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Hello! This tea cup knows there's no one around yet but just in case someone comes by and is interested I accept requests from the following fandoms and characters:
Hunter x Hunter (Rose tea)
· Hisoka Morrow
· Illumi Zoldyck
· Chrollo Lucilfer
· Feitan
· Shalnark
· Killua (Aged)
· Kurapika
Kimetsu No Yaiba (Lemongrass tea)
· Muzan Kibutsuji
· Douma
· Tanjiro Kamado
· Kyojuro Rengoku
· Enmu
· Inosuke Hashibira
Twisted Wonderland (Matcha)
· Riddle Rosehearts
· Trey Clover
· Cater Diamond
· Azul Ashengrotto
· Jade Leech
· Floyd Leech
· Leona Kingscholar
· Jack Howl
· Kalim-Al Asim
· Jamil Viper
· Vil Schoenheit
· Rook Hunt
· Idia Shroud
· Malleus Draconia
· Lilia Vanrogue
· Divus Crewel
· Dire Crowley
· Che'nya
Requests Rules:
Do's
· Fluff
· Domestic scenarios
· Scenarios
· Headcannons
· Yandere
· Slight smut (implied, nothing explicit)
· Monster/creature Au ( no angels or demons, gimme a different spice)
·ABO Dynamics (alpha/beta/omega)
· AUs
· Might consider other characters not on list if the request is really good and detailed!
Don'ts
· Underage (has to be +17)
· Incest (Parent or sister/brother)
· Necrophilia
· Pedophilia
· character x character x reader (see previous works for the reasons)
· Among others that will be notified in the moment!
When I receive a nice amount of requests, I'll make a masterlist!
Here we are, an extra foamy fluffy rose tea with milk. Forgive any grammar mistakes, I was excited and proofread very fast. Another episode for the Fatherhood Suits You. Enjoy!
Fatherhood suits you serie- Hisoka
- Just like everyone else that loves Hisoka, I don’t see him with a child less with more than one. But I think it could be possible.
- HoWeVEr, Hisoka’s upbringing might push him to take care of his children the way he wasn’t taken care of. Specially if his S/O died from childbirth; his triplets, two boys and a little girl, must survive no matter what.
- Enter Dilf Hisoka, he’s your average murder jester with sadomasochistic tendencies but after 3 he’s a single dad with three little devils that he adores.
- They have him wrapped around their fingers too. That illegal dire wolf or something puppy is proof. But no way those puppy dog eyes are going to get him to cave in for cookies after 6pm; he learned early on how sugar equals nonos
- He will not move to the suburbs at the beginning. The picket white fence was never meant for someone like himself, but as the kids grow up, his little two room apartment is not enough to sustain them. So he leaves that apartment for his jobs and buys a house in a nice part of town. He’s more than capable of protecting his little family but he wants what’s best for them, knowing well he’s not always present for them.
- There will be occasions when he shows up to the job with a baby strapped on his front, one on his back and another on one of his arms because the nanny was unavailable
“Ermm, is this even legal?” The opponent would be so confused.
“Oh don’t worry, you won’t be able to get close” he taunts the man urging him to fight.
- The kids know how to defend themselves, he has taught them everything appropriate for children their age to use against an ofender. He can’t wait for them to grow up and spar with him for real using their nen.
- Cue in Hisoka getting called by the daycare director in the middle of a fight.
“Mr.Morrow?”
“He’s speaking” he grunts as he avoids a blow.
“Are you alright?”
“Mhm” he punches the man and swings him away into the dumpsters with his bungee gum. “What can I help you with?”
“Your child has been hitting other children and that is a behavior we do not tolerate”
“Did they win?” Hisoka chuckles picking up the other man by the back of his shirt.
“Wha-Mr. Morrow, this is a serious matter, this conduct may lead to behavioral problems in the future”
“Mmm, did you ask them why they were hitting the other kids?”
“N-“
“Then maybe you should. Little (B/N) doesn’t hit anyone unless he needs to” he hung up holding the phone to his chest and smiling proudly at the ground.
- Sometime later as they grow he might teach them to hit the spots no one can see, to avoid unnecessary scuffles and to only defend themselves when necessary.
- Now Hisoka doesn’t tolerate disrespect that he considers aims too close. Lemme explain, he knows at which point to shut the other person up when they have definitely crossed a big line. Since he receives many hurtful comments through out the day and night, he has his own little code about it. But with his children growing and reaching those phases in life where the questions and rebellious tints come through, he knows simple Nos and don’t do that won’t work anymore. They’re no longer toddlers or babies.
- So Hisoka has to put on the responsible father pants and lecture them about stuff. Of course, this is Hisoka and the pants are fluffy white with knee pads.
“(B/N), why do you think I stopped you, hmm?” The little boy is pouting looking to the ground and trying to cover his face with his (H/C) tresses.
“Come on, you’re a smart boy” Hisoka might sometimes sound condescending since he still learning how to be a good father.
“Because I pushed that girl over the slide”
“Good boy, and why is that wrong in this context?”
“She didn’t attack me first”
“Beautiful, now go sit on the bench. You’re in time out for five minute”
“B-“ the kid cuts himself off when he feels the slight flare of his father’s nen. “Ok”
“Good boy, there some snacks on the bag”
- This man gets called out a lot when he’s in the park. People like to asume he kidnapped the children as he sits cross legged on the blanket with them. One of his kids sitting in his lap eating some blueberries while the other two are drawing or plastic sword fighting.
“Now, careful with each other. Remember to block” he comments while he braids his little girl’s hair.
“Papa” he gets pulled into a small conversation about dinosaurs with his girl and notices from the corner of his eye someone approaching his kids.
“Excuse me kids, where are your parents? Do you know this man?”
“He’s our father”
“You don’t have to pretend, if you’re in trouble let us know ok?” The presumptuous lady whispers to the confused boys
“Is there any trouble with my children?” Hisoka’s voice doesn’t need to boom to sound menacing, his playful drawl makes their skin crawl as he stands behind his kids who are unaffected by the voice. He’s carrying his little girl and pulling his kids closer to him. He knows this person could do nothing to harm them before Hisoka beats them up, but he wants his children to feel protected.
“Are these your kids”
“Surely, I thought their hair color and eyes would be obvious enough” he winks to one of his boys who’s looking at him a bit spooked by the situation. The boy smiles toothily and turns to look at the lady.
“Oh my mistake, I apologize” she chuckles nervously trying to play it off.
Hisoka chuckles and gives her a closed eye smile “Please do not make the same mistake twice. It might not be pleasant” with that said he turned taking his children with him back to the blanket spot.
- With them in his life, Hisoka has learnt many life lessons and values he might’ve kept buried in the past. Illumi thinks fatherhood does not suit him at all as he sees the man running away after he said he had children. Then he collapses from the fast approaching card to his neck.
“Hah~ I felt some passing empathy” he says holding his chest dramatically “ it’s gone now” he stands going back to his amused self and Illumi looks at the whole scene feeling disjointed but doesn’t complain.
- Speaking of Illumi, no emotions assassin uncle? Heck yeah! At first Illumi was inconvenienced. Why on earth would Hisoka of all people want children? But after three weeks of not seeing the jester, Illumi will never admit it, but he was bored and kind of concerned. Did they finally killed him?
So he tracked Hisoka down and found him in his apartment. The place was a mess, cardboard boxes opened and thrown in corners, boxes portraying cute illustrations of babies drinking milk and others of their adorably illustrated diapers. In Illumi’s mind Hisoka had already one too many kinks but this was plain out stupid and if the clown wasn’t dead he would surely murder him.
With the footsteps of a cat, Illumi made his way around the apartment, walking down a semi long hallway to reach the clown’s bedroom. As Illumi was about to pass the archway opening the semi-open door further, he stopped, feeling the card inch closer into his neck.
“If you wake them up, I will kill you”
“I thought my stealth would’ve let you know it’s me” Illumi’s monotonous voice sounded like a whisper.
“I know it’s you Llumi~ but I’ve gone through hell to make them go to sleep and if you rile them up I will murder you” the voice drawled with murderous amusement.
“Them?” Illumi heard Hisoka’s lithe footsteps move around the room and then the click of a lamp. The light washed over the room and illuminated the very messy attempt at putting together the three cribs, the mess all around, the bundle on Hisoka’s arms and the other two bundled shapes slightly moving on the bed but still fast asleep.
Illumi’s void like eyes looked at Hisoka with many questions written on his face but then slightly recoiled at the sight. Hisoka the usual cocky clown with impeccable complexion and fashionable style was devoid of all make up, his hair was curled but hadn’t been washed in a bit so the curls were weighted and going on the verge of straightening. His pale skin made the bags under his eyes more noticeable and even though he looked good in the sweats and the white wife beater, he looked dead ass tired.
“When was the last time you slept?” It was a genuine question filled with morbid curiosity.
“It’s been a while” Hisoka sighed running a hand through his hair and trembling in slight disgust at the greasy feeling.
“What’s with the kids? Are they hostages? You know you don’t have to keep them alive if they’re hostages?”
“They’re mine” Hisoka croaked, his voice low and menacing, feeling like the words mama bear would tell the hunter who came to pillage her house.
“Your kids?”
“It’s a long story”
“I have time” Illumi sat down near the little bundles and watched them gravitate close to him much to his dismay.
- As the kids grow and see Illumi more and more when they’re awake it’s no wonder they start calling him Mama before they can differentiate gender.
“So annoying” he pulls the baby away from him in disgust, trying to get their chubby hands to unlock and let go of his hair.
The baby coos and giggles at him, smiling without any teeth but looking quite content. He makes grabby hands at Illumi clapping them together excited. Something in Illumi snaps and he suddenly wishes Killua would’ve looked at him like that.
- Add to this chaotic mixture possessiveness and compulsion. Illumi is their uncle. That’s final and he takes his job very seriously. He might’ve even sent Hisoka a butler or two to “take care of his little nephews and niece” he has to make sure they’re healthy and strong so they can open the stone doors to his family’s estate.
Hisoka might put his foot down and try to murder, and succeed, said butler as he presented himself at the door. He doesn’t want the same upbringing Llumi had for his kids, he knows what type of twisted mania runs in that family and he rather stick with his own.
- That doesn’t mean he will not go out with his kids and take Illumi along. The lot looking like a family, until the kids call him uncle and then everyone around is very confused. A story for another day.
- Hisoka likes to avoid the Zoldycks as much as possible, but he doesn’t want to upset them since he knows there’s plenty of bountys on his head. So when Kikio wants to see her little darlings, he complies, when he doesn’t have a valid excuse. The children don’t love it either but they understand.
- However its very different when he meets Gon, Alluka and Killua on the streets. Gon is naturally good with kids, so they love him. They’re a bit afraid of Killua’s tsundere personality but he grows soft for them and not to mention Alluka who loves to play with them. They have nice picnic and play dates at the park.
- All in all, Hisoka wouldn’t be an amazingly good role model to be a parent, but he would try his damnest to be good for them. He wants what’s best for the children and even he still on a learning curve when it comes to discipline toning certain behaviors down, he still tries his best.
- And let’s not mention when his daughter gets to that age where the boys just can’t keep it in their pants for her.
It could be carnage, between the two twin brothers, the father, the uncle and the friends. She has a brighter future if she becomes a nun.
The Girl in the Grass Bully! Muzan x Reader (Modern Au)
It's been a while, I'm not taking requests at the moment until I gather enough muse to finish the ones in my inbox. In the meantime enjoy this lemongrass tea!
WARNINGS: drugging, sort of kidnapping, non con kissing ( nothing else happens)
“Who did it, hm? Who did this to you Tanjiro?”
“It’s ok, I’m alright, Y/N please”
If you don’t tell me who did this to you I will find out and after I beat them I’ll beat you. Who did this?”
Tanjiro let out a heavy sigh and you nodded sarcastically.
“Ok” you stormed off away from the group, Zenitsu holding back inosuke trying to go and fight with you.
You walked down the halls cutting through the crowds of students like a hot knife through butter. Then you spotted him. Muzan, kibutsuji Muzan. With a scoff and a growl under your breath you made your way to him and the small group of idiots he called followers.
“He tried to stand up, to me? Pl-“ he felt a light tap on his shoulder. Annoyed at the interruption he turned slightly but couldn’t even see you as your fist connected with his jaw.
Caught off guard Muzan stumbled backward. His group of friends were about to engage you and you were ready but he signaled them back.
Swiping at the red spot where he was hit, Muzan straightened up and glared at you.
You were so mad you were almost hyperventilating. Your tense and easy stance told him you wouldn’t back down just like the idiot he beat up not too long ago.
“You come near Tanjiro again, and a bruised jaw would be the least of your troubles. Do you understand?”
He raised a fine eyebrow judging your speech between stupidity or bravery. No matter the outcome he has to admit you had guts. He was the richest kid in the school and quite handsome. Everyone said yes to him even the teachers. He was by far the smartest and would beat into submission anyone who tried to rise above him. He had to be the perfect man.
“Are you deaf? I thought I just punched your jaw, or is your perfect brain still computing the words?”
He scoffed and smirked at you. “So, the brat had a girlfriend. What boyfriend lets his girl defend him”
“You don’t strike me as the smartest person in this hallway right now. I asked you a question I thought answering was what you were good at. Besides, what I am to Tanjiro is irrelevant. I could be his damn mother for all you care. Stay. Away.”
You turned to leave. “And what if I don’t?” He taunted.
You didn’t even turned just side glanced at him with your iciest glare, “Keep coming and you’ll find out.”
With that you kept walking leaving a smug Muzan behind. He was intrigued.
That was the first time you had caught his eyes directly. But no matter to him you were easy. If you were really that brats girlfriend then he wouldn’t have no trouble at all getting you all to himself like another conquest.
He huffed in amusement.
“Do you want us to take care of her?” Kokushibo asked behind Muzan.
“Let her be. I’ll take care of her myself” That was a promise.
You on the other hand went about your merry way to Tanjiro and your friends. After patching him up, you walked him and his sister to their dorm. The three of you have lived next to each other and have been childhood friends. You were there when his father sadly died, when his single mother had Nezuko and your parents helped her with everything they needed. So when he started getting bullied by a spoiled rich kid, you jumped in front of him and stood up to the guy and his group of good for nothing brats. You hated to see the amusement and gleam of sick excitement they got from beating those lesser than themselves.
Everything had been going smoothly, you had all started your first year in college and thought you were past these stupid castes and bullies. But it turns out college made it worse. You had all protected each other’s backs and those who were smaller and weaker. That is until the spoiled rich kid transferred and all hell broke loose. In front of the professors and RAs Muzan kibutsuji was the perfect gentleman, smartest student and the most diligent of all. But when the classroom doors closed, his aura shifted and he made 180 turn to his personality. With his red cold eyes and constant scowl he owned the place. Girls were always on him, left and right, but he swore he had a beautiful girlfriend, one he most certainly was cheating on with the pretty girl in his gang.
Bit by bit he started “recruiting” people to his masses, until he had a group of 7 assholes who benefited from his money and influence. Of course he was no idiot, and the people in his group were diligent and precise, not like him, but he believed they could be.
Your group of lone rangers were the only ones tough enough who could stand up to him and his goons. Not to mention the occasional upperclassman who was willing to help.
After decking his jaw, you turned a bit paranoid at the prospect of what they might do to you if they found you alone in the halls. So you all stuck together and waited for each other’s classes to be done to walk back to the dorms.
But that evening Tanjiro was called to work an extra shift on account of the person getting sick, Zenitsu had a date with Nezuko and Inosuke had to stay behind at the library with Rengoku for an extra help session with his math class.
You were alone on every front.
But you kept on an air of indifference and pure idiotic bravery as you exited the library with Inosuke’s screams in the background. You held two big tomes from your history, rolling your shoulders back in discomfort. It had been a hellish week and you were ready to lay down on your bed the minute you reached the dorms.
Your eyes saw the flicker of movement in your peripheral vision yet you kept walking as if you hadn’t seen anything at all. You reach the bus station and side glance the two guys who had been following you all this time. You had never seen them around campus and they didn’t look like Kibutsuji’s goons for friends. Still they reached the bus stop and were lingering around you. You kept a serious face, brows almost scrunched up in anger at the absurdity of the situation, while pretending you didn’t notice how one of the guys went close behind you. Your hands gripped the tomes as if they were your only lifeline.
Suddenly you felt the shift in the air as the guy made an attempt to hug you from behind. Your hand swung one tome hitting the guy in the face. You stood on the bench and kicked the other one square in the chest. Your hand swung again hitting the first guy with your remaining tome as you jumped over and ran.
You weren’t a runner but the adrenaline pumping through you was making you go faster than you had ever run before.
Your chest and side hurt from not breathing right but the footfalls behind you were a telltale of what would happen if you slowed down for even a second. Up ahead there was an nterception and as you placed one foot on the white pedestrian lights, the light turned red and the cars proceed to pass. Your hands turned to fists and you turned down another way close to the passing cars.
Suddenly there was a honk and a door opened.
“Get in” the man screamed. Your frantic eyes didn’t even glanced up to see who it was and you jumped into salvation closing the door behind you as the car sped away.
You panted and hyperventilated until a hand came down on your shoulder making you jump.
“Eeek!”
“I didn’t think I would see the day when you would look this scare” the teasing deep voice brought you back and your eyes looked up to meet two crimson orbs. Muzan.
You gasped hands reaching the door out of instinct.
“Hey, don’t be rude, I just saved your pathetic life from whatever it was you were doing back there,” His hand motioned you nonchalantly.
“Just leave me here I’ll be fine” you didn’t like the idea of sharing oxygen with the man you threatened two weeks ago.
“Why? So that you can get murdered and then the blame will fall on me? I don’t think so. I’ll drop you off at your dorm after I make sure your fine and nothing can be blamed on me. I have an image to maintain, after all. Besides whoever was running with you might know where you live. Did that ever cross your brilliantly stupid mind, hmm? You can come with me to my penthouse and after sometime I’ll drop you off.”
You had opened and closed your mouth like a gaping fish while he talked. Unable to find a flaw in his argument, you opted to stay quiet in a silent agreement. The worst thing was that his argument had the perfect amount of logic to make sense and deter you from doing anything stupid.
“Fine” you grumbled looking out the window.
“Lovely. Now don’t move and don’t speak, I can smell your sweat from here and it’s not pleasant” you turned beet red and wanted to beat him but he was holding the wheel of a moving vehicle.
After a couple of minutes you had reach his apartment complex, the place looked uninhabited from the outside but the lighted windows gave it away. Muzan led you into the lavish lobby like a gentleman insisting on holding your arm on his. The place looked straight out of a rich vintage magazine, all decorated with black marble and gold indents everywhere. Even the bellman knew him and gave him a smug look that made you scoff. You weren’t one of his conquests and couldn’t believe he didn’t correct the man.
The elevator took the two of you all the way up to his penthouse. Luxury couldn’t begin to describe the amount of wealth he had and how he displayed it. The place was big, decorated to look as expensive as it was, sparing nothing to the imagination.
Yet there were no servants around like you had been expecting. There was no one but the two of you.
“Where’s the entourage of servants willing to cater to your every need?” You had asked, tone voicing actual confusion as you sat down on his leather sofa.
He chuckled “Well as presumptuous as that sounded, I might as well satiate your stupid curiosity. I’m independent and can actually make my own food and all.” He answered sarcastically handling you a glass of water with a cynical smile.
“I see” you eyed him suspiciously but your parched throat couldn’t bear any longer and the water looked fine so you gulped it down in one sitting almost asking for more.
“Now in what pathetic little problems have you entangled yourself in to be chased like that, was it that you threatened someone else beating your boyfriend?” Muzan sat in front of you, smiling at your white knuckles gripping the glass hard.
“Actually, I was minding my own business and they were…going to grab me” you whispered the last part and with it came crashing down the weight of your exhaustion. It was now that you realized the real danger you had been in and how close you came to be a victim of whatever sick games these people were playing.
Your hand stopped gripping the glass as you set it on your lap looking at it as if it was the most interesting thing in the room.
“They tried to gr-grab me. I-I don’t know w-why- how? I-I don’t know what was going o-on” Muzan saw the shaking of your muscles and his eyes softened for a moment.
“You’re safe here” he said, the tone of his voice was the softest you had ever heard “How about you take a shower and I’ll get something started, hmm? I believe that would be the best thing to do now, what would you like?” You were flabbergasted and were doubting you had actually gotten in the car with Muzan. The Muzan Kibutsuji who had made Tanjiro’ and your’s childhood a nightmare. The Muzan who had bothered you even now in college and you were sure he had transferred just to make your life harder.
The same one who had given you a big pair of pajamas and underwear, telling you to not ask questions as he ushered you into the lavish bathroom to shower. The one that asked you what you would like to eat and was ready to prepare it.
You were pondering everything under the warm spray of water on your back.
After dressing up and patting your hair dry you walked slowly towards the kitchen, footfalls masked by the sound of the extractor.
“You did well, yes. But need I remind you I only asked you to scare her away not traumatize her… Are you telling me I’m wrong? I was quite clear with what I asked of your pathetic existence” Your blood froze and you were retreating back to the bathroom, eyes trained on the light of the kitchen.
Your back collided with a strong chest and before you could even gasp there was a pinch on your neck. You huffed, hand coming to hold the spot on your neck as you slowly turned to see a pair of rainbow eyes gleam with the kitchen light like prism rainbows. The blond gave you a small wave giggling as your eyes flickered between consciousness and limbo and your frame was tilting to the side.
“Cute” was the last thing you heard before succumbing.
Douma held your body close to his, sniffing your hair freshly washed. He couldn’t help admire your sleeping self in his arms: it was almost as if you belonged there.
“Douma” a deep voice called from the end of the hall making him look up.
‘Muzan-sama!” He replied in delight “You gave all of us the needles just in case and she had heard you…” he explained
“Douma” Muzan called once more glaring at the blond’s grip on your frame, his eyes then flickered to his rainbow ones and he softened his features “You’ve done well. Come you can share meal with me. Take her to my room.”
Douma swore he could feel the excitement in every cell of his body.
Muzan had dismissed Douma and the rest of his “friends”, who lived throughout the apartments, after dinner, wanting to be alone for dessert as he called it. He opened the double doors to his room seeing you laying down on his four poster bed, completely oblivious to his red gaze. You had changed into the outfit he had given you but he was sure he could get you to undress if he used enough of his charm. He will never know now.
Muzan straddled you taking off both your shirt and his as he lowered to your neck kissing it and sucking on the skin intentionally leaving marks. He wasn’t planning on doing anything. Just making you think you had given yourself to him willingly to have leverage over your head. The moment his lips touched your skin you squirmed a bit. Muzan continued leaving open mouthed kisses as he moved from one side of your neck to the other.
“…jiro” you quietly moaned. Muzan straightened looking down at you with a raised brow.
He lowered once more kissing and sucking on the spot.
“Tanjiro…” you moaned a little louder making him scoff an incredulous laugh. The circumstances couldn’t be better and he thanked his stars his phone was closed by.
You woke up groggily and with a pounding headache like you had slept too much. You tried to turn on your side but a pair of arms weren’t letting you. With wide eyes you attempted to jump away only landing as far as the border of the bed and letting gravity do the rest.
“You’re awake? Did I not do a proper job this time? I thought you were going to be too satisfied to wake up, isn’t that what you said, dear? you froze.
“W-what?”
“Ahh was the drink too much? I didn’t know you were a lightweight”
“What are y-you talking about? You drugged me, you-your little goon” you stood angry, pointing at him like a toddler explaining why they were right.
Muzan looked at you unimpressed and shirtless holding the covers close to his waist.
“Your blond goon drugged me and you-you planned the whole kidnapping thing, didn’t you?”
“Do you have proof?”
“I heard you in the kitchen, right before you drugged me”
“Tsk, so annoying. Make up your mind was it me or my goon?”
“You know what I mean” your eyes glinted in anger. Muzan removed the covers and stood nonchalantly “And put something on I don’t wanna see t-that” You turned away from him.
“I’m not undressed. You are” you looked down to see you were in your underwear and immediately grabbed the blanket off the bed to cover yourself.
Muzan grabbed his phone and made his way closer to you.
“Step back” you hissed.
“But I need your undivided attention to listen to my proposal?”
“P-proposal?”
“Yes. You see, you threatened me in a crowded hallway surrounded by the majority of students who worship the very ground I step on. When they saw the way you talked to me they thought they could do the same and let’s say some of them are still picking up their teeth from between the community park’s blades of grass” you shuddered, skin prickling with anxiety and fear.
“It was your fault what happened to them, but I couldn’t let that disrespect go unanswered. After all these years you and your little boy toy have always stood in my way no matter what it was I wanted.” Muzan smiled to him himself as if he were reminiscing “Back then I didn’t know what I truly wished for. But now…now I know. So here’s my proposal, I want you to be my girlfriend and distance yourself from your little group of miscreants, in exchange I won’t beat your boyfriend and his friend to an inch of their lives”
“You’re insane” you told him with clenched teeth and tears in your eyes. The grip on the blanket hardened until your knuckles were white and you could feel your nails dig into your palm through the fabric.
“What if I am, darling? What if I am? That’s not the answer. Think harder this is a yes or yes question, dear. Otherwise…” he unlocked his phone and showed it to you, red eyes smugly looking into yours as his thumb pressed play.
“…jiro” You heard yourself moan as Muzan kissed your neck. Your hand went to your mouth in shock. Tears finally sprung from your eyes rolling neatly down the apple of your cheeks.
Muzan chuckled darkly in the video laying down besides you and recording himself as well “it’s amazing what a couple of kisses would do” he then grabbed your chin pulling your face close to his as he kissed your cheek and you whimpered nuzzling him. In the video he eagerly nuzzles back and you two look like big cats.
The video paused.
“I have so many contacts in this phone but….” Muzan clicked a couple of times against the screen of the phone and then showed you once more “I think he would love to see this the most, don’t you think?”
The video was set up to be sent and the sender was none other than Tanjiro himself.
You cried silently and harder as your knees buckled and you fell to the ground. Your hands went to your neck trying to feel the hickies he had left on your skin.
Muzan stepped closer to your shaking form and kneeled in front of you. His fingers came under your chin and he lifted it to meet his eyes.
“Choose” he said firmly.
“I-I’ll…Hah, I-I’ll be your girlfriend” you had sealed the deal with trembling hands.
“Good” your heart felt squeezed but relieved “But just for good measure, I wouldn't want to send the wrong message. After all we just got together” you heard the tap against the screen. Your eyes widened as you saw the message had been sent. Muzan dropped the phone in front of you and you grasped it desperately, trying to undo the message. He stood leaving you frantic and went to the doors of the room.
“Ahh and one more thing, no one needs to know about this deal” he held one finger over his lips in a shushing motion while he smugly looked down on you.
“If anyone asks…you’re taken and I don’t share what’s mine” with that he left you in his room, a mess.
I told y’all that whenever the writing gets clog I just keep posting so many stories at once. BEAR WITH ME!! ENJOY!!
You had requested to work from home for the last couple of days, not because you were ill or anything but mostly because you were sick and tired of your coworker’s incompetence and their lack of common sense.
Staying home meant, you didn’t have to wear those stifling clothes or sit at your desk and talk to people you didn’t want to talk to about things you couldn’t care less.
It was blissful.
Your only problem was probably Hisoka. You loved the man but when he came back home after a week away in his own world, he was usually worked up and his only cure usually had you fighting this man trying to eat you out from under the table while you were in a meeting. It was the equivalent of wrestling a puppy trying to play-bite your fingers.
It wasn’t all bad.
There were mornings where you would quietly jump out of bed, trying to silence your footfalls against the floor as to not wake him. Every time the sheets rustled you would tense up with your shoes in your hand, and stop walking, look over your shoulder to see him still once more and then continue to move away. Unbeknownst to you he was smirking all the time, moving on purpose to make you tense.
Later that same morning, while you are lost in your writing a steaming mug of coffee would be placed on your table and heavy lithe hands on your shoulders as they massage away the tension. He would kiss your temple and lean on you, chin on your head and long arms hanging loosely around you like a heavy blanket as he watched your laptop.
“Anybody you need me to kill, darling?” He would joke but you knew better. Deep down he was fiercely territorial and all too eager to prove it.
“Not at the moment, dear” you would kiss under his chin and continue to work.
Whenever he was home and you were too, he would lounge in the same room doing his own thing and while you did your own. Two souls just basking in each other’s presence recharging social batteries.
Today, however, was a particularly stressful day. It had started like any other would, but by 10:00 am you were already disassociating, mind blank and unable to think or concentrate on anything for more than five seconds. Your hands kept rubbing your face, fists lightly pounding your head to see if that would somehow restart you. But nothing seemed to work. After an hour of trying and not succeeding you resorted to retracing leaves and flowers on a flower printed post-it note. That seemed to jerk you into action, and you continued working.
Then your boss gave you the wrong information and you got called out for his mistakes. It was both infuriating and embarrassing and you didn’t know whether to die on the spot or go bury yourself. You apologized many times but this time you couldn’t hide the burning rage behind a plastic smile.
By 4 pm Hisoka entered the house, taking off his shoes and putting them beside yours by the front door. The place was devoid of life. He arched a perfectly thin eyebrow and made his way to the bedroom to be greeted by a comical sight.
He bit his lip “My, my am I late for the lay-on-the-floor time?”
You were laying on the floor, arms resting on your stomach, legs bent and slightly spread, with closed eyes. Coincidentally, your cat was sleeping next to you in an equally splayed position. Hisoka chuckled and bent down to lay on the other side, next to you.
“What happened?” he asked looking at you. You huffed and turned to meet his look, your eyes droopy and tired.
“Just tired” you sighed.
Hisoka scooted closer to you, wrapping his arms around you, holding you close until you were on top of him. You let out a squeak and part of you wanted to squirm away and out of his hold, but he held your head to his chest, and you caught the beating of his heart. The sound was like a lullaby. Then as you listened, your body felt how his chest rose and fell and tried to copy his motions.
His fingers petted your hair, gently massaging your scalp with his fingertips still being mindful of his nails while his other hand drew circles on your back.
“How about you let me get under the table…” He started whispering.
You hit his chest with a quirky smile, brows furrowed and still joking, but making your best effort to look angry and clearly failing. He started to chuckle and wriggled his eyebrows in suggestion making you laugh.
“Nooo, you dummy” your forehead landed on his chest making him huff a little “Besides it’s almost time to clock out”
“Mmm, I feel a nice…” kiss to the crown of your head “steamy….” Kiss to your forehead “sexy bath coming up” kiss to your nose.
You smiled biting your lip “I’ll go run it” Hisoka looked a bit comical holding your shoulders with wide enthusiastic eyes and a huge smirk.
You chuckled as he deposited you on your chair and went to prepare the nice, steamy, and sexy bath.
Hello sugar cubes!! I’m slowly working my way through the requests, please hang in there. I don’t like to write when I’m not inspired at least a little bit, since the writing can come off as bland. Please enjoy this rose tea from the Hogwarts Au!!
Gryffindor! Everyone was surprise they didn’t hear Azkaban when the hat touched his magenta hair.
Hisoka chose to be in Gryffindor because in his words “That’s where the all stupid brave and potential filled fruits are, after all.”
He spends his time with half his shirt tucked out of his pants, tie barely knotted, and top two buttons unbuttoned showing his collarbones.
Hisoka is a statement, brining nothing but second hand embarrassment and pride to his house. He has the knack to paint his nails red and enchant a lion drawing to occasionally roar with cartoonish sound effects showing through all five of his nails like a small sequence.
He’s brilliant to the point were he’s bored being in class and that’s when he notices you. You were all taking a transfigurations theory test and the nerves were making you twirl a piece of your hair in between your fingers while scribbling away on the parchment.
At first he didn’t really care much about you, just another cog in the convoluted system of normal stressed out witches and wizards. But his golden eyes focused on the way your bag is moving. That was certainly odd, did you had a magical creature smuggled inside? Maybe it was the mystical creatures book they were told to buy this year. But the way the bag occasionally flapped and flipped on the spot gave the impression that something inside wanted out. So while the teacher looked away he silently pulled out his own wand and flicked his wrist. The messenger bag’s top flipped open like a letter and out came your own wand. The piece of wood started to levitate and rise.
While you were chewing on your lip you noticed movement to the side. Thinking it was one of your peers’ quill you dismissed it, until you heard a throat being cleared right beside your desk. You looked up and saw the professor standing there, looking expectant and waiting for something.
“Yes?” You asked unsure of what they wanted.
“Are you aware that this is a theory test Mrs. (L/N)?” You gulped and nodded, not finding your voice to reply.
“There’s no need for wands so put yours away this instant” your blood went cold as you looked down to your messenger bag noticing it had been opened and then up to see your wand almost reaching the high gothic arches in the ceiling. You then looked at the professor mortified, panic bleeding through your wide eyes.
“I-I don’t know what happened, professor, I apologize” you reached out your hand and by now everyone in the class was looking at you. You felt their eyes like millions of stickers all over your body. Yet you didn’t glance at them and concentrated on getting your wand down.
Hisoka was having a hard time keeping his giggles and chuckled at bay. Who knew mortifying students could be so fun? He was already expecting your failure to retrieve your wand, yet his eyes widened momentarily before he schooled his expression. The wand he had planned on dropping suddenly to cause mischief, came down with the same motion of a falling feather and gracefully landed on your open palm. You stuffed the wand into your bag and gave the professor your test asking to be excused. The professor sighed like they were already accustomed to this kind of scenario and made a moving motion with their hand letting you off. You briskly walked fast down the rows of chairs and tables and the wandering eyes of the rest of the class until you exited and the doors boomed behind you.
Hisoka was intrigued. He wasn’t expecting you to bring that wand down, but not only did you do it, you did it non-verbally which was a skill that took time to develop.
After the class was done, he went looking for you and was surprise to find you inside the shrieking shack. He admitted that you had style, avoiding the blows from the whomping willow was indeed a great challenge.
The cabin moaned and groaned and he used said noises to disguise his steps up the rickety stairs. Dust covered everything the eye could see and when he arrived at the broken door he could see you sitting by the piano. Hisoka was about to open the rotting door when he heard it, sniffles. You were crying quietly amongst the dust and it somehow painted the perfect picture of powerful loneliness. Whatever that meant to his running mind. Hisoka then opened the door stepping inside the room.
“This place is cozy” he joked, smirking with half lidded eyes as he looked around “with a little pick me up it could be the perfect hide out”
By this point your eyes were wide as saucers and you grabbed your bag and went behind the piano looking at him and waiting for the next move.
“What are you doing here? You’re not supposed to be here” you wiped some tears from your cheeks as you hugged your bag to your chest “please leave”
Hisoka hummed “Mm sad, right when I was getting excited” he mockingly pouted at the ground then looked up at you from under his lashes “I think we can do something to make this entertaining”
You knew who this was, the guy everyone talked about, one of the most brilliant students in school but also one of the more problematic ones and a playboy according to the hallway rumors. You were getting irritated and Hisoka knew with irritation came anger and that’s what he was going for. His theory was that your magic was not under control and the more intense emotions would set it off just like what was happening in the classroom.
As if dancing he took an exaggerated step forwards, both of his hands were in his pockets making him look like part of some musical gig. He took another step and you jumped on the spot clutching the bag closer to your chest, feeling the books and notebooks dig into your ribs. You were breathing hard, chest rising and falling like the agitated waves in the middle of a storm. Hisoka smirked, he stopped right I front of the piano sit, the same one you had been sitting on a couple of seconds ago.
With the same smirk Hisoka abruptly leaned unto the piano striking a thinking pose while looking straight into your eyes. The moment his elbow and arm touched the dusty piano, the boards on the windows started vibrating, the entire shack whined and groaned as if it were a tree house on top of the whomping willow. Hisoka’s eyes changed a quick glance around the room without moving from his pose. His half lidded eyes landed on you aa you shifted your weight from foot to foot. The house grew silent and the only noise was the breeze from outside whistling through the windows and boards like a passing specter.
You swallowed thickly “Please leave me alone” your tone was small and shy, your voice didn’t waver or tremble, but it didn’t carry the authoritative tremble you wished.
“You can’t control it, can you?” he jested with a mischievous glint in his amber eyes. Hisoka looked like a cat lounging and patiently waiting for the mouse to make his move.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about” you looked to the side avoiding his sharp eyes.
“My, my, a little witchling unable to keep it in? Well this sounds right up my alley, sin you think little darling?~” Hisoka slowly stalked up to you making you clutch your bag until your knuckles were white.
“Y/N?” An innocent voice called from the rickety hallway “Y/N? Are you in here?”
“Come out, you idiot, we know what happened in class” Hisoka raised perfectly arched brow at the coming voices, his amber eyes looking at you with delight. There were more little fruits.
Before he could open his mouth you ducked away from him crossing the room and meeting your friends in the hallway.
“I’m okay” you huffed “let’s go” Hisoka heard your footsteps further away leaving the hallway.
“Why didn’t you called us? We were nearby after class, Leorio and Kurapika were waiting for you” one of the young voices chastised you in an annoyed tone.
“It’s okay (Y/N), killua is just worried” a chipper voice tuned in and Hisoka licked his lips in delight as the voices faded completely leaving him to the eerie silence of the haunted shack.
“Y/N, sounds delightful. I can’t wait to see you grow” Hisoka closed his eyes, biting his lips and holding back a moan “Those eyes were just sooo good~”
Hisoka sat down at the piano stool leaning back into the piano and spreading his arms on the ledge as if it was a big sofa. He chuckled reminiscing the look on your face when he found out about you, your little secret, the way your eyes gleamed with unshed tears, filled with anger and fear.
“I can’t wait to find more about you~”
-Hisoka would stalk you, he would pretend to roam the halls and flirt with the occasional girl, while looking out for your hair and voice.
-No matter where you went or with whom, there was always the feeling of watchful eyes following your every move. It would get so bad, that Gon and friends would start to accompany you everywhere always on guard whenever they saw a wisp of Hisoka’s magenta hair.
-Of course you guys didn’t always share classes and Hisoka…Hisoka was in some of them. He would charm his way into the professor’s hearts in order to be assigned together for every project.
“Well, well, little witchling, we have to stop being so good together” he would get impossibly near to you caging you in your stool as you cut away some roots for potions “People might get the wrong idea~” his chest would press against your back making the cauldron explode the minute you add the roots. The class screamed and groaned while the professor tried to calm everyone down. You were huffing and panting front the scare not registering the arms around you and how you had been pulled and pressed against the gryffindor’s chest.
“Too much excitement” he would whisper rocking you slightly from side to side as if the two of you were a couple.
-It doesn’t matter how many times you try to escape him he always manages to slip by into the cracks of your personal space
“My darling little fruit, fancy seeing you here” you were walking by, books in your arms, not even sparing him a glance.
Hisoka stands from the ledge of the window sill he had been sitting. He follows you matching your hurried pace and smirking at your antics.
You were mad. A little but more and fumes would come out of your ears. You were walking so fast Hisoka had to momentarily sprint to catch up with you.
“Leave me alone”
“Awww don’t be like that, darling. We have so much fun together” Hisoka walked faster and cut you off making you turn and walk backwards until your back met the columns of the hallway.
“Leave.me.alone” you gritted looking as mad as possible. Hisoka smugly smiles down at you, wishing to close the gap and bite your lower lip the way you do whenever you’re deep in concentration.
“You’re getting me all excited~”
-The two of you are opposites that attract and it becomes a cat and mouse chase, Hisoka making you mess up and lose control, tormenting your friends and supposedly doing everything under the excuse of making you stronger.
-You try to avoid him but you’re like a magnet and he’s the other half, always being pulled together.
Hisoka’s thumb lightly caressed your lower lip slightly opening your lips and pulling your chin up to meet his predatory yellow eyes.
“You can’t escape me, this is fate. So be a good girl and let me in~”
Can I request a platonic Ruggie x fem reader. Where the reader is a mischievous and cheerful prankster, who's a childhood friend of Ruggie where they've known each other since kindergarten. Other than Ruggie, the reader never had any friends. The reader and Ruggie are as close as siblings. (Not actually siblings but they think of each other as that). And since she was just a regular human (even if she had magic like most people did) she wasn't as physically strong as the girls from the town she and Ruggie grew up in so he would always be protective of her.
Ooof of course! I feel I always come back after a month or two with all the answers to every request T-T Here's this extra foamy matcha tea. I hope you like it, enjoy! (the art below is not mine)
Protective Ruggie who met you in the streets when you were both children. You were scavenging for stale bread at the doorstep of the town’s baker and he followed you into the dumpster alleyway when the baker noticed your scrawny self taking space at the entrance of his shop and kicked you away. He kept following the tail of your tattered cape all the way into a rundown building.
“Here” His hand shot out and your nervous eyes looked up to see half a loaf of bread hanging in front of you.
Like a scared cat, you slowly approached him and grabbed the bread once more hiding in your spot.
Protective Ruggie who once he discovered you were human he made a promise to you and himself to never let anything happen to you.
Ruggie looked around the falling down place, wood was sticking out from the giant hole in the ceiling, the smell of dust permeated the place and you barely had a small cot with dirty blankets to cover yourself and sleep. There was a small lion plush who’s yellow and orange color had turned brown from time and lack of washing.
“So, this is where you live, huh? It’s kind of nice.” You weren’t paying him any attention as you scarfed down the bread. Ruggie came ever closer to you until he pulled back the hood from your makeshift cape.
You gasped grabbing the hood once more and aggressively pulling it over your head again.
“You’re…human” His voice sounded amazed like he had never seen a human “Nah, you’re a hyena just like me, your ears and tail must be so small because you are not eating well. I’ll bring you food so you can grow bigger”
Protective Ruggie who washed your clothes and lion plush the moment you trusted him enough and taught you how to wash clothes, cook, and clean.
“Here, when we save enough money, I’ll buy you a new one” the once brown and tattered lion plush had been restored to its former glory, his grandmother had even sewed a button to make up for the missing eye.
You hugged the plush to your heart “It’s okay I love this one because big brother fixed him” Ruggie felt his cheek flush and the tip of his ears heat up at you comment. His lazy eyes fell on you and a sense of pride and protectiveness washed over him: He was your big brother.
Protective Ruggie who kept his promise and brought you bread and nice leftover food from his grandmother. He coaxed you out of your shell with jokes and taught you how to be swift and thrifty with the things you found.
“You have to be quick when turning the wrist, but not too quick because then people will be attracted to the hand and they will see the coin”
Protective Ruggie who often let you stay with him and his grandmother when it was rainy outside or cold.
“Grandma, this is (Y/N), she’s, my friend. (Y/N) this is my grandmother, hihihi” Ruggie was so excited to finally present you to his grandmother.
“You’re an adorable little beastie.” His grandmother knew you were human but she couldn’t help making you feel like you belong.
You blushed and greeted her warmly.
“It’s nice to meet you, nana”
Protective Ruggie who taught you how to prank people and be overall mischievous, even though it often got you into trouble and he had to come help.
“I’m so sorry, sir, this is my little sister, she’s still growing and doesn’t know any better” You were gripping his shirt kneeling beside him on the ground, making your eyes big and innocent.
“Very well, get away. I don’t want to deal with you two again” the merchant dismissed you and the two of you ran away laughing.
“Hey, you have to be more helpful, I won’t always be there to protect you…” if you would’ve been a beastfolk, your ears would be lowering in shame “You have to be sneakier so you don’t get caught, hehehehe”
You smiled up at him and he grabbed your hand leading you to nana’s house.
“Come, the other kids are waiting for us to play”
Protective Ruggie who used his special magic “laugh with me” on your bullies and made sure to bandage your scrapes.
“Laugh with me” he said cheerfully, a malicious glint in his lazy eyes as he punished those two entitled idiots who thought they could mess with you and throw you around.
After he had taken care of those two, he turned to you
“I’m okay, it’s just a scrape” you told him.
“We can bandage it at grandma’s house, come on” he offered his hand and helped you stand.
Protective Ruggie who consoled you the night you heard the news that he was going away to some fancy magic school and was going to leave you behind. You had been crying in his lap ever since.
“But why do you have to leave? Can’t you learn magic here? Who’s going to prank the others with me? Why can’t I go with you?”
“Hihihihi, (Y/N) it’s an all-boys school for magic I wouldn’t want you near there, plus it’s only for a couple of months, I’m still coming over for break and summer, you can save the prank plans until then. Also don’t get into trouble, I won’t be here to help” his voice was his often-cheery tone, but you could tell he was still coming to terms with the idea of leaving you and his grandmother behind.
Ruggie petted you until you fell asleep on his bed and in the morning the carriage came to pick him up.
Protective Ruggie who was so excited and surprised when he was bombarded with confetti and water balloons while on an errand for Leona.
Bam! Confetti and paper swirls were gracefully falling from the ceiling, covering everything in range including the target of the prank.
“Surprise!!” you screamed with a small jump; hands raised in the air with a blinding smile on your lips.
“Tehehehe” Ruggie giggled after the first seconds of surprise, “You’re getting better, that might be a problem” his hair, shirt and vest were all covered in confetti and paper party swirls.
Leona and Jack were standing behind you smirking and smiling while you held a box of his favorite sprinkle doughnuts.
Ruggie’s eyes widen as he looked over at what you were wearing; the Savannahclaw uniform tailored for a girl like you.
“Guess who came for me after you left?”
Ruggie giggled and gave a big hug covering you in confetti as well. Now he had to think of ways to keep you away from those pesky beastfolks who might try stuff. After all his little sister must be protected.
Gilded Cage- Yandere!Sukuna x Reader- Historical AU
This is something I kept in my folder for a while because I wasn't sure it was a story ya'll would like, but after finishing the show and watching the movie, I'm going all in. Enjoy this coffee!
Birds can only fly so far from their gilded cages, clipped wings and all that
The village would rather suffer the wrath of a king than give away their precious daughters. So when the king came bursting quite literally through the front gates and demanded to be given a sacrificial bride in return for their safety, they panicked.
Being small-minded meant there weren’t many options when it came to expendable women amidst their own. So that left you, the kindhearted, wide eye girl with a green thumb. You lived in the outskirts of the village closer to the green of the forest. Your little house wasn’t grand, but it had everything you needed, and it was home.
This house wasn’t all nasty with mud tracked everywhere and overgrown nature. Of course not, it was your house which meant nature went where you led it and it was allowed to expand in all its glory making everything look beautiful. You had wind chimes and a small well. There were some chickens here and there that made their nest wherever they pleased and would occasionally tear your flowers for it, but the eggs were worth it. They were good for trade.
You would often go into town to trade herbs, produce, flowers, and eggs for other goods you couldn’t produce. And you thought it weird when the townspeople rushed to your stand and bought everything you had. They were very kind and not shy to spend their money on what you offered. But their overflowing kindness left you oddly suspicious.
You returned home that night, leaving your shoes and woven basket by the door, and entered your home to be apprehended out of nowhere. The village’s chiefs gathered around you and made an anonymous choice, you would do fine for the king.
They thought themselves clever, in their little heads if they gave you away dressed in the finest silks and adorned with the most beautiful of jewels, the king would be none the wiser to your actual status.
So they went through with their machinations, bathing you and lathering you with scented oils. The ladies dressed you and gave you their thanks for saving their daughters, not minding the tears that ran occasionally down your cheeks. They adorned your hair with a delicate hairpin and placed a ruby necklace around your neck to match.
Once they were done, they led you to the mirror and you watched yourself transform from the hard-working, dirt under your nails and clothes girl to a royal. You didn’t have enough time to process and cry for your dignity when the doors opened and the chiefs came forward. The king had come.
They guided you to the front gates, telling you to keep your head low, mouth shut, and be as submissive as the kind would want you. You obeyed mostly because you didn’t feel like talking or looking into the eyes of the king with gleaming fire.
The king was fairly easy to please, he gave you a once over, eyes glinting with pure malice as he licked his lips. A black nail tapped your cheek, and you tried your best to not visibly flinch.
He chuckled darkly “I’ll take her. Your village can expect to be safe, for now,” Suddenly you were picked up and draped over a shoulder like a sack of rice and carried far from your village’s red front gates.
As you swayed, his shoulder digging into your stomach you tried to keep yourself awake. Surely, he would want to perform some sort of marital ceremony and such. You knew royal men to be insatiable more so even after denied consent. The thought of him asking you to do your wifely duties frightened you. Your stomach was churning with nerves and you couldn’t help but sweat cold at the feeling of the journey. Nausea bubbled at the mouth of your stomach and before you could tap his shoulder to be let down, you had arrived at his temple of bones.
Despite the stories and the overall eerie aura of the place, his estate was regal and very well maintained.
He dropped you at the bottom of his throne, climbing without care to the top and comfortably sitting down. On your knees, you looked around as if expecting the room to be filled with people ready to watch the spectacle. But there was no one but the two of you.
Meanwhile, you felt his cold stare on the side of your face. Sukuna was assessing you. He knew what he wanted, and he knew the petty villagers had thought him a fool. Sukuna knew you weren’t the finest wine in the wooden crate but there was something different about you that he didn’t care to explore at the moment. The same way a spoiled child may want a toy he may as well never use, Sukuna felt content watching you be scared, out of wits, and kneeling before his throne. He saw you tremble in a dress you were probably not used to wearing, trying to play a part he knew you didn’t even rehearse. Someone knowing their place would’ve already sucked him dry and begged for more not because they wanted but because of who he was.
Two servants came over carrying trays filled with food and alcohol. They placed the trays in front of you and as they did you noticed their markings; they were curses. You didn’t know much about them but being human left you vulnerable. So, you kept your eyes down and looked at the trays.
Unimpressed and bored, he scoffed and humphed taking a bottle of the served sake, and exited the throne room leaving you kneeling on the ground and completely alone. You counted your blessings letting out a breath you didn’t even realize were holding.
Standing with a little trouble and almost ripping the beautiful kimono, you paced the halls of the estate almost lost. There were no servants to guide you and it was a bit awkward when you passed one of the rooms and heard the moaning and grunting of pleasure. Not to mention the door was slightly rocking to the beat of his hips. You shuddered and passed by quickly leaving the area and finding yourself in the farthest corner of the estate. The place was eerie and almost looked unkept like no one dared venture to this side. But nature had taken its roots deeply into the place, making it look quite beautiful to the correct eyes. You felt at peace here and so you decided this would be the place you’d be staying. The king wouldn’t mind he had many concubines at the ready, what was one less.
You found a room covered with a thin layer of dust and got to work on cleaning as much as you could. The place had everything you needed just like your little cottage. You dusted the futon and promised to wash the sheets tomorrow. You felt the guilt boil within your chest as you ripped your kimono and used it to clean around.
As the days passed you had the place cleaned and fit for living. You were content that he didn’t even care or noticed how you weren’t present. It was for the better. This part of the estate had its shoji screen and doors ripped so you could see the unkempt garden outside and it was perfect to let the breeze in during the night.
Life seemed to be smiling at you for once. That is until a cursed servant found your little spot. She had actually been looking for you out of curiosity. The young curse had never seen anyone survive a rejection from the king, but not only did you survive you were thriving in this forgotten spot.
You were sitting on the ledge of the balcony, one leg hanging outside and the other propped on the side. A small cup of tea was in your hand, hanging as your arm rested on your propped leg. There was a small tea set on the ground. You were enjoying the morning mist when you heard the creak of the wood. Eyes snapped to the hallway door.
“Oh, hello there” you called to the young girl as she hid behind the hallway wall “are you lost? Do you work here? You can come inside you know”
The young girl walked into the room. You weren’t at all like the other women living in the estate. You were kind and gentle, not at all interested in the king or his riches.
“What are you called?” You asked with a smile.
“I have no name, miss”
“Well, would you like one?” She nodded
“Then how about Tian” The curse nodded, and you invited her to drink tea with you.
After that, she came over almost every day. She helped you around even though you didn’t make many messes.
But then one day the king strolled by the garden, and he heard the two of you laughing. The sound irritated his ears and he approached to see you giggling at the curse as you taught her how to correctly cut the plants so they would grow. For a moment Sukuna didn’t even remember you, he thought you were just another servant. But then as he looked closer, he saw the resemblance to the girl he had left behind on the night of the sacrifice.
The thought of your village burning brought a smile to his lips. You didn’t even know about it so perhaps it was time to be called to his room.
Yet he never did, like panther hiding in plain sight he bided his time watching you live.
Sukuna would always come by this side of the estate to hear you laugh with his curse servant, how gently you instructed them to plant the seeds, how you would sometimes hum on cold nights drinking tea by the broken shoji screen. He found himself liking this little piece of bliss. You were his secret. The domesticity he got from being near you was something he couldn’t get with the other women. They were too obedient, trained to be submissive and to not think beyond his needs. You amused him and he wanted to indulge.
That’s how you found yourself needing some supplies and the only way to get them was to ask the king himself. But the problem was you were never called because, in your mind, he didn’t even know you still existed. So, you donned your best clothes and walked to the throne room. It was always eerie and anxiety-inducing every time you walked the halls. It felt like eyes were watching your every move. As you reached the throne room you heard giggling coming from inside. He must be with one of the other girls. You took a long breath and knocked on the doors. But no one answered. Even so, the giggling intensified. You knocked once more. And you could swear the nearby servants were laughing at your obliviousness. They were definitely going to clean your entrails from the ground when this was over.
But the doors opened and there he was sitting in his throne of bones and blood. There were two women beside him, one on his side and the other kneeling in between his legs both with their breasts exposed and their clothes askew. Sukuna grinned when he saw you enter, you were dressed in a red kimono hair flowing behind you freely. It was simple but you stood out and he wasn’t certain if it was in a good way. His eyes trailed from your covered chest following the outlines of your curves. He licked his lips, staring straight at the motion of your hips as you walked towards him. When you reached him, you bowed at the steps to the throne.
“Speak idiot and do it quickly I’m busy” you were stunned by his brashness.
“My king, I wish for supplies to be delivered on the west wing of your estate” he laughed loudly when you finished, the women on his sides giggled too “supplies? Are you not well-tended that you feel the need to ask for more? How greedy” your blood boiled, and he knew it. “There will be no supplies, and if you’re not here to serve me you best leave quick before I gobble you up”
“My king, I am not attended by the servants, this humble concubine wishes only the mercy that you wish to provide for her” you kneeled further into the ground.
“Hmmm” he smirked “very well, if you insist, I will consider your offer”
Your face lifted and you smiled graciously at him.
“Only after I’ve fucked every and each one of my concubines until dusk” the thank you disappeared from your lips the moment he said that.
“Very well. Please exc- “
“I’m not done, idiot. You will remain here, kneeling where you are until I’m done”
Your face falling was the funniest thing he had seen in a while. Sukuna was expecting you to protest and give him a reason to kill you even though he didn’t need one. But he wanted justification for messing up such a pretty sight.
“Very well” your approval stunned him for a split second before he grinned and asked one of the servants to bring all of his concubines one by one.
It was a long day of you kneeling, hearing moaning and groaning as they both finished each other. Your knees hurt and your legs cramped, and you could swear some of their liquids splashed you once or twice. The king was insatiable as he finished with the women like they were drinks presented to him. You couldn’t deny the slight arousal that you felt, their dirty talking and slapping of skin did get you winded once or twice, but then you remembered the annoyance and the anger of being rejected by him in the first place and it was enough to keep you strong.
When the last girl wobbled downstairs and tripped on her way out of the throne. You looked up to him. The bastard didn’t even look winded. He wore a smug satisfaction like he had enjoyed a feast and was full and content. Sukuna looked down at you in satisfaction seeing you kneeling there all obedient and submissive yet the fire behind your eyes never died down.
“Well?” His voice surprised you after the silence that finally graced the room.
“My king?”
“What are you waiting for you idiot? Get here” Your brows scrunched up in confusion and you stood wobbling after being in the same position for so long.
“I don’t un- “
“I said I would grant your wish after I fucked all of my concubines” you nodded looking to the door to see that the last one had indeed just left. Your eyes stayed on the door to see if another would come through “but there’s still one more left” his breath tickled your neck, your hair lightly moving as he nuzzled the back of your neck.
You stiffened and moved a bit farther away from his touch. You kneeled once more, this time at his feet.
“M-my king, I am not a noble nor am I worthy of you”
You hoped he bought that and would leave you alone, but his chuckles told you otherwise.
“You fool, do you really think I care for those measly titles. Blood means nothing to me as long as it’s going down my throat” you felt him grip your chin and lift it to meet his eyes “and even then, I don’t care” His hand held the back of your head as his lips crashed into yours.
The kiss caught you by surprise stunning you, but the moment you registered what was happening, you pushed at his chest.
“You seem to forget who you belong to, and I will gladly remind you” Sukuna grabbed your hair lifting you until you were standing, he then grabbed your waist and hoisted you upon his shoulder like the day he took you and carried you away from the throne room.
“Please, please I didn’t mean to anger you, my king, I merely wish for a blanket for the winter days to come. Please”
He laughed still carrying you and holding you tight.
“Don’t worry, you’ll be warm enough after I’m done with you” the doors to his room opened and he dropped you on his bed. A big luxurious one propped on a small wooden platform to rise two feet above the ground, the white futon was surrounded by curtains that draped from the ceiling and made you feel imprisoned. You scurried away from the edge tripping on your kimono as you did. Your body clumsily went sideways, as you struggled with your kimono.
Sukuna stood by the edge inspecting your trembling form. He then kneeled into the futon bed, one hand grabbing your ankle and pulling you towards him. His other hand fiddled with the collar of your kimono, and a third one held your shoulder keeping you trembling like a scared cornered kitten.
“I always figured this fine silky crap didn’t fit you. You’re not meant to wear them” He whispered almost to himself and that made you look up at him.
His hand caressed your cheek, cupping your face and rubbing circles under your eye. The motions made you shake on the spot even more and he couldn’t help the low chuckle.
“I will never hurt you, idiot, from now on, you’ll be staying in my room and sleeping on my bed. I don’t care if I bring others in here, you will always remain as the only one I crave the most. Do you understand what I’m saying, little doe?”
You shook your head and he thought you were adorable. He grinned; eyes full of mirth looking at you from under his nose.
“It means from now on you won’t be cold during the winter, little one”
Creature of the Night- Yandere Muzan x Hashira!Reader
This is what happens when all of my writings accumulate. Enjoy a lemongrass tea! WARNING: GRAPHIC GORE AND BLOOD
“Are you going away again, dear?” Your soft voice whispered against his chest.
“Another meeting, but I’ll return sooner than you think” He gave you a hug that you semi-stiffly returned. But his point both of you knew neither were a big fan of that clingy type of love and respected that.
Your husband bent a little taking his case and walked towards the cart waiting outside the house. You stood under the front door frame like a dutiful wife seeing your husband off for work. He turned before entering the coach, waving at you goodbye, and then proceeded to get into the cart without looking your way.
When the cart was out of sight, you sighed, groaning in frustration at the part you had to play. Being a slayer had its perks, but there were the more incognito missions like this one, that strained both your body and mind. This man was suspected of being one of the 12 upper moons posing as a human to get by among humans but having trained to become who you are you knew the signs of a demon.
The fact that he left during the night was a big giveaway among the other mannerisms you had picked up through the months you have been “happily wed.”
You walked inside the house. With him gone, you could practice freely with your sword without being afraid that he would sneak up on you. Wiping the wifely smile off of your face, you went to your shared room. The good thing was that this one was not interested in you fulfilling your wifely duties, and he barely got into bed with you. He spent most of his time inside his office, and you wouldn’t want it any other way. Even though you were forced to marry this man, your heart has always belonged to another. Thinking of his golden and fiery hair, his boisterous and upbeat personality made your heart jump. Your heart has always belonged to him and his to you. Both of you dream of a time when the demons would be vanquished, and you could be together in peace. But in the meantime, you both worked the hardest and met in secret whenever you could.
Thinking of his bright smile made you smile. You exchanged your kimono for your slayer uniform pants, a sleeveless vest shirt, and a haori. Your “husband” said he loved seeing you in traditional kimonos with perfectly styled hair. The man had a knack for the old times and perfection. Often it became overwhelming and overbearing. You slid open the garden door and walked calmly and quietly into the forest. The coldness of the night seeped into your skin, but it felt refreshing, washing over the suffocating feeling of the kimonos and the perfection you left back at the house.
You stepped with light feet, almost inaudible as you made your way to where you hid your sword. The big tree was the only marker you had because that’s where the sword was hidden. You took the sword wrapping, pulling the katana out of the hole in the trunk of the tree.
A twig snapped from behind you, and you took a breath, turning to see your lover standing brightly a few feet away from you.
“I received your letter and could almost hear your voice through the ink.”
He smiled, arms opening wide as you ran into them, and he closed them around you in a crushing hug.
“I have missed you dearly, beloved” you felt your cheeks heat up at the name.
“I have missed you as well. This mission is dragging too long, and I can’t stand it anymore” your head leaned unto his chest, hiding your face in his warmth. His chin rested on the top of your head, looking forward somberly. His hands petted your hair in comfort.
“You must be strong, dear, this too will pass, and we’ll be together again” Rengoku’s hold on you tightened.
“I’m sometimes afraid that he will find out. That he will slay me in my sleep and eat me afterward,” you confessed in a lower tone, almost ashamed of being afraid.
“Now now, there’s nothing you should be afraid of; you’re strong, beautiful, and one of the best slayers in the corps. Cheer up, beloved, I brought bento!”
He smiled brightly at you, making you smile in return. The two of you sat down in the forest under the silver moonlight, enjoying your bentos.
Rengoku made you smile, laugh, and forget about your worries, and for a moment, everything felt right.
Of course, you weren’t mindful of the plum red eyes looking at the two of you.
Muzan had coveted you the moment he saw you. He knew you were a slayer, and he knew how much of a nuisance you would become. But he couldn’t help how much fun he would have toying with you. They do say keep your enemies closer.
He would act like the loving husband any woman would be head over heels to have. He was perfect and was certain that you were falling deeper and deeper in love with him every passing day. He could see the adoration in your eyes, how you would don the kimonos he asked you to wear and fix yourself to be perfect just for him. Muzan knew he had you eating from the palm of his hand, and it wouldn’t take much to squish you and the other pests with just a clench of his fist.
You were pathetic; he scoffed every time he left the house; how had you become a slayer with such a weak mind. Whenever he conducted his experiments, his mind would often drift to you and what new ways he could use to reel you in further and keep molding you to be perfect. He brimmed with sadism the more he thought about you. Your crimson blood would look lovely on the flower prints from his favorite kimono. The thought alone was enough to make him salivate.
Muzan started catching himself doing this more often than he would like.
The more time passed, the more he spiraled down into the different ways he could bring you further into his cage. But he started to suspect you were unfaithful.
You would sometimes smile and look into nothingness with the same look of adoration you used to look at him. You started asking him less when he left for his “meetings” and would often look like you didn’t care at all before slipping back into the mask. He started loving you more aggressively; his touches lingered longer, almost imprinting themselves on your skin. He would insist on taking you out, pinning it on the fact that he worked too hard and neglected his beautiful wife. Despite all this, your mask would often crack, and he would stare at you as you got lost in some blissful memory away from him.
He couldn’t stand that. You were his and slayer or not; you were legally married to him. He would make sure you remembered your place.
After your night picnic, you trekked back to the house with renewed patience and determination to finish this mission successfully. The wind blew gently, yet the breeze felt cold, and as it passed you by, it left an eerie feeling, like you were being meticulously watched. You stopped walking, listening to the critters of the night and the distant wind chimes. But instead of finding comfort, the sounds felt like an omen.
Something was off.
You were a few feet away from reaching the back door, but it still felt like a threat. Without a sword, you felt naked and vulnerable to whatever was preying on you, and you already knew what it was.
The shoji back door slid open with a swish. Your knees bent, and your body got into a fighting stance, hands reaching for the katana on your side like muscle memory, momentarily forgetting it wasn’t there.
“Is something wrong, dear? Why were you in the forest so late at night? Don’t you know there’s all sort of dangers lurking about?”
Your husband stood under the door frame. He had taken off his western clothes wearing a black yukata shirt and white flowing pants. The fedora he wears often didn’t cover his black curls, and they flowed gently pushed by the breeze. His pearly white skin almost gleamed under the moonlight. Your husband has always looked like an ethereal vision, and knowing what he truly was, didn’t comfort you, but it didn’t keep you from admiring his beauty.
For the sake of keeping face, you visibly relaxed, showing off your practiced smile.
“Ah, I apologize if I worried you, I couldn’t sleep and decided to take a brief walk. I should’ve been more careful.”
Your husband’s stoic and mildly concerned expression slowly morphed to an unbelievable closed-eye smile.
“I see; my wife thinks she’s not lovely enough to be devoured by demons. Even if you can’t sleep, you shouldn’t wander into the woods, my dear.”
You gave him a smirk. “Would you devour me if you were a demon?”
His eyes seemed to glow as he glanced at you from under his lashes.
“I would gobble every last bit.”
A shiver ran down your body, and you swore you were paralyzed.
“D-Dear, I thought you had a meeting and had to leave. Is everything alright?”
You changed the subject taking a couple of steps forwards. It would be weird if you didn’t come closer to the one, you’re supposed to trust.
“I forgot some important paperwork and realized once I was at the station. I have sent a letter informing them I will be one day late. Imagine my surprise when I return home to find my wife gone in the middle of the night, only to see her coming out of the forest.” his tone was clipped at the end like he was holding back his temper.
You made it to the ledge of the balcony. In this manner, he was taller than you because he was standing on the edge looking down at you.
“Come inside; I will join you shortly.”
You gave him a stiff nod and made your way inside, passing him by as you entered. He sniffed your scent as you went, eyes closing as he took in your essence. With the way you smelled, he always swore you were a marechi; maybe that's why he couldn't seem to keep away.
You knew he wouldn’t really join you. He always told you the same lie every night, but he ended up cooped inside his study, and tonight you doubt it would be the exception. Of course, you were glad about it.
You went under the covers after changing. Mind fondly thinking about Rengoku and his warm embraces.
Your body stiffened as you felt the covers lift and his body move closer to yours. Cold hands slithered around your waist, pulling you close to his chest. His black curls grazed your cheeks as his face hid in the crook of your neck. You felt him take a breath, leaving a kiss that made you shiver.
Everything about him was cold.
Instead of feeling safe in the only place you could, you felt like prey.
“My beautiful wife,” he whispered, “so fragile and lovely” he left another kiss behind your ear, hands slithering over your body “why oh why do you have to be so unfaithful” your blood went cold in your veins, and you felt your heart swell with shock.
Your reaction made Muzan chuckle. He nuzzled your neck and the side of your face as your brain was scrambled for a second.
“W-what do you mean, dear?” You replied, trying to relax your body and as innocently as possible slip away from his embrace to face him. His hold on you tightened.
“He’s very boisterous for a hashira. I wonder how long his positivity would last in a fight with me. Would you like to see us, beloved?” Your body tensed, your mind went blank, and you couldn’t help the small gasp that escaped your lips.
“Back in my time, if a wife was caught being disloyal to her husband, man and wife would both be executed in public while the husband watches” his fangs grazed your pulse as he leaned even closer to your ear, “but I am merciful.”
The move was so fast you barely had any time to think how to counter it. Muzan grabbed your shoulders, pinning you to the bed, straddling your hips with the rest of his weight. His red eyes glowed in the darkness of the room, no longer hiding their slit pupils as they glared into your own.
“I haven’t heard you pleading yet, mmm, perhaps you think I joke about this matter.” Muzan leaned until his lips were almost touching yours “do you think me a lesser demon that the likes of you could easily defeat? Someone who looks so close to death’s door that a strong wind might make them fall?” He licked a strip from your lip to your cheek and leaned back, smirking smugly at you.
“My darling, do you still not know who I am after all the time we’ve spent together?” He teased, hips suddenly jerking forwards. By now, you were terrified. But you kept your composure on the outside, merely looking at him in slight surprise for being so bold.
He had to be toying with you; the assignment clearly stated he was one of the upper moons, and you didn’t miss any details. As long as you kept calm, you could diffuse the situation and escape to the forest where your katana was.
“Very well, I grow bored of your own stupidity. I did think you were perfect. I groomed you to be so. But perhaps I made a mistake somewhere along the way that made you think you could look at someone else. Your eyes are for me and me alone, and I won’t let others have what is mine” Muzan was much too quick for you, and you couldn’t move your arms fast enough to protect yourself from the slash.
You screamed.
The stinging pain was unbearable as you cried and thrashed under him. Your whole body tried to twist and turn away, legs kicking out from under him, but he wouldn't budge. Your hands went to your eyes, but he intercepted them, holding each wrist beside your head.
Blood poured from your wound, rivulets came down the sides of your face and even into your ears. The feeling of it going down your ear canal was uncomfortable, but it couldn’t be compared to the pain in your eyes. You tried to open them but didn’t even know if they were opened or remained closed.
There was so much blood.
Muzan leaned forward, still gripping your wrists to keep you from touching the wound. His nails dug into your skin as you twisted, trying to get out from the hold. He laid his head in the crook of your neck, body hunching over yours as he hummed and nestled against your neck, feeling some of the blood drip unto him.
Cold lips kissed a path from your neck to your collarbone, nibbling the skin and coming to rest his head on your breasts. Like a newborn, he nuzzled into your chest, feeling content and completely ignoring your cries or the way your chest rattled with your sobs.
You couldn’t breathe properly, hyperventilating as if with each breath, the air wasn’t really reaching your lungs. Hysteria was setting in. Tears of blood were streaming down to your hairline as your dry throat coughed up.
“P-please,” your voice wavered, and it brought delight to the demon, making him shiver. Muzan straightened once more, licking your blood from his fingers, looking down at his masterpiece. His body shuddered in delight at the taste of your blood, so you were indeed a marechi.
In a couple of minutes, you would truly be perfect.
“Shh, shh, shh,” he cooed, “it’s alright, my beloved, I forgive your trespass. I leave so much you probably thought I didn’t love you. It was my fault for neglecting you. Don’t despair; from now on, I will be the loving husband you want me to be” Muzan kissed your cheek as you began to lose consciousness. “We will be perfect.”
No one asked for these, but I felt like writing them. Please enjoy these rose teas!
llumi
The hot water was nice for your aching muscles and for loosening the paint off your skin. You had been painting a big-ish mural and decided to use spray paint to get by faster. HOWEVER, you didn’t wear gloves and under the direct sizzling sunlight beaming down on your back is a miracle that Sports kids' sunblock did the trick albeit adhering to your body like a second skin.
You were mostly done by the beginning of the evening and your boyfriend made sure of that. No matter what was your progress he told you he’d be there at 5 and he was rather clinically precise when it came to punctuality… and everything else.
Illumi took one look at you, half your arm painted in two different tones of paint, fingernails and all painted in the mixture of the tones, lines of stray paint over your thighs and the paint’s light hue mixed in with the sunblock all over your body. He had been texting Hisoka about your mural and how he had to pick you up but looking up from his phone to see you kneeling on cardboard made him sign.
You were the definition of a kindergarten child that had been unsupervised most of the day. Yet the look of pure concentration and joy coming from you while your hand moved the spray paint can: he could live with the mess as long as you looked like that.
Illumi realized you didn’t know how your whole being lighted up when you were doing what you loved. That was a secret he kept to himself.
So, an hour later he had you inside a limousine, arms and hands tucked into yourself as to not paint the leather and all of your paints and materials in the trunk. Thirty minutes passed and you were in a tub filled with bubbles all around you as you tried to help your boyfriend scrub off the paint with your fingernails.
“Stop that” he batted your hand away grabbing your arm from the water and bringing it closer to him.
His dark eyes observed the paint on your arm, and he started scrubbing away with a loofa.
“Tomorrow, I’ll get you gloves” he commented nonchalantly as he tried his best to not be harsh with the rubbing. He made a mental note to lather you in lotion after this harsh treatment.
“I have gloves I just forgot to bring them” you mumbled as you played with bubbles trying to distract yourself from his look.
“I’ll get you another pair anyways.”
“Thanks, Llumi” you gave him a smile and he nodded submerging the arm and rinsing it to begin scrubbing once more.
“You know you don’t have to help me; I don’t want to bother you”
“You’re not bothering me, it’s my job as a boyfriend and future husband to attend to you. Besides, I know you don’t like it when the butlers take care of you” he submerged the arm once more and looked into your eyes.
“I don’t understand it. But I respect it” with that he pecked your forehead and began scrubbing once more.
“Thanks, Llumi”
“I can’t believe there’s paint inside your fingernails.”
You giggled and leaned back against the tub. It was always relaxing when Illumi took his time to take care of you. You had learned after a year that he really cannot be bothered to do these things with you. The beginning of your relationship was rocky, and the lack of communication made it so, but after a while of sitting down and talking to him in a way, he could understand *cough* work-related terms *cough* he was a fast learner.
Still, the thought of having someone do things for you while being vulnerable can makes you a bit anxious.
After Illumi had scrubbed away most of the paint he left you a couple of minutes to just sit in the water and relax. He left the bathroom without making noise and told the butlers to prepare the room and a light supper. He came back with a robe and a towel in hand.
Illumi grabbed your hand after you almost face-planted the tiles and helped you get dry. You were too relaxed to function, and he noticed. His observational skills proved to be beneficial as he follows your routine step by step even if you’re nodding off in front of him while does so.
When you exited the bathroom with his arm around your waist for support, the only thing in your mind was to die on the bed as quickly as possible. Yet Illumi sat you down on your side of the bed, which had already been warmed by the butlers, and placed a tray on a small table.
“Llumi, thank you but I really want to sleep, I don’t think I can eat this” you slurred, eyes almost closed.
“Mmm then I supposed I can feed you” the spoon was past your lips before he could finish his sentence. Favorite flavors exploded in your mouth, and you realized how hungry you actually were. “Mother says eating is very important to keep the body healthy, if you’re healthy our children will be healthy” he kept feeding you and you didn’t even have time to get flushed at his comment.
In a manner of minutes, the whole meal was scarfed down, and you were ready to lay down. But Illumi dragged you to the bathroom once more and guided your hand to brush your teeth while he went to shower himself. Before disappearing behind the crystal door into the shower he told you to be careful as you made your way back to bed.
You dropped on your side of the bed and snuggled into the plush covers and pillow letting out a content sigh. As sleep claimed you, a pair of arms slithered around your frame and pulled you close to his chest. Illumi loved being big spoon because he could never get over the fact of how small you were all curled up in his arms. A need to protect you grew deeper in his heart at the sight.
“Goodnight” you mumbled instantly falling asleep, face nuzzling the pillow which one hand holding unto Illumi’s arm. Illumi waited a couple of seconds before replying.
“Goodnight” he kissed your temple and drifted off while his body remained alert in case anything happened.
Hisoka
The blazing hot sun was right on top of you while you painted away on the wall. Getting that child sports sunblock came in handy for the situation but at the same time, you felt the substance sticking your limbs together. It might also be the paint.
You had forgotten to buy gloves on your way to the mural’s spot and had to use your arm to cover sections of the paint in order to save them from getting mixed up as you spray painted the shapes. Now you sported different colors and their mixtures on your forearms, fingers, and maybe a random swipe on your cheek and forehead.
“My, my, what’s this? A little puppy playing with paint? You sure love to make a mess~” the voice came from behind you, and you turned to see your boyfriend standing in all his heeled majesty.
“Ah, Soka, is it time already? I got carried away” you scratched the back of your neck leaving some color on that area as well.
“Mmm, I can see that. It’s looking good but I believe it’s time you wrap things up” you nodded wordlessly knowing quite well how futile it is to argue with him. He wins most of the time.
You packed your things and avoided touching Hisoka, you wouldn’t dream of getting paint on his outfit. It would be hellish.
Half an hour later you still can’t remember how he got you into the tub filled with hot water, soap, and oils. Hisoka dumped the water over your head lathing the shampoo onto your hair and massaging it. His long nails gently raked your scalp making you hum in appreciation. Then the spell broke when he giggled and mischievously dumped more water on you. You coughed a little holding into the sides of the tub looking like a long-haired wet dog blinded by the hair. Your hand went to the (h/l) curtain of hair currently blocking your everything when said hand was quickly snatched. The feeling of the loofa sponge scrubbing at the stubborn paint on your skin felt a little like grating cheese.
“Soka!! I’m not a child” you chided taking your arm back hugging it against your breast, but he just chuckled taking your painted arm and raising it to your eye level
“I beg to differ, little fruit” your cheeks flushed, and you gave him a nervous smile
“I just forgot my gloves” you pouted like a child who was just proved wrong.
“Mmm, little darling it looks more like you decided to paint with your body” he licked his lips, his forever half-lidded eyes giving you a lascivious look “and as much as I would love to book a body painting session with my lovely artist, I think I’ll pass by tomorrow and bring you extra gloves” he leaned closer giving your wet hair a kiss while you still pouted and he helped you get out of the tub.
Once out of the water gravity wore down on your bones making them heavy and you tripped with your own feet trying to take the first step away from the tub. Hisoka’s eyes widened momentarily and with his lightning reflexes he caught you…but not your towel. Your naked body ended up squished against his. Color rushed to your cheeks, and you pressed your face into his pecs trying to hide the embarrassment.
“Darling” he moaned. Strong hands grabbed your shoulders squeezing hard “I’m trying hard to be understanding”
His hands lowered to your waist slightly lifting you off by a couple of inches. Hisoka’s voice whispered low in your ear “because I know you’re tired” he gave the tip of your ear a kiss and licked the outline making you go even redder
“But if you keep teasing me so freely…I’m not sure I can hold back much longer” he slowly lifted your chin to see your embarrassment in full display.
Hisoka smiled smugly, licking his lips as he dove for yours smashing against them. The kiss was ferocious and hungry, and you felt his teeth nip your lower lip to gain entrance, but he stopped himself. You were breathless by the time he separated and the two of you panted, for a second breathing each other’s air and looking dazed.
“We have…to stop ‘soka” you panted leaning against his chest. You felt the chuckle rumble under your fingertips.
“Yes,” this was one of those instances where his tone was genuine. You could see his relaxed expression in your mind, his eyes closed as he gave no one, in particular, a close lip smile. Not his usual smirk or grin just a calm and genuine smile. He felt comfortable and at ease within your presence.
Hisoka let you down but not out of his hold as he suddenly maneuvered your body to carry you out of the bathroom and into your shared bedroom.
“Soka!!” You yelped looping your arms around his neck as he carried you to your bed. He placed you on the edge, pecking your forehead and backing away to see your body in full display.
Hisoka had a wolfish smirk as he slowly eyed you up and down biting his lip. Instinctively you covered your chest, cheeks flushed once more as he chuckled and turned to look for clothes in your drawers. You tried to keep yourself distracted from the not so relaxing thoughts forming in your head.
Then a pair of panties landed on your lap. You looked up to see Hisoka in all his naked glory. Some bit of drool must’ve slipped from your lips at the sight. He was stunning standing before you like a carved Greek sculpture. You wanted to turn away but really couldn’t force yourself. At that moment, you considered yourself very lucky to have been able to snatch him up from everyone else. He merely smirked and went to sit beside you, yet you tried to follow him with your head, and he chuckled. His hand gently made you turn around with your back to him.
“Come now darling don’t make this cliche”
You hugged your arms sitting cross-legged on the bed while he sat with his legs at the edge of the bed and his body turned to you. Hisoka then started brushing your hair, making sure to gently untangle any knots from the bottom up. At the repeating motion of the brush going through your tresses, sleepiness started to seep into your system making your eyes droopy and bones heavy. Your head nodded forward and to the side, a couple of times, enough to make Hisoka struggle to suppress his giggles.
“You really worked hard today, didn’t you, little fruit? I’m so proud” he didn’t expect an answer, he knew you were beyond gone by now.
Hisoka placed the brush on the nearest surface and helped you get your panties on before turning off the lights. You barely registered the slurred “goodnight” and “thank you” you gave him before falling deep into slumber. The man chuckled at your antics, you looked like a tired puppy after spending a whole day playing. Hisoka pulled your body closer to his, he placed your head in the crook of his neck and kissed your temple while you nuzzled him. The truth was he gave you the pair of panties to stop himself from ravaging your body. Right now, you needed a different kind of care, and he was more than happy to accommodate. However tomorrow morning you best expect to wake up with his head between your legs. You’re not getting off so easily, after all, his good deeds have a price, but don’t worry it’s certainly one you can afford.
Chrollo
Chrollo is your biggest supporter. He’s very knowledgeable in the field per se since he *cough* steals *coughs* collects a lot of artworks from different museums. So, he left you early in the morning right where the wall was, and helped you get settled with everything you needed before leaving you with the promise, he would pick you up by 5.
Six hours later he came back with some members of the trope, who happened to be with him at the moment. Thinks, Feitan and Machi walked behind Chrollo as he made his way to the same spot, he had left you in the morning. Chrollo had to hold back his laughter when he saw you, he felt like he left you an adult and came back to a child who had spent the day playing with different markers. You hadn’t noticed their presence, after several catcalls and people stopping by with their cars you had managed to desensitize yourself as to not feel the anxiety that came from prying eyes. You were still painting under the blazing sun of the rolling evening. Chrollo scratched his brain for an answer since he was sure he had left you a pair of gloves in the box of materials. Lo and behold, his eyes spotted the gloves beside the box and deduced that you set them away to wear but got too excited and forgot to actually put them on.
He chuckled airily and cleared his throat behind you “It’s not bad” he mentioned.
Ready to reply to the onlooker with your best bubbly impersonation you turned with a plastic smile only to see Chrollo standing closer to you and the three members behind him all waving at you. Chrollo’s hands were inside his big coat, and he offered you a smile despite his raised eyebrow at your expression. He would have to talk about it later. You gasped and waved back excitedly gingerly walking towards Chrollo, like a cat going to receive their owner.
“Is it really good? Be honest” Chrollo stroke a mocking thinking pose nose raised in the air and eyes looking to the sky not even looking at the painting.
“Mmmm” You elbowed him, and he huffed a bit, chuckling lowly.
“I think it’s good for now, let’s go home”
He helped you with your materials and you carried your box looking like an excited puppy. Chrollo was talking about buying something quick to eat since he knew you would be busted by the time they arrived at the car, but Phinks walking right next to you noticed you weren’t listening to their boss. He grunted and took the box from your hands making you gasp and look his way with widened eyes.
“Phinks, don’t it’s o- “
“Oi, you’re close to falling face-first on the ground. Plus, the boss is talking about getting your favorite for dinner” You felt embarrassed and Machi came to your side putting her arm around your shoulder
“Be nicer, idiot, she’s tired. Danchou, how about we get the car and you two can wait here.” Chrollo knew the trope was familiar with you and therefore kind of protective too. They all saw you as their little sister and even if some acted annoyed at you, it was merely a mask”
Chrollo hummed in response “Perhaps it would be for the best” You sat on the empty sidewalk as the trio passed by, Feitan ruffling your hair as he passed. You chuckled but tiredness was getting to you already and the motion made you fall to the side unto Chrollo’s leg. He smiled at your dopey expression looking upwards to meet his eyes. You did look like a puppy.
He sat down with you on the sidewalk, and you leaned against his shoulder. Within minutes you nodded off his shoulder and Chrollo had to hold your head so you would meet the floor. The car came over and he led you inside on the back as Phinks drove, Feitan rode shotgun as they both had a discussion about the radio and Machi was in the back with the two of you. Chrollo held your head on his shoulder the entire ride.
You opened your eyes and went to swipe your face making water drip down your eyes and cheeks.
“Welcome back, love” Chrollo was in a white shirt, sleeves rolled up as he gently scrubbed your arms. His hair was down without the white bandana covering the Peter’s cross tattoo on his forehead. He smiled while scrubbing your skin.
“I’m sorry, how long was I gone” your words slurred a bit as you spoke to them.
“Not long, maybe half an hour? It doesn’t matter, dear, you were tired after spending the whole day in the sun” he countered, and you felt your heart swell while you watched him with interest.
“I’m very lucky” you smiled at him, and he simply chuckled.
“Darling, this is normal. Pampering the one you love is in the description and you should’ve never settled for anything less than this”
“Are you discreetly saying that all of my exes are horrible, and you are the best that has ever happened to me?” Chrollo kissed your forehead as he rose from the stool.
“That’s exactly what I’m saying, love” He went to the bathroom’s cupboard and pulled fresh towels with a robe, and came back to the stool placing the towels on the toilet seat.
Chrollo grabbed your hair gently and started washing it, making sure to cover your eyes while he rinsed it. He conditioned it and brushed through it delicately then rinsed it once more. Then he washed your shoulders and neck, dragging the loofa across your collarbone and the top of your breasts. Suddenly, his lips were on your shoulder as he kissed his way to behind your ear.
“I think the ones that came before me” he whispered in your ear “Never knew how to treat you right” then kissed it and kissed your temple as he pulled away.
You were flushed and there weren’t enough bubbles to cover your reddening chest and cheeks. Chrollo smiled and gave you the loofa for you to finish the rest. You nodded wordlessly not trusting your voice and he kissed your head and left the bathroom.
You finished washing and decided to soak up a bit, letting the warm water and oils destress you and loosen your tight muscles. Chrollo definitely knew how to draw a bath and a couple of minutes later Chrollo knocked on the door and you realized you had fallen asleep. Alert by the knocking you stood feeling all your muscles weighted down but relaxed. You dried yourself, slipped into a robe, put your hair in the second towel, and exited the bathroom to meet Chollo in casual clothes fresh out of the shower from the second bathroom. He was lighting some candles when you stepped into the room.
“What’s the occasion? I’m starting to think I’ve forgotten a special date” he chuckled and met you, grabbing your forearms and pulling you close to kiss your forehead.
“Can’t I pamper the one I love just because?” He guided you towards the bed where your favorite food and aperitifs were on a tray.
The two of you dined and talked, laughing, and enjoying each other’s company. The ambiance was relaxing and after you had finished dinner you laid down still talking to Chrollo until you nuzzled a nearby pillow and Chrollo realized you were on the verge of sleep. He picked everything and set it on the nearest surface, then woke you up to brush your teeth while he snuffs the candles out except one beside the bed. When you returned Chrollo grabbed your hand leading you to the edge of the bed once more and gently brushed your hair, you yawned, head going backward with the motion of the brushes.
“Just a little bit more, darling”
Once he finished, he placed the brush on the nightstand and pulled you deeper into the bed making you lay on him while he rested against a pillow on the bed frame. Chrollo laid a hand on your waist, laying your head on his chest. His other hand held a book and he pecked your temple while you rested.
“Goodnight” you mumbled “Thank you, everything was delightful”
“Goodnight, love” he chuckled and started reading his book from the page he had left it.
May I request a platonic x reader where the reader is (Twisted Wonderland) Idia and Ortho’s sister and she’s the middle child?
Of course!! As I mentioned before I do struggle a bit with my flaming baby boi, but I will always do my best to write for him T-T Enjoy this matcha, is warm!
Everyone with siblings knows being the middle child can be a weird experience. Either you get a smidge of attention or none at all. Not even a lecture or a scolding. But your parents weren’t certainly normal and as the only girl permitted into Night Raven College *cough* blackmail *cough* that gave you enough attention to make even Ortho protective of you. Sometimes your parents didn’t remember you, forgetting to include you in their care packages and Idia got irked each time that happened, so as the heir he made sure to spoil you and give his little sister everything she needed to be happy and content in college.
“I’ll unlock all the happy endings for you, (Y/N)-chan” Idia would mumble while he head patted you as you munched on your favorite sweets.
You were quite the opposite of Idia but not as enthusiastic as Ortho. Sure video games were cool and all, especially when you had a big bro who would help you pass them and gave you all the codes and special weapons to win and surpass the other players. You pitied the players that would swear up and down through the microphone stating you were definitely cheating because girls couldn’t be that good. They were getting hacked, Idia kept a list and a high score.
“GG, (Y/N)!! I’ve taught you well” he would smugly smirk at you while you smiled at him enthusiastically.
But video games and electronics aside, you were more intrigued about what lay beyond the four walls of your room. Idia always made sure you never left his room without gadgets that looked normal and could be worn, matching them with everything in your closet. He made sure you would never know or suspect they were microphones or hidden cameras. He had to keep you safe. Not to mention he would be by your side with his floating tablet whenever classes ended.
So you trekked the campus always with a smile, long blue flaming hair, courtesy of the house, always in a high ponytail, skirt uniform all ironed and pristine. A stellar student.
Yet just like your brother, your social battery had a limit and while being the only girl had its advantages, most of the time the cons were more than the pros. Guys from different houses always looked for your flaming hair in the sea of students that crowd the halls just to invite you to sit with them at their table during lunch. Gifts would be left on your seat in the lecture classrooms and others would plain out invite you to their dorms for a chat.
It could be exhausting trying to avoid them. So at the end of a rather exhausting day, you ended up knocking on Idia’s door and dropped on his bed all exhausted.
“(Y/N)!!” Ortho’s voice chimed as he puffed a pillow for you to rest your head on.
Idia knew something was up.
Ortho couldn’t keep up with you that day and was coincidentally sitting on Idia’s bed the moment you entered and melted into the bed. He petted your hair as you laid your head on a pillow propped by his legs. Idia had been sort of entertained with his new otome game and he didn’t think about looking left to the cameras that followed you around campus. Regret and guilt weighed on his chest making him a fumbling mess.
“(Y-YN)! What’s w-wrong?!” Idia turned on his chair to look at your starfish sprawled out form. Head on the pillow and Ortho rubbing circles on your back.
“I’m tired” you huffed turning and hugging his pillow to your chest. Ortho quickly grabbed another pillow and placed it under your head making you smile at him. Idia’s hair got a tinged color on his ends at your pose. You looked just like his favorite character in the game. “Running away from boys all day is hard”
Idia’s dazed look turned sharp at what you said. He gave you a crazed smirk, both of his hands clasped together in a calculating manner and his hair turned orange-ish. Ortho sensed the shift in his brother’s emotions, quickly thinking of a way to defuse the situation.
“What.was.that?” You weren’t looking at him and therefore didn’t notice how the more you talked about your day the more his flames went crazy.
“Mmm, poor sister-chan. You had such a rough day” Idia was kneeling by the side of the bed petting your hair, then looked at Ortho giving him a smile.
“Ortho, why don’t you get (Y/N)-chan something to eat”
His little brother nodded enthusiastically “Don’t worry (Y/N) I’ll get you your favorite snacks and then we can watch a movie”
Ortho quickly left the room excitedly. When the door closed, Idia turned to you once more.
“Don’t you worry, your big brother has enough coins left to unlock the NSFW choice” he mumbled under his breath
Idia turned, leaving you to rest on his bed as he sat down on his chair cracking his fingers Idia made an expanding motion with his hand and several holographic monitors appeared, each one showing the culprits of your tiresome day.
“I’ll use my choice well” he grinned crazily at the monitors.
Hi hiiiii <3 I'd like to request a matcha tea with an yandere Idia Shroud with a fem s!o please!
I'm so so sorry this took so long!! Even though I love my baby boi, I couldn't seem to be able to write for him T-T Still, there are no excuses, here's a matcha tea it was made with my tears, sweat and other bodily fluids. Enjoy!
You had taken his hand.
The moment you crossed the mirror following the voice from your dreams it had been his hand the one you grabbed. From then on, he felt like you were his responsibility. He just had to make sure you were alright, Twisted Wonderland is a very dangerous place after all, especially for someone who doesn’t have magic and it’s not from around.
After that rough start, you had accommodated quite well to the place, going as far as making good friends with the troublemaking first years and stopping overblots like someone was keeping score of the events. He saw you through his screen always being helpful and offering a hand to everyone who needed it. You even took a manager job with the ever complicated and over demanding Vil, not that Crowley gave you much of a choice, but he liked to think you had a good heart and you truly you did. Idia couldn’t help but feel you were always against the wall, always destined to lose with each step you took towards whatever empty goal you had chosen in this world. He saw you as an important NPC, a side character that suddenly became the protagonist as if your fate was a cursed isekai otome game.
So, Idia took matters into his own hands.
He was accustomed to the four walls of his bedroom, the blue lighting from the fires, and the blackness of the walls. The isle of lament looked exactly as what it was called. Blue, black and pale. Like all the happiness and sunshine was sucked right out of it. But he fitted right in. You however did not belong. You, with your shining hair, supple skin, and sunshine in your smile. You were a beautiful flower and flowers needed sunlight to survive. When Idia had grabbed your hand through the mirror, he promised himself he would take care of you and that’s exactly what he would do. He has the technology so why not? So, after managing to escape his own anxiety from being outside, he planted some cameras and equipment in that crumbling and dusty matchbox you and your cat called a dorm house. He would make sure you had the best of commodities when you move to his dorm.
Idia would watch you come from a long day of classes, pull several cans of tuna for Grim and make a small sandwich for yourself. Then it was on to the camera in your room as you quickly changed since the washing machine was broken and you had to get the best of your uniform. The tips of Idia’s fiery hair turned pinkish as his eyes looked down to avoid looking at your exposed self. He chastised himself for placing the camera there, but then again anything could come crawling through your bedroom window, so it was a precaution he told himself. Switch to the cameras in the hall and the living room watching you pull a bucket, a mop, a broom, and a duster with several trash bags. Even after everything that you’ve been through the dorm wasn’t fully cleaned yet and you took several minutes of your free time to clean what you could before you went down to writing your homework for the next day.
It was a small ritualistic routine he watched you perform every day, and it somehow calmed his nerves just like video games did.
But one day, on the rare occasion he went outside to be in P.E, due to both his brother’s insistence and Prof. Vargas, he managed to escape from the class and found himself a nice spot in between the bushes and foliage. He hated the crowds and still couldn’t believe how many students attended the school, if it were up to him everything would be online. The spot was ample enough and he could listen to the coach joyously giving everyone else an insane routine while he pulled out his tablet and pen and started sketching. It was a pastime he enjoyed besides the video games and the electronic tinkering. Idia found himself deep in thought, pulling to the front of his mind, the best images he had of you. His pen moved scratchily creating a sketch, then he went over it with more fluid lines. He was so concentrated he didn’t listen to the bushes rustling and a high pitch voice hushing and whispering about skipping the crazy routine.
“That is a lovely sketch” Idia yelped and jumped so high you swore he almost reached your head. His fiery blue hair had turned tomato red for a split second as he struggled to lock his tablet and hide away the evidence.
“Y-You! You’re the problem child I’ve heard all about, I-I thought I told you to stay away from m-me” Idia had never stood faster than at that moment. You looked at him like a lost puppy even going as far as to tilt your head in a confused manner, like one. Idia composed himself and went to his usual pale expression and grouchy demeanor “What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be exercising? No wonder you’re gaining weight” Your brows scrunched up and the pity you had felt for this being suddenly evaporated replaced by annoyance and ire.
“Mmm, no wonder, no one likes you except your brother. You created him after all” You didn’t mean to sound so heartless but in the heat of the moment his attitude change made you snap.
Idia was shocked, eyes wide, pupil small, and blue lips showing his razor-sharp teeth in amazement. Usually, when he demeaned the first years or any other annoying NPCs roaming the campus, they would just flock away with their feeling of hurt. Yet here you stood, the prefect of Ramshackle dorm showing her claws. His cheeks reddened and he then left your presence biting the edge of his sleeve so you wouldn’t notice his flushed face.
You shook your head and a second later Grimm appeared beside you asking what was all that.
“Nothing important” you turned, face changing into a closed eye smile.
You left to continue with the class after taking that forbidden break and thankfully didn’t notice Idia hiding behind a nearby tree losing his mind. He couldn’t believe he met you in person and already several thoughts ran rampage through his mind. His entire body trembled in both fear and anticipation.
After that first meeting, you didn’t see the blue-haired boy around and after asking the ADeuce duo they told you he was mostly a hermit and a recluse who rarely left his room in person. However, you met with him another time while in the hallway, the two of you were forced to be close together due to the amount of students transitioning to classes. Your eyes shot up to see him, you couldn’t miss his hair. But he looked paler and sweatier than usual like he wanted to die on the spot. So out of stupid bravery and some innate good-heartedness, you grabbed his hand, making him yelp, and dragged him through the crowd into a recently used classroom that had no students at the moment. In the process you didn’t think it through, leaving your friends behind to help the recluse that had low key insulted you two weeks ago. For that you were now stuck in an empty classroom, all alone.
You sighed and Idia slightly jumped at the action “Hey it’s alright. There’s no crowd here so you can relax” A couple of minutes passed as the both of you simmered in the awkward atmosphere. Then Idia’s voice came through almost whispery then it gained more tone to it as he talked.
“…I-I’m sending out all these ‘leave me alone’ vibes, but you can’t read the room at all…” You felt stupid after helping him and were about to give him a piece of your mind…again when he continued talking “You must not have friends, huh?”
That was the breaking point. You exhaled loudly, adjusted your uniform, and left him in the room alone. Your whole body was filled with anger and the student around you could clearly sense the aura, so they flocked to the sides, letting you walk back towards your friends who started complaining and teasing you about running away so suddenly.
That incident marked the beginning of some paranoia feelings that you weren’t feeling before. You started to feel watched, more than usual, and notice a humming that followed you everywhere you went. It was a subtle noise that could be easily dismissed amongst the everyday noise, but you couldn’t help focusing on it whenever things were silent.
On the other side of the screen, Idia followed you more closely, with your attitude it wouldn’t be long when a heated Savanaclaw student would clash with your true colors. It was a recipe for disaster considering you had no powers. He had to watch out for you, he had to help you and be ready. His plan was already in motion, every tool he needed was at the ready and the accommodations had been done by Ortho under the pretense that the dorm would have a new student very soon.
One evening after completing your chores and homework, you went to the bathroom and filled the tub for a nice soak. Grimm was playing magic cards with the ghosts, unnecessarily betting his tuna cans since the ghosts can’t really eat. You sank into the warm and bubbly water letting a tired sigh. The feeling of being watched has increased tenfold lately and no matter how hard you tried to shake it off, it didn’t go away. The only place you felt you had privacy, from literally everyone, was the bathroom so you tried to enjoy it to the fullest. The minutes flew by fast, and you dried yourself off opening the door just a smidge to listen for Grimm and the ghosts.
Since they seem to still be playing you made your way into the bedroom closing the door behind you.
“After all this time, your bedroom is the coziest room in this entire dump” a whispery and monotonous voice came from behind you. Alarmed you turned only to be met by Idia casually looking at the Knick knacks you have accumulated on your vanity and nightstand.
You clutched your robe closer, brows furrowed and eyes wide “What are you doing here?”
Idia turned to you and gave a smile, eye half-lidded as he assessed you. The hairs on your body stood at his glance, making your skin crawl and your chest feel uncomfortable. You had a half mind to call Grimm and the ghosts but for some reason, you couldn’t hear the giggles and raucous voices. Something was off and Idia was looking too comfortable and confident.
Suddenly the lights in the room flickered showing Idia even closer to you coming out of a mist that surrounded everything in the room, then they turned off entirely. The only feature your foggy eyes could device were Idia’s yellow eyes and flaming blue hair as he came ever closer, smiling down at you. Your vision swam and your body swayed leaning back against the door and sliding down. Idia crouched in front of you smiling, both his hands were on his knees as he then reached to your face and tucked a hair behind your ear lingering and caressing your cheek.
“Don’t worry I’ll be sure to collect your things and bring them to your new room. You will be able to customize it however you like” Idia’s calm voice was the last thing you heard as darkness claimed you.
For a moment you didn’t know if you had opened your eyes since everything was dark except for a blueish glow that seemed to come from the side. You were laying down on a bed that much you knew, but your body felt so heavy that the most you could do were looking to the side where the glow came. The room looked like a normal dorm bedroom except this wasn’t your dorm bedroom and you were more than certain this wasn’t your dorm house at all. Then as a rushing current of water fell over your head and body, you remembered what happened, the yellow eyes and the glowing blue hair with the razor-sharp smile. You tried to shoot out of bed, but your body was sluggish. Before you could think of a plan, the same glowing blue hair entered the room. You looked to the side once more to see him entering the room, he approached the bed very calmly and crouched a bit to turn on the lamp on the nightstand next to you. The light illuminated him; he was wearing a white shirt that seemed to be a size bigger than his own with grey sweatpants. He looked like he just woke up and it might be true by the way he scratched his tummy and yawned.
“Ah, you’re finally awake” his eyes widened, pupils small and both hands raised in slight surrender like he hadn’t been paying attention all this time. You tried to make an irked expression but even your face was having trouble moving at the pace you wanted it to.
“Ahh, I might’ve given you a higher dose. So annoying” His demeanor returned to normal, eyes half-lidded in disinterest and his form slumped.
“I dressed you in my hoodie since I still haven’t moved all of your things and you don’t seem to have a lot of clothes” his cheeks flushed a bit as he scratched the back of his neck “we have to fix that” he mumbled but you still caught it int the silence of the room. That explained why you felt cold in your legs.
Idia yawned again, stretching his arms then looking down at you once more to see the confusion in your eyes.
“Sir Grim is here with us. I wouldn’t leave him behind” Idia grinned “He’s just as adorable as you are”
Idia crouched beside the bed, he laid his face on his hands while he looks at you intently, your face had turned to follow his movements, but you wished you didn’t. Then one finger poked your cheek and then caressed it while he watched you fondly.
“You don’t remember me, do you?” Of course, you did, you wanted to scream it at him “We met in dreams, I saw you through the mirror and our eyes met just like a cliche arc in a dating sim. I reached my hand out and you grabbed it. From then on, I knew you were mine” he giggled, and it unnerved you.
“I tried to ignore the feeling in my chest, but I couldn’t hold back any longer” he whispered insanely his tone giddy as he still caressed your cheek.
You wanted to pull away from his touch, but your body wasn’t awake enough. All you manage was to turn your face around in the slowest way possible.
“Playing hard to get, huh?” You heard him get up “Don’t worry I’ve played enough otome games to know which route to take. I’ll have you falling in love in record time” You heard him walking, the door opened, and you could faintly hear his voice from afar “It’ll do wonders to my high score”
Idia returned and you still kept your head turned to the side avoiding him as much as you could. He huffed and chuckled airily at the antics; it was cute.
It startled you when he jumps unto the bed and straddled your hips. Your cheeks flushed and you whipped your head to his side as fast as you were allowed. Idia looked crazed, his cheeks were reddish along with the tips of his blue flaming hair, the manic look in his half-lidded eyes and grin didn’t fade away. You couldn’t be certain of his thoughts and didn’t know what he would do since his eyes told you many things.
Idia then presented you with a pomegranate. You were not expecting that “Dum duh-duh-duh-duuum! Level up!” Your eyes widened at the position you were both in, but he didn’t seem to care, it didn’t seem to register in his mind.
“Here let’s sit you up” Idia then crossed over to the other side of you and went further into the bed. Idia grabbed you and pulled you into an embrace with your back against his chest and head leaning into the crook of his neck. You ket out a small wine and some tears escaped your eyes.
“H-Hey, none of that. L-Leveling up is not so bad. You’ll like it and is not so hard, all you have to do is…” Idia brought a single pomegranate seed to your lips “eat the right amount of these”
Idia proceeded to slip the seeds past your lips while tears slowly rolled down your cheeks “Don’t worry I’ll take care of the both of you” he chuckled “I always take care of my SSR cards, and I can’t pass this opportunity to have the limited edition. I-I’m excited to show you the collection I’ve made s-so far”
A holographic screen propped up and he swiped to the left with one hand, showing you the horrors. That feeling of being watched, the humming that followed you relentlessly, it was all him. Idia proceeded to show you a slide show of pictures he had taken, and they were all of you. You were doing mundane things around your dorm, laughing with friends, running a crazy number of laps in P.E…changing in your bedroom.
“These are my favorite ones. You look so cute in all of them. I can’t wait to take more when I dress you up” Idia had several outfits in mind, starting with a cat maid one.
He giggled to himself hugging you closer. After all the waiting, he finally got what he wanted.
Hello sugar cubes!! I have seen your requests and rest assure I’m working my hardest to come up with good fics and hcs for them! I’ve been a bit busy with work and other personal projects but I will never forget y’all
THOSE FICS WILL COME NO MATTER WHAT OR HOW LONG!! (Yes I’m looking at the matcha teas that have been requested) I LOVE MATCHA!🙂
Here we are, an extra foamy fluffy rose tea with milk. Forgive any grammar mistakes, I was excited and proofread very fast. Another episode for the Fatherhood Suits You. Enjoy!
Fatherhood suits you serie- Hisoka
- Just like everyone else that loves Hisoka, I don’t see him with a child less with more than one. But I think it could be possible.
- HoWeVEr, Hisoka’s upbringing might push him to take care of his children the way he wasn’t taken care of. Specially if his S/O died from childbirth; his triplets, two boys and a little girl, must survive no matter what.
- Enter Dilf Hisoka, he’s your average murder jester with sadomasochistic tendencies but after 3 he’s a single dad with three little devils that he adores.
- They have him wrapped around their fingers too. That illegal dire wolf or something puppy is proof. But no way those puppy dog eyes are going to get him to cave in for cookies after 6pm; he learned early on how sugar equals nonos
- He will not move to the suburbs at the beginning. The picket white fence was never meant for someone like himself, but as the kids grow up, his little two room apartment is not enough to sustain them. So he leaves that apartment for his jobs and buys a house in a nice part of town. He’s more than capable of protecting his little family but he wants what’s best for them, knowing well he’s not always present for them.
- There will be occasions when he shows up to the job with a baby strapped on his front, one on his back and another on one of his arms because the nanny was unavailable
“Ermm, is this even legal?” The opponent would be so confused.
“Oh don’t worry, you won’t be able to get close” he taunts the man urging him to fight.
- The kids know how to defend themselves, he has taught them everything appropriate for children their age to use against an ofender. He can’t wait for them to grow up and spar with him for real using their nen.
- Cue in Hisoka getting called by the daycare director in the middle of a fight.
“Mr.Morrow?”
“He’s speaking” he grunts as he avoids a blow.
“Are you alright?”
“Mhm” he punches the man and swings him away into the dumpsters with his bungee gum. “What can I help you with?”
“Your child has been hitting other children and that is a behavior we do not tolerate”
“Did they win?” Hisoka chuckles picking up the other man by the back of his shirt.
“Wha-Mr. Morrow, this is a serious matter, this conduct may lead to behavioral problems in the future”
“Mmm, did you ask them why they were hitting the other kids?”
“N-“
“Then maybe you should. Little (B/N) doesn’t hit anyone unless he needs to” he hung up holding the phone to his chest and smiling proudly at the ground.
- Sometime later as they grow he might teach them to hit the spots no one can see, to avoid unnecessary scuffles and to only defend themselves when necessary.
- Now Hisoka doesn’t tolerate disrespect that he considers aims too close. Lemme explain, he knows at which point to shut the other person up when they have definitely crossed a big line. Since he receives many hurtful comments through out the day and night, he has his own little code about it. But with his children growing and reaching those phases in life where the questions and rebellious tints come through, he knows simple Nos and don’t do that won’t work anymore. They’re no longer toddlers or babies.
- So Hisoka has to put on the responsible father pants and lecture them about stuff. Of course, this is Hisoka and the pants are fluffy white with knee pads.
“(B/N), why do you think I stopped you, hmm?” The little boy is pouting looking to the ground and trying to cover his face with his (H/C) tresses.
“Come on, you’re a smart boy” Hisoka might sometimes sound condescending since he still learning how to be a good father.
“Because I pushed that girl over the slide”
“Good boy, and why is that wrong in this context?”
“She didn’t attack me first”
“Beautiful, now go sit on the bench. You’re in time out for five minute”
“B-“ the kid cuts himself off when he feels the slight flare of his father’s nen. “Ok”
“Good boy, there some snacks on the bag”
- This man gets called out a lot when he’s in the park. People like to asume he kidnapped the children as he sits cross legged on the blanket with them. One of his kids sitting in his lap eating some blueberries while the other two are drawing or plastic sword fighting.
“Now, careful with each other. Remember to block” he comments while he braids his little girl’s hair.
“Papa” he gets pulled into a small conversation about dinosaurs with his girl and notices from the corner of his eye someone approaching his kids.
“Excuse me kids, where are your parents? Do you know this man?”
“He’s our father”
“You don’t have to pretend, if you’re in trouble let us know ok?” The presumptuous lady whispers to the confused boys
“Is there any trouble with my children?” Hisoka’s voice doesn’t need to boom to sound menacing, his playful drawl makes their skin crawl as he stands behind his kids who are unaffected by the voice. He’s carrying his little girl and pulling his kids closer to him. He knows this person could do nothing to harm them before Hisoka beats them up, but he wants his children to feel protected.
“Are these your kids”
“Surely, I thought their hair color and eyes would be obvious enough” he winks to one of his boys who’s looking at him a bit spooked by the situation. The boy smiles toothily and turns to look at the lady.
“Oh my mistake, I apologize” she chuckles nervously trying to play it off.
Hisoka chuckles and gives her a closed eye smile “Please do not make the same mistake twice. It might not be pleasant” with that said he turned taking his children with him back to the blanket spot.
- With them in his life, Hisoka has learnt many life lessons and values he might’ve kept buried in the past. Illumi thinks fatherhood does not suit him at all as he sees the man running away after he said he had children. Then he collapses from the fast approaching card to his neck.
“Hah~ I felt some passing empathy” he says holding his chest dramatically “ it’s gone now” he stands going back to his amused self and Illumi looks at the whole scene feeling disjointed but doesn’t complain.
- Speaking of Illumi, no emotions assassin uncle? Heck yeah! At first Illumi was inconvenienced. Why on earth would Hisoka of all people want children? But after three weeks of not seeing the jester, Illumi will never admit it, but he was bored and kind of concerned. Did they finally killed him?
So he tracked Hisoka down and found him in his apartment. The place was a mess, cardboard boxes opened and thrown in corners, boxes portraying cute illustrations of babies drinking milk and others of their adorably illustrated diapers. In Illumi’s mind Hisoka had already one too many kinks but this was plain out stupid and if the clown wasn’t dead he would surely murder him.
With the footsteps of a cat, Illumi made his way around the apartment, walking down a semi long hallway to reach the clown’s bedroom. As Illumi was about to pass the archway opening the semi-open door further, he stopped, feeling the card inch closer into his neck.
“If you wake them up, I will kill you”
“I thought my stealth would’ve let you know it’s me” Illumi’s monotonous voice sounded like a whisper.
“I know it’s you Llumi~ but I’ve gone through hell to make them go to sleep and if you rile them up I will murder you” the voice drawled with murderous amusement.
“Them?” Illumi heard Hisoka’s lithe footsteps move around the room and then the click of a lamp. The light washed over the room and illuminated the very messy attempt at putting together the three cribs, the mess all around, the bundle on Hisoka’s arms and the other two bundled shapes slightly moving on the bed but still fast asleep.
Illumi’s void like eyes looked at Hisoka with many questions written on his face but then slightly recoiled at the sight. Hisoka the usual cocky clown with impeccable complexion and fashionable style was devoid of all make up, his hair was curled but hadn’t been washed in a bit so the curls were weighted and going on the verge of straightening. His pale skin made the bags under his eyes more noticeable and even though he looked good in the sweats and the white wife beater, he looked dead ass tired.
“When was the last time you slept?” It was a genuine question filled with morbid curiosity.
“It’s been a while” Hisoka sighed running a hand through his hair and trembling in slight disgust at the greasy feeling.
“What’s with the kids? Are they hostages? You know you don’t have to keep them alive if they’re hostages?”
“They’re mine” Hisoka croaked, his voice low and menacing, feeling like the words mama bear would tell the hunter who came to pillage her house.
“Your kids?”
“It’s a long story”
“I have time” Illumi sat down near the little bundles and watched them gravitate close to him much to his dismay.
- As the kids grow and see Illumi more and more when they’re awake it’s no wonder they start calling him Mama before they can differentiate gender.
“So annoying” he pulls the baby away from him in disgust, trying to get their chubby hands to unlock and let go of his hair.
The baby coos and giggles at him, smiling without any teeth but looking quite content. He makes grabby hands at Illumi clapping them together excited. Something in Illumi snaps and he suddenly wishes Killua would’ve looked at him like that.
- Add to this chaotic mixture possessiveness and compulsion. Illumi is their uncle. That’s final and he takes his job very seriously. He might’ve even sent Hisoka a butler or two to “take care of his little nephews and niece” he has to make sure they’re healthy and strong so they can open the stone doors to his family’s estate.
Hisoka might put his foot down and try to murder, and succeed, said butler as he presented himself at the door. He doesn’t want the same upbringing Llumi had for his kids, he knows what type of twisted mania runs in that family and he rather stick with his own.
- That doesn’t mean he will not go out with his kids and take Illumi along. The lot looking like a family, until the kids call him uncle and then everyone around is very confused. A story for another day.
- Hisoka likes to avoid the Zoldycks as much as possible, but he doesn’t want to upset them since he knows there’s plenty of bountys on his head. So when Kikio wants to see her little darlings, he complies, when he doesn’t have a valid excuse. The children don’t love it either but they understand.
- However its very different when he meets Gon, Alluka and Killua on the streets. Gon is naturally good with kids, so they love him. They’re a bit afraid of Killua’s tsundere personality but he grows soft for them and not to mention Alluka who loves to play with them. They have nice picnic and play dates at the park.
- All in all, Hisoka wouldn’t be an amazingly good role model to be a parent, but he would try his damnest to be good for them. He wants what’s best for the children and even he still on a learning curve when it comes to discipline toning certain behaviors down, he still tries his best.
- And let’s not mention when his daughter gets to that age where the boys just can’t keep it in their pants for her.
It could be carnage, between the two twin brothers, the father, the uncle and the friends. She has a brighter future if she becomes a nun.
Little Mouse- Naga!Hisoka x Intern Researcher!Reader
I’m sorry y’all I’m so unfocused and hyper-focused at the same time. Have another rose tea while I prepare another rose tea 🙃 Enjoy!
Warning: Suggestive themes and blood
Being the longest intern to last in the super-secret project that studies mythological creatures and wouldn't you know it, you were assigned to deal with naga Hisoka, a strawberry corn snake raised in captivity inside the corporation building. You still feel like a rookie assigned to feeding him and keeping him company while updating his charts every time you do something related to him.
Hisoka is known to attack everyone no matter who they are. That’s why no one comes inside his enclosure; the scientists assigned to him have never discovered why he turned out so aggressive even from a younger age, which is why most interactions with him are done behind a fortified glass.
No one is allowed inside unless he’s sedated. That is the first thing they tell every new intern that starts working with him, and that’s the first thing this new kid did.
You had been writing the latest update on him when you heard a blood-curdling scream. Dropping the clipboard, you ran towards the noise without even thinking where that was. You passed the metal submarine-like door and entered the jungle-like room. The enclosure was bigger on the inside, humid and hot like a real jungle would be, but you didn’t have time to wonder how they pulled off this habitat; there was an intern in trouble.
Panting, you ran over the vines and bushes until you reached a cave opening. Doubt and adrenaline coursed equally through your veins. This was a timing moment, and if you missed it, the poor guy would surely be out of here in a blanket-covered gurney. With a shaky breath, you ran inside the dark cave, never minding it was pitch black except for the few holes in the ceiling that served as skylights for those specific spots.
There were skeletons of varying sizes scattered amongst the shadows, but everything seemed well placed, like a system of sorts. You would have to write that in your notes.
Now was not the time.
You kept jogging through the place until you reached a small fork on the road.
“Whose idea was to build the cave like this?” You pondered out loud, annoyed.
Then a couple of yelps and screams told you to go to the right. This side of the cave was cleaner with no bones and such, barely any cobwebs or intruding vines. Then you unexpectedly dropped with a soft yelp and slid all the way down the smooth rock, landing in a heap on the ground.
Here you could clearly hear the groans and pantings of your coworker.
But they were all wrong.
Wiping the sweat, dirt, and hair away from your face, you found yourself in an oval chamber. The place's layout told you this was a bedroom with different wholes you assumed were tunnels to exit and enter. This must be where Hisoka mostly hides.
There was a particular groan and a wet slurp, making your cheeks burn. Your heated skin turned cold at the thought of what you might see.
Walking stealthily, you sneaked a peek around the corner and saw the intern wrapped around in Hisoka’s coils while the naga himself slurped the blood away. His translucent and long fangs were embedded in your coworker’s neck as Hisoka continued to feed.
When he pulled away, he smirked down at the guy, a long tongue coming to lick his lips. The grotesque picture of his mouth starting to unhinge told you, you were running out of time. You need to distract the creature and help the intern. Unable to part eyes with the scene, your hand started looking for anything to help the situation. Grasping a big rock, you threw it as far as you could up the tunnel you just fell from and hid away in the shadows as the stone reached the top and made a sound.
Hisoka perked up, his slitted pupils scanned the area, then looked down at your colleague in his grasp. He could finish them later; he needed to see if it was the pesky security guards with their sleeping darts or someone stupid enough to come inside his home.
You heard the loud thud and pained groan coming from the guy, then the slithering and hissing of the creature as he went up the underpass and disappeared.
Immediately you ran to the intern and took off your coat, putting pressure around the wound on their neck.
Yet you could tell something was amiss. Sweat rolled down their brows as they panted and grimaced.
You were assessing the room, looking for another exit, when they harshly grabbed your forearms and tried to pull you closer to them.
“Hey, hey, it’s alright. I’ll get you out, just hold on, ok,” you whisper yelled, trying to get their grip off of you.
“W-what the HeLl is-? Yo-You have to get ouT. H-he,” he gasped like he couldn’t breathe, and it scared you.
“It burns. It’s too much” your brows scrunched up. This man looked like he just woke up in a different room from a deep nap and had no recollection of how he got there. Hisoka wasn’t know for having any venom, and the guy had only been bitten in the neck; there were no other visible wounds.
While you pondered the missing information, you heard the telltale of the slithers.
He was coming back.
You slumped the guy’s arm around your shoulders and, with much difficulty, hobbled quickly towards one of the entrances on the other side of the room. Jumping on the low platform, you laid the man down, hand covering his lips, while you pointed at them to keep quiet.
Hisoka came back to an empty nest after realizing no one was nearby. Not even the alarms were on, indicative that no one knew the man was missing. He smirked at the possibilities. He was sure the dose was high, and their motor functions should’ve been rendered stupid, so the fact that he could walk away was remarkable. His interest was already piqued.
Unless he had help.
A dark and low chuckle reverberated through the cave, making your blood freeze.
“Mmm, little mouse, little mouse, don’t be shy. I know you’re here. There’s no possible way for you to climb away,” his voice sang the last part, and you heard it distort like he was getting farther and closer at the same time.
You gulped, looking at the intern and then up to the exit hole at the top of the descent. There was no way you could carry this man and get away. But if you could get Hisoka’s attention and hold it long enough, perhaps the intern could slide himself up the slope.
You nodded to yourself; it was a very stupid plan. But it was all you could come up with; surely someone would notice the open metal door to the enclosure and sound the alarm.
You just had to buy some time.
“I know you’re there, little mouse,” the voice was right behind the stone wall you were leaning against. “I can smell them, you know. Their blood, the sweat, the arousal…” what?! Alarm bells were ringing inside your head.
Your eyes turned to look at the man, and it all clicked into place. Aphrodisiacs. His saliva contained an aphrodisiac. You didn’t like your odds the more information you discovered.
“Are you going to make me come find you?” You swallowed the excess of saliva and resigned, stood up, and turned to find the huge snake man poised at the entrance of the underpass.
He was standing taller than what he really was, a tactic to intimidate his prey. His golden eyes glowed predatory in the shadows as he stood impossibly motionless. It was terrifying and creepy the way he didn’t move a single muscle except for the rising and falling of his chest and the undulating scales of his tale.
He was truly a predator, and you the prey he just caught.
“Ohh, if it isn’t my little playmate from the pen. Trying to move further up the corporate chain, are you little mouse?” Lighting fast, he lunged at you, and in a mess of limbs and scales, you found yourself held tightly in his coils. “Mmm, I wonder what they’ll do if they don’t find you inside your glass bubble. Do you think they’ll care?” Hisoka’s face came down to meet yours, so close you could feel his breath on your skin. He gave you a smug close lip smile with half-lidded eyes.
“What? Snake got your tongue” his tongue flickered your cheek, making you flinch. “You’re usually not so quiet; you know I don’t like it when things get boring” his voice took a numb and menacing drawl as he playfully smiled at your terrified face.
“I-'m sorry, Soka, you’re holding me a to-too tight… can’t breathe,” you gasped, chest constricting as the naga stroke an exaggerated thinking pose. His tail tightened on your form, and you felt the burning in your chest of trying to breathe but not getting enough air from each inhale.
“Mm, perhaps I am holding you too tight,” he said nonchalantly, looking like he was actually thinking it and not currently tightening his hold on you.
You hissed, trying to speak, but you couldn’t articulate anything except for short gasps.
Then his golden eyes glanced at your reddening and stressed form; he gave you a sardonic smile.
“Fair enough, little mouse” his tail let you go, and your knees trembled, knocking each other and making you fall to the ground on your hands and knees.
You breathed greedily, body shaking with tremors. As your vision focused, you saw his body moving towards the exit where you had left the intern.
“S-Soka noo,” you called out of breath. “Leave them alone.” The snake chuckled but continued moving towards the unconscious intern like a stubborn cat. Hisoka gripped the intern's hair pulling them closer to his chest and below his chin. He then pulled their head to the side, exposing the already bleeding wound you had tried to tend, and his mouth started opening in that grotesque way.
“They’ll sedate you!" you called, desperate to stop him. "You know that, right? Then we won’t be able to talk for a while” The snake stopped, mouth opened mid-bite, fangs gleaming from the faraway light. He smiled.
You knew how to play his “weaknesses” well.
“You’re not in a very fun mood today, little mouse. Oh well, I supposed we could still play together then” Hisoka dropped the man and picked you up by your waist, like a parent picking up a tempered child, and carried you towards his huge nest.
He coiled around himself and dropped you right in the middle.
“No-o, Hisoka, we have-have to return," You were struggling with your words after being deprived of air, head hurting and spinning. It was nauseating. "You have to take me back up.”
Hisoka only chuckled. His cold hand came down to pet your head, fingers combing through your hair as if he was calming a stressed pet. Then his hand seized your hair hard, tipping your head up as he bent down to get impossibly close to your face.
“You’re so noble,” he teased, eyes crinkling in delight. “You helped that stupid man get away from me, giving yourself up to buy time. How clever of you,” he murmured, voice husky and hurried like he couldn’t wait to get to the punch line.
You inhaled a startled breath, eyes looking into his amber ones. Why was everything suddenly swirling?
Your limbs were relaxing against your will, body slumping, and if it weren’t for Hisoka’s hold on your head, you would’ve probably landed on his chest.
“How incredibly stupid of you” your body stopped for a second. Whatever was happening before ceased. You went stiff in his hold. “You’re the one I wanted; let him die from his wounds in the corner. I preferred it just the two of us. Isn’t that more romantic, hmm?” Hisoka’s forehead rested on your own as he looked into your eyes.
Your lower lip trembled, and your eyes widened. “W-What?” You croaked through clenched teeth trying to sound demanding and authoritative.
Hisoka pulled away, biting his lip. “Oh, I could just eat you up, mmm I think I might,” without warning, and in true snake fashion, he lunged quickly at your neck, needle-like fangs biting into your shoulder.
You shrieked so loud it hurt your throat as your own scream echoed loudly inside the room, resounding in your ears. Hisoka’s other hand curled around your waist, pulling you closer to him. He relished the taste of your blood, letting out a muffled moan against the wound. His eyes glowed at the metallic flavor and the freshness of it. You felt like a glass of cold water after being given so many lukewarm drinks before.
Meanwhile, liquid fire started swimming and spreading through your veins, reaching every corner and setting it aflame.
You moaned at the sensation, skin prickling, hot and oversensitive. He retrieved his fangs with an audible pop, tongue slithering to lick the shell of your ear.
“That’s it, little mouse, give in,” he whispered tenderly, kissing the side of your face. Hisoka stopped gripping your hair, giving your neck a rest, and let you drop on top of his coils.
Your body twitched and twisted as the temperature rose and rose. It felt like you were being burned alive or held too close to the burning oven. Your hands went up to scratch at your skin, and try to take off the collar of your shirt.
You needed to flee.
You tried to turn your body, but he grasped both of your wrists in his huge hands. Pointy claws nipped at your skin, leaving accidental scratches as you wriggled in his grip.
“Oh no, no, no, where are you going, little mate? I thought we were going to play. Don’t you want to play with me? It’s awfully rude to break your promises.”
Hisoka smirked in victory. His vibrant eyes looked down at your unfocused ones and your gasping, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. He bent down, snatching your lips in a rough kiss. You tried to squirm away, but the burning inside murmured to just give in to him as his tongue explored your mouth. He felt pride looking at the string of saliva when he separated from you, panting into your gasping mouth; you were delightful. He took the opportunity to slash your top, the fabric hanging by your sides in tatters, exposing your bra and flesh.
The flesh he intended to savor in different ways.
Everything felt like too much, too bright even though the room was dark, so you closed your eyes, feeling the sensory overload engulf you. Yet his long wet tongue was unmistakable as he licked a stripe up your cheek.
“Don’t worry, little mouse, I’ll play nice. So why don’t you show me those beautiful (e/c) eyes? Come on, look into my eyes.” he cooed seductively, and you felt his body under you undulate and vibrate as it shifted around. His tail squeezed you harshly, making you open your eyes out of instinct and stare straight into his waiting ones.
“Such a good girl~” he moaned. “Why don’t you rest up a bit, sleep soundly. I’ll take good care of you" Hisoka nuzzled your cheek.
Everything went dark as the vignette covering the corners of your eyes finally started to consume you, but before you went away, you faintly heard him mumble against your cheek.
You’ll be a good mama. The best.
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The guard closed the door after you had trekked deeper into the enclosure. His higher-ups had ordered him to turn a blind eye in exchange for a big sum that had already been transferred into his account.
What you didn't know was how the scientists, in charge of Hisoka’s progress, were aghast when he had banged on the glass and asked them about the little mouse that scurried around the observation room and kept him company. He offered them a truce and promised they would make great progress if they could lure you inside for a closer look.
And as Hisoka’s moans echoed with abandon across the enclosure, they knew they would reap the benefits.
Being a demon turned by mistake, so you don’t have the pull to obey Muzan or understand the power dynamics. You just exist like this, and it made you sad to know your entire lineage has died of old age or whatnot. You survive by hunting down animals. Then there’s a knock on your wooden cabin, and Rengoku comes inside asking to stay inside but finds the place empty even though it’s well-lived in. You come back to your house by nightfall and see some light coming from it. You sigh tiredly. Perhaps it’s another drunkard looking to crash. You enter your cabin and find yourself at the pointy end of a sword. You gulp nervously, and once you look up to see him, a hashira, you drop down to your knees.
“I’m sorry, sir, this is my cabin; please make yourself comfortable. I’m at your service.”
Rengoku’s face faltered, and he raised a brow in confusion. He was certain you smelled like a demon, but you weren’t attacking him, and this was your cabin?
“My apologies, I simply was startled. I shall leave early in the morning.”
You stood. “Would you like me to make you something to eat?”
He chuckled and gave you a close-eye smile. “Please, if it isn’t too much trouble.”
Your eyes lighted with Joy like a child having permission to go outside and play.
“Wait here, please, I’ll return” you walked deeper into the cabin and he stiffened and his hands itched to reach his katana out of instinct, but you didn’t seem to notice as you passed him by gingerly and reached a bow and quiver.
His senses were confused, and his moral compass was going haywire. In his mind, he imagined you bringing a human for him to eat, and as you went outside with your bow and arrows, his hold on his katana tightened. But there was nothing in his gut telling him you were a threat, so against his better judgment, he sat calmly by the lit fire and waited.
Two hours had passed when you returned with a couple of rabbits, and after half an hour, you had cooked a fantastic stew. Every time you served him another bowl the man would just scream his delight.
“This is delicious! Another” you were truly amazed at how much he could eat without bursting, but you obeyed him, being unable to enjoy it yourself. Knowing it would be washed on you.
After he finished the entire pot of stew. You showed him to your tatami mat and brought him extra blankets.
“It’s rather cold here at night” you placed the folded blankets on the side of the mat and bowed, going to leave the small room.
“Where will you sleep, miss?” You eyed the sword lying close to the mat and swallowed audibly.
“Don’t worry about me, sir; I don’t sleep much,” you replied with a close eye smile and closed the shoji screen door behind you as you left.
After that night, Rengoku would pass by the place looking to meet with you every time.
“I brought bento!” He would offer you a box.
“Oh uh, I-I can’t eat it. I’m sorry, please, you have it” his eyes look down to your bow and the quiver of arrows on your back.
“Please be safe. Come back soon.”
The warnings made your heart warm, and a giddiness would invade your whole body. He would always tell you to catch the biggest one so you can stay healthy.
Then Rengoku keeps coming after missions, all bloody and beaten, asking you to help him. You would receive him with wide eyes and immediately turn around, body trembling and shaking hard as your senses told you to attack. But he placed his hand on your shoulder, and like water slowly coming down your head, the feral feeling fleeted away.
It was a test, obviously. If you had attacked, you were confident he would’ve killed you on the spot, never mind all the nights you both had spent together.
He had even stopped going to the butterfly estate to get fixed up. The fire hashira preferred your delicate yet callous hands to the nimble fingers of the girls at the estate. He would much rather have your cold skin yet warm eyes look at him with kindness than the warmth of the inns he would usually stay at. His fiery eyes would watch you cook him meals your grandmother and mother had taught you before age took their lives.
“My mother taught me, and her mother taught her,” You would tell him as you serve him the rice and more stew in the side “I used to love it. It was my favorite dish.”
“Then I will treasure it just as much!”
Rengoku saw how you mourned the sun and the daylight, unable to witness neither anymore. But in his mind, the moonlight suited you better. The way you would sit on the roof of the cabin and wat h the stars as you waited for him to show up, was an image he engraved in his mind.
“(Y/N)-San!” You would perk up and watch the hashira standing near the cabin, hands on his hips like a reprimanding father. “Come down! I have something for you.”
A kimono. Beautiful and silky. He had bought it right after he finished a mission. For a while, he wanted to begin courting you, but nothing seemed right for someone who had lived for so long. Rengoku was walking among the stalls when the fabric caught his eye. It was all kinds of blue as if the morning was still transitioning between the night. There was the moon and the stars, and as you look more, it would change to the sun and the clouds. He was sure that the moment you wore it, the transition would be more visible as you walked.
Your finger brushed the delicate designs, eyes almost watering at the fact that someone got you a gift.
“Rengoku-San,” your voice broke, “it’s been so long since I received such a gift.”
You gave him a closed eye smile, and his heart skipped a beat at the beauty of it. You were so beautiful, inside and out, demon and all.
From then on, every time he went on a mission, he would get you something, and each time, you would revere the object like it was the first time he had gifted something to you.
Then one night, he returned with a different kind of gift.
“My dear firefly, would you make me the happiest man” he was kneeling in front of you, grabbing your hand in his.
“I-I” you kneeled with him, and he was confused but still smiled. “I will never grow old, never wither; my life will continue even when you’re no longer by my side,” By the end, you were crying, “please don’t do this to me. I couldn’t bear the thought of losing you like I’ve lost everyone else.”
“I know,” he replied. His eyes looked at your joined hands, and he brought your knuckles to his lips, kissing them softly.
“That’s why I will treasure every moment I’m with you for as long as I live. We will find a cure, and you will be able to come out of the shadows, my beloved” he wiped your tears, his hand lingering and softly caressing your cheek.
You nodded, and he was ecstatic. He screamed much to your chagrin.
Rengoku fixed the leaky roof and the squeaky floorboards. After that, he started moving some of his things into your cabin. He planted a small garden for you, one you tended to every night to pass the time, and when they bared fruit and vegetables, you would cook for him. He knew no one would approve of your relationship, which is why you both married in secret, far away from the prying eyes of many.
The two of you made the cabin a true home, and when it was all done, he decided to bring Seojuro to meet you. His little brother was a bit scared, but all his fears melted away upon meeting you. The two of you became good friends.
And on the nights were you began to doubt if this marriage would even last, Rengoku would grab your waist and tenderly hold you close to his heart. Your head resting on his chest while his head nuzzled the side of your head. He would slowly sway the two of you, the screen door to the outside open, letting the moonlight in and combine with the lit fire from inside.
“There’s nothing to fear, my beloved wife. We will find a cure. Where would you like to go first once we do?”
He always knew how to take your mind off of things.
Then the Mugen train mission reached him, and he jumped at the opportunity to save people. That night before his mission, he spent it with you, wrapped around each other, mumbling and muttering about the future in hushed voices like lovers sharing a secret. He was as boisterous and passionate in bed as he was in front of others.
“Please be safe,” he chuckled, kissing your forehead.
“My adorable little wife worries,” Rengoku hugged you close and tight as if it were the last time he would see you. He muttered his vows in your ear, and you flushed at his promise of what was to come once he returned. “Don’t worry, my love, I’ll return”
You waited several days until they turned into a week. Sure, you were used to being alone, but Rengoku gave your life new meaning. Then the crow came cawing and flapping his wings outside your cabin. He perched himself on the balcony as you washed some dishes, and he told you the news.
The plate you had been washing was crushed in your hand. Splinters embedded into your skin and flesh as the crow left. Tears fell as you took in air, and a wail left your lips. Your wounds healed, and you sobbed and sobbed, kicking the bucket with the soapy water as it scattered out into the sun beyond your reach. That night, a single candle was lighted in front of a portrait of the two of you, drawn by someone from the market. There were no animal sounds in the forest; you had annihilated every little critter that moved and consumed them with equal rage and greed.
After his death, you were left heartbroken with the raging promise you’d kill the demon for what he’s done. But you knew it was pitiful at most, you were a weak demon, and Kyojuro wouldn’t want you to live bitterly for all eternity. So you breathed and welcomed his little brother with open arms every time he came by for tea and food.
Seojuro would tell you how their father was in better spirits and felt calmer as the months passed. He would also wipe your tears whenever you remember Rengoku.
As Seojuro left you before sunset, you waited for the night to hunt down your dinner. Your life has mostly gone back to what it was, except you kept taking care of the house and the garden, and that candle was always changed and lit.
At nightfall, you readied your bow and made sure you had enough arrows; you opened the shoji screen door that looked towards what you considered the backyard of the house. Looking at the picture of your husband, you gave him a smile and made your way out of the house.
“Ooh, so this is the scent that was clinging to his body like a second skin. Interesting,” a confident voice playfully called out.
The voice sent a chill up your spine, and you felt the environment change in a manner of seconds. The forest felt intruded upon. You couldn’t pinpoint where it was coming from, but you readied an arrow.
With a loud thud, someone landed behind you.
“Kyojuro certainly knew how to pick them. Pity, he was stubborn and not strong enough to endure his fate” the demon dashed towards you with speed surpassing even yours and grabbed your throat.
He cocked his head to the side. “Huh? You’re not even strong. Are you really a demon? Pathetic. Tell me, kitten, how many humans have you eaten?”
Offended and enraged at the mention of your husband’s name, you pried his hand away from your throat, ripping it off in the process and pushing him away. He was not impressed, but at least you weren’t completely defenseless.
“I don’t eat humans. Leave these woods and never come back” you ran to him but only kicked the spot where he used to be.
In turn, he kicked your chest and sent you flying away.
“You don’t eat humans? How are you even alive? No wonder you’re so weak.” Your claws grew, veins covered all of your body, and you slashed at him, but he dodged all of your attacks. “At this rate, this fight will just be boring.”
He sighed, and as you came at him, he dodged but elbowed you on the back with an insurmountable amount of strength that made the ground crack where you landed.
Black blood dripped from your lips as your healing took more time to get you up.
“Mmm, I suppose to the victor goes the spoils” your skin crawled, but you couldn’t bring yourself to move “after all, he did put up an amazing fight, but in the end, it was not meant to be” Akaza crouched beside your body brushing your hair away from your face and smugly smirking down at you.
“Don’t worry, lamb, I’ll be sure to take good care of you.”
And another one bites the dust! I still have one more from the trio, three guesses who that is ( ͡❛ ‿‿ ͡❛) But in the meantime i have some other imagines and hcs too!! I’m gonna be honest, I feel I’ve lost my touch when it comes to writing, so please be kind. Enjoy this sort of creepy rose tea!
Slytherin! The hat had barely touched Illumi’s jet black hair when it shouted what everyone already knew.
Illumi was a pure-blood coming from a very long line of important pureblood people and not to mention crazy rich. His huge manor had a gothic and Romanesque style, not to mention it was all painted in black and darker shades of green. They were proud Slytherins, the lot of them.
His family was well known for concocting poisons of all kinds for unsavory people or situations, all commissioned for a prize and guaranteed to work. Everyone wanted to befriend him just to be safe from his wrath and have a chance at importance. Nobody wanted to find themselves on the opposite end of his ire, having something lethal slipped into their morning pumpkin juice.
It was no surprise he excelled at all of his clases with a precision that told everyone he had already taken the course before even coming to school. But by far the most praised he received came from DADA (Defense Against the Dark Arts), and Potions.
Rumor has it he does the cruciatus curse nonverbally and for fun. He and his “followers” / bullies sometimes practice it behind closed doors on students who have crossed them.
He was perfect, but his flaw was his lack of emotions. Illumi rarely displayed something besides a sneer of disgust when mudbloods or annoying halfbloods got in his way. Even then, his face seemed incapable of showing anything else.
Still, his little brother was the only thing that got him to display some mild happiness. So different from him in all aspects, his little brother was a Gryffindor just because his best friend was one too. This fact irritated Illumi to no end, but there was nothing money couldn’t buy, including spies. Which was how he met you.
On a rainy evening you were covering your head with your cloak as you ran for the halls. Coming from the greenhouses as Herbology had finished, you ran into someone dropping your books. Already drenched and tired from the slight jog, you groaned and without even glancing upwards, you went to pick up the mess.
“Hey watch where you’re going, idiot?” His tone was very juvenile, and you could tell it was one of the first or second years.
“Killua that’s not nice” a boy kneeled bride you and helped you get the rest of the quills and ink bottles that weren’t broken. “He doesn’t mean it, he’s just grumpy his brother’s been stalking him all day.”
“Stop telling people, you idiot” Kill screamed comically at his friend, who in turn didn’t even flinched at him and smiled brightly at you.
“Thank you for that,” you chuckled at the dynamic both kids had, “If you don’t mind me asking, what’s all that about your brother stalking you? Does he go to Hogwarts?”
“Tch” Killua crossed his arms and huffed, not looking at you, meanwhile Got kept smiling at you “He does, he’s in Slytherin and is kind of mad that Killua is in Gryffindor.” Got scratched the back of his head.
“Ahh, well, I could give you a couple of spells that could help with that, if you want”
“I don’t want your help,” Killua said gruffly, but you could tell he was being bashful.
“We’ll take them, thank you so much”
“Well, let’s go to the great hall its sure you must be starving too” the three of you walked back down the hallway unaware of the eyes behind your backs “By the way, I’m (Y/N)”
“I’m Gon”
The three of you became fast friends, including his other friends from other houses, Kurapika and Leorio. In your honest opinion, you thought the two were neurotic parents when it came to Killua and Gon, which left you feeling like an older sister.
However, this is when things start going down the rabbit hole. As days passed hanging out with the group, you started feeling watched every time you were left alone. You had given Killua the spells for his little brotherly issue, but now you were feeling paranoid yourself.
Grabbing your things you said your goodbyes to your friends and head down to the library, that Arithmacy essay wouldn’t write itself. You were walking down the empty hallways, clutching the strap of your messenger weathered bag. The only sound was the footfalls of your steps and the flickering of the torches, but you could still feel someone was following you. You started walking faster until you reached the library doors and the dusty place never felt safer.
Picking a table you dropped your things, rolling out the bit of parchment and your ink and quill. You hadn’t even written down your name or the date when you felt the overwhelming pressure of someone right standing right behind you.
Slight beads of sweat rolled down your back as you gathered enough courage to look behind you. You weren’t given the opportunity as someone slammed their books in front of you, making you yelp and jump at the intrusion.
Your previous anxiety morphed into genuine ambers of fear when you saw who was sitting right in from you. Long black hair held in it graceful bun, Slytherin robes, uniform in impeccable state and expressionless eyes. This was the student everyone ran away from and his void eyes were looking straight at you. You visibly gulped, and you were contemplating whether his stare was him asking you to leave the table because he had arrived or something else entirely.
You cleared your throat and went to roll your parchment.
“Please do not leave on my accord, it would be rather rude” you gulped the excess of saliva pooling in your mouth at the sound of his voice. How could your throat feel dry yet your mouth full of your saliva?
Without mustering an answer you simply nodded eagerly and unrolled the parchment once more, opening your ink and dipping the quill into it.
Illumi seemed content that you were ignoring the suffocating aura he carried with him, and unrolled his own parchment getting to work on his own essay. After a couple of minutes working casually, you started to delve deeper into your work and completely ignored the boy in front of you.
“So, you are (Y/N)” his voice was emotionless and his eyes were glued to his work “I’ve heard many good things about you from the professors”
You looked up to him, but he still didn’t meet your eyes, his quill scratching against the parchment creating an elegant font. It made you quite embarrassed of your own handwriting.
“I-I wouldn’t say such a thing, I’m only an average student” he hummed nonchalantly.
“Is that so?” You couldn’t help the feeling that he was getting to the heart-dropping-to-your-stomach climax of the conversation “Such a pity”
“Sorry?” Why was it a pity? Was he mocking you for your humbleness? your brows scrunched up in confusion.
“Such a pity that you’re a mudblood” the word felt like a knife was thrusted into your heart tearing the sensitive tissue like it was wet paper.
You didn’t answer him, head tilted to the side looking at him in annoyance. Your lips wore a thin sardonic smile as you hummed in acknowledgment and somehow found it in you to keep writing your essay. This wasn’t the first time you heard the quip, and it wouldn’t be the last one, however every time you heard it, it only served to fuel the fire burning in your heart to show them all what you were capable go doing.
With a tired and disappointed sigh, Illumi placed his parchment aside waiting for the ink to dry before he rolled it. “How’s my little brother doing?” He asked out of nowhere and your heart grew two sizes too big for your chest as you choked on your spit.
“I…Don’t know who you’re talking about? I don’t believe I’ve met your brother” you dint look up from your parchment and keep scribbling away.
“Hmmm, funny, you’re all he talks about these days. I recall you giving him those spells that fateful day I lost track of him. Thank goodness for the fickle loyalty of others, otherwise I supposed we would’ve had this conversation far earlier than now and less calm too,” he commented as if he was looking at his nails and taking the bit of dirt under them.
“Killua” you muttered under your breath.
“So you do know him, I was beginning to worry your dirty blood was affection your brain and the ability to remember the simplest things. I suppose it’ll eventually happen given your status, but not now” You gritted your teeth but when your eyes met his soulless ones, you gulped, feeling small.
“I’ll ask this once, undo the spells and I’ll let you leave this library with no memory of ever having met me” Your skin crawled.
“A-and if I refuse” you were afraid of even speaking, but the fire in your heart also told you to stand up for the little kid who made you laugh and smile.
“Mmm, crucio” he didn’t have his wand out when he muttered the words like he was already done with you.
You sobbed and bit your hand in an attempt to not attract attention. A sinking feeling in your heart told you that calling for help would only make things worse for you and the poor soul. Your exhausted body slipped from the chair, feeling the currents of pain and landing in a heap on the floor.
“It’s not like I can’t undo the spells, but forcing them out of your stubborn mind would leave you a broken husk, and that would be counterproductive.”
Illumi kneeled down to your level, putting a piece of your hair behind your ear as he looked into your horrified eyes with his dark ones swirling with mirth. “I don’t want that. My brother has taken a liking to you, and it would be such a pity if a mudblood went missing in Hogwarts nonetheless” he gripped your cheeks, puffing them out in a mock-up kiss, and pulled your face closer to his “Undo. The. Spells” you whined.
“Go to hell,” you said with difficulty.
Illumi sighed and dropped you as he stood. He fetched his wand from his robes, and you jumped, grabbing your bag and taking cover behind the table. As the spell had fired and frizzled the papers and books behind you. You fetched your own wand and waited in the deafening silence. Your nerves were on edge as the environment had gone from bearable to run-for-your-life desperate. You didn’t want to look over the table, afraid he’d take the opportunity and leave you headless. There were enough headless ghosts already. With a silent breath, you crouched and ran into the bookshelves feeling the graze of his spells on your right arm. The stinging jinx almost burned through your robes as you scampered away and closer to the library entrance. Madam Pince wasn’t here, and you wished she wouldn’t have trusted you to come alone after curfew.
You eyed the exit but the fact that you couldn’t hear anything coming from behind you, told you this was a trap. You wished the wizarding world allowed cellphones into Hogwarts but alas. You breathed several times and ran towards the exit, as you were almost to the doors, you heard the magic crackling and turned in the nick of time to block the unsavory stunning spell. However, another one aimed much too fast hit you square in the chest, making you slowly drop to the floor.
Illumi came into view, his long hair no longer in a bun. He sighed tiredly and crouched down to you. Cold delicate fingers brushed your tears away, lingering to caress your cheek for a moment.
“Your kind never learns, but fret not. I’ll be sure to teach you manners. After all, pets need to be trained. Otherwise, they become unruly and will not tolerate unruly mutts in my chambers” he creepily smirked down at you, levitating your body to go behind him as he exited the library.
