to him. As you sat next to him, he saw you underneath him putting up with his cock.
"Hisoka you ok? Or are you just bored like me?" You smiled. His eyes watched your lips again and he began hallucinating your eyes tearing up as you take his shaft down your throat and gagged. A small whine erupts from you as the tip of his cock abuse the back of your throat. His fingers latched onto your hair, tugging on it before thrusting your skull back into his pelvis. His eyes roll back as he releases in your mouth and it was attended by a smothered moan.
Gittarakur, unlike you, wasn't ignorant enough to know what Hisoka was thinking and despite his unbroken complexion, he felt violated just breathing there, seeing the man with who he had constructed a give-and-take relationship less than five minutes ago, get a raging hard-on for a girl he just met.
She's trouble.
"Hello Mr...?" she queried flapping her hand around in his face.
"Huh?"
"You spaced out," she sulked after being excluded for fifteen minutes." sorry yes, anyways. Where are you going? There are some dangerous people here you know that will do vulgar things to an...inexperienced girl like you, " Gittarakur gave up because it's absurd how he's the person who would do both in whatever order he chooses. He isn't that difficult to read.
But you...
So far you've displayed traits of being gullible, childlike as well as polite. However, your aura implies that there is something about yourself that maybe you don't even know.
"What?"
"I said that there are some dangerous people that will do very unpleasant things to- "Hisoka halted his words as his eyes were now attentive...
on your quivering hands.
"What's wrong with your shaking?"He interrogated, his face displaying trouble and yet his gaze was predatory. You were a little bunny perfect for a magician, who was a wolf in sheep's clothing.
You blinked before turning your attention to him and merely answering," nothing!" you giggled. That's what he told you every time.
This is ever so simply nothing.
That voice was one you loathed. You strived to remember his face, but all you recall is what he did and what you called him.
"If you don't mind me asking, how old are you exactly?" finally Gittarakur speaks.
"You can't ask a woman her age!"
"Why not? Is she even a woman? She looks young."
"Of course sh-"
"I don't know,"
The two squabbling men gaped at you. Hisoka is the most stunned about what you just said, as far as you can recognize because Gittarakur was entirely unfazed. "What do you mean I don't know?" Hisoka asked his curiosity peaking to its climax. "I don't know because of my body's manner of looking much older or younger than my exact age. I don't know, the only person who knows is my late mother." Hisoka gawked at Gittarakur in disbelief. Right then and there they knew you were either dense or suffering from a kind of amnesia."However, I know that I am between the age of sixteen and twenty-three"
"Told you she's not a woman,"
"Gittarakur there is less than a thirty percent chance she is under eighteen. Does it matter?"
"Yes."
"No."
"Of course, it wouldn't to you, knowing your tastes."
You sighed to yourself. As you gazed at the now finally unhidden sunset beaming at you. You have never been out at sea but despite the thunder and the squabbling men and birds, it was quite lovely when the sky transitioned from day to night. Even though this will presumably still be quite a long voyage, it will be much more bearable if you saw the sun and the boat wasn't weaving.
Besides, you are not bored anymore.
You have two ignoramuses by your side now because one will find a way to drag the other to you.
New love story with Illumi where he assassinated y/n's abusive dad and didn't realise he saved her and has now got himself an admirer.
Love sick assassination
CHAPTER 1:IT BEGINS WITH PAIN,IT ENDS WITH PAIN.
WARNINGS:abuse,manipulation,description of death.
'I'm going to die.' That's what you always thought. Every single time. Papa loathed you because you were born. Mama and Papa were happy. you could hear them. But, during that time mama got sick and when you were born she only held you for about a minute or two before she died. It wasn't your fault. Was it? If it's not your fault why does papa do what he does?
You hear footsteps and you ran from the spot on the floor that you had just occupied to the boiler room; you pray that it's just a thief or neighbour or anyone really but not him. Papa rarely came Into the basement, unless it was mama's or your birthday. On both days he would hurt you, but other than that it was rare; you don't remember being fed by him once. The only reason you were alive was because of Nio. Mama's Tibetan mastiff.
You remember when Papa put you outside in the winter and Nio followed you out, suffocating you with her weight and black and tan fluffy coat as she lay on you. Nio was a Mama she had nine puppies. So when it came to food Nio had it covered odd as it may sound, however, if you had any intellect at age four you would know dog milk and human milk aren't the same.
Did mama love you? Doesn't matter. Papa somehow threw Nio into the furnace after she bit him after selling a few of her puppies and injuring you, a girl who she considered her puppy. After that, you had to eat everything in the basement; spiders, mice, cockroaches, and occasionally snakes. Mama loved Nio, Papa did too.
What does he do to something he hates?
You didn't want to find out, so you tucked yourself into the tiniest ball you could be and held your breath. There was no point in breathing around him, there was no point in holding his breath as the air from his lungs where caught in his throat refusing to become a casualty of Papa.
How long has it been since you were down here? Was it mama's birthday or yours? You could never tell but all you know is that this has happened 8 times, and 4 of those times were your birthday. You've never hidden before, you always were just clutching your knees against your chest in a corner, sobbing away, when he came down.
"Y/N!Your piece of shit! Hiding away when you know what you did!"Those words are what you heard.' I am going to die aren't I?'
"Come on come out and your Mama can finally rest in peace! Do you not love Mama?!" You do love mama, but you're not coming out when he's trudging something around. Metal across concrete a sound you start shrieking to. At first, it was a metal pipe in his hands, one he almost killed you with, then a stoker, which he also almost murdered you with.
But, as he turned the corner and looked at you. There was no pipe.
There was no stoker.
It was a hammer
Your legs ran and you knocked him to his feet as your blistered feet sprinted up the stairs."You fucking bitch! I'm going to kill you!"Papa means it. Your eyes blur and you begin to silently bawl as you make your way upstairs, down the corridor, into the bedroom and lie low under the bed. You scratched at your jaws to stop your whining as papa hunted after you.
To you, Papa was a very miserable man and despite everything, you still loved him.
You are not so sure anymore.
Your eyes are dilated, swollen and red within seconds as you claw at the rag Papa threw at you because he didn't want you to be naked while he beat you.
You jump as the door is slammed open and in the doorway is papa. He closes the door behind him and begins to search.
The closet.
The curtain.
Under the sheets.
But he can't find you, despite how close he is. You hear him scream profanity as in a blind rage he shoves over the closet, rips the curtains apart, and hurls mama's picture to the other side of the room, whacking the bed with his hammer.
His hammer didn't break through the mattress, but it was still felt. A tear runs down your red cheeks as he stops and looks under the bed."Found you little shit..."He snarls like a predator seconds before their prey realise they're already dead. As he snatches a fist full of your hair hauling you from your hiding place, back up the corridor, before heaving you down the stairs.
"Papa!"
"Shut the fuck up"
The minute he came down the stairs his foot drummed on your side. A fresh trail of blood fell from your busted lip and your shattered nose.
" Papa," were the words you weakly uttered before his hammer, the hooked end of it, came on the joint, where your forearm and arm met. The agony was all you felt, as the hammer was now being jerked on after it went through your elbow. His foot smashed your jaw as he stood on your mouth.
"Can't have a blindly screaming out bloody murder can we? " with that, he now shoves his fingers in your mouth, latches them into the roof of your mouth and begins to ragdoll you to the basement. He kicks you down as you beg, still hoping that he'll listen and you won't have to resort to praying. As you tumble down the stairs, you hit your head about the fourth step down; Your whole body felt like it was in hell.
You start to choke on your sobs as begins to make his way through the door of the basement. He stops and tumbles down after you. You were startled that he would land on you and yet he didn't; when he reached the bottom of the stairs, a pin was engraved in his cranium.
Now taking his place at the top of the stairs was a boy older than you but still a boy. He had short dark hair, fair skin and soulless eyes. He would be frightening at first sight because of his eerie appearance but you saw nothing of it.
"Did he kill Papa?I didnt even know that was possible..."You thought.
He didn't seem to notice you, or at least not as a person alive, but it doesn't change the fact that he was the reason Papa's head was bleeding from where the pin was thrown, he was the one who just saved your life, whether or not he knew it.
"Kikyo, did he do it?"A voice asked, but you couldn't pinpoint where."Yes he did, "this time the voice coming from a woman, to which the boy turned."Come illumi," the voice commanded to which the boy obediently listened."Illumi," you mumbled to yourself. A siren of the half dozen or so oncoming police cars or ambulance was so faint to you. You felt cold, but you were used to it. All you saw as relevant was that name "Illumi," you chanted as if trying to summon him. Your sight began to subside as police crashed down the door, but you still chanted, even if at a slower pace. The police yelled to the medics as they reached the bottom of the stairs to carry you to the ambulance and called the stretcher for your Papa; as if it would help. But all you did was whisper the name of your mystery boy.
Illumi
Since difficulties with keeping posts in my draft,because internet just hate me like that,I'm going to be moving to wattpad.ill try to link it so you wont have to download the app or spend God know how long trying to search for it.Sorry for the slow update.
The tags will what I'm writing about so if your interested...
I will still be doing posts on tumblr but posts like series will be done on wattpad
Since ya all like kurapika headcannons so much,imma do an actual fan fiction with kurapika with smut so yea.I'll try not to botch this up.
can we get a part two of love assassin and part 3 of Chile me like you hate me
Yep sure
Choke me as if you hate me:Chapter 2
Cw: Hisoka imaginary smut, switch Hisoka, mommy kink, more PTSD, mentions of rape and incest, mental illness such as possible schizophrenia depression or BPD.
Fresh sprinkles of morning drizzle trickled down your face. It wasn't hefty but it was surely not going to stay like that for long, remembering your fortune. You debated on whether or not you should plummet back into your siesta or get up and evade the oncoming meteors of H2O. Abuela had made sure to bore into your head that the hunter exams were no mockery the morning you set off on your journey, the morning before and the morning before that and so on. But her voice was drowned out.
YOU ALWAYS FEEL LIKE SOMEBODY'S WATCHING YOU.
WHY?
Shudders scurried up your spine as you wish to open your eyes but you can't. At that moment, you were a child abiding by the unconscious regulations when it comes to lights out:If you can't see it, it can't see you. Your skin crawled as a clawed digit traced its way from your cheek to underneath your jaw. You were scared but confirmed something as another talon on its other hand trailed your thigh and a hard object grew at the back of your head.
"This creature is so true I can already savour the reality I'm beating his ass"
With the split of your lids, you cared not who you touched or what touched you, your balled fist granulated its jaw, the bone seemingly softening from your bitterness. A boisterous but timely grunt was listened to, and before you could actually understand what came about, Hisoka was on the floor one arm keeping him up and the other holding his jaw.
He's glaring so intently at you, you're convinced it's hostility.
It's not.
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Subsequently noticing that you had 'uppercut from hell' Hisoka in the face and busted his lip, Gittarakur explained how you dozed off while playing cards with Hisoka and Hisoka the kind soul that he is let you use his lap as a cushion. You noted how he had never made eye contact the entire moment with you but instead with Hisoka. His mood indicated nausea you would never know about but it didn't matter because AFTER SO LONG YOU FINALLY HAVE REACHED YOUR DESTINATION.
Hisoka snatched you back as you were ready to dive into the ocean and paddle your way to shore if the boat didn't hurry up. How did he run into someone like you, such a kind, pure and yet opposingly chaotic girl. His bulge was now straining and stifling itself against his pants. After you had punched him, he capsized into an orgasm and your abrupt hurried, determined nature only spurred him on for a second time. You truly were remarkable to him. It was clear Gittarakur didn't pay much mind to you, but he knew for a fact you were too dumb to realise Hisoka's behaviour.
His hand fastened around your wrist the minute you were in distance to be tossed over. He had very much battled the seduction of just hurling you in the ocean but he didn't truly want that. He never did if he were to think. Your aura is the only reason why both of these men are known to you. Hisoka wanted to break you but it seems he'd rather hunger for you now. But, Gittarakur is much more sophisticated. He finds your upbeat and partially happy character bothersome. However, he comes to realise how quickly you altered Hisoka, yes he still has a high libido, but he wants to sleep with you and it's continued to the degree that Gittarakur wonders if he wants to fuck an infant into you and finalize.
The impression fends off Gittarakur. He won't allow you to do the same thing you did to Hisoka. He won't perish to your spell. He won't fall for you. He won't become weak.
Your ass is certainly blackened as Gittarakur did not lack distance or height and he must have heaved you 10 feet both ways. You struggle to stand as the rest of the passengers onboard make their way off, some occasionally hurrying to the side for one last visual declaration of how bad their ride was."Too bad they can't 1 star on yelp"You thought rubbing your coccyx, Hisoka scrambling to your side.
"Did it hurt that bad?"Hisoka rushed breathless."Nah, Abuela does worse."You reply throwing him the heart-melting smile that he gets so hard at. His erection will eradicate him if this persists. Gittarakur noticing this jerks you away from him and grumbles "Go sort yourself out" before he drags you god knows how far. Hisoka takes this as an opportunity to kiss your hand adieu for now before Gittarakur drags you away from him. The rosiness of your face, once he did that, has him scampering into the closest bistro restroom, into the closest booth already with his pants down, pumping away at his cock.
You leave with Gittarakur confused as hell and Gittarakur as attentive as he is, says "Hisoka needed some time alone, he felt a little queasy but was more worried about you."You wanted to blush and think it was cute but you can pick up on bullshit every so often, even though you are naive as fuck.
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Hisoka's alone time ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥
Nobody was there; not because there was no one there, to begin with, but the fact Hisoka didn't wait to enter the stall before he had slid his pants down enough for his suffering cock to be revealed. It was lengthy and thick, his nearly blushing tip dripping misty-coloured drops of precum. His long, but thick finger smothered his hard-on before running to the base and back again. A loud, anguished and oddly high-pitched whimper left his pale lips as his efforts of self-relief evolve more untamed and hostile. He yearns for you here, not with Gittarakur, not with that assassin. His hips thrust into his hand as he cums. But it isn't satisfactory. You bent over underneath him, hands thrashing all over his back as your grasp diminishes with every thrust of his hips and yet you plead for more. His hand reaches to your ass, raising you and shoving you against the stall door. Your face is mutilated in pleasure. Your flawless skin is burned scarlet, your huge, gorgeous eyes are tearful and crossed over, and your mouth is agape with your lips swollen from the bruising kisses from earlier on he so wished to deliver you. His other hand extends to your swelled and delicate breast, clamping down on it harsh before tracing the perk nipple with the pointed nail of his thumb. His thrusts pick up as your wet, velvety walls clamp around him, every part of you stuck in between trembling and bouncing. He wants to kiss you but can't.
A hand knits its fingers into his fuchsia hair, heaving him back away from you. He doesn't need to look at who it is, the strength of your punch from earlier makes the abrupt tug familiar. His fingers run to the hem of his pants, disposing of them until required, before attending to Hisoka's rim. He consumes no time slipping his fingers into his ass and moaning out your name while he jerks off. However, too delusional to think he's sandwiched between a sub-you and a dom-you; the sub-you is begging for him, clenching around him so much his cock he feels like he almost can't cum, dom-you is grabbing at his hair humiliating him, using your saliva as lube in the midst of rearranging him.
His hips are pulled back to meet your silicon cock and yet he is pulled towards the stall door by your powerful thighs. Tears have fallen, the neediness, the overstimulation, he has issues he acknowledges it; he's been like this for over ten years and you are halfway through deteriorating it away, in less than 2 days. His hip stutters as he empties his cum into your womb and yet the other you behind him won't let him go before he comes entirely because of your silicon cock.
"You like that, big boy? You like mommy's cock doing you from the inside and turning you into an unfortunate slut? Come on tell me how much of a slut you are. Tell me how you can't survive without mommy's cock,"
An additional string of sobs is ripped from his throat as he succumbs to a new level of pleasure, the pleasure of being dominated.
" Please mommy, I need you! more, please!" he cries as his dick (now turning sore) goes erect again, he moves the hand now sticky from his hot, thick cum to act as a much bigger dildo you have in his ass.
He's at your mercy. But this is his doing.
He is the one to blame.
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You and Gittarakur continue to hike to wherever your meant to go but only he knows because he wasn't flung off the ship before he was notified. Your legs start charring, but you don't want to complain it never stopped you from making an excuse to stop." Gittarakur, what happens if Hisoka can't locate us?" you ask, trying not to show the weariness and overall giveaway your primary intention. Gittarakur doesn't stop he just goes on with casual spasms, holding up a walkie-talkie. But if anything he's sped up and he doesn't hesitate to hide it.
"I'm a calm person...BUT FOR DUCK's SAKE!" you think.
You recognize Gittarakur isn't all that fond of you, in fact, he probably doesn't even recall your name or that you exist. You know he's trying to lose you but because he flung you off the ship you know zero about your destination, he is the only one other than Hisoka that you know but Hisoka of someplace being 'sick' and you can't afford to tell Abuela that you didn't even make it to the hunter exams because you were lost.
Your limbs burn as you pick up the speed and all he does is do the same. You start uttering profanity under your breath, not recognizing that this is somewhat turning into an amusing game for Gittarakur. There are no people in the area other than you and Gittarakur, so he takes the opportunity to run at a pace you can watch him but can't take hold of him.
"Gittarakur why are your running?!"
But it's too late Gittarakur is already down a near alley onto another street and has disappeared off the face of the planet.
You now are alone in the alley and nightfall is coming quick. You don't understand where to go even if you did you would get misplaced. Your island is much smaller than this, so much the population isn't even 100. But you still remembered what happened after it was dark when everyone was sleeping. When you were all alone nobody remembered you. You plummet to your feet, your knees pushed up against your chest, despite the familiarity of the position . You don't want to remember what he did to you, how he touched you, how split you open; that's what you called it at the time.
It's not his fault though,right?
Do you not remember how he hurt us?
I know but daddy was just lonely.
If mama hadn't left he wouldn't use us.
WHO DO YOU THINK DROVE HER AWAY?
The sound of a nearby can being dropped and rolling your way frightened you, frightened you more than it should. Your life has been a black-and-white movie with the dialogue being almost completely drowned out by static and the voices. What you went through is traumatic, but you wonder why the voices are here. You hear them complain and bicker amongst themselves your own voice is completely drowned out even though it's your body. They bicker so often you don't even know what they bitch about anymore. They most complained about whose fault the incident is, yours, mama, daddy's, everybody you know, but they bitch tirelessly that for one you don't even completely remember what happened and two you still don't understand what happened with the little you remember. The whole fucking village knows about you, the daughter of the now banished butcher, who lost her innocence before three. They never educated you in school about sex because of what happened, they still probably wouldn't because you are the only one in the village who is younger than 47.
"How ya doin', dollface~"
Your eyes are large and exhausted, sparkling as you look up to see men.
Men who had the same look in their eyes as papa.
New idea Hisoka x Gon's mom reader.I got this idea quite a while back where after the reader breaks up with Ging they go on an illegal voyage to the Dark Continent.All Ging gets back from this voyage is the last piece of you to exist,his son.Thats what he thought.12 years later Hisoka meets reader,finding out she's his fruit's mother and immediately goes Alakazam let me slam.
Since Choke me as if you hate me will probably take a while until there is a smut with illumi here's a little scenario that may appear in the story.
You attend to him with innocent eyes as you slowly accept him inch by inch. It's intoxicating. He snaps his hips towards you, smothering you as you gag on his length, tears streaming down your skin. Your lips are soft and welcoming the unconditional distinction to his slender pale fingers, knitting their way into your hair and harshly commanding it to his pelvis.
He is vicious as you savour the pre cum that confronts your taste buds, a salty, moderately bitter essence has you trembling away in ecstasy from the exotic flavour. Illumi knows and this does not benefit you at all because five seconds later his cock is back to beating the back of your throat in a rapid convulsion. You struggled to take him before even as he was always somewhat gentle or at least he prepared you enough so it wouldn't be a problem.
Not this time.
"That's it, you doing so well so far, "Illumi sighed as your wet cavern clung to his cock. He wasn't extremely vocal but his responses were far from his ordinary self.
You put up with him, with his guidance to assist you. The clear instruction of 'no touching' hung by a delicate fibre over an abysmal trench in the back of your mind. But it wouldn't matter you would forget about this night either only seeing it as a blur or thinking you fell asleep at sunset the next morning.
But you couldn't help yourself, your past was unfortunate but that didn't say you couldn't have sex with people anymore. As his hands snatched back on your hair and his hips surged to accomplish his euphoria, you touched him.
You went against his orders.
He stepped back away from you, your hands drifting from his jeans as you had no idea what was going on. You moaned as the pleasure of having your throat ravaged left.
Illumi glared seeming unbothered by the prosecution if not for his tone.
"What a disobedient girl, I told you not to touch didn't I?"He lectured as he eyed five crescent indentations on his thighs after removing his jeans.
"Guess I'll have to punish you then."
It was incorrect to get excited when illumi said that. He was unpredictable sometimes he would idolize your very being and would char the earth if anything happened to you and yet occasionally he is almost pleading the world to allow him to sacrifice you for it.
Your slick coated your thighs in a glistening sheet, and you knew that he wasn't dubious of the fact of your unmistakable arousal for discipline.
His face was like stone unchanged as he stalked your every movement.
"Get up."
"This isn't a punishment you'll relish."
Your legs throbbed seconds before collapsing from your aching knees, and yet you tried again, using the convenient trunk as leverage. You gasped as Illumi took hold of your shoulder hurling you onto the bed, before quickly crawling onto it, eyes drilling into your soul with a predatory regard.
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Since I'm seeing a lot of comments about pt 2 of lovesick assassination, I am doing it and I will give you a due date when I know that it will be done then,so the date doesn't come and I still haven't posted.Sorry for the long wait.
The lovesick assassination chapter 2 is coming out anywhere between Wednesday 21st and Sunday 25th. Sorry for the wait.
Love sick assassination
Chapter 2: New life,old memories.
WARNINGS:PTSD,mentions of abuse.
Despite never actually meeting your 'saviour boy', he was currently seizing the title of invading your mind the most out of everything else that you've thought about in all four torturous years you've survived.
White walls, the persistent beeping, and the irritation of the catheter in your arm didn't bother you. It would trouble you considering the fact the white walls would remind you of the emptiness of your basement. The beeping reminded you of Mama, you couldn't see her then but she saw you. Her beautiful baby, you didn't know but Mama cherished you, so much she would instead waste her final moment of existence gazing at you(a bawling, slimy, hairless baby)rather than her spouse, the man who loved her since kindergarten.
A hospital was a remembrance of your suffering and yet, it lingered overlooked to you as you thought of that boy. You hadn't even realised a nurse had been talking to you until she had acquainted a man. Papa.
Your eyes welled up, Papa was dead wasn't he, was he not lifeless
by the time an ambulance came? You wanted to run but you couldn't you just started wailing. But instead of striking you and telling you to shut up or even trying to finish what got you into this white prison in the first place, he instead wrapped his left arm around your waist, held the back of your head with his right hand and buried as much of his face into the tiny crook of your neck.
"Shhhh, don't worry I'm not him. Your safe now."
Confused, you calmed down. You still didn't trust him though since he was apparently able to read your mind according to your four-year-old reasoning. He looked like Papa:
Tall, fair skin, a powerful chiselled jaw with an athletic structure, his suit straining against his muscles. His slanted forest green eyes were hidden as some of slicked back strands of hair fell out of place when his head nested into mostly your shoulder.
Although Papa is emotional he was never like this.This really isn't him is it,? Your tiny,fat fingers barely went past the man's armpit as you attempted to hug him.
You realised he was crying. "Me baby not you,don't cry,"you pouted,trying not to lecture him because it sounded like you were trying to say he's not allowed to cry.But he understood you.
Your his niece after all.
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You were still slightly confused as you never heard Papa mention an Uncle,the floorboards always projected what was above you Grandmama and Papa met often,but he never mentioned a brother between these moments.Or at all.
Maybe Uncle was like you. Right? Your thoughts were no longer lead by curiosity as you yet again proceeded to your saviour boy .What you were doing was somewhat normal, but to an extreme level.
You still remembered delicate and flawless movements within the shadows before Papa died.You still remembered how even at the bottom of the basement how this one boy was an angel on display. You still remember how his soulless, pitch black eyes spared a glance to your own soul,eventhough it was for less than a second.It was as if he was searching for something he never knew existed. He never had .You knew he saw you, and you knew he knew that you saw him too .Illumi, what a nice name. He was only slightly older than you (about four or three years) but your strength and his where separated by a distance only worlds can hope to fill.
Your Uncle watched you from the drivers seat in a new white dress he had given you once you were dismissed from the hospital (which wasn't for 2 weeks). You were swinging your stubby little legs in the backseat playing with a tissue a nurse had given you after you were found to have a runny nose. However instead of wiping your nose with it , you thanked the nurse and started to do what definetly was not origami but you tried. What was odd was the fact you were doing a man ,not a man, a boy. A boy you got so frustrated with when you messed up on his "sculpture ". You puffed your cheeks out,furrowed your eyebrows and visibly held back tears,but he brushed it off. He hummed to the song playing on the radio (Billie Jean) ,occasionally tapping his fingers on the fine leather of his Koeingsegg Agera R. The light shining from in between the small gaps of serveral of leaves as he drives by the forest radiate his face. His chiseled jaw, his sharp,angular eyes. His fine and delicate fingers, his middle finger entombed and caged by a fine signet ring made from platinum, with a fine ruby embedded into the circular slot.With that ruby the family Crest was inscribed and therefore would be the gateway to riches and luxury.
Your eyes were large and innocent as a man strode up to the car door,his large gloved hand gripping the handle, before tugging it open maneuvering it to the side as quite alot of expensive, low to the ground cars opened that way.
"Come on ,Y/N it's okay."
You wait for a second before you tiny legs are dangling from the carseat, despite the car being quit close to the ground. Paleness is stripped from your cheeks as you slightly turn your head to your chuckling Uncle and the man holding open the door staring at you with bulging ice blue eyes. You continue to swing your legs, dress hiked up to reveal your also new strawberry pattern panties. Thick hands wrap around your sides and places you down onto the finely paved drive in.When you turn, Uncle looks disappointed at how the man, who you might of guessed is his butler, ran the risk the door slamming shut and crushing your frail legs. If that was the case, why didn't he help you?
He turns his back to the two of you and you take that as a sign to follow. Not before patting his butler on the leg. That was how Nio's babbies always did it whenever you scratched that one spot just underneath already long but soon to be evern longer coat, which you never got to see. But your starting to think it was because they couldn't reach any higher unlike Nio, who would flatten you and her babies whenever she had the chance. Unknown to you, you never noticed how his butler stared at you in adoration as you waddle away in your little white pumps into the building calling for your Uncle. Butlers and maids from both sides of the entrance hall burned their eyes into you, erupting small murmurs and some for some reason exchanging worried looks. You wonder why, but then you come to realise something that horrifies you.
Your either in a giant size house or you’ve shrunk to the extent that you have to climb a step to get to the next. It seems to be somewhat of both.Your eyes are knitted into a determined scowl on your face and for once your not thinking of you savior boy. It's adorable but it's becomes pitiful after a while as your Uncle who took you in was meant to keep an eye on you as you are still slightly frail to any means of damage. The simple act of jumping on a trampoline half of your height wise could have your bones to shatter due to the fact dogs milk doesn't have the same properties as human and it is evidenced you did infact become sick several times after drinking Nio’s milk.
Another set of hands are laced around your sides before turning you around to lace underneath your butt and prop you up as your arm lays on this person’s nape. He was quiet a burly man with a recently shaven hair and a pencil mustache and tan skin. Unlike most of the butlers or maids he seemed to find it difficult to stop smiling the opposite of everybody else.
"Mi chiquita, if you need help just ask your trying to find your uncle right?"
You nod, deciding that you would suck your thumb as satisfaction for your unsatiated hunger.
"Jefe is in the room down the hall ,three to the right and- it's over there" he points to the door knowing that you don’t know left to right to your ass, but your still cute. Yet again you waddle off , white pumps clicking softly against the floor until you remembered yet again your too short. You sulk the rest of the way to the door,intimadatingly looking up at the dreaded door handle before angrily giving the door a kick, cheeks fat and red. But you didn’t know any door that winced or make a sound like that.
You hadn't kicked the door, you had infact kicked your Uncle in the ankle.
Naturally, your lips start to tremble as if you legs weren't. You had forgotten about your hunger as tears welled up in your eyes. His eyes furrowed at you but once he realised what was going on ,they softened. He scoops you up into his arms, his polished leather shoes clacking against the fine marble.Your about to turn your head but then you see something.
A girl. Peaking through the gap of the door.
Your curious now; uncle would of told you if he had a daughter? Who is she? Only you wanted to know so desperately. A loud churning grumble fills the room like rapid fire as you stare off at nothing but wall, you had been staring at the girl or rather the place that she had been in so hard that you lost track of the actual objective and spaced out.
"Y/N your hungry aren't you?"
A warm smile stretches on his face, but his eyes reminded you of something you don't exactly remember. Without really thinking you nod. It wasn't a difficult task but you realised that by living in a basement most of your life the only thing you had to really process where the sounds of upstairs and the crunch of usually a mosquitos lower half being crushed by your recently developed teeth.It was most likely still somewhat alive as its long legs where whacking around on your chin,eventhough it only tickled.
Sometimes Nio or one of your 'siblings' would hunt rats as they both knew ,God had given humans the middle finger until it came logic and even then that was debatable. You dazed off as your Uncle placed you in his lap,sizzling in the kitchen heard nearby the smell making you impatient and more hungry. He kisses your forehead as your head slowly tilts towards his chest, your stomach violently grumbling and your eyes furrowed to the unwelcomed headache.
"How much longer is the grilled cheese,Liam? She'll pass out in a minute!"
Through tired eyes you watch your Uncles eyes darken, teeth grimace. Papa.
That's what it reminded you of.
There was hesitation after a while,when he did those things to you. A fear of being caught too.
That girl. Uncle knew you were coming. That’s why he came out at that moment. Hes hiding her. Why?
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Your thick lashes bat open,with your Uncle and serval paramedics by your side.You can't hear what they're saying, there's a constant ringing instead.A grilled cheese lays in the hands of the man from before,your Uncle picks of a small piece and places it near your mouth. You take the piece into your mouth,chewing the fluffy non familiar food ,but something is off. You swallow but almost instantly you vomit. Its a bright red colour ,chunky and quite thick. It’s a grilled cheese ,smells spectacular but something is clearly wrong.Your Uncle bites into the oozing bread encaged cheese,and wonders.
What the fuck is wrong?
"Sweetie what's wrong?"
He knows he won’t have an answer but then he spots something that somewhat answers it for him .Ribs.There are a set of tiny ribs in your vomit barely even eroded but stained a deep yellowish brown. Everyone is horrified once they notice this but your Uncle silently stares at you beforehe takes you out of the ambulance and he places you on his lap wiping of some of the vomit from your lips. Paramedics circle you like vultures,the lack of space to breath has you uncomfortable. Nio and the pups where always like this,but they all made you feel like you were engulfed in clouds and feather,paradise;right now it felt like being bricked up in the walls of a bridge.
"Sir I think it's best if we take her back to the hospital.Something is clearly wrong!"
You barley comprehend what is said but all you knew is that you would be leaving. Wind whips across your face as you tear up.You don’t want to leave. You just got here. There are so many people you haven't gotten to know. You look up at your uncle,eyes pleading as the already setting sun has it rays of light stolen by them. But he doesn't need your silent pleading, he's made up his mind.
"I’m fully aware something is wrong,but I think she would prefer the comfort of somewhere that she can consider home". Your Uncle politely protests. That look again,but diffrent. He seems much more angry and in an instant it feels as if you are being stabbed by thousands of tiny needles.When Illumi killed Papa thats what you felt before that happened."Sir,please she needs to see the professionals-" the maids and butlers grimace some even covering their ears at the returned protest.A large hand comes to your ear pushing your head against your Uncle’s chest. You thought this was simply cuddling, but it wasn’t the main reason. "Listen here you pile of horse shit, my answer is no. I’m not sending my baby to a plain mortuary service ran by corrupt dogs. Why send her to a shit hole of a place where the bitches don’t give a fuck about pulling the plug, when I can supervise a hired proffesional at home? Do you understand Mr .Jackass?"
You snuggle your face into his button up shirt, practically hiding your small frame from the blistering wind in his coat as you sit on your heels.
"Do you understand,Mr jackass"
A bead of sweat drips from his forehead to the lump in his throat. His lips tremble for moments before he gulps, breaths in and stutters a raspy, pained "Y-y-yes sir"
Your Uncle smiles his hand lifting of your ear before tiny fingers wrap around one of the fingers dragging it above your head and silent demands weight on your head. You would never refer to them as head pats as it always felt similar to when Nio layed her head on your and dozed of with your tiny body underneath her thick coat. His thick fingers fumble with your hair as your mouth lets out a silent yawn.
The ambulance speeds off as if the paramedics themselves where running along with the van,leaving the servants and your Uncle and you to head inside.
"Do you eat fruit ,love?"
You stare ,eyes unreadable as you never even came across the word fruit. Much of your vocabulary came from conversations between your Grandmother and Papa.Sometimes you would link the word to a picture never really knowing the use of it, but the other 90% of your vocabulary had no meanings linked to them.
A rich yellow colour thing is in his hand now. It had the shape of a cirle but was oddly stretched like a kidney and had a red blush.
"Wut dat?"
"A caraboa mango"
He picks up a nearby knofe slowly cutting into the mango before setting the knife down out of your reach and twisting the mango. Right in the middle is the good stuff. He hands the mango to you hands wet and sticky from the spilled juic.
"The sweetest fruit for the sweetest girl."
Your tiny lips wrap around the fruit humming after you find that the fruit was infact tasty and didn’t have the same consequences of the grilled cheese."Princess your tired arent you?" Your Uncle asks. Despite being hungry the feeling of fatigue has you forgetting the feeling and nodding to your Uncle’s question.
His thick hands scoop you up in on hand as his other bearing the ring ,scales the railing as he scales the stairs.A bath was drawn slightly before as it was obvious of how tired you were, but let’s be honest children are unpredictable. He starts to undo your dress as a nearby maid watches in concern. She was only kept there because Uncle had never bathed a creature so fragile and tiny. The water is warm and ripples as your naked body submerges. The bathroom is possibly the most exquisite place youv’e been to yet.The counter tops are built with polished marble,the towel rackets made if seqoia wood ,even the bathtub that seemed to be more like a swimming pool was made of periodot. Your fingers traced the rim of the bathtub as your Uncle bathed you. “You like green,angel?” He asks. You nod a small giggle erupting from your lips as somehow in 5 seconds he has given himself a santa beard with the foam. From the corner of your eye the maid nearby seems more terrified. She was quite a short woman,quite curvy, with quite a childlike face. She had emerald green eyes and milk choclate skin and her lips were thick and trembling. “Papa,how bad was he baby?” You seemed stunned by the question. “He didn’t just do this, right baby?” he asked pointing to the stitches on your tiny arm.You stay silent only shaking you head to answer as you watch his eyes darken ,yet again. He kisses you on the cheek before picking you up and muttering a “lucky bastard” under his breath.You didn’t hear. Upon exiting the bath you shiver as cold air basks you. You are taken to a room,your room to be precise. Unknown to you ,Your Uncle had called ahead to tell the servants you would be staying at the residence and so they had an entire two weeks to do your room.The carpet seemed so fluffy,it reminded you of Nio but besides that everything was so pink. Opposite the door was a couch length window with pink curtains curtains and in that space seemed to be a bed there was a walk in wardrobe to the right of it, which on sight you vowed never to open. There were several stuffed animals and squishies, but most importantly there was a large tibetan mastiff sat on your bed . Tears fill your eyes and your Uncle attempts to shoo the dog away assuming that it upset you but instead you are crawling out of his arms stuffing your face into this creatures fur. It in return,wags its tail in amusement jumping from side to side as the canine now remembers you.
"You two have met?"
You vigourusly nod as your uncle attempts to place a dressing gown on you,but the dog just watches teeth slightly bared. He finally accomplishes this after the mastiff decides he will watch lika a hawk inches from his throat. Your Uncle’s hands slither beneath your pits hoisting you up and placing you under the sheets.You sense something but your brother is already launching towards the window, growing wild sensation inside of him at such a rate that he is frothing at the mouth. Slender fingers latch onto the collar as you Uncle is prying him away from you.But its too late.
In the corner of your eye for a brief second you realise , someone was outside your window.A man bulking but concealed by the darkeness with his ice blue eyes matching his ice cold stare only being visible.
Naughty boy
Tw:drug use,alchol use,impact play,slight knife play, mommy kink, violence, degrading,choking, hisoka is a warning himself,not established relationship, stalking
If I missed any feel free to comment and tell me.
He watches you as the muscle of your thighs flex and every groove is traced out to him nmby sweat.The sheer power of them radiates gracefully and yet so aggressively off of you.The determination,the excitement Hisoka found in your more dilated than normal eyes,were something not often seen,but so often savoured.He has to, otherwise you might become too bitter of a fruit to pluck.You smirk in delight,his aura tantalizing ,his arousal not so evident to the crowd but to you...it was quite a show to see the tent in his pants form.The feeling was somewhat mutual,the slick starting to make its way to present itself on the otherside of your panties.A succesuful fight would increase your fragile ego much more and make your mental stability much more unhealthy.Lose and you lose your mind.
Strength is a gift,often debated on what it specifically is.But there is one thing that you can best describe it as to help you understand; power.Eventhough it is a synonym,your backstory understands this word much more.You still remembered how it felt to scrape up coins together,you can still remember how malnourishment smelled.It was probably for the best as all you had were leftovers from your rich and prospering neighbouring city,thrown away into trash bins where you still remember the crunching of ... somethung between bread.You wouldnt be able to tell what it was even if you were to look for it . It was that or the bread contaminated in toxins,the same toxins that killed off your family and almost you.
Hisoka watches you with greedy eyes , consuming every angle of your...rubenesque image.From what he's heard you can be quite a toxic bitch if your not in a good mood before a fight. He can confirm this,his protection allowed you to grow beyond your limits.He knows what your good and bad moods are and your in a great mood.That's a shame.Or atleast it would be if he hadnt tried to piss you off.
“BEGIN!”
Hisoka launched himself towards you,hand already balled into a fist and flying past your face,only because you were alert.Your fingers wrap around his wrist,tightening to a lethal vice grip before your knee is digging into his gut.
"OW!THAT'S GOTTA HURT! NOT A SECOND OR WORD IS SPARED AND WE'VE ALREADY GOT A CLEAN HIT!"
The two of you danced across the ring,blood spewing left and right from each other, paying no mind to the blaring of the speakers or the cheering crowd.You were lost in his eyes filled with lust and that was one of the many things you had in common despite being so different.You had been drawn to this man despite the fact his only want for you is the want for your blood on his hands.Just like the people you hated,you killed them with no regret.no love,no trust of their words of change and their empty promises.Something hisoka was willing to sacrfice for his own needs with no hesitation and not an ounce of guilt.
As you try to kick his side, his fingers wrap around the ankles of your leather boot only for you to ruthlessly strike his neck.Hisoka immediatley stumbles back the excitement,the bloodlust slipping through that “innocent” magician facade.You run towards him easily dodging a kick,but before you can strike his gut again the back of his hand crashes against your jaw.
Your sent tumbling back as you can feel our teeth grinding at each from impact and all you can do is slightly glare at the man ,who stood tall and proud as the referee announces a clean hit.You want to protest but your lips are sealed shut with your blood that is already trickling down your chin only for you to wipe it off and immediately punch hisoka in the chest.
"FOLKS ARE YOU SEEING THIS!CLEAN HIT AFTER CLEAN HIT Y/N STILL MAULS THROUGH HISOKA!"
An eruption of your name nearly brought hisoka to his knees,but it was at this moment he began to shiver,lips curved into a smile and trembling profusely, eyes wide open and crazed as his finger teases you to come play with him.Your cheeks starting to pale again as your blood had slighlty cooled the last thing you want is to kill the man who saved you and given you a chance in Heavens Arena.But at that moment,everything went to shit.
Your pulled towards him ,his fist slamming into your face, cheek first before gliding into your nose. Blood spurts from your demolished nose as you can already taste a bruising forming at your cheek.Hisoke dives for another taste but is stopped as your eyes darken and your nails dig into his trachea leaving him gagging on his own spit.The world is nothing to you now all that is left is you and hisoka shamelessly whimpering in your clutch.His heel clashes with your jaw but you simply slam him down.He is quick to move as your boots rise and drive into the very concrete his very own head layed on.You nearly killed him,such a thoughtless and savage act had him craving and he still fealt there was more to prod.
"Y/n "he moved to begind you and he whispered ,his lips brushing against the back of your ear "If that's your best you dissapoint me"and with that an uppercut is dealt he is practically ragdolled across the platform and you follow him.Hips seem to subttly but automatically thrust up as you sit on his bulge.His dick poking at your hole even with both of your clothes very much on.A frenzy of punches has him moaning out your name falling now on the ears of the poor referee whose now already ended the fight with you as the winner.Hisoka knows he's lost but he's somewhat glad as he knows he taught you well,despite the fact he wasn’t even trying to fight you.His hands wrap around your balled hand stopping you from beating him to death and therefore never being able to bear witness to you again.
A simple pull towards a hug has you calmed down after a few moments.His hands bloody and stained .You stare at the floor eventually giving up to his embrace now recognizing the wetness from his pants spreading to yours.
"Y/n did you really have to attack me in the hallway after the match?"You scowled as you dug the cloth futher earning a quick whimper "Cut the crap,way you were looking at me you were begging for that"
"The hell ,hisoka.You know how i get."You scold as you clean his wounds a bottle of wine by your side as you just couldn't be bothered to go to the store and get something."You know i couldn't help it, y/n~"he chuckles before he slightly winces,letting out a small whimper as you dig the cloth into a cut you made.
"Mmmmmm,already know me so well~"
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"Hisoka?"
A small hum of question erupts from him."what exactly did you see in me?"Hisoka seems to tense at the question only for a second before he works to stifle his laughter.He turns to see your face inches from his,eyebrows knitted in annoyance.
"You..."He starts ,seemingly trying to get a lump out of his throat,which dug into your insecurities. Hisoka Morrow, a floor master,who shamelessy moaned upon impact of your hits,who didnt care about what other thought of him,who had opened his door a few minutes back naked when you came to check on him and almost walked down the hallway to your room so, if you hadn't intervened.The sneaky bastard couldn't give you an answer and it pissed you off.
You sigh grabbing the nearest alchol that wasnt the wine you were using and started chugging. "Y/n I-" He begins,nowing at the rate you were consuming alchol as a lightweight it would get emotional.But his efforts are short lived as you turn to him tears in your eyes "Was I really just like everyone else!When everyone tried to cripple me with bloodlust,why did you take me in even though I didnt know shit about nen!"Pent up frustration finally bursting out of you was a sight to behold. Hisoka's jaw hit rock bottom.The same girl whom he had met,whom he had watch walk through bloodlust as if with ease despite not knowing nen,was crying,not just emotional but crying.All those years he has known you,he never took you one to be so affected by another persons view of you,atleast not like this ."I-I don't want to be replaced..."Your back hits the fridge as you slide down it.A small packet drops down from the top,right for hisoka to see.
Before you can quickly grab and dispose of it,Hisoka flings it towards him with bungee gum observing the contents.
"Hisoka-"
"Is this methamphetamine?"
"Hisoka,stop..."
"Y/n is this methamphetamine?Answer me."He says these words so calmly and yet you snap"What the fuck do you think?!"You yell,eyes puffy and red,a harsh sweat trailing down your brow and snot running down your face.Hisoka simply stares.He looks at the bag again then at you then the bag finally landing back on you before puting the delicate thing on a nearby counter and walking over to you.
The look in his eyes was pity amongst so many unreadable emotions.You would feel comforted to know that the unpredictable hisoka was still in a way there if not for the pity and the fact he was now cornering you against the fridge.
"What are you doing?"
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"Hisoka."
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"Hisoka."You slightly more tense and even so you have no reply.
"For fucks sake Hisoka!Scream,shout,say anything!"
He halts,just inches away from you. He looked you up and down,sweaty,with bags under your eyes,your frame frail and skinny,your eyes screaming with anxiety.Your lips are trembling more than your body,your breath heavy laced with alcohol.Subtle hints of the drug effect during your fight now put on full display. It would be such a repulsive sight and yet he leaned down,gently cupped your cheek,and placed his lips on yours.You both are bruised and toughened from the fight earlier that day but never did you anticipate that he would kiss you and gently was a shock on its own.You were expecting to have your nose broken a second time if he kissed you as he would slam his face to yours,his hands groping everywhere after he had ripped your clothes off.Never could you anticipate that his kiss would be so gentle and caring to you when you where at your worst and under the influence. Your eyes are still wide as he places a hand on you back , keeping one in place to slowly stroke your cheek.As he opens his eyes again he senses you ease slightly.
"Enjoyed that didn't we-"He grind smugly until you are practically dipping him,hands smushing his face together as you kiss him tounge first.You watch him through half lidded eyes,teasing and condensing him as he squirms in your grip."Y/n as much as you make me want you,your under the influence too easy to break."You stare at him and watch as hisoka can no longer predict what you do.
The order from your brain in quicker than you think, as you slam your fist into his face.Leading him to tumble back,leaning on a counter.You feel hisoka tense as you grab him again by the hair lifting his head to face you,to which he headbutts you.You grab a knife as he pulls out his cards,hurling them at you.The knife slices the left side of your shirt revealing your bra.You lightly chuckle before shoving him on the floor knife digging into the wound you had been cleaning.
He slightly whimpers as he notices the position the two of you are in,he's on the floor with you straddling his bulge,which you diabolical self rocks against.He gives out a soft moan"too easy to break huh?"You stare down at him.He looks back at up at you with something he's not ao sure of. One day you'll be at each others throats,the next you could be undressing each other with your eyes and then literally.
Your nails trail against his chest slowing to a halt once you reach his waist band as you wait for his approval. "Y/N please..."he mumbles as you smile taking the knife from off his wound hand still at the waistband."Y/n please."his voice a little more stern.You fiddle with the waist band of his boxers pulling it up before releasing it back at his skin.He waits impatiently,not daring to squirm as not to feed you his ego but you tracing his hips with your other hand only made things harder.You slowly begin to hump against his hard on making his jaw go slack eyes widened,back arched and skin a vibrant red unlike the normal ghostly pale colour."Y/n I-I nghhhh~"his teeth clench as you roll your hip faster edging him closer while your lips grace of his adams apple.Then you stop.Everything.
"Y/n!Wha-"Hisoka whines at the tantalising effect of release."Y/n please dont stop,please!" He moans out yet again.A subtle grin is what gives him his words."Mommy...please fuck me~" he begs,the sinful groan paired with his words has you stunned for only a moments as you fingers finally hook under his waistband and tug his pants down enough for his cock to spring free.You remain straddled on his lap as you bring your shirt over your head tossing it over somewhere.
Your eyes widen at the sight of Hisoka's dick. His nicely groomed pubic hair is unnoticed as your given eye candy of Hisoka's raging red hard on,leaking misty white drops of precum.His size intimidates you with an erection of atleast 9 inches .The girth is unimaginable ,veins decorating the side of his cock. Soft touches of Hisoka's hand on your thigh brings you out of your trance."Are you still sure?"He asks one final time,a characteristic that is still scaring the shit out of you.Your fingers softly claw at his cheek earning you a shudder of arousal from him.His hands begin to shimmy you out of your pants as you slowly stroke his cock.
You still are enchanted by the flushed red tip,how painful it looks all because of you. However,you were willing to assist him with it as not only did he feed your ego with his begging but because as much as you’d hate to admit you couldn’t really handle much more of your own teasing .You get up taking off your pants along with your soaked panties,a cocky smirk now being seen on your face instead of his for once.The sight of your bare cunt has his cock twitching as he tries to squirm up to his feet and then he realises he can’t even do that.He stares at you wide eyed trying to atleast put some distance between the two of you.He trapped where you want him by your nen ability.He looks up at his hands binded above his head by his own nen ability but he cannot control it.
A noticeable weight straddles hisokas and he gasp at you almost instantly taking him into you cunt without any prep." Nghh!Y/n..."his voice is strained as you glare at him using him how you please. Though it might not show Hisoka is a mamma's boy and you get along with children unsettlingly well considering you have beaten children in the ring half to death before.All of these factors plays into your need for dominance,to essentially be the iron fist of a mother,mother or not.
Hisoka's cheek stings as a harsh slap meets the side of his face,he would have killed you for that had you been any other person. But he couldnt care less as you raised your hips,before slamming them back down."Ah!Please...Y/N!I-" he's met with another slap to his face,now becoming red as he sinfully moans."Get my fucking name out of your mouth asshole."You scowl a mix of frustration and lust lacing your tounge as you ride him hard.Hisoka chokes in response already feeling he's quick to come close from your violent ,degrading words and the act of you using him."P-please ahh!"He tries to whimper out before you slam your hand down onto his throat choking him."Shut .the fuck.up."You threaten him as your grip tightens your pace merciless,tears forming at the corners of his eyes.You continue to ride him,small groans escaping your lips from time to time as Hisoka still struggles to breath.You ride him harder and harder the two of you becoming progressively louder as you begin to have your cervix bullied therefore making you strangle his cock.Words reach your ears and it brings you over the top as you both climax not even bothered about pull out. "Mommy...did you like that..."he chokes out,a large purple mark of your hand imprinted onto his neck,his face red and puffy from tears as well as your hand,body twitching from his high and cum splattered on his stomach.
You kiss him on the cheek"Yea....But I'm not finished."you chuckle as Hisoka lets out a nervous laugh knowing that you won't stop until you've both passed.
After the third round you had dragged Hisoka to your bed,as he was completely dumbed down by you forcing him not to cum until you did.Which he mostly obliged to .With a string of incoherent curses and praises falling from his lips you continued to overstimulate him until you were trembling as much as he was.
"Y/n?"you hear hisoka whisper as you lay on your side facing away from him.You hum a response to which hisoka wraps his arms around you,landing a kiss on your temple. "You know that invite that you got,for you to come to Heavens Arena"you freeze slightly before muttering out a small 'yea'.
"That was me."
"Why?"
"You watched all my matches,you wanted me to win every time before you became a floor master."
"And?"
"You're cute.Was back then still are?"He gives you a kiss to the joint were your ear lobe and jaw connect. "So in otherwords,that invite was you asking me out?"you become flustered as he buries his face into your neck muttering 'yes' as he begins to kiss between your neck and shoulder. Your mouth is almost wide open as you hear the words from him. " Did you like the-aagh!"You begins but you pushing him almost off the bed, in embarrassment has him shocked.He begins to laugh before he crawls back to you,sits beside you and pulls you to hia chest to face him."Still so cute..."he speaks, moving a strand of your hair out of your face as your lay on his chest between the two of you."Come let's take a bath." He says kissing you on your forehead,before lifting you up into his arms and making his way to your bathroom. Almost instantly your arms wrap around his neck,which cause him to chuckle shifting you to one hand as the other begins to run the hot water into the bathtub.After a while he places you into the tub before getting in himself admiring how tiny and flustered you are compared to him. "No need to be flustered dear , if you want we could go get icecream after we're don-is that love hearts in the form of shampoo he points only to be shocked as you nod."No wonder why you always smell like that hard candy.You know maybe we can go try find some.I know they're manufactured halfway across the planet by some guy named Swizzles yada-yada but we might get lucky-"He jumps slightly as you press your lips gently on his hand cupping his check as the other supports you against his thigh. "I would like that...and sorry for...you know...being a bitch."You blush profusely averting your eyes from him afraid of seeing that teasing smile.You can hear him chuckle before you feel something hard against your thigh.Eyes are widened as you look up at him."You know what that is-"
"Hisoka stop being horny."
"Aww but Y/n~"
"No.I will end up breaking your dick off."You say splashing him with water only to have him retaliate.The floor was flooded by the time the two of you got out and hisoka had almost fell if you had not dipped him."Aww Y/n,kiss?" He asks while using his miserable excuse of puppy dog eyes,miserable but effective,as the next few minutes would be that of kissing.Your lips begin to fight again until you drop him back onto the floor.He watches you from the floor,marvelling at your beauty even if it was just to him.You stood above him staring down, a small smirk on your lips as you turn,giving him an eyeful of your ass.
"Go get changed.We have to go on a date don't we?"
"Wait hisoka how did you know where I live?"
AIGHT MY ASS CANT FOCUS ON ONE THING SO...
I always end up fighting for my life with nendoroids. Bakugou's boot is in a crevice somewhere and will return to him eventually. But he's here in his winter costume :3
Joining my other three, Killua, Gon, and Daichi! All the MXTX boys are on the shelf below with the danmei books.
Found his frickin boot
+ Danmei!
I always end up fighting for my life with nendoroids. Bakugou's boot is in a crevice somewhere and will return to him eventually. But he's here in his winter costume :3
Joining my other three, Killua, Gon, and Daichi! All the MXTX boys are on the shelf below with the danmei books.