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Headcanons Milluki Zoldyck.

(Lector neutro).

Advertencias : Menciones de abuso, desgaste emocional, inseguridades, malos tratos, menciones de mala crianza, Milluki. 💀

(Avíseme si falta alguno por incluir).

NO AUTORIZO LA TRADUCCIÓN DE MIS OBRAS.

(Disculpe si existen faltas ortográficas, gramaticales o de redacción, intento mejorar).

•Ten cuidado, con él existen dos posibilidades :

O quiere tener relaciones todo el tiempo.

O jamás te tocará sexualmente.

Es joven, su libido podría estar por las nubes o por el contrario por los suelos.

Para aclarar, que no te toque sexualmente no significa que no manipule tu cuerpo. Es un rarito al que le gusta ver dolor ajeno.

•Imaginemos una realidad inhóspita en la que te haces pareja de Milluki Zoldyck.

•Te dejaré a tu imaginación la forma en que se conocieron, pasemos directo a su relación.

•No será la pareja más empática, mucho menos cariñosa.

•Tendrás que cuidar mucho tus palabras. Se ofende con gran facilidad, incluso cuando no se tiene la intención de ofenderle podría sentirse atacado.

•Claro, todo a causa del tipo de crianza que tuvo.

•En su infancia nunca desarrolló grandes vínculos con sus hermanos, no cree que exista manera de entablar relaciones sin hostilidad de por medio.

•No habrá citas fuera. No saldrá de su casa a menos que sea "algo importante" (relacionado con sus videojuegos).

•Si también te gustan los vídeos o eres un fanático del anime, habrá una mayor variedad citas. Ya será cosa del destino si él decide hacer tiempo para ti.

•Muchas inseguridades, tanto corporales como emocionales. Todo esto lo esconde bajo una máscara de agresividad.

•No le gusta tratarte mal, pero no conoce ninguna otra forma de trato. Aunado a que no tiene habilidades sociales, su percepción física tampoco se encuentra en su mejor punto.

•Mucho ego, poca autoestima. El pertenecer a una familia de asesinos provoca este tipo de daños.

•Eso es todo lo que mi cerebro puede escribir en el momento. Disculpe si este escrito está algo desordenado, hace tiempo que no escribo.

•Para finalizar con los headcanons, si te gustan las relaciones difíciles está será la adecuada.

•Lo mismo si te gustan los malos tratos, ya dependerá de tu tipo de relación soñada.

I want to write fan fiction but I need ideas and characters please! 😭 I can never thing of anything-

Things accepted are:

SEXUALITY/GENDERS:

~Any!! (Bi, les, gay, pan, ace, poly, etc.)

~Any!! ( Afab, amab, Ftm, mtf, genderfluid, nb, etc.)

FANDOMS:

~ MHA/BNHA

~ FNAF Security Breach

~ Monster High

~ Percy Jackson ( I have the books, movies, and watched all of the show! so I am fully equipt to write about them! )

~ Sam and Colby

~ Avatar ( James Cameron )

~ OITNB

~HxH

~BTS ( any K-pop group )

~Harry Potter ( books and movies too! )

~My Babysitters a Vampire

~ Stardew valley

~ Game of Thrones

And tons of others ( I'll make a list sometime this week or next of everyone I'll write! If there are any requests then I can and most likely will write for them after doing the needed research! )

I will do smut 100%, fluff 100%, angst 100%, just give me ideas and I’ll tell you if I can or can’t do it ;)

Killua my beloved.

It was a nice bright morning, perfect orange rays shining in your face, Slowly waking you up. You stir in your sleep before finally accepting the fact you have to wake up and begin to slowly kick off your covers and place a gentle kiss on your boyfriend's head before scooting to the edge of the bed before getting caught by a firm veiny hand.

"Where ya going babe? Lay back down" his eyes were still closed but he was wide awake when it came to you. You gently ruffled his hair and let out a sigh.

"Go back to sleep kill, I'm just getting ready for the day." You say lightly pat his hand for him to release you but he just groans and slithers his hand down your body until it eventually gets tangled in the covers.

As you get out of bed you stretch and try to be quiet but we all know the grown man noises we make in the morning (plus the little shake) you approach the bathroom and begin to turn on the water for a shower. You lock the door behind you before turning on some music and stepping in while Killua tugs the covers over his head.

The warm water cascades down your soft skin and sinks into every crack and crevice through your hair. The soapy bubbles clinging on perfectly to your round mounds the steam exits the shower when you do and you dry off with a nice baby blue towel that hung from a silver rack.

You took a deep breath and the moment you finished you opened your eyes and noticed the extra pair of hands on your body.

"Kil!?"

He tightens his grip and rests his head on your shoulder and sleepily eyes you in the long mirror.

"So when are we going back to bed babe?"

𝐀 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝.

You stumbled across something pretty cool! Right now you're taking a look at a character post. It's a post I make when I have a new character that I'm ready to write for. I do write for some aged up characters but it's very dependent on the situation. Anyway are you ready to see who the person is?

The Character for this post, is Killua Zoldyck!

Title: His Butler

Minors do not interact!!!

Black insert but anyone can read 💜

This is also my first time doing smut in a long while so please be nice 😅

Warnings: DubCon

You were the personal butler of Illumi Zoldyck for many years. He was an odd master but the pay was good. You did your job well, never stepped out of line and never disobeyed an order. So...how did this happen?

Word Count: 5.4K

You were one of the personal butlers of the Zoldyck family. You were hired to help the eldest son of the family, Illumi. You were often overloaded with extra work. Or just pointless things that Illumi would never use. Honestly over the years you thought he made you do half of your ‘work load’ just to fuck with you.  

Today you were standing in Illumi’s room that doubled as his office, watching him work at the table. It was something related to assassination hits and orders again. You never really knew nor bothered to find out.  

“Come here” Ilumi said in an empty, monotone voice, startling you a little as he broke the loud silence. Without a word you walk over. As you approached the table, Illumi turned around so that he was facing you, his face seemed more relaxed than usual. It was hard to guess what he was thinking or wanted. His gaze remained fixated on you; it was obvious to your trained eye that he was analyzing you. He looked you up and down before speaking “Take off your glasses.”  

You were surprised by the order but didn’t show it. You took off your glasses anyways and placed them on your collar neatly. Illumi carefully observed your face as you took off the glasses. Although his eyes didn’t change, a slight look of slight interest became visible. After a moment, he stood up from the table. He now stood directly in front of you. 

“Come closer.” You take a few steps closer to the eldest young master, standing two steps in total away from him.  

Illumi Zoldyck, he was unpredictable, ruthless and a bit- no scratch that…. very sadistic. You had been in service to him since you were both young teenagers, and now you were both in your 20s. Illumi 24 and you 22. You’d like to think you knew the eldest young master as well as you could, seeing as you were with him almost every day. But sometimes, years later he still found ways to catch you off guard or surprise you.  

As you got closer, Illumi towered over you due to his tall height. He leaned closer to your face and his blank gaze remained on you. It was hard to tell what he was thinking, it was always like that. He seemed to be analyzing your face, for what reason was unknown… 

His hand rose up to your face, gently tracing his thumb along your cheek, then down your jawline. He then grabbed your chin gently. You knew better than to react. You simply allowed Illumi to touch your face, trying your best to hide your confusion from showing in your eyes.  

You were good at keeping a calm, collected and neutral facial expression. But all those emotions you hid so well often shown through your eyes fairly easily. Illumi was quiet as he studied your face, his hand still holding your chin. He tilted your head so that it was facing upwards towards him, now he could look at your face in more detail, without the obstruction of your chin. He seemed… curious and interested. It was rare to see him show any expression other than cold emotionless one. 

Suddenly, he spoke. His voice was low and his eyes remained on your face. 

"You have an interesting face. I have never properly observed it from up close before."

“Thank you master Illumi. I will take that as a compliment” you say.  

You didn’t understand what Illumi meant. Sure, for years you were the only black employee until Canary came along but you had been around Illumi for the better portion of their lives. He had seen your face countless times, so you didn’t understand what he meant by interesting. Illumi studied your face for a little longer, just observing silently and seemingly lost in some kind of thoughts. He moved his hand from your chin to your face, now he cupped your cheeks gently, as he continued to hold your face in his hands. 

He was quiet for a few more seconds. Then, he suddenly said in a calm emotionless tone, as usual. 

"Open your mouth."

You were taken aback but once more simply obeyed, not showing your surprise. You open your mouth for him, your tongue placed neatly in your mouth as you look up at him, like you was at a dentist appointment. But you couldn’t stop yourself from silently wondering why he wanted you to open your mouth, did he want to see your teeth or something?  

Once you opened your mouth, Illumi now stared at it intently. The expression on his face was still the same. As he observed your mouth closely, he seemed more curious and intrigued than usual. He brought one of his long slender fingers to your mouth and gently placed it on your tongue, he slowly moved it over the surface, pressing the tip of his finger against your tongue. 

He was completely lost in his own thoughts and continued to study your mouth in silence while his finger still remained on your tongue. You couldn’t help but wonder if your young master was getting into weird experiments again. Why did he always have to make you his guinea pig. The manor had prisoners kept in the dungeon for that!  

As Illumi continued to observe your mouth intently, he started moving his finger on your tongue carefully, gently tracing the shape of it with the tip of his finger. His eyes stayed on your mouth, his expression still unchanged, but a hint of fascination was visible. As he moved his finger on your tongue, he said in an emotionless voice. 

“Keep your tongue still.”  

You did just that, it’s not like you moved your tongue while he touched it anyways. But you silently wished he’d hurry up; his fingers did not taste the best. As you kept your tongue still, Illumi continued to explore your mouth carefully. He seemed to be studying the shape of your tongue and the feel of it. His finger traced over different parts of your tongue, but he never pushed it down too hard. After a few more seconds like this, he finally removed his finger. 

Close your mouth. You were more than happy to do so. “Is that all, master Illumi?” You asks, hiding your annoyance from your face and tone, but it showed ever so slightly through your eyes. Illumi seemed to notice the hint of annoyance in your eyes despite your efforts to hide it. He observed you for a moment before answering, his expression shifting just a bit, like he found your attempt to hide your feelings amusing. 

After a few seconds, he spoke in an emotionless tone. 

“No. Open your mouth again. Wider this time.” 

You mentally grumble in your head but does as told, opening your mouth wider, allowing your tongue to fall out over your bottom lip slightly. As you opened your mouth wider and let your tongue slightly out over your bottom lip, Illumi focused his gaze on your mouth again, studying it intently. His finger returned to your tongue, but this time he pushed it more forcefully, pressing down gently on it with his finger. 

He looked almost in some kind of fascination as he kept your tongue down with his finger and said in a monotone voice. 

“Lick my finger.” 

Okay now you were sure Illumi was fucking with you. 

Nevertheless, you do as told. You gently lick his finger, once more observing how his finger did not taste the greatest. As you licked his finger as instructed, Illumi observed your action carefully. A hint of interest flashed in his eyes, but his expression remained neutral. At that moment he continued to observe your tongue as it traced over his finger. Then, he suddenly said in a calm and emotionless tone. 

“Take my finger in more deeply.” 

You pause, you were taught better than to question your employers by the Head Butler Gotoh but you couldn’t stop the words from leaving your mouth in time. “You want me to what?” You ask as you pull away, your neutral expression cracking as you give him a small look. A pointed one that seemed both confused and just a tiny bit disgusted.  

A small but amused look flashed across Illumi’s face as he saw your expression change. You had never disobeyed or questioned any of his orders before. He didn’t any anything in response at first, just continuing to hold press his finger against your tongue as he observed your face and looked at you expectingly.  

Eventually, he spoke in an emotionless monotone voice.  

“You heard me. Take my finger in deeper”.   

You take a deep breath through your nose and once more take Illumi’s finger in your mouth, but this time deeper, all the way down to the base of the finger. Your tongue was still out, your mouth still opened wide for him. All the while you could hear the small voice in the back of your head telling you to bite him for obviously fucking with you. But you didn’t, you valued your life over some petty revenge. Instead, you simply look up at him, waiting for whatever his next ridiculous order would be.  

Little did you know, when you took his finger all the way down to the base Illumi was looking at you with a mild sense of fascination. He discreetly studied the way your mouth was opened for him, how your tongue wrapped around his finger.  

As you look up at him Illumi remained silent for a few more seconds as he observed you, before speaking again his voice calm and emotionless as always.  

“Swallow”.  

You didn’t understand what he was getting at. Illumi had to you do plenty of weird things over the years. But this seemed like a new level of ‘what the fuck dude?’ 

But you still close your mouth around his finger and swallow, just like you were told.  As you did, Illumi couldn’t help but notice how warm your mouth felt, how wet it was as you swallowed around his finger. He feels a small shiver run up his spine but he gives no physical reaction, not even blinking, quickly masking any physical reaction as he always did when he was around you. He simply continued to observe you closely. He couldn’t help but focus on the warmth of your mouth, the wetness of your lips as you closed your mouth.  

Illumi keeps his composure but at the same time he had to resist the strong urge to push his finger deeper into your mouth, further down your throat...just to see how much you could take before choking.  

Illumi was quick to snap out of his thoughts. He waited for a few more seconds before giving another order in his typical emotionless tone.  

“Lick again”.  

You do exactly that, opening your mouth and pulling back slightly, moving your tongue around his finger, swirling it around his digit as if it were a piece of candy. Illumi couldn’t stop himself from wondering how else your tongue might feel somewhere else. He could feel the gentle and wet pressure of your tongue as it moved over his skin. Despite his body remaining still and composed it was difficult to pretend he wasn’t affected by your actions, despite him being the one to order you to do these things.  

After a few seconds he spoke in a slightly raspy voice, clearly trying to hide his reaction.  

“Again”.  

You obey, once again licking his finger before subconsciously closing your mouth and sucking on his finger. You didn’t even realized you did it, simply opening your mouth again and continuing to lick his, now very damp, digit. As you started sucking and licking his finger, Illumi had to resist the urge to let out a sound, or show how it was affecting him. He managed to keep his face neutral but he couldn’t stop his mind from imagining how that wetness and heat would feel elsewhere again.  

He struggled a little to maintain his composure, he managed to speak, but his voice now had a slight hint of annoyance and frustration.  

“Stop sucking.” 

You immediately stop all movement, his finger simply resting on top of your still tongue now. Illumi felt relief mixed with disappointment as you finally stopped sucking on his finger. His breath was slightly faster now than before, he couldn’t fully control the effect your actions had on his body. His mind was a chaos of strange new feelings, all of which he was trying his best to suppress under his stoic composure.  

He knew he always favored you more than the other butlers and servants. He thought these odd feelings would go away with time. But when they didn’t, he tried to hide them, until now that is. He was curious, he just wanted to try something, experiment is all.  

He spoke in a slightly more composed voice now. 

“Move your tongue again. Slowly.”  

You obey once more like a loyal lap dog, moving your tongue slowly around his finger, almost as if teasing him.  

At least, that’s how it felt to Illumi. 

Illumi’s eyes remained fixated on your mouth as you began to move your tongue again. He could feel the slow and deliberate movement as you teased and licked his finger. The sensation was almost excruciating, it made Illumi struggle with his control and composure. This situation was quickly turning into something unexpected and dangerous. He tried to hide his internal turmoil, but there was a hint of vulnerability in his voice now when he spoke. 

“Faster.” 

You noticed the way his tone seemed to change but you didn't pay it any attention, simply carrying out whatever orders Illumi gave you, like you always did. Illumi felt his breath deepen as your tongue moved more quickly over his finger. The sensations were intense, it sent a wave of heat through his body and it was getting more and more difficult for him to stay focused. 

He couldn’t deny how good it felt, how much he was enjoying your unresisting obedience, but he couldn’t let you know that. He continued to watch your mouth; his face still mostly expressionless but hints of a struggle for control could be seen in his eyes. 

“Deeper.” 

You obey once more, taking his finger deeper into your mouth. His fingers were long, his single digit reaching the top of your throat.  

It was warm, and moist. 

The moment you took his finger all the way to your throat again, Illumi’s eyes flashed, he couldn’t stop his body from reacting to the sight or the intense stimulation. 

He tried to maintain a neutral expression but he had to bite the inside of his cheek to suppress a moan of pleasure. His breathing was getting rougher, and he could feel his body getting more and more tense. 

Then he spoke in a huskier voice than before.  

"Swallow" 

You do exactly that, swallowing around Illumi's finger. You couldn't help but slightly wonder if Illumi was going to be done toying around with you soon. At this point you were convinced he was messing with you.  

Once you swallowed around his finger, Illumi couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly, trying to control his expression. The sensation was overwhelming, it was all he could do to keep the full extent of his reaction hidden. He quickly composed himself, he tried to mask his expression and his tone became more stern and commanding.  

"Again, slower this time" 

You swallow again, looking up at him.  

The second time you closed your mouth around his finger and swallowed, Illumi gasped and struggled to suppress another moan. He was losing control more and more by the second. He tried to keep his face neutral, but a small muscle in his jaw twitched as he held back another sound. He couldn’t believe how much of an effect you had on him. He spoke again, his voice now a little rougher than before, but still trying to maintain a commanding tone. 

"Again" 

This time as you swallow, Illumi couldn’t stop his body from shuddering, almost like he had been struck by lightning. He took a sharp intake of breath as he tried to hold back an outright moan. He could barely hold onto his composure now; his mind was a chaotic mess of strange new feelings. It was clear that he was struggling to maintain his usual cool demeanor. With a deep exhale, he managed to speak, his voice now more hoarse and strained than before. 

"Again." 

You couldn't help yourself, instead of swallowing around his finger again you pull back. 

You would be stupid not to notice the change in his usual monotone voice. "Master Illumi, are you okay?" You ask him.  

The moment you pulled back, Illumi tried to regain his composure. He was still trying to process the intense thoughts and sensations he had just experienced, and the way your action and question broke his focus. He had never felt this out of control before, and he was getting more and more confused by the moment. He tried to respond in his usual nonchalant tone, but he couldn’t fully hide the slight breathlessness in his voice. 

"Of course I’m okay. Why would you ask that?" 

"You're winded" you say bluntly, noticing the subtle rise and fall of his chest. As you bluntly pointed out his increased breathing, Illumi tried to compose himself but he couldn't deny it. He was slightly winded, his heart was racing, and he was getting more and more flustered by the moment. He took a deep breath, trying to control his expression and regain some composure, but he couldn't quite hide the slight redness in his cheeks. 

He spoke in a slightly more steady voice, but there was a hint of defensiveness to his words. 

"I’m not winded. It’s just… hot in here" 

"Ah, I see" You respond, not quite believing him but you wouldn't fight him on it. Illumi could tell that you didn't fully believe his explanation, but he was glad you didn't pursue the matter further. He was struggling enough trying to regain control of himself and maintain his usual aloof demeanor. He took a few deep breaths, trying to steady his heart rate and his breathing, but it wasn’t easy. The lingering sensations from your actions were still affecting him, making it difficult to think clearly. He tried to change the subject and return to his usual cool and commanding tone. 

"Did I not tell you to swallow again?" 

"You did" you say slowly. Illumi noticed the hesitation in your voice and he couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease, as if you were starting to catch on to the effect you were having on him. He tried to retain a neutral expression and keep his voice firm and commanding as he repeated his order. 

"Then why did you stop?" 

"I was concerned for you" you say. Illumi was caught off guard by your response. He wasn’t used to people showing concern for him, and it sent a wave of mixed emotions through his mind. He tried to mask his reactions and speak in a neutral tone. 

"I don’t need your concern. I’m just fine. Now obey my order." 

You sigh and silently open your mouth again for him. Illumi was hit with another wave of intense sensations. The sight of your mouth, waiting for him was almost too much for him to bear. He couldn’t believe the effect you had on him. He tried to maintain his composure but he couldn’t stop the slight shiver that ran through his body, and the heat that pooled in his stomach. 

"Good… now, swallow" He struggles to speak in a steady and nonchalant voice, but his breath is shaky and you can detect the hint of a deeper, huskier undertone. 

You do as instructed, swallowing around his finger again. You couldn't help but wonder if there was a point to this. How many times was he going to make you swallow around his finger? "Master Illumi, is there a point to this?" You asks, your words coming out a little odd as you still had his finger in your mouth. Illumi struggles with your question. He doesn’t want to admit the truth, that he was simply using this as an excuse to feel your mouth around his finger again and again, to fantasize about something more. But he can no longer deny the effect you’re having on him. 

He tries to speak with a cool and authoritative tone, but his voice is slightly more tense and almost wavering as he responds. "There doesn’t need to be a point. Stop questioning me, just obey and swallow."  

Illumi felt a pang of discomfort in his stomach. The sounds, the sight, the sensation, it was almost driving him mad. He was on the edge of losing control, on the edge of doing something he had never done with any other attendant or butler before. 

He was wrestling with the urge to just give in to his desires. But at the same time, he was still struggling to hold onto his usual aloof and commanding demeanor. When he looks into your eyes those same eyes that drove Illumi wild in his dreams, and in reality...he could feel his self-control slipping. He couldn't stop himself...he didn’t want to stop himself...and so he gave a new order. 

"Open wider."  

You open your mouth wider, still looking at him with those same eyes that he knew would one day cause his personal downfall. He gave his next order, there was no going back. He didn’t think about the consequences, the implications, or the possible repercussions of his actions. He could only think about one thing in that moment. 

"Get on your knees.” 

Your eyes widen at the new command. What was he getting at? But as usual you obey, just like Illumi knew you would. *As you followed his command and sank down to your knees in front of him, Illumi felt a rush of heat surge through him. Seeing you looking up at him like this, knowing that you were completely at his mercy, it was a feeling like nothing he’d ever experienced before.* 

*He stared down at you for a moment, savoring the sight that was now before him. He could no longer deny the depth of the desire and need he felt for you, it was taking over him and he was helpless to stop it.* 

“Closer." 

As you move closer and kneel before him, Illumi feels every muscle in his body tense. He’s staring down at you with an intense gaze, his eyes darker and more intense than ever before. His heart is racing and he can feel the heat and the need inside him growing ever stronger. 

He reaches down, gently taking your chin in his hands and tilting your face up towards him. He’s breathing hard, trying to control himself, yet at the same time unable to resist the overwhelming pull of desire. 

"I want you closer. Closer than this." 

You didn't fully understand what your emotionless master was getting at. He was odd, there was no question about that. But assuming this was another weird experiment you move closer, your face right in front of his lower half. 

Illumi could feel his dick twitch in his baggy pants. He closes his eyes, taking a deep breath to calm himself. He opened his eyes again and looked down at you, the expression on his face a mixture of intense desire and a hint of uncertainty. He slowly slid his hand into your hair, taking a fistful between his fingers.  

“Open your mouth.” 

You open your mouth again for him. Illumi pulls on your hair, forcing you to look up at him. That's when you see it, something other than cold, emptiness in his eyes. It was odd, an emotion you've never seen on him before....desire?  

As you open your mouth for him again, Illumi feels the same mix of desire and need coursing through him. His grip on your hair tightens slightly, and he can’t deny the effect it has on him. He stares down at you, his eyes dark and burning with a new kind of intensity. Then you see it, the look in his eyes, different from before. It’s a look of raw desire for you. 

"Keep your mouth open. And don’t move." He commands, his eyes narrowing slightly. You obey, starting to wonder what was happening. Illumi removes his hand from your hair and begins to undo his belt buckle and his pants. Your wide eyes watching him only further fueling the flames of desire and need burning inside him. He looks down at you, his expression intense, almost desperate. 

"Don’t look away. Keep looking at me." 

You fight the urge to look away, having to obey the order. You could feel your face heating up. You silently thank whatever higher power was at work for allowing you to be born with darker skin. Despite knowing Illumi couldn't see your blush, you had a feeling he knew you were blushing anyways. Illumi notices the slight flush on your face despite your darker skin tone, and a small, satisfied smirk appears on his own face. He can tell how embarrassed you are, and it only further fuels his desire for you. 

He looks down at you, the look in his eyes a mixture of intensity and dominance. His voice is now a low, husky whisper. 

"Put your tongue out." 

You obey, allowing your tongue to once again fall over your bottom lip. Illumi completely undoes his pants, allowing them to fall down to his thighs. That's when you see it. His dick straining against his boxers, a wet spot on them.  

Since when did that happen? 

You feel your heart start to speed up a little. 

As you follow his command and allow your tongue to rest against your bottom lip, Illumi feels even more desire coursing through him. He couldn't believe the effect you were having on him, the way you obeyed his every command without question. The sight of you on your knees, so submissive and compliant, it was getting to him. He pulls his dick out of it’s confines, tapping it against your tongue. The mildly salty taste of his precum leaks onto your tongue, making your heart race even faster.  

"Swallow". 

You feel your entire face heat up but...you obey. Slowly taking his dick into your mouth. It was long and hard, already dripping precum. You could feel the way it forced your throat open. It hurt to an extent. But you didn't stop. You continue to take him until you're half way down, looking up at him. You can hear Illumi let out a small hiss, tangling his hand in your hair and slowly pushing you down further before pulling you back to where you stopped. You feel tears pooling into your eyes as you try not to gag. Illumi lets out a soft moan, his head falling back as his eyes slowly flutter shut.  

“Fuck” he moans, gripping the root of your hair and pulling slightly. Illumi can feel his heart rate and breathing speed up even more. The sight of you doing as he says, so readily and willingly, was driving him wild. He stands over you, his gaze intense and commanding, his chest rising and falling rapidly with his erratic breaths. He reaches down with his hand and once again takes a fistful of your hair. His voice is now lower and huskier than before. 

"Now keep your eyes on me." 

Your eyes flutter up to him, you could feel your throat aching but you didn't dare move in a way Illumi didn't allow you to.  

As your eyes flicker up to him, Illumi can see the mixture of submission and trepidation on your face. He could tell that you were struggling to control yourself, to not move without his permission, and it only further fed his own desires. His hand in your hair tightens slightly, pulling your head back a little. 

"Good" he says in a low, firm tone.  

"Now, slowly move your tongue again." 

You obey, slowly moving your tongue around his stiff cock, all the while trying not to choke on it. He had your firmly in place, most of his dick shoved down your throat. It made your throat ache in pain but you don’t show it. You just focus on making Illumi feel good. The taste of his precum was overwhelming your taste buds but...you didn’t hate it either. You close your eyes moving your tongue around his throbbing cock and sucking. You focus on the tip, gently teasing it which only caused Illumi to leak out more precum.  

The taste was becoming a bit much. You were never one to enjoy salty things much but this...you didn’t hate it.  

As you slowly move your tongue, Illumi feels a shiver run through him. The sensation, combined with the sight of you on your knees before him, completely surrendered to his will, it's almost too much for him to bear. He lets out a soft shuddering gasp, gripping your hair even tighter. 

"Keep going. But hold still. Don't move your head." 

You obey, moving your tongue skillfully around his cock. Illumi has to fight the urge to push you down again. He looks down at you, his gaze intense and filled with a mixture of pleasure and power. His hand, still fisted in your hair, tightened even more, pulling you closer to him. "Good. Good," he breathed, "Just like that." His voice was a little shaky, something you’ve never heard before.  

You continue to slurp, suck and lick at him, looking up at him as your head starts to go fuzzy and blank. As you continued your actions, Illumi found it increasingly difficult to control himself. With every move of your tongue, he felt his control slipping further and further away. The sensation was overwhelming, and the sight of you on your knees before him, completely at his mercy, only heightened the pleasure coursing through him. 

He looked down at you, eyes burning with both pleasure and dominance. His breathing was now ragged and irregular, and he could barely speak in anything more than a gasp. Fuck, Illumi could feel himself getting close already. He didn’t bother to stop himself, grasping your hair harder as he begins to move his hips, fucking his dick slowly deeper down your throat. It was soft, warm and wet. It felt too good to him. He lets out a small grunt, picking up pace.  

Your hands immediately come to rest on his hips, trying to keep your balance as he started to roughly fuck your throat, seeming not to care if it hurt you or not. “Fuck, why does your throat feel so damn good” Illumi mutters more to himself than to you as he continues to use you like a sex toy. Illumi sucks in a sharp breath, his dick twitching harder down your throat. You feel a thick, warm liquid spilling down your throat, forcing you to drink it all.  

It was his cum.  

He pulls your head closer to his body, forcing his dick all the way down your throat as he cums, his body slightly hunched over. He continues to spill his cum down your throat, forcing you to drink it. You could feel your vision starting to black out from the lack of air you were getting. But just when you thought you were about to pass out, he lets you go, pulling you off his dick by your hair. You fall into a coughing fit, trying to refill your lungs with air. Illumi looks down at you, panting slightly with that same nonchalant expression on his face but...you could see the faint blush on his face as well.  

He takes a moment to catch his breath, trying to compose himself and regain control. His body is still trembling from the aftershocks of his orgasm, his eyes still filled with desire and need, but he forces himself to focus. He looks down at you, still on your knees, completely at his will, and he feels a wave of emotion wash over him. Part of him wants to continue, to take things further, but another part of him knows he needs to cool down. 

"Get up," he finally manages to say in a hoarse voice. "Stand up." 

You obey, pulling back and standing to your feet in front of him. You quickly wipe the string of saliva and precum from your mouth. 

You couldn’t stop yourself from wondering.... how did this happen? 

Morning Call ☠ Feitan Portor

Characters: Feitan Portor x fem! reader

Prompt: Somnophilia

822 words

Warnings: NSFW 18+, p in v, excessive use of "baby", unprotected sex, Somnophilia (consensual), Cunnilingus (f. receiving), Cock warming, cumming inside, nipple play, morning sex, grammar is all over the place, etc.

Yours truly: This is my first time writing smut, and it's not that great but I truly hope you enjoy it.

Tag list: @regu1ar-huh

Feitan Portor is a very busy man. Most of the times you see him it's late at night. You never know when he'll show up since he's always out dealing with Phantom Troupe business. You would usually stay up waiting and hoping he shows up, but today was a long day for you. Once you got home you took a shower, changed into one of your boyfriends shirts he left behind, a pair of panties, and instantly fell asleep.

A couple hours into the morning you are woken up with a wet and hot feeling in between your legs. Even though your mind is still drowsy with sleep you instantly knew what was happening.

"Fei?" Shuddering, you slowly open your eyes to the view of your boyfriend shoving his tongue into your pussy. He has you on your back and your legs thrown over his shoulder. His pace was slow and lazy.

"Hi baby." He mumbled as he looked up and gave you a small smile before he dove back into you, circling your clit with his tongue with much more energy than before. At the same time, he inserts two fingers into your dripping hole.

"Fei—" Your hands quickly grab his hair as a familiar feeling already starts settling in your stomach. As he begins to pump his fingers in and out of you, he sloppily licks and sucks your clit into his mouth. You were basically melting into him. He lets out a small, muffled whimper when you tug on his hair.

"Oh fuck baby keep going I'm gonna—" your thighs start quivering and close around his head as he picks up his pace. Breathless you gasp and tilt you head back loudly moaning his name as you tip over the edge reaching your first orgasm. Helping you through it he leans back on his knees now slowly pumping his fingers in and out.

Getting overstimulated you lazily swatted at his hand whispering "stop...'s too much." Leaning down towards you, he pulls you into a lazy, but deep kiss as you taste yourself on his tongue. Resting your hands on his bare chest you start toying with his nipples. He breaks the kiss to let out a moan and grinds his clothed cock against your clit.

Leaning into your ear he whispers "missed you...sorry I woke you up. Couldn't wait. Needed you so bad." He then hurryingly helps you slip his your shirt off and throws it somewhere. He kisses down your neck to your breasts when he pops a nipple into his mouth as he plays with the other one squeezing and pinching it.

"Mmm me too Feitan...been so lonely without you." You whimper gasping when he bites down. Stopping with his actions he holds your face looking into your eyes noticing the hazy look in them. Feitan couldn't tell if it was sleepiness or lust, maybe both.

"Tired baby?" He asks. Nodding and humming in agreement, you whine and push yourself against his erection ready for him to fuck you back to sleep. Draping your arms across his shoulders you say, "need you to fuck me please."

"Easy. just relax for me baby. I got you." He quickly takes his pants off and switches your positions till you're both laying on your sides with him behind you. He raises your leg and drapes it back on his. Grabbing his dick Feitan gives himself a few pumps before he leads his leaking slightly red tip against your hole. Slowly, he pushes through and you both sigh out. "You're so tight baby fuck" he says through gritted teeth. The stretch is so delicious it has your eyes rolling back when he finally fills you up to the hilt.

"Mmm fuck baby I need you to move please" you moan out and he grants your wishes. At first, he starts off strong but slow almost pulling out completely before pushing back in with one motion. "oh fuck faster fuck me faster baby please!" Screaming you fuck yourself back into him as he moves faster. The sound coming from where you two are connected filled the room with a fwap fwap fwap sound. It was absolutely sinful the way he was fucking you as he hits all the spots that has you seeing stars. "Fei I'm I'm—"

Feitan knows your close with the way you're squeezing his cock like a fucking vice. "I know baby fuck...cum for me cum all over my cock" he hisses out. Your legs start shaking and your toes curl as your climax approaches you so quick and sudden you're seeing white. Feitan is right behind as he stills inside and pumps you full of his cum. Coming down from his high Feitan notices your deep breathes signaling that you're asleep. Chuckling, he kisses your cheek, wraps his arms around your waist pulling you closer, closing his eyes, and falling into dream land as he leaves himself inside you.

Living with children

── Gon and killua as roommates .ᐟ.ᐟ

note: just finished crying for an hour because I have to do a stupid essay and I am so stressed It wasn’t only until I actually stepped outside(yes, I do go outside.) for the first time in days did I realize I think I can do this but oh well that’s my problem lol once again, ladies and gentlemen, have a great day <33

⤷ it was simple graduate, university and get out, but no, you just had to get accepted into one of the most prestigious universities, the world had to offer, and you weren’t a fan of moving halfway across the world for education, but safe to say you just had to

⤷ It wasn’t like you didn’t like the male species. You just didn’t like certain type of guys and that itself just wasn’t in the cards for you when you somewhat got to your dorm and had to see a shirtless white hair, dude(I mind you with abs—)

⤷ you’re soul left your body when you figured out that you weren’t Bunked with females no you were with guys they weren’t that bad. It’s just one acted like an absolute sweetheart while the other acted like a absolute ass it was no wonder when you discovered they were best friends

-And over these last few months you had to develop rules and that was a nightmare

— the no shirt policy it was no secret that guys walked around with no shirts on, but this was your home to so you invented that every time you saw your roommates without their shirt on, you would just ambiguously throw their shirts at their faces and one was not pleased while the other was just nice about it

“Hey Gon—ow!”

“put a shirt on nobody wants to wants to see your abs at 3 AM and particularly not me so please put the shirt on”

“why don’t we all just calm do—ouch!!”

“ don’t think you’re safe either”

…

“you have a date? That’s surprising.” Kil commented in his signature, the detesting tone, although there was no real surprise in his tone, but only irritation you couldn’t help but wonder why because he was doing perfectly fine two minutes ago because he was playing on his switch

“do you really think I can’t get no bitches?” you snapped back turning your head towards him, as if it was an instinct of all people in the world you couldn’t help but wonder who hurt this guy cause why was he insulting you at this time of hour

“Can we not? It’s 10 at night People are sleeping…” gon asked nobody in particular he was exasperated. No, he was exhausted from hearing your voices but he couldn’t do anything. He was your roommate and to be Frank. He just didn’t want another World War III.

“short answer, yeah” Kil smirked nodding his head in the way that he only showed you and only pissed you off more. He was mean he really was and the only reason that kept you from punching him was the no violence policy strangely gon invented

‘Does this dude really wanna see Jesus earlier?’ You mentally asked yourself because now you was subconsciously clenching the plastic water bottle in your hand in the way that made it break in half and subconsciously triggered probably another World War III

“Okay..Kil please state why you don’t want (name) to go on this date because clearly you are showing too much aggression..” Gon announced trying to mediate the situation, but he only made it worse like everyone appreciates your efforts, but it only makes the situation rest. Good job though good job.

“it’s simple really.. she can’t hold a normal conversation without plainly lashing out the guy at this point she’s going to scared to do the way with how scary and hideous she looks, and don’t forget the tantrum issues..” kil stated bluntly as he can feel your gaze, and it was not pleasant as he just stated facts, not truths but facts but no, it was just insults because every time he opened his mouth he just had to insult either you or any other person besides Gon

You didn’t act on violence because that would be childish, but instead wordlessly, you just walked to your room and shut the door

He made you feel small but now he just insulted you you would’ve thought he was actually being mean if he wasn’t trying to prove a point but no, you can’t understand men because they are just plain complicated or downright stupid in the way they communicate

“you just fucked up.. dude she isn’t gonna cook us dinner..” Gon complained now that’s what he was worried about dinner. It was hilarious. They just upset their roommate and he was worried about fuckin dinner. Classic avoidant.

“i’ll take care of that. We can just order takeout and sure I upset the hag. It’s fine. She’s a psycho. Her mood will switch and tomorrow she won’t be mad at us.” Kil mumbled as he knew this time, he was going to have to leave to takeout at your door because was he going to let you starve? no but he did blatantly insult your life so might as well get you your favourite right?

because after all he succeeded in proving his point, not that you suck that social interaction but he made you miss that date, didn’t he?

it was his way of saying that that guy wasn’t good for you because of course did he stalk the guys page?yes, was he going to ever tell you that? no

And besides

He and gon collectively agreed that they both dead ass wouldn’t let you go on any dates

Because why would they let go of what was already theirs?

And it wasn’t until you had somewhat come out of that room to get a glass of water. a small takeout bag and a small bouquet of flowers sitting on the ground in front of your door 

With a note that said “sorry for being absolute a dick the flowers were gon’s ideas not mine”

You smiled

But why the hell would they get your flowers?

You were so dense it’s not as if your roommates had feelings for you or something.

©𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒔 2025

hey chat how bout a oneshot of kil being a jealous wreck over us bc like we’re popular af in schl so we always have lots of ppl surrounding us and he’s js like the quiet bf by our side and he’s constantly sulking over that, and we lowk find it so cute so we js hug him and reassure him that he’s all we want and need 🙏🙏

- from @pe4cht3a (⸝⸝> ᴗ•⸝⸝)

✎ᝰ. Incoming mail .ᐟ.ᐟ

───RESPONSES & REQUESTS ˎˊ˗

Omggg my first request ever!! I genuinely cannot describe the amount of love I hold for that fic and I am so honoured that I am requested to do a potential aftermath of that fic!! And your wish is my command..! I genuinely love her stories and I think we all agree that there needs to be a part two but I didn’t imagine my ass writing it. It’s not directly a part two but it’s surely inspired, but of course I will get down to it because I am genuinely in love with this request and let’s hope my fixation on our dear kil will last longer than my last relationship lol I love making fun of myself

This one will be a bit slow to write unless God free’s me from the chains of my bed. I’ve been sick for like a week and then I got sick again.. damn!! my stupid immune system..

Anyways, I hope you lovely ladies and gentlemen have a wonderful day~!! (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

©𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒔 2025

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ Stalker

── ₊˚⊹♡ Killua Zoldyck x fem!reader .ᐟ.ᐟ

Disclaimer!!: very appropriate language(swearing)

KILLUA AGED UP,HIGH SCHOOL AU!

summary: In which a hopeless romantic keeps missing the fact that she probably has a stalker

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note: I can’t believe y’all actually read this shit— so enjoy as I continue to insult myself through this fanfic i’m weirdly into this the fanfic, not the fact that I’m insulting myself in my own work lol let me know if y’all want more—happy reading!! <3

Being a hopeless romantic in this day and age was not for the weak especially when you’re dreaming of the perfect guy the version that you created in your mind that would never come true because all the guys were immature Fugly rats at your school and pretty much everywhere.

You dreamed of floral scented candles and freshly baked pastries as you dreamed of sitting on your front porch of your dream house and the perfect guy that would come home and give you kisses and unconditional love that you never had to ask or beg for.

But let’s be real those standards are unrealistic as shit.

And it didn’t help those various nights you stayed up on the Internet, scouring the Internet for a new fanfiction to read because seriously you’d rather fall in love with guys that didn’t exist because you were scared to actually interact with the male species like the only interaction you’ve had with the male species was with a random dude in kindergarten who asked to hold your hand it was sad really pathetic even it even made Bisky Sad for your love life.

“my love life is so boring…” you whined as you stepped out of calculus, smelling like fresh strawberries, and a strong desire to flop on your bed the first thing when you get home and the day has barely started You looked over to your one and only person who would keep up with your ass. She looked like she wanted to smash her head into a wall

“You’re only realizing that now?” Your close friend. Bisky raised an eyebrow at your current resolve. She always had to manhandle your delusional ass. And that itself was a one-way ticket to hell.

Silence came over you for a second as you realize your realization and you were just saying this now. When you both completely know that you were too scared to interact with the male species and that was why your love life was so boring and overall your entire life. “…I-I oh fuck off!” you looked at her with a hint of distain, you are so not in the mood for her sarcastic remarks it was only nine in the morning. She needs to chill or more like you need to take a chill pill. No, you need to take a reality check 

And as she continued, calling you out and insulting you for complaining, for not doing anything about how your love life is boring and shit you rolled your eyes because you both know that you aren’t going to do shit for your love life unless something actually happened, but let’s be real. What’s going to happen to this girl? Nothing absolutely nothing.

As you somehow manoeuvred your way through the school halls around the annoying crowd of idiotic people, and to your lockers, you came to a realization that you forgot your password again I mean, who could blame you had a memory of an actual goldfish, and this is why you suck ass at algebra and formula math

“just get out I’ll do it” Bisky grumbled as once again she had to save your annoying ass, you stepped out of the way. She somehow managed to remember your passcode and pry your locker open like seriously you could never “I love you no like I seriously love you” you beamed in the most platonic way possible you were not gay trust and as you went to get your English book for your next class

you saw something in your locker that made you want to scream “oh, what the hell? are you seeing this or am I just hallucinating?” You questioned as million thoughts were running through your head as you took out the bouquet of beautiful red roses, they looked fresh almost too fresh

“holy fuck that’s a big bouquet..!” Bisky exclaimed as she admired the pedals so carefully crafted and displayed upon the bouquet she could tell it was a very quality bouquet since roses were usually expensive these days

“… so I’m not delusional..?” you asked it was more like a question to yourself rather than her “no no you are delusional. You’re just not hallucinating this one time which is… surprising” Bisky confirmed as she tried to wrap her head around the fact that you might not be hallucinating

“this is a sweet gesture, but I don’t see any card or anything.. and look the ribbon is even my favourite colour..” your gaze softened as you realized that the ribbon that was wrapped around the stem of the roses was your favourite colour pink

Bisky sighed “you just like the little things.. whoever gave you these must be loaded. Flowers are expensive these days, especially roses..” she explained it was true flowers were expensive and they were sometimes unnecessary just because they would die in only a few days

“yeah we all know I’m too broke to afford shit especially with my job who barely pays me minimum wage..” you joked but seriously, you were kind of broke, but not too broke that you couldn’t afford necessities and shit

But at the end of the day you ended up keeping the roses, despite not knowing who they were from you thought it was sweet honestly, how the hell did they even get roses into your locker.

Oh well right now that wasn’t your concern. Your concern right now was getting on time to your part-time job that barely pays you shit but you just do it for the sake of the plot because you have nothing to do so much as well. Just take a job for fun and for a bit of money since you were broke ass bitch you ended up taking the roses with your Café that you worked at

and stuffing them in your locker. Careful not to get the pedals damaged your coworkers gave you a few questions but you ignored them because you were used to people questioning your life. You question your life every day.

As the hustle and bustle of the café got even louder and the hours got even longer, it reached to 5pm mark one more hour, and then I can finally flop on my bed you were literally dreaming of how you would flop on your bed when you got home after all, you didn’t wanna be here anyway you just did it for the sake of the plot

and as you were lost in your daydreams, you didn’t notice a fluffy head of silver, walked into the café nonchalantly sporting a navy hoodie grey oversize shorts, and a pair of navy converse on his feet with some headphones covering his ears as he walked towards the counter and waited in line gazing at the menu

And as you were stuck with the dreadful job of taking peoples orders and putting in a fake smile on your face, as you just wanted to go home and get some rest, having a calculus early in the morning, sure didn’t help your brain processing correctly as you were taking customers orders with the usual cheerful smile you held on your face and that honey tone you used on customers

“hello welcome what can I get you today?” you asked with a soft tone and a smile spread across your face. The boy with silver hair froze for a second before resuming his composure once again and answering, you could’ve swore you saw a small little tint of red due to his natural pale complexion. It wasn’t hard to spot it. “my usual iced latte with Matcha and a buttered croissant on the side” he replied with a somewhat smooth tone “you’re a usual how fitting” you giggled you really didn’t know why you giggled as you tried to make small talk with the guy. He was cute. You would admit you couldn’t help but wonder if you seen him before, but you didn’t ponder on the subject for too long. “is that all you’ll be getting today?” You asked confirming his order after all it was your job not just to make small talk with a cute guy where else you’d be fired for holding up the line just to talk to a cute guy. He nodded you grabbed a cup and a sharpie and looked up at him “ your name for your order?” you asked it was just a standardized way of calling at your order instead of using numbers because that would be so boring. “Killua” the boy answered. And quickly you wrote his name on the cup, making sure to spell it correctly because some people couldn’t spell in this industry, making sure to put a smiley face. It was just a habit, but you always put smiley faces. It was a cute and stupid gesture, but it always made people smile and that’s what you were here for and as you continued taking orders, the guy walked off to grab a seat near the counter to wait for his order 

“Name! You have a drink for you!” one of your coworkers called out as it was 5:30 and you were busy, making drinks and packing pastries into their respective bags, labelling them “huh?” you tilted your head in curiosity as your coworker told you to go to the pick up station where customers usually received their orders, and as you approached the station, you couldn’t help but find a medium plastic cup with pink, covering its walls and little bits of strawberries visibly seen though the drink and the weird part?

it was strangely your favourite drink.

And as you picked up the cup to examine it’s insides and the drink itself because you were a bit creeped out on why there was a certain drink for you and why the hell was it your favourite you never told anyone here what your favourite drink was it looked like a normal drink, seriously with much foam on the top and strawberry filling on the inside it smell and tasted like a normal Matcha latte with strawberry and then that’s what you saw it the letters written in cursive with sharpie and a heart at the very end of the sentence

You liked the flowers don’t you ♡~

Your eyes widen you were actually creeped out now who the actual fuck? You looked around anxiously your anxiety was starting to rise due to the fact that you didn’t like being watched. This was getting all too creepy for your liking, but you couldn’t just wasted a perfectly good drink plus it was your favourite so you had no choice but to drink it and get on with your a shiver went down your spine at the thought of someone watching you the thoughts never left your brain and continued to haunt you for the rest of the week

The silverette watched from across the street as he admired the girl though the glass windows of the café headphones in and an amused look painted his face as he fidgeted with the sharpie in his hand before walking away muttering

“Name you’ll be mine soon enough”

©𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒔 2025 ‧₊˚ ☾. ⋅

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ Targeted

MODERN AU!

── ⊹ ࣪ ˖ Killua Zoldyck x fem!reader .ᐟ.ᐟ

Disclaimer!: Mentions of swearing, drugs, violence, explicit language. GON AND KILLUA ARE AGED UP!

⤷ Act I —chapter 1 of the targeted series

chapter summary: In which Killua is assigned to assassinate.. a broke college student..?

“so.. pretty boy am I the target of your affection or your assassination hm?

“shut the hell up idiot.”

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note: this is my debut post :D I’m actually so excited to start this series!!

This actually took me like three days to write because I was procrastinating so bad lol

let’s see if I can finish this before my lack of interest finishes me~ happy reading!! <3

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“she looks like a complete weakling..” The man mumbled as he ran his hand, though his white spiky hair and sighed “you know what my job is correct?” he asked impatiently seemingly already annoyed by how easy the target was.

“assassin, one of the finest out there I wouldn’t call you for no reason..” the old man chuckled it was surprised the guy was still alive. He was in his 70s and still alive and kicking. but to Killua his job was nothing more of a chore. He didn’t enjoy it so why the hell was this old man ordering him to kill a weakling..? she must be important somehow. Killua sighed and crossed his arms, flexing his muscles, through his compression shirt before raising an eyebrow at the old man “bounty?” he asked bluntly. He didn’t sugarcoat things clearly that was evident. “pardon?” the old man gestured for the young man to repeat himself perhaps he was just getting old and more deaf by the second “I said her bounty I assume she has one since you’re the one recommending me to assassinate the poor soul..” Killua explained as he leaned against the wall, crossing his arms and staring at the old man in the suit with his blue eyes that never faltered even once.

“I believe her bounty.. is about 2.5 billion..” the old man finished with his tone casual. Killua’s eyes widened a little bit he wasn’t surprised at the bounty after all his targets were usually people with huge bounties on their heads, but how can this weakling earn such a bounty as 2.5 billion..? it baffled him. “the hell did she even do?” The young man, inquired his gaze slightly curious he wondered how can such a weakling have such a high bounty, she didn’t look insane. She didn’t look crazy. She didn’t look like she came from a mental facility. She looked normal now that was unusual.

“did some crimes here and there, but I have my own reasons why I want her dead…” the old man replied with a sudden pale look he didn’t bother telling the young assassin. The reasons why he wanted her dead in the first place Killua chuckles idiotically “you piss me off old man you aren’t telling me what the reason is aren’t you?” he questioned irritatingly. He was desperately curious to why the hell such a weakling had such a high bounty on her head. “isn’t it obvious? Respect your elders” the old man glared at him This young man was such a fine assassin, but he was an actual headache. Killua rolled his eyes slightly for a 19-year-old He was acting like a kid. “do we have a deal Killua..?” the old man questioned though the young man looked uninterested and bored the old man sighed “I’ll offer you twice the bounty..” Killua’s expression, never faltered, though he tilted his head to the side “ 4.5 billion..? Eh? Make make it 8..” he requested as he yawned seemingly bored the old man could only shake his head in exasperation before nodding

“i’ll have the girl assassinated soon..”

He declared pushing himself off the wall before walking away steps, light and calculated, stuffing his hand in his pocket to grab a cigarette bud, as well as a lighter out of his sweats before lighting it the flame igniting, and smoke rushing out of the cigarette as he walked down the alley.

“tsk stupid old man.. asking me to kill a weakling..”

He muttered as he looked at the screen monitor. There was multiple screens, with a total of four screens. One monitor was open towards Instagram. He wasn’t active. He was barely active on social media. He wasn’t really a social person nor a people person, and of course he had to be stalking her.

He was going to kill her. How else was he supposed to assess his target? (Name) ivory.

He opened up Instagram, his mouse clicking on the profile, The screen lit up with her profile picture and various photos with a following of 5K. And his eyes landed on the various amount of photos she had taken of her smile he momentarily froze in his chair his eyes softened ever so slightly as a red tint spread across his cheeks..

if he wasn’t an assassin, and if he wasn’t out to kill her he would admit she was so pretty no… not the right word beautiful her smile was so warm She had a the most perfect silhouette and her beautiful crimson eyes in his eyes she was perfect no perfect for him—wait no he wasn’t supposed to admire his target. “Ah fuck me..” he mumbled as he held his red blushing face. His ears were red. he felt like his face was burning up with a fever. His heart was pounding uncontrollably what was happening to him? He never thought he could feel these feelings for anyone. Her smile was just so adorable..

Wait, why was he blushing over a weakling?

He shook off those thoughts as he tried to maintain composure again,thus failing to do so therefore he had to click off of Instagram because that’s how bad this weakling was affecting him… he hated it

…

“so why the hell are you guys getting another roommate again?” Killua asked in sudden curiosity as he continued to sip his coffee everybody that knows this kid’s family is filthy rich to even be on school grounds so safe to say— why the hell was he on a university campus? To visit his best friend, and two weirdos at least one of them is a weirdo.

“Well.. that’s because someone can’t afford to pay the dorm fees, isn’t that right?” The blonde glared that the male across from him in an expensive set of scrubs his tone more like passive aggressiveness than anything. “KURAPIKA!! I’m not that broke..! I’m just in very deep debt..! the guy with scrubs yelled an irk mark appearing on his forehead. He was about to get gray hairs from these aggravating little shits especially those two not the Revelette he was a sweetheart sometimes.. “will you two just act civil for once?” the Revelette Gon warned the two. He shook his head in exasperation. These two were no better than actual high school students he was surprised they both even made it to college at least Leorio with his attitude. “ just give it up Gon those two haven’t changed since high school and we all know that..” Killua snickered he was telling the truth he remembered the day when they first all met, it was his sophomore year. He really wasn’t aiming to make any sort of friends honestly it wasn’t until he met Gon and these two weirdos at least one of them in his perspective. “so.. have you guys met somebody who would be willing to keep up with your asses besides me?” Killua asked abruptly. Gon looked at him, almost offended, but he was used to it. He couldn’t help whatever came out of the albino mouth. “HEY!! who the hell are you calling an ass?” Leorio yelled angrily. While the others ignored him. “ yeah we did meet somebody… I’m surprised somebody was actually willing to take up that room. It really isn’t much for a university student you know?” Kurapika expressed his curiosity for the new roommate they were getting. “All that matters is that we found someone who could help pay for the dorm” Gon sighed in relief. They had spent over two weeks, trying to find somebody who could fill that spot and they were thankful they found one. “actually I invited her here with us today because she hasn’t met Kurapika or Leorio and I guess she’ll meet you since you’re here Killua.” Gon said awfully being awfully cheerful about this situation She? She’s female? I wonder how she’ll react living in the dorm with a few guys especially these ones. Killua thought

It wasn’t until he heard the café door swing open, and he got a glimpse of those crimson eyes before hearing heels, tapping onto the floorboards of the café.

Shit.. are you really serious right now?

“it’s nice to meet you all. I’ll be your new roommate for the next semester I’m (name) ivory..”

The female introduced herself and then their eyes met his cold icey, blue eyes crashing with her blood, red crimson eyes that’s when Killua knew, he was probably going to fuck this up so bad..

©𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒔 2025 ‧₊˚ ☾. ⋅

Why? Pt. 2

Hisoka x reader

Hurt, comfort, fluff. Hisoka and you talk about your past relationship.

Your Pov

It’s been four months now since Hisoka broke my heart. My daydreaming has started to slow down and I no longer cry over that man. He’s gone and now I’ve truly come to terms with it. I miss him, but I need to move on. I’m worth more than what he told me I was. I’m strong and I need to remember that. My boss, Kyo, has been nagging me to go out with my co worker Yuji. He’s a sweet man and very considerate, but I think I’m going to focus on myself for awhile. I need to know myself and who I am.

Six months later…

Now it’s been ten months since Hisoka broke my heart. And I can definitely say I’ve completely moved on. My heart is healed and I’ve been able to focus on myself. Last month I moved into a new apartment in a safer part of the city and much closer to the bakery. Moving was so therapeutic for me and peaceful. I haven’t felt that kind of peace in a very long time.

However, I couldn’t help this nagging feeling that I was being watched by someone. I wore it off as me being a little nervous about living in a new place. I checked everywhere and even got a camera to put in my house just in case and fought nothing. So I wore that feeling off as nerves. I’m safe and men like Hisoka won’t hurt me again. But deep down I still feel love for him. Even after all of this time. All I can ask myself is… why?

Two months later…

Third person pov

It has been a full year since Hisoka had left you. A full year since he heard you laugh. A fully year since he felt your touch. A full year since he felt your love. A full year since he broke your heart. He had already taken care of the threat at hand. They are gone and dead. He made sure of that. He even buried them so deep in the ground that if they were dead, they would suffocate before they reached the surface.

That was three months ago. So why hasn’t he come back to you? The threat was gone. And Hisoka still loved you with a fiery passion. Maybe it was because he was scared? Maybe he couldn’t find the words? Maybe he didn’t feel deserving? He didn’t know. What he did know what that he really did love you. Hell, he needed you. And Hisoka has never needed anyone in his life. He’s independent and gets what he wants and who he wants. But he wants you. He’s never truly wanted something more in his life. And he know that if he doesn’t have and love you again then life for him will never be enjoyable again.

Watching you from a safe distance, he saw the way you were smiling at the customers. How sweet you were and he felt jealousy. He knew that if he hadn’t have broken you as he did, you would be in his arms this very second giving him that same enchanting smile.

He then noticed your co worker, Yuji. How he smiled at you. How he looked at you. And Hisoka hated it. He noticed how you smiled at him. And he hated it. His bloodlust began to leak. He couldn’t stop his bubbling rage within him. He couldn’t handle this torture any longer. He finally made a decision. To get you back no matter what.

Your Pov

I felt a chill run down my spine. It was a familiar chill that only belonged to one person. But I thought that was impossible. He’s gone. And he’s not coming back. He told me that I wasn’t useful to him. That he was bored of me. So why would he be here? The door to the bakery suddenly opened. I turned my head as I normally would and to my despair… there he stood. The man I thought I would never see again… Hisoka Morrow was standing right in front of me.

I froze. He looked the same as he did a year ago. Except he wasn’t wearing his normal outfit. He was sporting a sweatshirt and a pair of black jeans. He hair was down and his make up was removed showing his beautiful pale features. God, I almost forgot how handsome he was. How his piercing golden eyes felt looking in to mine. How sharp his jawline was. How plump his lips were. How soft his skin looked. Hisoka Morrow truly is the most handsome man I’ve ever seen.

I didn’t realize I was crying until I felt his hand touch my cheek and wipe my tear away. I have no idea why, but I let him do it. I missed this feeling. I missed touch. And god his smell. A mixture of fruit and sandalwood. I realized right then and there that no matter what, I would always love him.

Finally, I came to my senses. This was the man that shattered my heart and left me to suffer. This was the man that called me useless. This was the man that lied to me for years. Why on earth would I allow him to touch me in the way. He doesn’t get to do that anymore. With that thought, I smacked his hand away and scolded him.

“What the hell are you doing here Hisoka!” I spat

“Darling, I am here to apologize. I’m so sorry for what I did to you. For how I hurt you-“

“I really don’t care how you feel now.” I interrupted.

“You can’t just waltz in here and expect me to forgive you for what you have done. Please go away. I’m working and I don’t have time for you”

“Darling I-“ Hisoka tried to say

“Don’t call me that”

Hisoka took a deep breath. 

“Y/n, please can we at least take this somewhere else. Please I need to tell you this. Even if you don’t forgive me I just need you to know how I truly feel.” He spoke calmly

I shouldn’t have have said no, but I felt compelled to say yes. I told Kyo that I needed to take my break early. She was hesitant but understood the importance of the situation at hand. Hisoka and I went to the nearby park. The walk was silent, but somehow not uncomfortable. After five minutes we were at a more secluded place at the park. It was almost romantic and felt like a place he would’ve taken me if the situation was much different.

“Y/n” Hisoka said breaking the silence

“Hisoka” I said in almost a whisper.

Hisoka turned to me and my breath fought in my throat because I saw something that I never knew I would ever see. Hisoka was crying. His eyes were puffy and he had some dried tears on his face.

“Y/n, I am so sorry for the pain I have caused you. I don’t know the extent of it, but I know you were hurt because of my actions. I know I’m not the best man in the world, but I made you a promise and I broke that promise. I’m not trying to condone my actions, but I was threatened. The threat is gone now and honestly they were easier to dispose of than I thought.” Hisoka said in a regretful tone.

“Hisoka why didn’t you tell me any of this? Why, why weren’t you honest with me?” I asked eagerly.

“ Because I couldn’t lose you!” Hisoka exclaimed. “My flower you are the most important thing I have ever had and I truly love you.” Hisoka said as he moved closer to me with tears in both our eyes.

“I said those awful things to try and protect you. I thought that if I had hurt you, that you would forget about me. You would realize how bad I was and find someone you could love. Someone that you would never have to feel unsafe with. I just wanted to protect you and I thought that by me leaving, you would be safe”

“You’re such an idiot Hiso! I love you. I always have. I’ve spent the last year trying to forget about you. I’ve worked on my mental health and did things more for myself. I did do some healing in the process, but you were still on my mind. I couldn’t get you out no matter what I tried.” I said as I reached out and held his face lovingly. 

Hisoka had a shocked expression on his face that was also filled with love.

“Please will you give me another chance to fix the wrongs I have made. I promise that I will never hurt you as I have again. My heart tore knowing what I did to you. And I have always regretted losing you my flower. You don’t have to say anything now, but please consider it.” Hisoka pleated.

“You hurt me so much Hisoka I need some time to think things over.”

“I understand flower I will give you as much time as you need.” Hisoka said lovingly.

One week later…

Maybe I’m stupid or maybe I’ve just made the best decision of my life. But I can’t help the way I feel for him. Knowing what he did out of love for me makes me rethink this past year. I will insist on taking things slow, but I simply cannot stop loving him.

Reaching for my phone, I texted him and asked him to meet at the park like we did a week ago. He responded within a minute and agreed. I was nervous about this. Overthinking about how bad all of this could go again. But I just can’t help my feelings. After a ten minute walk I finally made it to the park where I saw Hisoka standing in the same spot we were in a week ago.

“Hisoka” I called out

Hisoka turned to me and looked at me with an expression full of love. One that I haven’t seen in a long time.

“My darling ” he smiled

“I’ve made my decision.” I said with full confidence.

“I will give you a second chance because I simply cannot help my feelings for you. This might be the dumbest thing I could do, but I’m willing to take that chance. With that said I wanna take things a little slow with you. And build up our relationship again.” I spoke feeling hopeful

“Thank you, thank you for giving me this chance, flower” Hisoka beamed.

Suddenly he came up to me and embraced me. God, it felt like I was home again. I always did feel so safe in his arms. Breathing him in. Feeling his warmth. I felt so happy in that moment. And honestly I didn’t want to let go. I knew that Hisoka didn’t want to either based on how tight he was hugging me. Everything felt good again. Everything felt truly peaceful. And now I feel as thought I won’t need to ever ask…

Why?

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Arena Angel

(Chapter 2)

Hisoka x reader; Chrollo x reader; Illumi x reader (might start off relatively slowburn as I build the story)

Y/N used to work as an unofficial healer at the Heaven’s Arena, but was recently demoted and can no longer perform her side gig. Chaos ensues when her fav lil menace returns from an absence. (Adultrio x reader)

“Hey, Y/N, you ok to go on break?”

“If I ever say no to that question, I want you to take the glock out from under my desk and shoot me.”

You practically scrambled away from your desk, barely remembering to flip the sign on your kiosk to closed before leaving.

Work wasn’t hard, but it was dull - emotionally taxing, if you will. Dealing with dumb customers and dumber coworkers will drain a girl, and quick. At least before your incident, you had your side gig to tend to, getting your mind off the boring shit and raking in a lil extra cash at the same time. Was it against arena policy? No..? Maybe? You don’t know, but as long as no one snitched, everyone was winning.

After all, the key to success is knowing your audience, and in this case, you were perfectly suited.

A nen healer surrounded by competitive fighters. Fork found in kitchen, right?

Anyways, the downside is, your side gig was physically taxing, rather than emotionally. Explaining the mechanics of it to non nen users was far too irritating, and so it could only be exacted when on duty on floors 200+.

Well, besides. With such annoying drawbacks, you charged quite the price for a job, and not many others could afford it.

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You grumbled to yourself, rubbing your eyes as you poured yourself a coffee from a pit that had already been cold a couple of hours.

At this rate, you’d never get back to the top. Mimi could hold a grudge, and she doesn’t owe you any favours currently. Your best bet would be covering someone else’s shift - yes, you would prove yourself trustworthy again.

You just needed a chance.

“Fuck!” A quiet curse came from outside the break room, startling you from your scheming.

“Everything ok, Mimi?”

You could hear the phone ringing - no one picked up. Mimi mumbled out a soft ‘fuck off’ upon realising no one was answering, before the swift click of her flip phone snapping shut rang through the air.

“Y/N. You’re not scheduled for tonight, are you? But you’re free..?”

You felt giddy. Had you really manifested this into existence? You wiped your clammy palms on your skirt before answering her.

“Uh yeah, I’m not on schedule. B-but I’m free though..” you cleared your throat, hoping your stutter was unnoticeable.

“Good. I need you to cover for Lola. She called out sick for the fourth time this week.”

Well, we all know Lola didn’t actually call out - she just didn’t show up, probably hanging out with her boyfriend instead.

Hey, the girl’s got priorities, you can respect that.

BUT, Lola always got flood 200. Fuckjng suck up. At least it worked out in your favour this time.

“Sounds good. 8pm-6am shift, right?” You spoke as you walked away, flipping open your phone.

Time to let everyone know we’re back in business.

A/N: short chapter which is just exposition really, but I’m trying to get used to writing again. More coming I promise

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Sluts Undercover

Meruem x Reader

Y/N is sent undercover along with Palm to infiltrate the royal palace as Bizeff's slaves. Unfortunately, Y/N is captured; however, Mereum certainly manages to find a good purpose for her!

A/N: Based off of that one scene where the palace invasion team is all scared about what may have happened to Palm >:) I'm aware Meruem does not know his name at this stage in the arc: it's a plot device so hush.

You truly did miss good company.

Palm’s absence was tangible. The stale air did nothing to soothe your worries as you laid awake in the gaudy bed Bizeff had provided. Whilst the soft sheets provided some comfort, the reminder of your purpose and the possible fates of Palm did little to reassure you.

Unlike the rest of the team, you weren’t a nen user. That lack of basic self defense already put you at a disadvantage, but it was necessary for your infiltration mission. Should the Royal Guard detect your presence, or God forbid the King, the worst that would happen is your death. Although, that was hardly reassuring.

But, the image of your determined friends, namely Gon and Killua (bless their souls) was a firm reminder of your objective.

Escape Bizeff, and infiltrate the palace - by whatever means necessary. Lower the guards of the Chimera Ants in anticipation of the extermination squad. Provide medical support throughout the attack, and serve as a distraction. Bait, you supposed.

When Knov proposed your participation in this mission, you were intimidated. Being a non nen user, you mainly worked in the Association, providing medical assistance to Hunter’s between missions, rarely attending one of your own.

And yet, here you lay.

‘Lord, give me courage.’ You prayed silently. Your silken slip left little to the imagination, relying on your hair to shield you from rhetorical evening breeze, as you slowly emerged from your room.

Shoeless, you tiptoed through the town square, the fountain trickling the only noise audible. This place was seemingly abandoned, with the exception of yourself and Bizeff’s other concubines.

With a deep breath, you shook away your goosebumps, and approached the elevator. Quietly entering the code Bizeff has so graciously provided you, (Lord knows the self respect you lost in that endeavour), you felt the elevator ascend, sealing your fate.

Emerging from the elevator, you froze. A most overwhelming terror encompassed your body, shaking your soul within you. Fear wracked your nerves, as your laboured breaths hastened. Quaking on the spot, you gaze darted around the room, pupils narrowed as adrenaline coursed through your veins.

Is this the En Knov described?

No, it can’t be.

As if to answer your indirect question, a figure revealed itself, shadows dancing as he descended the grand staircase.

The man appeared relatively humanoid, should you disregard his twitching antenna suggesting his annoyance, and his frigid lilac skin. As his gaze landed on you, your fear became more intensified within your soul.

“You. You there, little human. What are you doing here?” The Chimera Ant spoke through gritted teeth, eyes narrowed as he gestured at you with a flourish.

Your eyes widened in realisation as his eye contact held you in place. With a small stutter you replied,

“M-my name is Y/N. I’m one of Secretary B-Bizeff’s concubines. I w-wanted to feel some fresh air, and it appears I’ve gotten lost. I do h-hope I’m not intruding…” you trail off, unsure if your half-truthful lie will be enough to satiate the ant in front of you.

“Hmm, very well. I believe it is my duty to take you before my King.” Either your submission and politeness has pleased him, or your mere presence greatly irritated him, as he grips your wrist in a flash and begins to lead you up the stairs.

His bruising grip yet cold hands provide a confusing contrast, a distinct reminder of the lack of humanity in these ants.

You stumble behind Pouf as the two of you ascend the stairs, his grip dragging you along. His gracefulness puts your jittery movements to shame, your intense anxiety filtering through a calm facade.

The journey felt excruciatingly long, yet in reality was likely only two or three minutes. As the seconds ticked by, the weight on your heart increased tenfold, the mere thought of being face to face with the king crushing your lungs and halting your breath. As if sensing your discomfort, Pouf sighed and hurried his pace, clearly eager to be rid of your troublesome presence.

After what felt like an eternity, your worst fears were finally realised. A swift knock on the double doors from Pouf snapped you out of your troubled stupor, further indicating your likely demise. A stern voice commanded “Enter.”, sealing your fate.

After what Pouf deemed to be an unacceptably long pause of hesitation, a slender hand reached over you to push open one of the doors, the other finding its way to the small of you back to deliver a firm shove, causing you to stumble in to the grand throne room. The slammed of the door seemed to trigger panic within you, your mind racing. Falling to your knees, you trembled.

‘Is this the power of the king? I haven’t even set eyes on him, and yet here I am, trembling like a child. Did Palm experience this? Was she just as afraid as I? Is she… dead? Will I be killed too?’ You shook your head, allowing the negative thoughts to dissolve into white noise, as you gathered the courage to raise your head. Eye contact may be too bold for the moment, but perhaps just capturing a glimpse of his figure may put your restless mind at ease.

it would be nice to know who was going to kill you, after all.

Heavy footsteps against the tile floor halted your plans for the moment. Continuing to gaze into the floor below you, your ragged breaths gave away your desperate fear as the creature stopped and crouched in front of you.

“Raise your head. I want to look at you.”

Startled by the command, you hesitated. Would it be wiser to comply? Will that give you a chance of survival? Or would he kill you, regardless?

Your internal debate was cut short, when a firm grip suddenly appeared on your jaw, squishing your cheeks together as the hand forced your gaze upwards. Tears began to fall from your eyes, suddenly oh-so aware of your own mortality, and the strength of the figure in front of you. And oh, how beautifully terrifying that creature was.

Regardless of your thoughts, the ant king began to mutter, posing rhetorical questions while tilting your face, seemingly inspecting your features.

“Tell me, little human. Are you with the other humans, attempting to foil my plans? No, unlikely, you clearly are not a Ben user, nor do you possess any impressive mental fortitude. A spy, perhaps? If so that just makes it all the more fun.”

The king’s vague wording instilled fear in you, as you inferred a future of torture if not capital punishment. Squirming in his grasp, you struggled for freedom, or at least some sense of control in this helpless situation.

“Futile indeed, little human.” Any and all escape attempts ceased at those words.

“My Royal Guard suggests I kill you. An act of mercy perhaps.” The ant king seemed amused at the suggestion. “But, that would be quite the waste, wouldn’t you agree? It’s not everyday such a pretty thing stumbles into my palace. Yes, I do believe we can find a much better use for you, little human.” Your stomach dropped as his smirk grew.

On the bright side, this does imply a chance of survival? However, it could arguably be a fate worse than death.

Grabbing you by your hair, the ant king stood up and dragged you to his throne, as you whined at the sharp tugs on your scalp. Seating himself, he pulled you into his lap, you back pressed tightly against his chiseled chest. A hand snaked around your waist, locking you in place, as his thick thighs pinned your legs in a spread position. Panic coursed through your veins at your sudden vulnerability, chest heaving, eyes welling up as his hand traveled further down, snaking under your slip, as his presses his face into the crook of your neck. The ant king inhales sharply at the scent, purring and nuzzling your neck in satisfaction as his sharp nails swiftly tear your panties.

Thick fingers swipe at your folds, rubbing tight circles against your clit at you unwillingly mewled in pleasure. Chuckling at your reaction, the ant flicks your clit a few more times, the pleasure distorting the pain as he plunges two thick fingers into your sopping walls.

“So wet already. Are you enjoying this, little human?” He murmurs into your ears, hit breath tickling your neck, sensations overwhelming you as his fingers curl deep inside you, massaging your gummy walls and curling around that spongy spot deep inside of you.

“s-sir..” unsure what to call the creature, you opt for an honorific, in an attempt to appease the king. A snort behind you reveals the foolishness of your attempt as he replies, “You are to address me as Meruem-sama.”

A soft cry escapes you as his fingers repeatedly curl against your spongy walls. “Y-yes, M-Meruem-sama..”

A smirk against your neck reveals his delight at your cooperation, as the king plants a series of soft kisses and bites along your neck, before choosing to suck harshly against your jaw. The stimulation and attention increased as he sped up his ministrations, a coil tightening in your stomach as you approached your high. Unsure of how to express such a thing, you simply cried, “c-cumming, Meruem-sama!” As your walls clenched down harshly around his fingers, gushing your slick all down his hand and wrist.

Meruem sighed against your neck, alarmingly pensive for a man an ant who had you cumming on his fingers seconds earlier.

“Yes, this is certainly much more suitable for you than death, wouldn’t you agree?”

A/N: it has been a very long time haha.

I found this in my drafts and it was too funny a concept to not share with world so enjoy. Maybe I’ll write a part two if anyone likes it

Cheeky username change cuz I love borderlands :333

Arena Angel

(Chapter 1)

Hisoka x reader; Chrollo x reader; Illumi x reader (might start off relatively slowburn as I build the story)

Y/N used to work as an unofficial healer at the Heaven’s Arena, but was recently demoted and can no longer perform her side gig. Chaos ensues when her fav lil menace returns from an absence. (Adultrio x reader)

Bzzt… bzzt… bzzt

With what most would deem unnecessary violence, you smacked your alarm clock with all the rage one can muster at 5:00am.

“W-what time is it?”

Sleepy mumbles cascaded from your lips, as you rubbed your eyes vigorously, trying to shake the sleep from them. Forcing yourself upright, you at once your bed for a moment, contemplating your options.

You could get up now, or be late for work.

“God, I hate this fucking job.”

I mean, working at the notorious Heaven’s Arena wasn’t all bad - the pay was good, you worked with friends, and there were plenty of hot men to stare at (if you could ignore their psychotic personalities), but the early mornings really did suck.

“I swear to god, as soon as I can afford it I’m quitting this god forsaken job.”

Despite your grievances, you still found the motivation to drag a comb through your hair, throw on some makeup to hide the visible bags under your eyes, and don your rather eccentric (but kinda cunty?) uniform.

Admiring yourself in the mirror, you picked at the uniform with a slight frown.

“Holy shit, am I sexy in this uniform.”

With a sudden surge of energy, you slapped your cheeks for courage and headed off to work.

~

“Hmm, coffee really does make everything better!” With eyes extremely alert and a beaming smile, you skipped over to your manager’s office to learn your assignment for the day.

‘Mimi! It’s been too long, baby!”

“Y/N, you literally saw me 8 hours ago.” With an exasperated sigh, your manager got up from her desk to approach you.

“You’re on sign-in duty today. No complaints this time, honey.”

“Awh, but Mimi, it’s so fucking boringggg!” You shook her arm gently, whining at your assignment for the day.

Sign-in duty sucked. You had to act all happy and shit to meet these wannabe fighters who likely wouldn’t even make it to the tenth floor.

“Baby, please, at least let me work the desk on 100!”

Mimi groaned at your persistence. Shaking your limbs away from her arm until you released her, she returned to her desk.

“Nothing I can do, honey. You’re gonna have to suck it up today.”

With a groan befitting an annoyed teenager, you dragged your feet and stumbled out of Mimi’s office. You grumbled under your breath as you slammed the door for effect, trying to emphasise your displeasure.

“Don’t slam my fucking door, missy!” A yell came from behind the door, as you hastily jogged away. Mimi sure knew how to ruin your day with relative ease. I mean, you loved the girl, but fuck did she give you the worst assignments.

Once again, you began whining to yourself as you made your way towards the elevator.

“There’s literally never anyone interesting to speak to there. This is why Melanie works the sign-in desk: there’s nothing going on in that fucking head of her’s. I, on the other hand, am a fucking Nen user, and I’m not ever allowed to work on the 200’s anymore.” Rambling to yourself as you stomped into the elevator, you waved your hands around for emphasis.

“I mean, I slapped a participant one time, ONE FUCKING TIME, and I get borderline demoted. Bullshit, if you ask me.” With unnecessary force you slammed the ground floor button on the elevator, tapping your foot impatiently as you waited to arrive at the bottom of the building.

A dark air seemed to gather around you, deterring watchful stares from people passing by, as you slumped down into your chair, putting on your game face.

“Ok, Y/N. You’re gonna be the best fucking greeter ever so we can have maybe fun at this job again.”

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Maybe this was your own personal purgatory. Your face hurt from smiling, the amount of ego stroking you’ve already done is mind numbing, and it’s not even noon.

The line still extends for hundreds of meters, and with no end in sight, you accepted your fate with a grimace.

“Killuaaaa, how long is this gonna take??” You suddenly hear an impatient whine a few people down.

You mumble to yourself, “me too kid.”

“Gon, would a little patience kill you? We’re almost there.” The huffing of another young boy catches your attention.

It’s not everyday young children show up to fight he, but then again, you can’t sense any aura from them - other from the usual leaking of course.

‘Maybe I’m getting my hopes up. At least they sound interesting - they’re fucking loud though.’

With a forced smile, you greet the pair. “Hello boys! Are you here to sign up on this fine, fine morning?” The white haired kid widens his eyes slightly, taking in your form.

“That smile looks painful.” Well, this has just killed any baby fever you have ever experienced. The green haired boy clearly needs to work on his social skills.

“Yeah well, ego stroking all day’ll do that to you, kid. Can I help you?” Slightly irked, you try to stay polite, making eye contact with the white haired boy.

“Wait a minute, do I know you? You feel familiar..” you trail off, unsure if you recognise him.

“You’ve aged poorly, old hag.”

“OLD HAG? Is that you, Killua?” Wholly unimpressed, you glare at the cheeky brat. “I’m literally 20. I was 14 the last time you saw me.”

He waved his hand, acting unbothered. “Yeah, yeah, woman. Just sign us up.”

“Well what the fuck’s this kids name, huh? Finally made a friend? Who knew you were capable of socialising, mr assassin.”

The green haired boy’s eyes flitted between the two of you, confused by the witty banter. Pointing at himself, he finally spoke up.

“I’m Gon. It’s nice to meet you, desk lady!”

“Please don’t call me that. I’m Y/N, kid. Nice to meet you. Anyways, let’s get you two signed up. Hopefully I’ll get to see more of you. It’s nice to have familiar faces occasionally.” After a few moments of admin and paper work, you finally set the two boys up.

“ookay, Killua you are number #2054, and Gon is #2055. You guys can head in, and when they call your number, head to the stated arena for your first fight.” You scribble something on a piece of paper and slide it to Killua. “Here’s my number. Call me if you need anything. I’m working on working my way back up the corporate ladder following my last incident.”

Killua snorts at the memory. He’s still astounded you managed to take a fully grown man down with a single slap after he groped you.

“Sweet, I’ll text you if Gon needs babysitting.” Killua grabs Gon by the shoulders, steering him towards the door, despite the boys whines at the insult. You send them off with a chuckle, more determined than ever to get back to the 200’s.

After all, you rather missed your side gig.

A/N: not proofread so sorry if bad grammar lol. this is gonna be a very silly fic. I need the hxh fandom to be reborn so I am contributing fanfics.