Ollphéist is not a fan of clothes, but they usually don’t care much anyway.
Fun fact; Ollphéist’s tattoos change rather frequently but move slowly. Ollphéist also has a natural aura that crates a halo around them, many people have mistaken Ollphéist for an angel from Christianity due to the halo. Ollphéist has ten color cones, where humans only have three, their dual fused pupils allow for a wider view range along with the increased color perception.
The Zoldyck’s Omega (yandere!Zoldyck Fam x omega!Reader)
Warnings; Broody behavior, yandere, platonic and romantic yanderes, abo au, polyamorous relationship, visit from platonic yandere gramps, broody hen, aggressive behavior from omega, mention of past loss,
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“She’s been acting hostile for how long?”
“Several days now.”
“Odd, she seemed quite alright last time I spoke to her…”
Netero walked down the halls of the Zoldyck estate with Silva and Zeno, the two younger men relaying what information they could to the elder alpha. Based off of their descriptions, Netero had a feeling he knew what was plaguing his grandchild, but he wanted to be sure.
Given the rarity of omegas, it was only natural that the Zoldycks would call upon Netero any time new behavior began. There were no others they could go to who had similar experience in handling an omega like you, so when your behavior took a drastic shift they called upon Netero for help. In truth, they were actually quite concerned seeing as the new behavior being shown was primarily aggression towards them.
As they entered the room that housed the constructed nest, a low guttural growl greeted them. The sound was surprisingly intimidating despite the fact that the three men were all apex alphas and had nothing to truly fear from an omega. Deep within the nest which had been tucked away in the closet on the far side of the room, more low growls rumbled out.
You were in your nest and seemed to be absolutely livid that anyone dare to approach you, even your mates. It was rather confusing to your mates to have you snarl at them the way you were, used to you being affectionate towards them at all times. Truly, it concerned them because they did not want to lose you, especially when they had no idea what they did to anger you in such a way. The low snarl only gained volume and pitch, becoming a clear sound of warning, warning the alphas in your room of your deep burning aggression.
“(Y/n)-”
“Get out!”
“I just want-”
“Leave!”
“I-”
“Out! Now! Now! Now!”
Netero abided by your now frantic and snapping commands, ensuring the two alphas with him did the same and retreated from your space. The sound of your growling only quieting after they closed the door behind them.
Netero knew what was happening and why you were being so hostile about your nest towards everyone, he just needed to explain it to the assassins. He had seen such behavior before from his own omega mate back when he was young, he knew how jarring it was to experience. To enter your mate’s room fully expecting a greeting from an affectionate omega only to be greeted with snapping teeth and growls of hostility. The two alphas with him seemed to only be more stressed due to your actions, having honest concern about your sudden shift in temper towards them.
“She’s being broody.”
“What?”
“It is normal behavior for an omega to become broody at certain points throughout the year, especially after being in heat. Usually, this kind of behavior can be an indicator that an omega has pups, but it can also happen regardless of if the omega is pregnant or not. Seeing as she has had contraceptives up until now, it is unlikely she has pups, but she is still going through the motions of Brooding.”
“Why is she being aggressive towards us, though? I thought omegas were primarily reliant on their mates when they have pups.”
“Because, early in gestation and about a month after they are born, pups are extremely fragile. They cannot regulate body heat and are completely defenseless early on, meaning they need to be protected and kept warm. As an omega, she is instinctually compelled to be a good parent, so her hormones are telling her that she needs to warm her nest and that everyone who comes near is a threat- even her mates- because of this fragility.”
“But we’re fairly sure she doesn’t have pups, so why is she acting this way?”
“Pups or not, her brain is set to brood and be broody. She should snap out of it in a few weeks when her body continues the cycle of hormones or until she has a whelping den and bears her pups. If this temper of hers lasts for more than two weeks, you have near indisputable confirmation that she is pregnant with pups. If that is the case, she will need a whelping den to fully feel secure and begin accepting help from her mates again. Typically an omega seeks a whelping den that meets their requirements of safety, but it is often easier to set up the beginnings of a den and let her do the rest. Omegas that are Brooding do not typically eat or leave their nest much, only breaking this willful starvation after settling into a whelping den.”
“Would it be better to put her in a whelping den now?”
“No. If she does have pups, it would be fine, but if she doesn’t have pups she will begin to believe she somehow lost them and will search until she finds pups to Brood over. A whelping den- to an omega- means they should have pups soon, no matter what, and when those pups they believe they are going to have don’t come, they become feral and distraught. She will likely go as far as to leave her mates completely until she finds a pup to kidnap and raise.”
“Got it. No whelping den unless we confirm she has pups.”
Zeno sighed, noticing his somewhat louder tone had resulted in more snarls from within your room. You couldn’t see them but you could hear them and that stimulation alone set you into a snarling fit.
“How do you know all of this? Of course, you know some from raising (y/n), but even then, you speak as if from experience.”
“Because I had an omega of my own, once. But when I had my omega, I knew next to nothing about caring for or protecting one and I refused to ask anyone for help. I made every mistake I now warn you of… And my mistakes cost me the life of my mate. We had one litter of pups and only one survived, my son. He went on to be much like me, but I always hoped he would be better than me. Eventually he wound up at my door with a tiny whimpering and wailing bundle, burned out by grief and set on revenge, he couldn’t care for an omega pup and train. So I raised her instead, and I’m hoping she is better than both he and I could ever be, and I will do all I can to keep history from repeating itself.”
A quiet silence hung in the air, the two Zoldycks having never known the full extent of what Netero had gone through in his life. Maha spoke rarely of it and even then would insist it is not his story to tell. If they wanted to know, they would have to ask Netero themselves and they were far too polite to do that.
Now they understood Netero spoke from experience and had seen what happens to an omega that is treated too callously. No doubt he had loved his omega, he just didn’t know how to properly protect them and as a result lost his omega.
The thought was a truly depressing one and carried surprising weight with the Zoldycks who worried what they would do if they lost you. It was painful to think about with any seriousness as you had caused such a drastic shift in behavior within the Zoldyck family, losing you would make the family collapse. They survived without you before, but they doubted they could go back to living that way again.
It was obvious that they would easily do whatever it took to keep you happy and with them. Whatever it took.
Note: No Underage Characters. Characters in NSFW situations are aged up to 18+ or already 18+ Also, Minors, do not interact.
NOTE 2: I am only up to June 2021 In adding things to this, I will add more later. From start of Blog to June 2021 Anything beyond is not yet on here.
HunterxHunter
Little Spider:
Yan!Chrollo x Fem!Reader Reader Kidnapped
Yan!Chrollo x Fem!Reader Baby Spider First Word
Yan!Chrollo x Fem!Reader Kurapika Meets Reader
Yan!Chrollo x Fem!Reader Dragon and His Princess
Yan!Chrollo x Fem!Reader First Introduction pt 1 NSFW
Yan!Chrollo x Fem!Reader First Introduction pt 2 NSFW
Yan!Chrollo x Fem!Reader First Introduction pt 3 NSFW (NC/DC)
Yan!Chrollo x Fem!Reader Opinion of Reader HC NSFW
Yan!Chrollo x Fem!Reader Narcolepsy HC
Yan!Chrollo x Fem!Reader Pregnant HC
Yan!Chrollo x Fem!Reader General Baby Spider HC
Yan!Chrollo x Fem!Reader Reader And Baby Spider Missing HC
Yan!Chrollo x Fem!Reader Baby Spider’s Fav Phantom HC
Yan!Chrollo x Fem!Reader Is Reader A Spider? HC
Yan!Chrollo x Fem!Reader Other Darlings? HC
Yan!Chrollo x Fem!Reader Ignore Chrollo HC
Yan!Chrollo x Fem!Reader Hisoka and Baby Spider? HC
Yan!Chrollo x Fem!Reader Bad Baby Spider HC
Yan!Chrollo x Fem!Reader Birth HC
Yan!Chrollo x Fem!Reader Sad Little Spider HC
Yan!Chrollo x Fem!Reader Chrollo and Baby Spider HC
Yan!Chrollo x Fem!Reader Depressed HC
Yan!Chrollo x Fem!Reader Cute Baby Spider? HC
Yan!Chrollo x Fem!Reader Troll Baby Spider HC
Yan!Chrollo x Fem!Reader Reader Turned Child HC
Yan!Chrollo x Fem!Reader Attacked By Other HC
Yan!Chrollo x Fem!Reader Another Baby? HC
Yan!Chrollo x Fem!Reader Sleepover HC
Yan!Chrollo x Fem!Reader Baby Spider vs Chrollo HC
Yan!Chrollo x Fem!Reader Beach Day HC
Yan!Chrollo x Fem!Reader Clothing Kink NSFW HC
Yan!Chrollo X Fem!Reader Does Baby Spider’s Gender Impact Chrollo? HC
28 Years:
Yan!Silva x Fem!Reader NSFW (NC) 1
Yan!Silva x Fem!Reader NSFW (NC) 2
Yan!Silva x Fem!Reader NSFW (NC) 3
1st pregnancy- Yan!Silva x Fem!Reader Mild NSFW
2nd Pregnancy- Yan!Silva x Fem!Reader NSFW (DC)
3rd Pregnancy- Yan!Silva x Fem!Reader NSFW
4th Pregnancy- Yan!Silva x Fem!Reader
5th Pregnancy- Yan!Silva x Fem!Reader
Reader’s Past
Yan!Silva x Fem!Reader Slap Silva’s Ass
Yan!Silva x Fem!Reader Main Characters Meet Reader
Yan!Silva x Fem!Reader Kidnapped Reader
Yan!Silva x Fem!Reader Lingerie NSFW
Yan!Silva x Fem!Reader Soft HC
Yan!Silva x Fem!Reader Ask For Something NSFW
Yan!Silva x Fem!Reader Cravings fluff
Yan!Silva x Fem!Reader Morning NSFW
Yan!Silva x Fem!Reader Send Killua Away NSFW (DC)
Yan!Silva x Fem!Reader Shower/Dom NSFW
Yan!Silva x Fem!Reader Jealous Silva NSFW
Yan!Silva x Fem!Reader Squirt NSFW FIC/HC
Yan!Silva x Fem!Reader Fair? HC
Yan!Silva x Fem!Reader Communication NSFW HC
Yan!Silva x Fem!Reader Conversations HC
Yan!Silva x Fem!Reader Kikyo and Reader HC
Yan!Silva x Fem!Reader Clingy HC
Yan!Silva x Fem!Reader Period NSFW HC
Yan!Silva x Fem!Reader Family Game Night HC
Yan!Silva x Fem!Reader Videogames? HC
Yan!Silva x Fem!Reader Zeno Company? HC
Yan!Silva X Fem!Reader Body Swap NSFW HC
Yan!Silva x Fem!Reader Killua and Reader Swap HC
Yan!Silva x Fem!Reader Zeno/Maha React HC
Yan!Silva x Fem!Reader If Reader Dies HC
Yan!Silva x Fem!Reader If Reader Dies Kids React HC
Yan!Silva x Fem!Reader Phantom Troupe? HC
Yan!Silva x Fem!Reader Turned Child Reader HC
Yan!Silva x Fem!Reader Reader Rejects HC
Yan!Silva x Fem!Reader Long Mission HC
Yan!Silva x Fem!Reader If Reader Escapes HC
Yan!Silva x Fem!Reader Baby Killua HC
Yan!Silva x Fem!Reader Killua Complications HC
Yan!Silva x Fem!Reader Lovies HC
Yan!Silva x Reader Reader Turns Into A Male HC
Yan!Silva x Fem!Reader If Reader Yandere HC
Yan!Silva x Fem!Reader Hair HC
Yan!Silva x Fem!Reader Hair 2 HC
Yan!Silva x Fem!Reader Anniversary HC
Yan!Silva x Fem!Reader If Child Looks Like Reader HC
Yan!Silva x Fem!Reader- Reader Turns Into Infant HC
Yan!Silva x Fem!Reader Silva Turned Into Child HC
Yan!Silva x Fem!Reader Does Zeno Appreciate Reader? HC
Yan!Silva x Fem!Reader Reader Birthday? HC
Yan!Silva x Fem!reader Motherly w/ Illumi HC
Yan!Silva x Fem!Reader Baby Girl HC
Yan!Silva x Fem!Reader Pet Names HC
Yan!Silva x Fem!Reader If Reader Is POC HC
Yan!Silva x Fem!Reader Handsome Characters HC
Yan!Silva x Fem!Reader Custom Silva Avatars HC
Yan!Silva x Fem!Reader Outside HC
Yan!Silva x Fem!Reader Reader Is Needy NSFW HC
Yeet
Yeet 2
Broken
Need Therapy?
Manifesting Rage:
Platonic!Yan!Gon x Motherly!Reader x Platonic!Yan!Killua HC Platonic!Yan!Gon x Motherly!Reader x Platonic!Yan!Killua 2 HC Platonic!Yan!Gon x Motherly!Reader x Platonic!Yan!Killua
Bunny:
Yan!Adult-Trio x Ch!Fem!Gentle!Reader NSFW (NC/DC)
Yan!Adult-Trio x Ch!Fem!Gentle!Reader NSFW
Yan!Adult-Trio x Ch!Fem!Gentle!Reader NSFW
Yan!Adult-Trio x Ch!Fem!Gentle!Reader Monsterverse HC
Web Of Desire (Spin off of Little Spider):
Yan!Hisoka x Narcoleptic!Reader NSFW (NC)
Yan!Hisoka x Narcoleptic!Reader Pt 2
Yan!Hisoka x Narcoleptic!Reader pt 3
Chrollo Finds Out HC
Phantom Troupe:
Motherly Reader Platonic HC
Machi
Futa!Nymph!Yan!Machi x Fem!Reader NSFW HC
Feitan
Vampire!Yan!Feitan x Fem!Reader HC Yan!Feitan A
Uvogin
Beauty and The Beast- Yan!Uvogin x Fem!Reaer NSFW Centaur!Yan!Uvogin x Reader Stalking HC
Chrollo:
Chrollo x Fem!Reader Fluff Payback - Yan!Chrollo x Fem!Reader NSFW (NC) Tied up- Yan!Drider!Chrollo x Fem!Reader NSFW (NC) Yan!Chrollo x Thief!Reader HC Yan!Chrollo x Kurta!Reader HC Vampire!Yan!Chrollo x Fem!Reader NSFW HC Drider!Yan!Chrollo x Reader HC Incubus!Yan!Chrollo x Fem!Reader NSFW HC Demon!Yan!Chrollo x Reader Accidental Summon HC Vampire!Yan!Chrollo x Reader NSFW HC Drider!Yan!Chrollo x Reader Mini HC Yan!Chrollo x Fem!Reader NSFW warming HC Yan!Chrollo x Fem!Reader Honeymoon HC Yan!Chrollo Q, I, L Yan!Chrollo x Fem!Reader Micromanage HC Yan!Chrollo x Fem!Reader Yan!Chrollo x Clingy!Fem!Reader HC Empathic Hearts- Yan!Chrollo x Fem!Empath!Reader pt 1
Hisoka:
Hisoka X Fem!Reader NSFW Yan!Hisoka x Fem!Reader HC Incubus!Yan!Hisoka x Fem!Reader HC NSFW Yan!Hisoka x Fem!Reader HC Halloween Makeup Drider!Yan!Hisoka x Fem!Reader NSFW HC
Zoldycks:
Zeno:
Dove- Yan!Zeno x Fem!Reader NSFW (NC) Yan!Zeno x GN!Reader General HC
Silva:
General HC Yan!Silva x Fem!Reader NSFW Jealous Reader- Yan!Silva x Fem!Reader HC Reader Uses Alluka- Yan!Silva x Fem!Reader HC Manipulative Reader- Yan!Silva x Fem!Reader HC Wearing His Clothes- Yan!Silva x Fem!Reader HC Non-Yandere Silva x Fem!Reader HC Kikyo vs New Darling- Yan!Silva x Reader HC Werewolf!Yan!Silva x Fem!Reader Kinda HC/Fic Werewolf!Yan!Silva x Fem!Reader 2 Werewolf!Yan!Silva x Cat-Demon!Fem!Reader NSFW HC Wendigo!Yan!Silva x Reader HC Mershark!Yan!Silva x Fem!Reader HC Yan!Silva x Fem!Reader Falling For Illumi’s S/O NSFW HC
Milluki:
Yan!Milluki x Neko!Reader HC
Illumi:
Mine- Yan!Illumi x Fem!Reader NSFW (NC) 1 Mine - Yandere! Illumi x Reader NSFW (NC) Part 2 Big Bad Wolf- Yan!Illumi x Fem!Ch!Reader Mine Forever - Yan!Illumi x Fem!Reader NSFW (NC) Guardian Angel!Yan!Illumi x Fem!Reader HC Yan!Illumi x Fem!Reader HC Fluff Yan!Illumi x Fem!Reader HC Stalking Mild NSFW HC Wendigo!Yan!Illumi x Fem!Reader HC Incubus!Yan!Illumi x Fem!Reader NSFW HC
Chimera Ants:
Meruem:
Yan!Meruem x Human!Reader HC Yan!Meruem x Human!Energetic!Reader HC
Royal Guard
Yan!Royal Guard x Reader HC
Other:
Adult Trio:
Yan!Trio x Fem!Reader Sick HC Yan!Trio x Fem!Reader Trick-or-Treating HC
Kurapika:
Yan!Kurapika x Petite!Kurta!Reader HC Yan!Kurapika x Kurta!Fem!Reader Pregnancy HC Yan!Kurapika x Fem!Reader Breeding NSFW (NC)
Boku No Hero Academia
All-Might:
I Ship Them- All Might x Fem!Reader Fluff
Aizawa:
As You Wish- Yan!Aizawa x Clueless!Fem!Reader Fluff Yan!Aizawa x Fem!Pregnant!Reader HC Yan!Aizawa x Fem!Reader NSFW HC Drider!Yan!Aizawa x Fem!Reader NSFW HC
Midoriya:
Forever~ Yan!Midoriya x Fem!Reader NSFW Escape Attempt- Yan!Midoriya x Reader HC
Enji Todoroki:
Mounting- Yan!Centaur!Enji x Human!Fem!Reader NSFW (NC)
Blue Exorcist
Mephisto:
Yan!Mephisto x Fem!Defiant!Reader NSFW HC Yan!Mephisto x Fem!Reader Self-Depreciating NSFW HC Yan!Mephisto x Fem!Reader HC Mortality Yan!Mephisto x Fem!Reader HC Angry Reader Yan!Mephisto x Lechuza!Fem!Reader HC Yan!Mephisto x Fem!Reader Quarantine HC Yan!Mephisto x Fem!Reader Jealous Mephisto HC Yan!Mephisto x Fem!DarkFairy!Reader HC Yan!Mephisto x Clingy!Fem!Reader HC Fluff Yan!Mephisto x Fem!Vampire!Reader HC Yan!Mephisto x Fem!Reader Ignored HC Yan!Mephisto x Fem!Reader Joking Divorce HC Yan!Mephisto x Fem!Reader Children HC Yan!Mephisto x Fem!Reader Mephy Acts Sick HC Yan!Mephisto x Fem!Reader Flirted With HC Yan!Mephisto x Fem!Reader Period NSFW HC Yan!Mephisto x Fem!Reader Fight HC Yan!Mephisto x Fem!Reader Playboy Magazine HC Yan!Mephisto x Fem!Reader Kidnapping HC Yan!Mephisto x Fem!Reader NSFW HC Yan!Mephisto x Fem!Reader Stalking HC Yan!Mephisto x Fem!Reader Overprotective Stalker HC Yan!Mephisto x Fem!Reader Pregnant HC Yan!Mephisto x Fem!Reader Virgin Reader NSFW HC Yan!Mephisto x Ch!GN!Reader HC
Amaimon:
Yan!Amaimon x Fem!Reader NSFW HC Yan!Amaimon x Fem!Reader HC Fluff Yan!Amaimon x Fem!Reader HC Mortality
Demon Slayer
Demons:
Muzan:
Porcelain Queen- Yan!Muzan x Fem!Innocent!Fragile!Reader My Mate- Yan!Muzan x Fem!Reader NSFW (NC) Stolen Sunlight- Yan!Muzan x Fem!Reader NSFW (NC) Yan!Muzan x Angel!Reader HC
Slayers:
Sanemi:
Yan!Sanemi x GN!Reader HC
Nezuko:
Family- Nezuko x Motherly!Reader Plat Fluff
Inouske:
Love? - Inosuke x Fem!Reader fluff
Owari No Seraph
Crowley:
Drink- Crowley x Fem!Human!Reader NSFW (DC)
Ferid:
Yan!Ferid x Naive!Human!Reader HC
Inuyasha
Sesshomaru:
Mate - Heat/Rut!Sesshomaru x Fem!Demon!Reader (DC)NSFW Mate pt 2 NSFW Yan!Sesshomaru x Fem!Demon!Reader Fluffy Pups HC Yan!Sesshomaru x Fem!Demon!Reader Pregnancy HC Yan!Sesshomaru x Fem!Demon!Reader Pups 2 HC Yan!Sesshomaru x Fem!Demon!Reader Fluff 2 HC Yan!Sesshomaru I, J, L, N, O
Attack On Titan
Mikasa:
The Wall - Futa!Mikasa x Short!Male!Reader NSFW (NC)
Xiaolin Showdown:
Chase Young:
Yan!Chase x Fem!Reader HC Yan!Chase x Fem!Reader Cuddle HC Yan!Chase x Fem!Reader NSFW HC Yan!Chase x Fem!Reader Angry Reader HC
Naruto
Tsunade:
Working Overtime- Tsunade x Fem!Reader NSFW Return- Tsunade x Male!Uchiha!Reader NSFW
Kurenai:
Unwind - Dom!Kurenai x Shy!Male!Reader NSFW
DBZ
Zen-oh-sama
Platonic!Yandere!Zen-oh x Motherly!Reader HC
Frieza:
Only Mine- Yan!Frieza x Ch!Human!Reader NSFW (NC) Yan!Frieza x Human!Reader Pregnant HC
Beerus:
Cuddle Time- Beerus x Fem!Ch!Reader NSFW
Daishinkan/Grand Priest:
Playing House- Daishinkan x Fem!Reader NSFW Yan!Daishinkan x Fem!Reader General HC Yan!Daishinkan x Fem!Reader General 2 HC Yan!Daishinkan x Fem!Reader Pregnancy HC
Goku:
Yan!Goku x Reader General HC Yan!Goku x Reader NSFW HC Yan!Goku x Saiyan!Reader HC NSFW
One Punch Man
Saitama:
My Hero- Saitama x Reader NSFW Yan!Saitama x Reader General HC Vampire!Yan!Saitama x Fem!Reader HC Yan!Saitama G, I, O, N
One Piece
Mihawk:
Dove- Yandere!Mihawk x Fem!Reader fluff
Luffy:
Cannon Luffy Is A Platonic Yandere
Zoro:
Yan!Zoro x Fem!Reader Walked In On NSFW HC
Doflamingo:
Platonic Parental Yan!Doflamingo x Child!Reader HC General Yandere Doflamingo HC NSFW
Death Note:
L:
Yan!L x Fem!Reader General HC
Light:
Yan!Light x Reader HC Angel- Yan!Light x Fem!Reader NSFW (NC) Yan!Light x Fem!Reader NSFW HC Yan!Light K, I, R, A
Bleach:
Aizen:
Wolf Among Sheep- Yan!Aizen x Fem!Reader NSFW
Kenpachi:
Lazy Day- Kenpachi x Fem!Reader Fluff
Hellsing
Allucard:
Yan!Allucard x Fem!Reader AUish HC Yan!Allucard x Fem!Reader NSFW Yan!Allucard x Fem!Reader NSFW Warming HC
Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood
Winry:
Twitchy- Dominant!Winry x Shy!Male!Reader
Yu-Gi-Oh
Atem:
Servant’s Loyalty- Atem x Male!Reader X Akefia NSFW
Mandalorian:
Mando:
The Mandalorian, The Child… The Stowaway?
Dark Pictures Anthology
Curator:
Yan!Curator x Fem!Reader Fic
Hannibal
Hannibal:
Yan!Hannibal x Drugged!Fem!Reader NSFW Angel in Black- Yan!Hannibal x Fem!Reader NSFW (NC)
My Things
My Yandere Ocs:
All/2+:
Introducing My Yandere OC Men Yan OC Men Typical Darling? Male OCs General HC Male OCs Supernatural Creatures? HC Male OCs Conditions From Reader HC M/F Yan OCs How Meet? HC Male OCs How Propose? HC Male OCs Pregnant Reader HC Male OCs Interloper Arrives HC Male OCs Darling Can’t Cook HC Male OCs Main Kinks NSFW HC Male OCs Tictok Reader HC Male OCs Reader in Bikini HC Male OCs Athletic Reader HC Male OCs Playing With Their Hair HC Male OCs First Time Together NSFW HC Male OCs Makeup? HC Male OCs Walked In On During NSFW HC Male OCs Caught Jerking NSFW HC Male OCs Innocent Reader Reading NSFW HC Male OCs Fluff HC Male OCs Ideal Date HC Male OCs First Drafts Introducing My Yandere OC Women M/F Yan OCs Rival Flirting With Reader HC M/F Yan OCs Reader Gets Hit HC
Walter Woods:
Evan Rothchester:
Yan!Evan x Reader Kinks 1 NSFW HC Yan!Evan x Reader Kinks 2 NSFW HC Yan!Evan x Male!Reader HC Yan!Evan x Chubby!Reader HC Yan!Evan x Petite!Reader HC Yan!Evan x Reader Competition HC Yan!Evan x Reader Feeding Kink NSFW HC Yan!Evan x Chubby!Reader Lose Weight? HC Yan!Evan x Reader Phone? HC Yan!Evan x Reader Collar HC Yan!Evan D, I, R Yan!Evan F, G, J, M Yan!Evan D, G, H, L Yan!Evan x Fem!Reader Fluff
Carlos Vargas:
Yan!Carlos x Reader Jealous HC Yan!Carlos x Reader Reader Flees HC Yan!Carlos x Reader Top Kinks NSFW HC Yan!Carlos x Reader Top Kinks 2 NSFW HC Yan!Carlos A, J, K, Q Yan!Carlos A, E, F, L, O
Jackson Locklear:
Yan!Jackson x Reader Jealous HC Yan!Jackson x Reader Top Kinks NSFW HC Yan!Jackson x Reader Top Kinks 2 NSFW HC Yan!Jackson x Petite!Reader HC Yan!Jackson A, E, J, L Yan!Jackson, A, G, I Yan!Jackson x Fem!Reader fluff HC Yan!Jackson x Fem!Dom!Reader NSFW HC
How Many Hours Should I Sleep? Life With Narcolepsy Zombie Fish? Longest Sleep? My Kitties Fav Food/ Drink
Drawings:
Dumpster Dumpster Cake Agapito Followers? Reduction Rare Fics Sekrits My Cats as Simon’s Cat Fluffy Dragon? Lia Pride Fawns Monster!Yan!Adult-Trio x Bunny!Reader Fakemon Mephisto Tail Black Pearl Alexandrite Tanzanite Opal Lady Dimitrescu
Fan Stuff!
Art:
28 Years Chibi!Reader
Fan Submissions:
Baby Spider POV Thoughts of A New Zoldyck Butler Bunny Can Cook
Night and Day- pt. 3 (Yandere!Chrollo x Autistic!Reader)
Part three for y'all. Remember, this is based off of my own experiences with Autism and living Nurodivergent with chronic illnesses (mental and physical). This may not be exact to the experiences others have had.
Warnings; Yandere and all that comes with it, Chrollo and all that comes with him (including but not limited to; stealing, murder, blood, narcissism, smart ass, casual indiscriminate slaughter), autistic reader, female bodied and pronouned reader, slight infantilism, any negative comments said have been said to or about me so it is as accurate as I can make it, word ‘retard’ is used against reader, reader clap-back, NSFW, anxiety for something new is rough, Chrollo can be very patient when it means he gets something, mention of pregnancy, slight breeding kink, slight corruption kink, praise kink,
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Nen was such an unusual and unique thing. So many different expressions of nen that a person can learn and so many that still have to be created. Something so fluid in motion that it can change as the wielder changes in their life. It is present in everyone but so few can use nen and even fewer have perfected the craft.
So it came as an honest surprise to Chrollo when he realized just what your Nen actually did. He discovered the abilities of your Nen the same time you did due to a completely random occurrence where your newly awoken nen actually showed itself and the sheer power it had. You hadn’t even tried to use an ability at the time, but that didn’t stop it from happening and it was surprising for everyone else around you as well.
It was at least a month after that initial rocky introduction to your soulmate and you felt more relaxed around him as each day passed. Not once had he tried to 'correct’ any of your subconscious behaviors or to shush you when you got a bit carried away while talking to him. He still had yet to find any true predictable pattern to your brain, but he was becoming more used to you and the general way you thought about the things around you.
Sometimes he would stop reading his book to ask you what things you could hear or what happened to be on your mind at any given time. The Troupe began to learn more than they thought possible from these random times Chrollo would have you list off the things that caught your attention. They began to realize the scope of your attention radius on the world around you, the little things you noticed and remarked on, things that they didn’t even realize they did that you would pick up on.
You were a spectator to almost everything that was around you yet you could also easily miss something near you due to so intensely listening to the world farther away from you. They even picked up on how much you would mirror them during conversations, matching certain behaviors and taking note of responses they typically gave. If pointed out, you immediately stop the behavior and close up mentally, retreating into the quiet social shell that you created and giving short responses until you opened back up.
It also became increasingly clear to the troupe that any time you would curl back into that shell, Chrollo would be irate with whoever caused it. They knew their beloved leader was trying to break you- his one and only soulmate- from that societal yoke and any negative progress was met with ire. The Troupe was significantly lacking in that learned obedient behavior due to growing up in Meteor City while having to fend for themselves, so they really hadn’t realized the way you internalized every response and planned yourself accordingly. You grew up with this social curve of action and response, not even on the same curve as your peers so you took many things quite seriously and personally in an attempt at playing catch up.
The Troupe knew how to act semi-normal in a typical setting, but they had the advantage of just knowing how to act. It became increasingly obvious that you did indeed have a specifically crafted mirror of a personality that you used to primarily avoid conflict or others. That crafted personality made them want to know what it was that lay beneath and what the true unshackled you would be capable of.
It was partially what led to your Nen lashing out.
You hadn’t meant to, not really. But you were having a less than talkative moment, staring at nothing in particular and generally just existing in your own brain while your body remained idle when it happened.
You had been among Chrollo and the other Spiders when some group of thugs decided they wanted to ransack the place. Their hollering and shouts at the Troupe served as a less than gentle way to pull you back into reality, feeling your panic engulf you with every shout. Though the troupe wasn’t bothered in the slightest when the men drew their guns, your brain kicked you into both freezing up and lashing out.
Physically you did not move, but regarding your nen, the world morphed around you and bent to your anxieties. The decorative statues became animated and fiercely protective of you, the very building you sat in groaning to life in order to deal with the men that you felt so terrified of. Doors slammed shut and the men quickly became the ones who were trapped instead of the other way around.
Pillars moved, rooms changed, furniture came to life and sought only the deaths of the men responsible for your stress. The main downside was the fact that you unintentionally closed yourself off, the building itself hiding you away. It took Chrollo several hours to find you tucked away in the heart of the living building, cowering and trying to block out the unfamiliar sounds that thundered around you far too loudly.
He managed to calm you with his relaxed tone and steady heart-beat, letting you curl against his chest and hide from the chaos you unintentionally created. As you calmed the building returned to its former self, releasing those inside from the trap it had become. The Troupe wanted to know just how you did what you did, knowing the limitations of Nen and how a few of the oddities they encountered didn’t follow basic Nen laws. You were exhausted and unable to answer the questions they had, falling asleep in the comforting arms of Chrollo as he held you close.
That day, you learned many truths about not only yourself but about the fact that you had rather aggressive Nen. Your Nen quite literally changed the world around you. Chrollo believed it to be an illusion at first, but after searching the living building he began to realize the sheer effect your Nen had on the world around you. He wanted to test the capabilities of your Nen and see all it was able to do, but it became quickly apparent that your Nen was linked to your stress; the more stressed you were, the stronger you Nen became.
To Chrollo, learning the extent of your Nen was not worth the stress it would put you through, not to mention the amount of stress you had to be in for it to even manifest properly.
For now, Chrollo allowed your Nen to remain an enigma. He would work more on it with you later, but his primary goal at that moment was to gently extract you from your social shell, all without distressing you too much.
Now you sat on his lap, quietly tapping some unknown beat on his arm as he read his book. Chrollo figured you could use some time outside and so he brought you to a rather quiet park and settled on a bench with you. He was quite content to relax with you when an obnoxious voice drew his attention from his book.
“Hey there, handsome.”
He glanced up to see a woman who was adorned with gemstones and wore a lipstick shade that was obnoxiously bright for her complexion. She clearly didn’t care that he was obviously interested in his book and you were seated on his lap. In fact, she looked at you the way one would look at something detestable writhing on filth.
“How about you ditch the spaz and let me show you a real woman?”
You slightly flinched at the harsh words, the soft tapping of your fingers stopping almost immediately. It was clear you were uncomfortable, but you tried to ignore the woman and look anywhere except for at her.
“I have a real woman already.”
“Oh, please. It’s cute that you’re being so nice to a retard but-”
Chrollo had enough of the woman squawking and insulting you, moving to silence the annoyance before you spoke, your voice dripping with venom.
“And yet, he still wants this 'retard’ more than he wants you.”
“Ugh, why do you think you can even speak to me-?”
“I’m not speaking to you. I am speaking at you. To imply I am talking to you would mean you have any awareness of the world around you when it is obvious you can only see your own nose, despite how deeply buried in your ass it is.”
Even with the situation, Chrollo wanted to laugh. Here this random woman was with her mouth hanging open like a fish as if she couldn’t understand that you were capable of talking and had insulted her. He almost wanted to just let the scene play out, so pleased you could hiss out insults the way you did when you usually would close up.
“Wh-”
“Just stop talking.”
“You can’t say that to me!”
“But you can say it to me?”
“Of course I can! Retards don’t understand-”
“What I don’t understand in this situation is why you’re still here. Are you that desperate for approval that you think you can bother a couple who want not a damn thing to do with you? Or is it you’re so used to getting what you want your spoiled ass can’t comprehend the idea of someone telling you to fuck off?”
“I-”
As amusing as Chrollo found the exchange, he was already at the end of his patience with the woman. His movements were so fast neither you nor the woman realized he had done anything before she was falling to the ground dead, a ballpoint pen sticking out of her forehead. Naturally, seeing a person rather suddenly die made your anxieties raise, even though the perpetrator was the very same man who held you so carefully on his lap.
“Why did-?”
“I do appreciate you snapping at that woman for her actions, it is quite refreshing to see you not shy away from conflict like you typically do. However, I didn’t appreciate the way she spoke to you and the way she spoke about you.”
“But did she need to die?”
“Oh, my love, you are such a sweet person. You try so hard to be kind to others and to avoid arguing…” Chrollo chuckled softly as if he had told a joke, “I’ve killed more people over less.”
He hummed and kissed your temple gently, seeming to wrap himself around you as best he could. Everything about the two of you seemed so polar opposite, it was amusing to Chrollo to know just how similar yet different you were from one another.
“Be as gentle as you want, love. You may be hesitant to snap at them, but I will happily kill them for you.”
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“I don’t know, Chrollo… I’ve never- I haven’t-”
“I know. How fortunate I am in the perfect position to teach you.”
“I don’t want to mess up-”
“Let me lead you.”
You bit your lip hesitantly and drummed your fingers against your bouncing thigh, wondering just how much trust you were willing to give this man. He had proven time and time again that he was different from all others you’ve met, even when compared to the troupe he was different. Since the moment you two met, he had been trying to understand you and what makes your brain tick. Chrollo has done so much to work away at that mask of yours just to sneak a peak at the you beneath it all.
“I’m not taking any pills-”
“I know how to use a condom, (y/n), and there are many options to choose from. I would love to make you nice and round with my child, to see your soft breasts fill up with milk as your body creates a physical representation of my affections and my need for you, but I can just as easily live without. I also know you are terrified of what I may think of you during all of this, I will say every thought I have out loud if you truly want me to.”
He took a step closer to you, taking your hands in his and holding them to his warm chest so you could feel the steady thrum of his heart. You weren’t trying to be difficult, you were nervous and slightly afraid of anything potentially going wrong. Chrollo knew this and planned to help you build up such confidence your anxieties wouldn’t be able to touch you.
The first step was for Chrollo to get you to allow him to be intimate with you in the first place. Beyond that he planned to praise you constantly, to guide you in every step, as well as to provide distraction for you when you became stressed. He was determined to finally get you into his bed and to indulge in your body which had taunted him so from the moment he met you.
“(Y/n),” Chrollo pulled you close, body pressing against your own, “may I love you? Will you let me?”
You bit your lip, watching with almost wary eyes as Chrollo rolled his hips in a relaxed motion against your own. It was true, you wanted to say yes and give in to Chrollo with open arms and an equally open heart. The only thing making you hesitate was your nerves in the situation, so many ways to potentially make a mistake or embarrass yourself around Chrollo.
As if he could sense your hesitation, he gently grasped your hand and pulled it towards himself, guiding you to his unzipped pants. His hard length was obvious when pressed up against you, but it seemed so much more beneath your warm hand. The relaxed pulse of Chrollo’s heartbeat was clear in his stiff length as he pressed your hand onto the apparent bulge.
“Will you let me love you?”
Chrollo asked again, his voice a soft croon in your ear as you felt your body warm up intensely. The most you could manage was a nod as he pulled you to the bed, laying you back against the blankets.
He took his time pulling his coat off, tossing it to the side as he moved on top of you to kiss you ever so gently. His hands were warm against your skin and you felt your anxieties pushing back against your desire to let Chrollo have you fully. You did want to take this next step, but your anxieties always gnawed away at your mind and try to force you to reject him.
Chrollo gently trailed kisses down your neck, ensuring to leave several marks that would make his claim over you quite clear to anyone who saw them. It seemed like Chrollo was well versed in intimacy, each touch so delicate despite the fact you knew he could snap bones with a mere flex. When his warm hands reached your chest, you couldn’t stop the anxious whine that escaped you, squeezing your eyes shut and trying to keep yourself under control.
“I told you, I will say every thought out loud if I need to. So, I want to tell you exactly what just having you here is doing to me…” He slowly cupped one breast, his arm next to your head holding up his weight as he murmured in your ear, “just the thought of us doing this gets me so hard. I had little interest in pleasure except when I needed to use it for information, now I’m so starved for your attention the mere thought makes me ache.”
He continued to hum those soft words like a sinner confessing every deep detail of their crimes. The full and plump lips brushing against your skin sent shivers through your body, feeling a persistent throb between your legs. Chrollo was still slowly caressing your body with his hand, hips pressing up so firmly against your throbbing core.
“The amount of wet dreams I’ve had of making you pass out from pleasure would make a degenerate blush. Your voice,” he kissed your ear gently, “your face twisted with pleasure,” his hand slowly lifted your shirt, seeming to slice through with not a scrap of resistance, “your exhausted body clenching down on me just right,” your bra joined the forming pile of clothes on the floor, “all the way down to how your soft holes taste. Just using my tongue to make you squirt for me, tasting your soft and warm insides.”
Chrollo moaned lowly against your body, taking one of your breasts in his mouth and toying with the other. He was intentionally being louder than he usually would, using his own pleasured sounds to get you riled up and help you feel more relaxed around him during this process. He switched breasts and moved his hand down to unbutton your pants, slowly pulling then off of you, stopping for a moment whenever you whined.
As he managed to successfully remove the obstructing clothes, you found the courage to open your eyes and look down your front at him. Chrollo was trailing kisses down your soft body and staring up at you, the intense eye contact making you yelp and look away. A low chuckle rumbled from his chest as he slid his hand beneath the last article of clothing you had, cupping your dripping heat with his hand.
“Mmm… You’re so wet for me, love. I need you so badly.”
Your underwear slid off of your hips and down your legs, leaving you completely bare to Chrollo’s intense gaze. Impulsively, you covered your eyes and tried to block out both the embarrassment and the anxiety of the situation. You heard Chrollo’s clothes dropping to the floor as well and jerked slightly when his hands returned to your hips.
“My beautiful (y/n)… Won’t you please look at me?”
It took a moment for you to work up the courage to look past your fingers and down at Chrollo, his stormy eyes seeming to glint at your attention. He held that eye contact as he settled between your legs, refusing to look away as his tongue dragged up your sensitive heat. You couldn’t help the way you gasped, eyes closing once more as you mewled with every following slow lick.
“Fuck,” he moaned, trying to dig his tongue deeper into you between words, “you taste so good..! I want all of you…”
Chrollo knew exactly how he was working you up gently, not just stuffing himself in you and fucking away his troubles. Two fingers joined his tongue, slowly sliding into you one at a time as he suckled on your clit passionately.
“(Y/n),” Chrollo prompted softly, “tell me what you’re feeling.”
“I- I’m feeling- so fucking good..!”
“Want me to keep going?”
“Yes!”
“Want me to stop?”
“N-no! Please- please, Chrollo, don’t stop!”
“Such a good girl…”
You whined and moaned quietly, anxious about being too loud and someone hearing your soft noises. Each slurp or prolonged moan from Chrollo had you gripping at his hair, holding onto those black locks while trying to keep yourself from tugging too hard on them. A faint pressure felt like it was building up inside of you, becoming more and more apparent as Chrollo continued to feast on your soft pussy. Eventually that pressure felt near unbearable and your body tensed, feeling that pressure break and flood your body with euphoria.
Your limbs were rigid and you couldn’t stop your eyes from closing as you physically shook from the feeling, panting and mewling as your legs shook and tightened, holding Chrollo in place. He could have easily pulled away, but instead chose to continue licking and slurping your warm clit with a deep moan and pumping his fingers into you. It almost seemed like he truly got pleasure from seeing you fall to pieces from his actions.
When you finally relaxed and let him pull away, you were still panting and whining as you tried to come down from your high. The faint sound clothes dropping and a wrapper tearing open drew your attention and you glanced down to see Chrollo sliding a condom down onto his firm length. Fear shot through you as you saw that thick and long length Chrollo planned on putting inside of you and your panic rose back up.
“It-it’s going to be too big..! It can’t- it won’t be able to fit in me!”
“It’s alright,” Chrollo soothed slowly climbing back on top of you, “I know it will be able to fit. I won’t lie to you, it will be uncomfortable at first, maybe even a bit painful, but it will feel so good as soon as you get used to it. I promise you that.”
You bit your lip and glanced away from those steel eyes, still feeling your heart racing and your body tense in anxiety.
“Here,” Chrollo said, pulling your arms up to wrap around his body, “Hold onto me, (y/n). Scratch me up as much as you need to.”
He lined up that large cock with your soft folds, slowly grinding his hips against your own and covering his cock with your juices as he leaned over you. You tried to relax but instinctively tensed as you felt the tip of his cock press into your folds. Chrollo softly hushed you and waited for you to relax before inching his way inside of you, pausing any time you whined or tensed. When he finally bottomed out inside of you, he let out a low groan from the feel of you wrapped around him.
“You feel so damn good, (y/n)… Tell me when you want me to move, until then- ngh- I am happy to stay as still as you need me to.”
Chrollo breathed deeply and his slow relaxed breaths helped calm you, feeling the odd sensation of his pulse thrumming inside of you. There was a slight burn from the stretch of your soft walls accommodating his large and heavy cock in your gentle body. Your nails bit down into his back as you slowly relaxed, loosening your grip on his body.
As you fully began to adjust to the feeling, you hummed and felt your muscles relax. For a moment you almost forgot he was inside of you before the slightest movement reminded you.
“O-okay… Okay. You can move…”
“Are you sure?”
“No, but I trust you.”
“If you were anyone else saying that, I would think it is a horrible idea to trust me. But, you, my love, can always trust me to do what is best for you, and what is best for us. I’m going to start moving, let me know if it hurts.”
He slowly slid back and out of you before shoving himself back inside of you. The movement made you whine as that burn returned in near full force, but you refused to stop him as he settled with a relaxed pace. Chrollo was so enamored with the way your body hugged him perfectly and massaged his stiff cock so comfortably, finding even the slow pace to be more pleasure than he received from any other he has taken to bed.
“Just so sweet and beautiful.”
He crooned into your ear, slowly picking up his pace as you once again relaxed, starting to feel the faint spark of pleasure in your body. It was similar to finally scratching an itch that had been bothering you for a while, building up into much more than a simple soothing motion. Chrollo angled his hips and you mewled loudly when the head of his cock dug into a particularly sensitive spot inside of you.
Taking note of your noise, Chrollo ensured to press into that bundle of nerves repeatedly, beginning to impulsively thrust harder and faster into you. One of his hands trailed down to rub at your clit, only making the pleasure in you skyrocket beyond what you already felt. The sensation making you moan so sweetly for him and cling to him.
“Fuck..! You look so good taking my cock like this…” Chrollo panted as he stared down at your expression, wanting to see every little grimace or deliriously pleasured face you made, “do this every night with you… Just keep going until you get nice and exhausted for me..!”
He paused for a moment, making you whine at the loss of friction before he pulled back, leaving you no longer able to dig your nails into his back. For a moment you thought you did something wrong and began to worry until he lifted your legs to his shoulders, leaning forward to press into you even deeper than he had been. The oddly scrunched position only seemed to make every move feel even stronger, forcing the air in and out of your lungs in time with his thrusts.
“I want you to cum for me… Soak me with your juices and just squeeze down on my cock.”
His words were debauched and only seemed to add more pleasure to your sparking and stimulated brain, feeling that pressure building back up inside of you at a faster rate than before. As the pressure built your voice raised in pitch and your moans became louder, unable to stop the cries whining from you despite the fact you knew you were getting too loud. It all seemed to not matter as much to you anymore, feeling that pressure become greater until it broke with a flooding wave of sensation far stronger than the first.
Your head impulsively tossed side to side as if you physically had to move to properly comprehend the tidal wave of bliss that burned inside of you. Chrollo’s continued movements making you wail from each shocking sensation that continued to burn inside of you. You could feel the way your walls constricted around him, forcing a deep moan from his throat at the snug embrace of your pussy around his achingly hard cock.
“That’s it… Good girl, taking all of me so well..!” Chrollo moaned, panting slightly as the bliss of your orgasm faded away, “once more… Cum for me just once more.”
Chrollo moaned, stuffing himself into you over and over again, imagining how it would feel to fill you up with his hot cum. For now he ignored that want and continued to rut into you, feeling the ridges of your warm walls through the condom. For now he allowed the lightweight cover to stand between the two of you, content with the squeeze of your tight walls as he drilled into you.
“Ch-Chrollo..! Ngh! I can’t-! It’s too much..!”
He shushed you gently, locking his lips with your own as he continued to wildly thrust into you like a beast in heat.
“I know you can take more, Love. I told you, I plan on burning off that night-time energy of yours.”
He could feel the way your warm walls squeezed him so well, the perfect fit of his large cock in your soft insides, your sweet voice cracking and whining in elation. There wasn’t a particular number of times he wanted you to cum around his drilling cock, but he certainly knew he wanted far more than just two orgasms from you. Chrollo had been honest when he suggested burning off as much energy as possible so you would sleep through the whole night without any disturbance.
He certainly planned to cum more than once, vaguely frustrated he was only spurting into the condom and not your soft body, but he quickly got over it. After all, you two were soulmates and he would have plenty more chances to fill you up with his cum.
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Chrollo slowly woke to a quiet sound and the slight bit of light through his eyelids. You lay next to him, back pressed against his chest as you remained secure in his arms. For a moment, he thought you were just talking in your sleep again before he realized the light was from your phone and you were staring intently at it.
“Darling, it’s three in the morning. What are you doing?”
“… Watching cat videos.”
“Do I need to fuck you even more than I assume to keep you asleep through the night?”
Warnings; timelines converge from 28 Years and Bunny, mention of kidnapping, imprisonment, yandere relationships, aggressively yandere Silva, mention of imprisonment for decades, Stockholm syndrome, mention of NSFW, mention of corrupt nuns, vow breaking, my headcannon for Hisoka background, My OC for 28 years in place of Silva’s wife for clarity’s sake, Reader is Bunny, some 28 years MC background story, Zeno’s Dove mentioned,
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Hisoka sighed as he conversed with his associates, wondering just what they were going to do now. Apparently, Illumi has been keeping secrets from Bunny and from Chrollo and Hisoka. The woman he had introduced as ‘mother’ was not actually his mother at all and they were now going to meet Illumi’s real mother instead. However, Illumi was explaining to them exactly what his mother was like and the topic of them technically kidnapping their Bunny came up.
“Mom won’t react to it well if she finds out Bunny was technically forced into a relationship and kidnapped.”
“Why is this our problem?”
“Because my father is extremely protective of my mother and will also become upset if she becomes upset.”
“So he gets mad, big deal.”
“When it comes to my mom, it IS a big deal. Father kidnapped her 28 years ago and I barely get to see her because of how jealous father gets. Father wouldn’t even let her breast feed my siblings and I as infants due to his jealousy. Besides… I do not wish to see my mom look at me with the same disappointed and disgusted look she gives father when his jealousy makes him act out. It may also show Bunny just how far those in my family are willing to go for the few they love.”
“Fine,” Hisoka sighed, relenting to Illumi both as a placation and as curiosity. Illumi was mysterious- even to Hisoka- and hearing the true tint of anxiety and fear to his associate’s voice was far from the emotionless norm he had, “we’ll not mention it. Bunny is in a good mood and probably won’t say anything. ♠”
“And if she starts to,” Chrollo added, “we can steer the conversation away from that.”
With the three in agreement they headed to where their Bunny awaited them in the library, curled up and lightly dozing on the couch beneath a soft blanket. No doubt the blanket had been an addition after as a butler or Kikyo likely draped it over to cover the sleeping figure.
Illumi woke you with a soft forehead kiss, the sleepy hum whining from your throat as you came back to consciousness. You could barely believe how rested you felt after the small nap, the couch being a higher quality than any bed you have slept on before entering the Zoldyck estate. Everything was so high quality that you sometimes found yourself entranced with the workmanship on a wooden table that never gets used or a forgotten wood relief lining the halls. Where the opulence was suffocating at times you had to admit that the high quality bed in Illumi’s room was divine in comparison to anything you have rested on in your life up to that point.
“Mmm… Yeah? What’s up?”
“Come on, Bunny. It’s time to meet my true mom. I have some rules for you though.”
“Oh?”
“My father is very… Protective… Of my mom. He is also very jealous of anyone talking to- or interacting with- my mom. She is sensitive and has lived 28 years of imprisonment with my father, so she will have a collar and chain keeping her in her suite. She… Doesn’t get to leave that set of rooms for any reason other than when my father decides she can, so she has lived in those rooms for more than half of her life.
"I know we did not give you much choice, Bunny, but compared to my mom, you are basically free. I don’t want to treat you like father does with mom, so please don’t upset her by mentioning it. Father may be fond of you but if he feels you are a threat in any way to mom, he will kill you.”
You felt surprise flare in your mind, trying to process what you were just told only moments after waking. Part of you wanted to snap at Illumi and tell his mother about your kidnapping immediately, but another part of you gave you pause. From how Illumi spoke of his mother and father, it seemed like anything somewhat upsetting to her could lead to disaster at any moment.
On top of your awareness of your own situation and if what Illumi said was true, comparing your experience with that of his mother was shocking. Collars, chains, and the same few rooms for several literal decades sounded like complete hell to you. Never going outside and seeing so few people, you felt you would probably go insane. Not to mention Illumi had four siblings, so five children all while locked away for most of your life was a terrifying concept. Part of you even felt a bit thankful you had the freedom you did despite how you still felt trapped, at least you weren’t her.
“I understand.”
You answered softly before Illumi pulled you to your feet, feeling much more awake now. Chrollo and Hisoka both followed as Illumi led all of you deep into the estate, far from where you had wandered even on late nights. A kind of giddiness settled in your stomach that held a tinge of stress, wondering just what kind of person Illumi’s true mother was like after years away from others.
The door that Illumi came to a stop in front of made your stomach writhe with anxieties as you saw just how heavy the door was. Everything in the estate was heavy, but that door looked as if it could withstand a direct blast from an explosion and still offer resistance. It was a door you knew you wouldn’t be able to open no matter how hard you would try.
Illumi opened the door and though it could have been your imagination, for a moment it looked as if he had struggled to move it. You felt your nerves rise as you walked into the room, seeing a rather large and soft looking couch where a woman sat waiting.
She… Was stunning in a way you felt you couldn’t describe. Her figure was full and curved, ample breasts and thighs on a small height, accenting the comforting presence you got from her. She wore a pair of glasses that made her expressive doe eyes seem larger, so full of wisdom and affection. Her hair was a flowing waterfall of curls that looked so soft and seemed to create a kind of halo around her. It almost seemed like stars were reflecting in her compassionate gaze, woven into the very substance of her hair and skin as if she faintly glimmered.
You were so entranced by the being of empathy in the flesh that you almost missed the towering demon behind her. Illumi’s father Silva had always intimidated you since the moment you met him, those cold blue eyes endlessly analyzing every movement and behavior. After spending some time around him, that fear died down, but now it slammed back into you full force as if knocking the air from your lungs. That frozen gaze speared into the two new men in the room, his white mane of hair making him look beastly and all the more intimidating.
To think, you were so afraid of him and he wasn’t even glaring at you.
As you took the whole scene in now, you saw the collar fitted around the woman’s throat, the chain attached to it trailing down to the floor and out of sight. The furniture was lavish and the room was large with a kitchenette and several branching doors, a single window on the far left letting in a ray of light from the outside. It was grand, but you knew it was a prison cell beneath all of the expensive quality.
You moved towards the pair with Illumi, Hisoka, and Chrollo, feeling the weight of Silva’s intense gaze pushing down almost threateningly on you. Hisoka and Chrollo seemed to also get the same impression you did, that no mercy would be given should anyone unsettle the soft woman that was Illumi’s mother. She stood and took Illumi into her arms, that kind smile and true happiness telling you just how much she cared for her son.
You had considered what you would say to her and even revealing Illumi’s behavior, but now you truly felt like you couldn’t. Not only because you felt as if you had no room to complain, but because of how truly and deeply she cared about Illumi. She was kind and gentle and everything Silva very clearly was not, and you couldn’t bare to think about someone so gold-hearted being crushed in such a way. It just wasn’t worth it to you.
“Welcome back, Illumi.”
Her voice held honest love, a sweetness to it that made it sound smooth as honey.
“I have someone for you to meet, mom.”
“I know, your father told me you’ve met someone you love.”
Illumi turned to you, his mother’s kind eyes resting on your own as he gestured you closer. You only went as far as Illumi’s side before his mother gently took your outstretched hand in both of hers, impossibly soft and comfortingly warm. She seemed genuinely excited to meet you and looked as if you had made her happier than she had ever been before.
“Hello, dear. It is so good to meet you. My name is Kiame, also known as Illumi’s mom.”
“Oh, uh, hi. (Y/n) (L/n), it’s nice to meet you too.”
“I hope we have plenty of time to get to know each other, after all, we’re going to be family soon enough.”
You couldn’t help but return her kind smile, feeling relaxed around her and her genuine excitement with your engagement to Illumi.
“I can’t help but worry about Illumi, he is my firstborn and I adore my children. I just hope you two are happy together.”
It was then Illumi spoke up, seeming much more relaxed around his mother as well, letting you know how much she impacted him. Part of you realized that she was likely the only positive influence Illumi really had in his life and you would have been in a much more dangerous situation if not for her. If Illumi only had his father’s side of the family, he likely would have kidnapped you and killed Chrollo and Hisoka long ago.
“Mom, I would like you to also meet my fellow associates. We three are engaged to her and so grandfather thought it best to introduce you to the three of them. Chrollo Lucilfer, Hisoka Morrow, and I share (y/n) (l/n) between the three of us.”
“Well, so long as you four are happy-”
She cut off for a moment, her eyes going wide as if something caught her attention after the fact. The way she seemed to think for a moment in complete silence made you wonder just what it was that surprised her.
“Mom? Is something wrong?”
“Morrow was… the name of my teacher… Sister Morrow. She was a nun and I worked as her apprentice in the cathedral before- nevermind. It’s nothing.”
Illumi glanced in surprise towards Hisoka, not expecting his mother to recognize any of the names of his associates. He knew Hisoka was born in Meteor city to a mother that was a forsaken and vow-breaking nun, but it couldn’t possibly be the same nun his mother spoke of. Not at all-
“My mother spoke of her apprentice often. How she saw the girl as a daughter but still wound up betraying her in the end. I learned eventually that she was afraid of being caught for what she had done, confronted by a stranger with her misdeeds. All that was demanded was to mislead her apprentice, sending her deep into the forest to never return. She waited until she began to show before fleeing to Meteor City so no one would know she had broken her vows.”
“… Did she ever say who she spoke to?”
“The wealthy father of an interested man. My mother had her apprentice enter the woods alone so she could be taken as payment for not revealing the truth about what my mother had done. Never really did get why she sold her apprentice only to run away shortly after. Seems pointless to me, but she said she regretted her choice in the end.”
There was a moment of silence as Illumi’s mother sat in quiet contemplation of what she was just told. The way her expression turned to one of hurt made your chest ache, as if seeing her in pain upset you in some deep part of your brain. She shouldn’t be sad or hurt, the pain didn’t look right on her, as if her being in such pain were some kind of crime against nature.
The softest whimpering sound from her lips made Silva react, his voice a rumbling and deep growl of baritone in his chest.
“Out.”
Illumi was quick to pull you back with him, his father picking his mother up and striding away to a door deeper into the room. The four of you left the room quickly and Illumi was the one to close it behind you, the large door sealing with a clear latch of the many locks that adorned it. You didn’t know what to say at that moment, having been taken by surprise with the sudden shift in behavior from Illumi’s parents.
“To think, Hisoka’s mother was your mother’s mentor.”
“And his mother sold my mother to my grandfather on my father’s behalf.”
You managed to find your voice, trying to piece everything together despite the very sudden way things had happened. On one hand, it would seem the world was very small, and on the other you felt like some key pieces of information were missing. Beyond that, you felt like you had glimpsed the kind of person Illumi could have become if not for his mother’s truly compassionate heart.
“What is your mother, Illumi?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, she is different from anyone I have met before… She seems to actually be a genuinely loving person even though she is locked up like a prisoner. I don’t think any normal human would be able to live like that and not go insane.”
“She is insane. She loves my father despite everything he does to hurt her… But she is kind and always has been kind. She is too good for my father and he knows it, so he hides her from almost everyone. Setting her free from him won’t fix the damage he’s done to her.”
You glanced back at the heavy door and found yourself feeling lucky that even though your freedom was stolen away, you didn’t have to live the way she did.
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You let the gentle breeze skate over your skin as the plants around you rustled playfully and danced in the wind. It had been a few days since you got to meet Illumi’s mom and you had learned more about her in that time. Her situation was different from your own in many ways. She had been the one to rescue Silva from death where it had been the opposite for you and your lovers. You found yourself thankful you were not in her place or situation even though you did still resent Illumi for taking your freedom.
Currently, you sat with your three lovers, placed neatly on Chrollo’s lap as Hisoka and Illumi sat on either side of you two. Chrollo was reading a book on ancient war tactics and you were somewhat reading too, only half way through a page when he was already flipping it to the next. Though the four of you were quiet at that moment, it was clear that meeting Illumi’s mother had impacted you all in different ways.
Hisoka had withdrawn more than usual, reflecting on finally meeting the woman his mother loved as a child more than him and talked about with such fondness the woman may as well have been his older sibling. Chrollo was always trying to analyze and pick things apart, so though he wordlessly scanned over the book in his hands, he was likely thinking about the situation you all found yourselves in. You were stuck in thoughts of Illumi’s family, realizing just how deep the trend of obsession and kidnapping really went in his bloodline. Illumi seemed the least bothered but you felt he was likely worried about his mother and about how you were taking meeting her.
Any time you thought of a question, you would voice it and one of your three lovers would respond with whatever answer they could manage. The only questions you hadn’t gotten an answer to was what his mother was- as you felt a strong doubt she was really a normal human given your introduction to her- and what his grandfather had done with his obsession. Since the behavior was obviously something that came with his paternal lineage, his grandfather must have had a similar story, but you had not met or seen any sign of Illumi having a grandmother.
“I just want to know where your grandmother is. I mean, if your father keeps your mom locked up all the time and practically has her bubble-wrapped, surely your grandfather did the same?”
“No. I didn’t.”
The low and almost lazy tone of Illumi’s grandfather drew your attention, seeing the older man standing not too far as if he had materialized out of nowhere. Even though the grip Chrollo had around you tightened, you wanted to press and pick the elder assassin’s brain for answers your lovers simply didn’t have. You had long figured out that his grandfather Zeno had a particular soft spot for you and that soft spot seemed to extend to Kiame as well based off of his behavior.
“So, what happened?”
You tried to push and the old man considered you silently for a moment before approaching and settling on a bench across from you four. Chrollo closed his book, actually seeming to have the same level of interest you did in gaining more pieces to the Zoldyck family puzzle.
“She died shortly after giving birth to Silva. It is a kind of family curse to have this fanatical obsession for one person in our lives, going back generations. I used to think it was part of the curse to have that loved one always die… But Silva has proven that theory wrong.
"My Dove was a fiery woman, stubborn to a fault and I mistakenly thought I could control that fire of hers through pain. She tried to run one day and I lost my temper. Had I known what would happen because of it… About two months later she gave birth to Silva, I hadn’t even realized she was pregnant. None of us had. She had a cryptic pregnancy so it was a surprise to us as it was to her. Her body couldn’t handle it though. The stress of what I had done and the labor wringed every last bit of life out of her. She only lived long enough to hold Silva for the first and only time.”
The wind felt colder now, a chill racing down your spine as you realized just how you had been unfortunate enough to draw Illumi’s attention, but fortunate enough to not have the same fate as the rest of his female ancestors. How close had you come to being forced to live the same painful cycle? You made a mental note to find time to thank Illumi’s mom for raising the most sane generation of Zoldycks.
“My father did the same to my mother as I had to my Dove, and he died of heartbreak not long after. My grandfather- Maha- did the same to his bride. I feel when Illumi’s mom does pass on, she will be taking Silva with her. He won’t survive losing her. Illumi, take it from me, you need to keep your temper even and make sure you treat (y/n) well, you hear me? That kind of loss is suffocating and you likely won’t be fortunate enough to get another chance.”
His words made you curious as you felt your brain kick into action to try and make sense of something that caught your attention.
“Has anyone gotten a second chance?”
“Hm?”
“With their love, I mean. Death is pretty permanent in most cases.”
“Well,” Zeno gave you a knowing smile, “it is possible. Rebirth is a debated topic, but one I fully believe. Nen is a unique thing to each person, so when Nen identical to a deceased person shows up, it is hard to argue. I happen to be the only one I know of who has gotten that second chance. I found my Dove again and this time I won’t make the same mistake. Born into a new life, but the Nen and the similarities are unmistakeable. I haven’t yet told Silva of this unusual situation, but I doubt he would care much as he only really cares for his wife. Perhaps you will get to meet my Dove at some point, (y/n). He is restricted to my wing of the estate, however. He may be male in his current incarnation, but it changes nothing. He is still my Dove.”
You were surprised to hear of someone being reborn and the fact was that Zeno couldn’t care less if his reborn darling was male or not. It was clear to you just how fortunate you were when it came to Illumi even though he had technically pushed you into the relationship you now had with him. His family had done far worse and you had just barely gotten away with the most sane of the assassins in a long lineage of obsession, kidnapping, and forced relationships. Out of three generations of kidnapped lovers, you were the only one who could step foot outside of the estate hidden within the mountain.
“Anyway, (y/n), it may anger you to only have the freedoms you do, but never forget you have more freedom than any other who came before you in the Zoldyck family. I am not telling you to be grateful Illumi chose you, simply to be thankful Illumi is far more sane when it comes to you than the rest of the family would be.”
Night and Day pt 2 (yandere!Chrollo x autistic!Reader)
Warnings; autistic reader, female pronouned reader (let me know if y'all want other pronoun versions), yandere behavior, it’s based around my autism so it may not be exact to the experience of others, soulmate au, protective yandere, slight infantilism from outside sources, petty people will be petty, dehumanization from others (anything negative said has been said to or about me), mention of NSFW,
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You had built quite the nest out of the hotel bed, sleeping soundly in the center now that you had a chance to relax.
Chrollo was simply fascinated by you in every respect. He knows you are his soul mate, having seen glimpses of you so many times in the few dreams he has and the way your Nen resonated with his was just confirmation of what he already knew. He did not fully believe he would find you, it had been five years of searching after all, and he had almost given up completely when he caught a glimpse of you.
All it took was a glance and he was following you, abandoning his conversation mid-sentence in favor of learning more about you. He hadn’t even explained himself to the troupe, simply walking away to pursue you. There was no way he would lose you, not after he had finally found you when he spent years searching.
Naturally, the troupe was confused as they had never seen their leader act in such a way before. Chrollo is calm, collected, calculating, overbearing, but he is NOT the type to just up and leave a conversation. This told them that whatever grabbed his attention was extremely important to him, and so it became important to them.
You were so ‘normal’ at first, it made Chrollo wonder just what lay beneath the surface as he watched you mirror others. True, you were good at hiding and concealing your true nature, but Chrollo is the master of hiding in plain sight, he could see right through you. He ordered for the troupe to collect you and not harm you, which is when that delicately crafted mask crumbled.
When you had been calm, your Nen was barely a whisper of energy, but when you became distressed, that whisper turned into a siren and became overwhelming. The sheer strength of your Nen alone was impressive, and the fact that it had become so unruly the moment your act dropped intrigued him. It shifted and changed to mimic others when calm, but quickly became smothering and raw when you became upset.
Now, you were semi-calm and in a deep sleep, leaving Chrollo to think about what he would do now. He finally had you in his grasp, but he had no idea what to do with you now that he had you. Perhaps he went into this far too quickly…
Pakunoda allowed Chrollo to borrow her Nen so he could take observations on your thoughts and mental processes allowing himself into your thinking, revealing a mind that had near constant overlapping chatter. A chaotic display that took him a good few hours to make order out of. When he found some record of order, he was stunned to see how quickly your brain moved from thought to thought, the continuous processing of stimuli he wouldn’t even pay mind to.
It was as if his mind was a flashlight beam; focusing solely on one area or idea at a time, despite how quickly he managed to do it. Your mind was a lantern; illuminating and processing all the things in a certain radius around you. You noticed so much all at once and had another thought process that was solving any immediate stimuli paired with one that faintly buzzed in the background, becoming louder with your stress until it blocks out the others with a cacophonous hum.
It was… Exhilarating. Your brain was absolutely exhilarating to Chrollo. How does a person have that much activity in their brain and still function in such a ramshackle society?
He understood your mirroring now. Not meant to manipulate like he used it for, but to survive by blending in among those who don’t have that constant thrum. He understood why being touched and grabbed had bothered you so much especially when you were already stressed.
Chrollo sat by the bed, one hand resting ever so gently against your back, trying to make heads or tails of your unique mind. But beyond his curiosity, he was marveling at being so close to you after so many years of rarely seeing you in fleeting dreams. He had severe insomnia and had few actual moments of sleep or rest, trying to catch a glimpse of you as often as he could.
You have been the epicenter of his thoughts for quite some time now, the heart of his thinking and affections. It infuriated him whenever his vague dreams were interrupted and he had to relent to awareness instead of pursuing you. Finally, you were here beside him now and everything truly seemed right with the world.
How unusual it was for someone to be so unassuming yet so amazingly impactful on his life. Chrollo felt as if he were seeing color for the first time after living in a world of nothing but black and white. Your presence so close to him fixed problems he didn’t even know he had.
No doubt your true self would be hidden behind that normal mask until he can truly free you from feeling like you need to hide. He wanted to remove that mask and let you be who you are and not who you trained yourself to be. Do you even know who you are under that mask, or have you convinced yourself the mask is you?
Chrollo was very good at quickly figuring people out, but you were quite the complex puzzle to solve. Eventually, he tired of trying to make sense of your mind as it was difficult to direct it while you slept, choosing to lay next to you instead. He may not sleep often, but he had to know the sensation that was getting to hold you securely in his arms.
How often had he imagined this exact scenario?
Comfortable with you laying in his arms in a content and peaceful slumber. Chrollo slept very little and his insomnia kept him awake most of the time even when he wanted to sleep, but your presence soothed him immensely and calmed him more than he would ever admit. But that wasn’t the only change in Chrollo your presence caused.
Chrollo is not usually interested in carnal pleasure unless it is to get information from others, but now… Now he could feel his own desire lurking and pressing against his mind, wanting to physically connect with you. He knew you would be against the idea, especially so soon after meeting him and the not so very polite way you were introduced to him.
But the warmth of your body called to him. A siren’s song to his senses as it called to him oh so sweetly. The softness of your flesh beneath his fingers made a soft moan slip through his lips, one hand coming up to smother a breast as the other made itself useful between your plush thighs. He knew you could wake at any time and you would not react positively to knowing what he was doing to you while he slept, but for Chrollo, that only added to the experience.
Chrollo steals what he wants and removes anyone who stands in his way, he knows when something is 'right’ or 'wrong’ and he doesn’t care. All Chrollo truly wants right now is to indulge in the presence of someone he had waited his whole life to meet. He didn’t even think he had a soulmate for a while.
Normal people don’t often meet their soulmates because normal people can’t perceive Nen. Nen users are the only ones who can see their Nen and the nen of others, meaning they can see the way their Nen responds to others.
When a person has not met their soulmate, their Nen is faint and almost lethargic in movement. Usually normal people will dream of their soul mates and try to go off of their idea of who their soulmate will be, this is also true for Nen users. The difference is when a Nen user meets their soulmate and their Nen reacts together.
Chrollo knew you when he saw you because his Nen reached out to you in a desperate manner, as if it were trying to reach out and grab you. The moment he finally got close enough to you, your Nen began to respond as well. Your Nen had not been 'awakened’ yet but it quite easily and readily did in response to Chrollo’s Nen. Usually random exposure to Nen causes mortal wounds or cripples the person, but the Nen of a soulmate can easily and gently awaken the Nen of their other-half. Your Nen awoke and rushed to meet his nen, both of them clashing and mixing until they became harmonious, burning with an intensity that could have rivaled the sun.
Having a soulmate can be tricky though. If one of the pair dies, it can cause a near cataclysmic reaction from their partner and their Nen. It also means that when one half is upset or afraid, their partner knows and has equally unruly Nen.
Chrollo figured he wasn’t the type of guy to have a significant other, sleeping so rarely he didn’t register you were the one his soul called out to. He had searched for you, yes, but he didn’t even know what or who he was searching for and eventually he only kept searching because he wasn’t the kind to give up once started. Upon catching a glimpse of you as he and the rest of the troupe got off of the train, he saw the way his Nen willed him to follow you and so he obeyed. Leaving the troupe mid sentence as he had been explaining their target, following you with resolute determination to catch up and finally meet you.
The troupe- as they are Nen users as well- could see Chrollo’s nen so aggressively reaching out to you and they knew then you were their beloved Boss’ soulmate. It was a no-brainer to them to agree to put their heist on hold so they could get you to Chrollo instead. Your distress as you were pulled inside by Uvogin, panic gripping your heart as you struggled, resulted in Chrollo’s Nen forcing him to feel your fear as acutely as you did.
Your Nen was thrilled to be back with his own nen, but you were terrified. People you didn’t know just kidnapped you, shoved you into a car, brought you to some run down abandoned hotel on the other side of the city, and tried to force you to enter the building willingly before pulling you in roughly. He wanted little more than to pick you up and hold you despite how you would cry and struggle, but he knew he needed to calm you before he lost control. Now you were laying in his arms- where you belonged- and he couldn’t be happier about it.
You were so soft under his fingers even as you sleep, finally content and fed even though you were quite the picky eater. Your calm Nen was soothing and Chrollo found himself beginning to doze off with his hands still in that compromising position. Choosing to move his hands to merely wrap around and hold you was ideal for such a situation. He was unusually comfortable and as he drifted to sleep, he wondered if your presence had anything to do with it.
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You slowly woke with a soft hum, the warmth wrapping around you was so wonderfully comfortable and familiar. The light pressure of a loose embrace giving you an unusual sense of protection, so much so that you turned and cuddled into the loving grasp with a sigh of relaxation. Each slow breath you took in seemed to try and pull you back into sleep, the immense comfort you felt only adding to the desire of continued rest.
Sleep began to win the battle as you pressed close to the warm figure that held you so sweetly. A nagging thought was all that remained standing between you and your dreams, trying to be heard despite your desire to not listen.
Just who was it that was holding you? You didn’t have a significant other who would be in your bed, right? Weren’t you somewhere other than home too?
Those questions fought against your want to sleep, coming to the surface of your mind with an almost painful clarity. That’s right, you had been kidnapped and taken to some run-down abandoned hotel where your supposed soulmate introduced himself. Despite your protests and desire to be returned to the comfort of your residence, your soulmate insisted on you staying with him. You didn’t exactly want to agree to stay, but you also didn’t really have a choice.
Your eyes slowly opened and flicked up to look at your bedfellow, vaguely comforted by the fact that he seemed to be in a deep sleep. It indeed was the strange man who ordered you to be kidnapped and brought to him, but even the realization of who you shared your bed with did little to rile you. There was such a feeling of serenity inside of you that you found it hard to actually feel upset about much.
It felt as if you were safe at home and not in the arms of a man that you just met who was clearly obsessed with you. Perhaps there was some validity to his belief that the two of you were soulmates. After all, it wasn’t like you were the kind to just readily trust others without extensive temper testing of their personality.
When it came to picking people apart emotionally, you relied on natural human tells that gave you a better indication of what emotional state a person was in. The man who claimed you as his own was nothing like others you had encountered in the past and his responses to things were so muted you wondered if he schooled his emotions at all times. He was next to impossible to mirror beyond the confident quick-witted responses.
He claimed to want to force you to be yourself truly without society influencing you, to some degree the idea of it made you distressed. You had gotten this far in life by pretending to be a 'normal’ person, so you weren’t about to just drop every learned habit or taught behavior. If anything, you would fight him every step of the way before allowing any of your selected and cultivated 'normal habits’ to be manipulated or removed.
“Enjoying watching me sleep?”
The amused tone of Chrollo made your face burn with shame as you tried to pull away, finding the arms around you much harder to escape than you expected. The resistance he gave in allowing you to get up made panic bubble in your chest, beginning to fight more aggressively. In one motion, he pulled you into his chest and pinned your arms so you couldn’t move, his voice barely a whisper in your ears.
“Shh… Take a moment and breathe. I’m not going to hurt you.”
“Liar.”
“Have I hurt you yet?”
“You’ve taken my comfort away from me. Yes, you have hurt me.”
“And I will have plenty of time to make it up to you. You were so comfortable and relaxed when you thought I was sleeping, you can have that comfort with me when I am awake.”
He did have somewhat of a point, but that didn’t mean you agreed with him by any stretch of the imagination.
“Let me show you how easy life with me can be.”
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“Explain it to me again?”
“It’s the texturethat I have a problem with and the taste reminds me of the texture. I can’t stand it.”
“So the crunch bothers you if it isn’t supposed to be crunchy and you can’t eat something it has touched because the taste lingers and reminds you of the crunch?”
“Exactly.”
“Is it the same with fabric texture?”
“I don’t taste fabric.”
“No, I know. I mean in terms of positive textures and negative textures, the same for fabric and sound?”
“Yes!”
Chrollo chuckled slightly at your small outburst, not bothering to hush you when you became a bit too loud while talking, enjoying the odd glances people in the small diner gave. He had been picking apart every behavior he could by simple observation, but he had finally caved and asked you when he couldn’t come to a answer that made sense to him. The question of food textures being one of the many different questions he had stored away.
Every time Chrollo felt like he was finding a pattern in your trailing and fragmented thoughts, you would throw him a curve-ball and leave him back at square one. He was just a cat chasing a laser-pointer and he was getting nowhere fast by trying to find any pattern in your rapid thoughts. It was frustrating to him to not have you figured out yet, but that made it more fun for him overall. Truly, it wasn’t every day Chrollo was able to find someone who could race circles around him mentally.
Yet here you were, in all of your odd and fragmented glory.
“But, yeah, that’s also why I have to pace randomly.”
Ah. So you were back to the night disturbances topic.
Chrollo had learned how easily you picked up and dropped conversations, sometimes ending one thought with the middle of another thought from several topics prior. You actually seemed happier now that he managed to get you talking, many of your mannerisms and ticks beginning to show past that mask of normalcy. It surprised him that you were so agile in topic switching and that you could chatter so easily if he let you, having been less talkative than him early on in the odd relationship.
“Does she have a mute button?”
The snide comment from several tables away seemed to snap through your rolling mind and made everything come to a halt. Clearly, you heard the comment as your voice died in your throat and you seemed to shrink in on yourself. Much like an ammonite or an armadillo, Chrollo could practically see you re-enter your social shell all from the needless comment of some stranger.
“Honestly, he should be embarrassed to be in public with her. Muzzle her or put the damn thing out of her misery. I get the whole 'they’re people too’ but do they really have to go in public with everyone else?”
Your change was extreme and Chrollo saw your immediate regression back into your comfortable mask society forced you to hide behind. The once animated and lively movements became muted and restrained. Your amused smile turning into a dejected frown. Eyes remained downcast towards the table as your Nen also died down to only a whisper of energy.
This is what society did to you. Your quirks and excited behavior being shunned and treated like a burden by those around you. The unique flame that is you was being stifled and strangled to only a fraction of yourself. They gained nothing from hurting you in such a way, and yet they seemed to revel in it all the same. To put another down for having emotion beyond what is 'socially acceptable’ in a mere ploy to distract from their own perceived shortcomings.
Truly, Chrollo found their behavior pathetic.
“Shalnark,” Chrollo spoke lightly but knew the fellow spider could hear him, seven other troupe members seated around the diner if only to ensure your safety, “deal with that squawking woman.”
Not even a moment after Chrollo finished speaking, the same woman who had been criticizing you suddenly jerked. The movement didn’t even draw your eyes up from the table in front of you.
What did draw your attention was when the woman let out a sharp squealing noise and face-planted into her steaming hot food, not reacting even as those around her panicked. Chrollo didn’t react and simply sat with a calm smile on his lips, letting you drum your fingers idly on his hand as you watched the scene unfold.
“… But, why?”
“Why not?”
“She didn’t do anything… People talk about me all the time like that…”
“They shouldn’t. But, if they do, I will deal with them permanently.”
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Why couldn’t he read you?
It was driving Chrollo mad to know that your brain had been able to avoid any clear pattern despite your adherence to a somewhat fragmented schedule. Every time he thinks he understands, it all falls to pieces, leaving him grasping at empty air and meaningless ideas.
If he didn’t understand you in every way, how would he be able to manipulate you to his whims?
Everyone Chrollo had met up until that point had been fairly easy for Chrollo to understand and control as needed. All others following an unsaid list of rules that simply made up society, doing their parts as pieces of the whole. Everyone except for you.
You seem to have mostly prefected your mask of 'proper behavior’ but the thoughts beneath churned and leaped in ways Chrollo was unfamiliar with. The things you did and the way you interacted with the world was so foreign to him. Due to your ever moving mind, he had believed you wouldn’t like animals due to their behavior, yet animals seemed to flock to you in abundance.
It was the middle of the night but you were up and pacing with a tired expression, as if you had no choice but to pace. You had explained it as being similar to how one would rock a child back to sleep paired with a hamster running on a wheel, needing to be in motion to properly return to sleep. No matter how tired you seemed at that moment, you were still pacing with your fingertips ghosting over the surfaces around you.
Chrollo was still adjusting to having his other half and he found himself actually able to sleep more soundly than he had ever been able to before. On nights you had nocturnal disturbances, he would sit up and wait for you to return to bed no matter how long it was likely to take. He had insomnia- which your presence seemed to actually help alleviate- but he needed you in his arms for that to happen.
So now you both were awake and you had yet to stop pacing despite looking as if you would fall asleep standing.
“Do I need to help you burn off energy?”
“I don’t think there’s a way to do that. Not one that my brain will agree with, at least.”
“There’s always intense sex.”
You came to a complete halt mid-step, Chrollo watching the gears in your head turning as you processed what he had said. He hadn’t been so forward with the topic before despite his previous innuendos or light teasing, the suddenness catching you off guard. Chrollo could see the way your Nen responded versus your lack of movement or response as your Nen flared and flicked with indecision.
“Don’t be silly, Chrollo. No one wants that with me. No one wants to put up with me and I haven’t before, so I really doubt it will turn out well.”
“Why do you always assume I will react like others? I want you. Not your mask, just you. I know it makes you nervous and stressed, because you worry it will be like every other time you’ve tried something. You try and then get mocked for your honest attempt. I have no intention of mocking you. Making you delirious with pleasure, maybe, but never to mock you.”
“… Don’t lie to me.”
“I’m not lying. You are a fascinating person, (y/n), why would I ever want to hurt you or mock you?”
“Because that is all everyone wants.”
“I’m not everyone. Hopefully one day you will let me show that to you.”
Warnings; yandere, yandere behavior, yandere temper, Gojo starts to show just what kind of yandere he can be if pushed, reader curses under threat, mild NSFW, dub-con, reader is threatened,
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You sat quietly in your cell, your little curses sleeping on your bed. Technically, you should have been sleeping as well, but your mind was miles away at that moment, thinking of a field at night and the breeze. It had been about two months since you last woke up in your cell, Satoru promising you freedom any day now but you were starting to think it wasn’t going to happen.
He had been teaching you about curses and what sorcerers typically did when they encountered a curse. To some extent, you worried about your own little curses who absolutely adored Satoru but could be so easily hurt by him. Of course, the moment he saw your expression darken, he was trying to insist over and over that your curses were technically “shinigami” so others weren’t going to hurt them but you still worried.
Beyond that, he taught you how to communicate with your pet curses and how to recognize different kinds of cursed energy. Whenever he spoke to you he always seemed to be trying his best to get closer, to rest his hand on your thigh, or your shoulder, to be just a tiny distance away from your lips as he talked. You knew he spoke to you differently than he did with others, hearing the way he spoke to anyone who interrupted the time he spent with you.
Part of you wondered just what made him so sweet to you, hearing him threaten others in a tone he wouldn’t dare use against you. Another part of you didn’t care about the why, just happy to have company in the rather mind-numbingly boring cell. Even after watching all of those B-movies and doing everything you could think about doing, you were bored.
You wanted to go outside and look at the stars, or even call Gojo to your side just to have a bit of company. It was the middle of the night though, you knew he would be off doing whatever it was he did when not around you. He spent the lion’s share of his time with you, even napping on your bed or sleeping beneath the warm kotatsu. So it was almost an odd feeling to not have him around, bothering you or just spending time with you.
He said he had to go work with a student and he would be back later, but knowing him that could be hours from that moment. That is why it surprised you so much when the door swung open and Gojo casually strolled into the room. Something seemed off about him, though you couldn’t place exactly what it was that bothered you.
He walked up to the bars of the cell and grinned, holding up a hand in a casual greeting and swinging the door open with a bit more force than usual. For some reason, your pet curses didn’t swarm to see him, actually staying by your side and staring with large, wary eyes. You began to get the feeling that something was amiss and decided to do a small test of your own just for your mental clarity.
“Gojo-senpai, it’s good to see you.”
“Hey, (y/n)! Just got word you’re being let out of here. Let’s go get some food to celebrate, my treat.”
“Why?”
“Hm? What do you mean, why? You get to go outside for the first time in three months, let’s enjoy it!”
You stared for a long moment at his white hair, noticing the slightest silver sheen to it that made it seem off-color. He stood with his hands in his pockets, but you could have sworn you saw something lining his wrist on the hand he hadn’t lifted. Where the energetic and relaxed way of talking was familiar to you, there was undoubtedly something different about him and it made the hair on the back of your neck stand up.
“Sure, we can enjoy it, but I need to ask you something first.”
“Go ahead.”
“Who are you?”
He seemed shocked for a moment before laughing, seeming as if the action was forced instead of being sincere. His grin felt too stretched and too wide for his face and you could feel your heart rate kick up.
“You know who I am, Gojo Satoru, remember?”
“You are not.”
“Why are you saying this all of a sudden? You’re going to hurt my feelings!”
“Because Gojo-senpai always insists I call him Satoru and will interrupt me mid-sentence to remind me. My curses adore Gojo and will run to see him every time he visits, they are wary of you. Your hair isn’t the same white, more like a gray or silver instead. Even if all of that were corrected, I’ve been here for two months, not three.”
Genuine surprise was on the man’s face before he began to laugh, voice switching to a higher tone and appearance changing. The hair became longer and turned a more steel gray, blindfold falling to reveal bi-colored eyes on a face with now obvious stitches running across his entire body. The grin was too wide and now was twisted in an elated smile that reminded you of a cat who was toying with the terrified prey it had caught.
“And here, I thought you wouldn’t be able to tell the difference! I was actually trying that time, changed my soul and everything. Doesn’t matter, no one’s coming to check on you any time soon, so you’re going to be coming with me anyway!”
The man lunged and you yelped, not expecting him to move half as fast as he did, finding yourself on the other side of your cage within seconds. He glanced around as of confused before looking over his shoulder, catching sight of you and your curses which were now hissing.
How did you get on that side of the cage? You hadn’t moved, so something must have moved you instead.
The feeling of someone leaning over you made you tense up, feeling a warmth against your back. A light and familiar chuckle sounded by your left ear and you glanced to see what looked to be the real Gojo standing with you in a mock embrace. His hands were resting on your hips but his grin seemed strained as if he were fighting a scowl.
“Whew! Good thing I came to check in on you, (y/n)! Let me deal with this intruder.”
As he lifted one hand you were stunned to see a child run past you instead of the man you had been looking at only moments ago.
“I know better than to fight Gojo Satoru! Be seeing you later, (y/n)!”
Instead of pursuing the strange being that had impersonated him, Satoru was actually checking over you as if searching for any sign of injury. His face was oddly serious as he trailed his hands over you, seeming to be a bit too physical in his search as he brushed against your chest and ass multiple times. He seemed to visibly relax when he found no sign of damage and he sighed, standing far too close to you than he already did.
“Good, doesn’t seem like he managed to hurt you.”
“Who was that?”
“A curse of some kind. He was fluent in conversation much like several special grade that have been appearing. Did he say anything to you as to what he was doing or why?”
“No… But he did try to impersonate you. He was too different though and I knew it wasn’t you. When I pointed his flaws out, he just said I would be going with him anyway and tried to grab me.”
Satoru frowned at this and you felt his hands- which had been resting on your hips- suddenly gain a tighter grip.
“You aren’t going anywhere with him, you’re going to be staying by me. I don’t care what those old bastards say, clearly you aren’t dangerous and if you are being targeted, you need to be protected, not caged.”
A yelp escaped your lips as he causally lifted you in his arms, acting as if you weighed no more than a couple of grapes in his hands. Your curses easily raced after him, leaving the cage and the room behind as he took you down numerous halls. Each turn seemed to confuse you more to the layout before you both got to a door that opened without prompting.
Inside was a decently lavish room that had a king sized bed on one side, various other furniture pieces scattered around the large room. It felt far more lived in to you and you realized that this was likely where Gojo stayed, wondering why he brought you here. You had been expecting Satoru to take you to principal Yaga, but clearly he was not going to do that as he placed you on his tall bed.
He gathered up your curses in his arms and carried them to what looked like a door to a bathroom, placing them in the room and closing the door so they couldn’t get out. He then closed the blinds and locked the door before walking back over. Satoru stood between your legs and smiled, rubbing your hips as you felt your body heat up from the attention.
“You seem quite sensitive, or are you just excited to see me?”
“S-Satoru, what are you-?”
“Doing? Well, I figure you don’t want your pet curses watching while I pound you into my bed.”
“Wha- wait! Where did this come from?”
“Hm? I thought I was making myself very clear about my wants and desires for you.”
“When did you decide this?”
“About a week into knowing you, but I’m not a very patient person, and my personality isn’t great either. With that curse trying to steal you away, I realized I don’t like the idea of you belonging to anyone else, so I need to stake my claim.”
“I’m not- I can’t just-”
“You’re so adorable, (y/n). Don’t worry, I guess I’ll have to make love to you another time, right now I want to leave as many marks on you as I can.”
“But I don’t-”
“(Y/n), I know you’ve been watching me as much as I’ve been watching you, right? You stare when I talk, you smile when I come to see you, you could immediately tell a lookalike from how much you’ve been watching me. I’m flattered you care so much about me, besides I haven’t forgotten the ‘You’re beautiful’ comment.”
He lifted up one of your hands and gently kissed it, honestly trying to get you to just accept him already. He wanted to smother you in the extreme adoration he felt inside of him, and only some of it was caused by your cursed energy. He knew your cursed energy was trying to wear him down and make him loyal like your pet curses, but he is smarter and stronger than your pets. Satoru knew and could resist, but upon finding a depth to his affections, he willingly let himself be dragged into your flock of wayward beings.
You had such capability with your unintentional mastery of your cursed energy, the brood of curses you have collected being healed and purified when it was believed such a thing was impossible. Satoru himself had dismissed the idea of gaining curses to fight for a sorcerer with any true loyalty, and here you have fallen right into his lap. An ultimate curse ability all neatly contained within a sweet thing like you, everything he didn’t know he needed right in front of him.
There was no way he would let you just slip through his fingers. It didn’t matter what the old bastards said, he was keeping you. It didn’t matter that you weren’t as obsessed with him as he was, he could teach you to love him. So many feelings he was primarily unfamiliar with suddenly given to him in abundance with the simple entrance of you into his life.
“Let me mark you and claim you, show the whole world you belong to Gojo Satoru. And don’t worry, I’ll only make love to you when you beg me to, that’s a promise you may not want me to keep though.”
“Satoru…”
“Are you going to let me love you, or do I need to get rough?”
You remained silent for a moment and relaxed, no longer nervously trying to stop his hands from wandering over your soft body. Clearly your wordless resignation was all Satoru needed as he began exploring you more thoroughly, hips teasingly moving against your own. There was a clear firmness pressing against your clothed sex making you gasp and mewl, much to Satoru’s delight.
You gasped as he pulled his blindfold off, his bright blue eyes glinting like gemstones in the low light of the room. Again you found yourself captivated by the beautiful man who just smiled at your awed expression. Honestly, you didn’t expect this from Satoru, always believing he was already in a relationship and just couldn’t gauge personal space well. Now he ran his hands under your shirt and slowly pushed it up, trailing soft kisses over your exposed skin.
His lips were plush and gentle as he practically dragged himself up your body, his hands smothering your soft breasts as he fully removed your shirt. Even with a bra on, you felt the warmth of his hands which marveled and caressed your gentle body. The way Satoru was acting gave you the impression that he had been waiting for this, for a moment to have you all to himself like this.
His insatiable lips mouthing at your soft skin as he occassionally let his tongue swipe at your body for a taste. It was clear that he at least knew what he was doing, feeling your own body heat up in response to his actions. Though you wouldn’t admit it, you could feel your body aching for something more than the slow way Satoru trailed over your skin and sucked a new dark mark into your flesh with every other kiss. He was intentionally putting on a show for you, being louder than he needed to be in his worshipping of your body.
You couldn’t stop the way your hips began to move against his slow grinding, feeling that big, thick rod slide over your clothed pussy despite the layers of clothes between. As Satoru made his way to your perked breasts, he tugged slightly at your bra. As if debating what he wanted to do with it, he pondered in silence before you felt the clasp pop loose, easily pulling the offending cloth away from what he so desperately wanted to suck on.
Your soft chest jiggled and you tried to cover your exposed chest instinctually. You had barely moved and Satoru already had both of your hands pinned on the bed using one hand to hold them in place. With lazy strokes of his tongue he slowly dragged that slick warmth over your sensitive nipples, grinning as you mewled oh so sweetly.
He latched his mouth onto the nipple of your breast, sucking almost harshly as you whimpered and gasped. The slow grinding of his hips paired with the intense way he sucked caused a cascade of noises from your lips, trying to press yourself closer to his grinding hips.
“A-ah! Satoru..!”
He chuckled softly, allowing his lips to pop off of your warm breast, grinning like a devil up at you.
“That’s it… Just keep calling for me darling. Scream for me. Tell everyone who is making you feel so damn good.”
He switched breasts and you couldn’t stop the way your breath hitched and gasped oh so sweetly. You were moaning and whimpering in increasing volume before Satoru pulled away, confusing you slightly.
“I told you, I won’t get to fill you up until you beg me to. But, I am tempted to ask if you’ll ride my face for now~”
Cursed Blessing- pt 5 (Yandere!Sukuna x Reader x Yandere!Yuji)
Warnings; yandere, two yandere in one spot will argue, shared body experience, arguing, dual yandere tempers, most curses know better but not all, threats, death threats, reader is threatened, adrenaline is one hell of a drug, reader injury, blood, comfort, dreamverse NSFW, everyone is of age, non-con, dub-con, voyeurism, oral, full yandere awakening, vaginal,
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‘You still trying to ignore me?’
'Shut up.’
'You’re just mad you didn’t get to feel it.’
'I told you to shut up.’
'What?Don’t want me to explain how nice and snug her cute pussy is while stretched around my big cock. Or how she moans when you lick her-’
'Shut up already! Stop talking about my Blessing that way!’
There was a moment of silence as Yuji realized what he had accidentally called you and it truly scared him. He was starting to talk about you like Sukuna did and he was terrified at the concept of becoming identical to the curse king. But… He was being honest when he thought of you as an absolute blessing in his life.
Even with everything he went through, from bearing Sukuna as an internal curse to having so many of his morals called into question, you were the one thing that remained constant. You saw Yuji as different from Sukuna where so many others thought he was just a monster lying in wait. Every ounce of pain Yuji experienced due to being a sorcerer all seemed worth it so long as he could talk to you once it was all over.
You reminded him that not all was bad in the world, some good things still existed despite the pain the world brought. Everything he needed, you already were. All that he knew was that you were good and he… Well, he was trying to be good.
'Your blessing, eh? Sorry, Brat, but she is mine. I’m only sharing with you because I need your body. She’s attracted to the me inside of you, not you, never forget that.’
'She likes me more than she likes you! I don’t force her to do anything she doesn’t want to-’
'Oh? Doesn’t want to? Next time she is dreaming, I’ll drag you along. That way, you can see how she rides my cock and mewls for more when I fuck her senseless. She struggled at first, sure, but now she is nice and compliant for me. Laying under me and letting me fuck her juicy tits all while I cum in her warm little mouth, watching her drink down my cum is truly something to see.’
'Shut up! Keep going and I’ll-’
“Yuji?”
Yuji snapped out of his internal dialogue, noticing you smiling in an amused way at him which sent his stomach fluttering. You chuckled when you saw his bewildered expression as if he had forgotten where he was and what he was doing. The two of you stood outside of an abandoned school, having a relatively easy assignment of dealing with a small handful of curses that took up residence in the building.
Though Yuji was well equipped enough to deal with curses of all classification, you were still uncertain about your ability to deal with curses alone. Of course Yuji was the first to volunteer to show you the ropes, after all, there is no better way to show mastery than teaching someone else. Gojo- for what it is worth- was actually trying to help Yuji with his obvious crush on you, so he gave the okay for you and Yuji to go together.
Everyone was actually interested in you and Yuji getting together, all trying to push the two of you into a pair at any opportunity. It seemed as if everyone was aware of how Yuji felt about you, everyone other than you, that is. You remained blissfully unaware of the feelings he harbored for you, believing it was just Yuji being the kind guy he was by trying to make up for Sukuna’s behavior towards you.
True, it hadn’t stopped Sukuna from coming to you in your sleeping state- always indulging more and more in the physical pleasure he got from you. To some extent, you had actually given up in fighting back against the king of curses, just wanting to rest. He was far more gentle with you not resisting than he was on the times you fought back. You had learned that it wasn’t just dreams when you woke up with one of the bite marks he had left still on your shoulder. There was no one to protect you in your sleep, so you knew you had no chance of actually fighting back.
The easy way out was the one that meant you got more rest, so it was the one you chose.
Even with your training in handling cursed objects and in using your cursed energy, you were nowhere near the same level as Sukuna. Every night was a pointed reminder of that fact.
While you were awake, you at least got to spend time with Yuji who was clearly able to keep the curse at bay, if only for the time you were conscious. Yuji worked hard to protect you and to teach you about cursed energy, trying to train you to protect yourself. Perhaps one day, you will even be strong enough to fend off Sukuna’s advances.
“Yuji, did you forget already? We’re here to look for some curses, not day dream!”
“Right, right. Sorry. Let’s search this place. It would be better for us to stay together.”
“But if we split up, we can cover more ground.”
“No,” Yuji snapped before calming himself, “always better to stick in a group with curses. Besides, I don’t want you to get hurt, you are new to these things.”
“I guess.”
You followed Yuji inside of the building, a vague shiver making its way down your spine as you got the faint feeling of being watched. Clutching your cursed weapon tightly, you made sure to glance around just in case the curse tried to get the drop on you. Making your way through the abandoned halls with Yuji had you jumping at almost everything, feeling your anxiety running rampant as you tried to keep yourself calm.
When you got to the top floor and hadn’t found a single curse you felt confused, wondering just where all of the cursed energy could have possibly been coming from. Of course, as soon as you realized how quiet it was, a curse came screeching out of the darkness towards Yuji. The odd thing surprised you and you were faintly glad that Yuji was there to help as he cut down the beast without hesitation, two more joining in the battle.
You prepared to jump in and help Yuji before a sudden bang made you yelp, fumbling with the weapon as you tried to turn to see what made the sound. Behind you loomed a rather large six-legged beast, slavering jaws wide open and tongue extended towards you. You were so shocked you couldn’t even lift your weapon in time, but before the beast could snap its jaws shut, something startled it.
The misplaced and misshapen eyes along the creature’s hide were all staring directly at you, wide and fixated even as the creature took several steps back. As you found the will to tighten your grip on your weapon and strike, a long oddly flesh colored spike speared the beast right through the center.
All you could do was stand in shock as the beast fell to pieces and disappeared right before your eyes.
What stood behind the beast was an unusual looking man with bi-colored eyes and stitches lining his entire body. His wild Grey hair was pulled into three clumps at the end of the strands, making an oddly asymmetrical appearance. He was grinning wide as if he had just found the most amusing thing he could imagine standing in front of him.
As the spike retracted and changed shape, you realized that the spike was actually the man’s arm, falling at his side as it returned to normal. Something about this… Thing… Felt horribly off and unnatural, making you feel as if you were staring into the open maw of some demented demon that sought to swallow you whole. From behind you came a voice you recognized but had never heard use such a vicious tone.
“You.”
The sheer hate in such a normally kind voice made you turn on instinct, seeing what you never thought you would see. Yuji looked as if he had lost all sense of self, eyes blazing with molten fury and body tensed with the need to kill. You only realized your careless mistake when you felt a sharp edge rest against your throat, your weapon twisting out of your hand and both wrists pulled together behind your back.
Of course! That was why he felt so wrong when you first saw him, the man was a curse. The most human looking curse you had ever seen but still a curse.
“Yuji~ Happy to see me again? This is a familiar scene, isn’t it? Someone you care about, captive in the hands of a curse, and you can’t do a single think to save them. Junpei might remember- oh, he can’t, can he?”
“Let her go.”
“I don’t think so. Maybe I’ll turn her into one of my puppets too, then you’ll have to fight her! Would you be able to kill her to free her from my grasp?”
“Don’t you fucking dare!”
“How about you switch out with Sukuna? I might consider letting her go then.”
Yuji stared at the man and you could feel the sheer hate he felt for the curse that held you and gleefully taunted him. A kind of pain buzzed in the back of your mind as if your very being was being squeezed and held in the hand of a monster. Your heart raced and panic began to slowly bubble in your brain, leaving you doing your absolute best to stay calm even though the outcome was grim at best for you.
“You should know better than to try and play with me, fool.”
The low slithered voice made you snap to attention, seeing the scrawling black ink along Yuji’s body and the crimson eyes that haunted you every night. Had Yuji actually willingly switched out with Sukuna? Why in the hell would he do something like that? Of course, the curse said he would consider letting you go if he did as he was told. Did you really matter so much to Yuji that he was willing to release the king of curses to try and get you back?
“King Sukuna, I-”
“Shut the hell up and hand her over, now. Keep trying to test me and I will ensure you die here.”
“Listen to my proposal and I will let her go.”
“Do you really think you are in a place to bargain with me?”
“With her soul nice and warm in my hands, I think I’m in a fine place to bargain.”
Despite the conversation going on between the two curses, you could barely focus on them as your blood roared in your ears. The panic inside of you was becoming stronger and you were struggling to keep yourself contained, feeling the slight bite of that edge dance against your soft throat. You really hadn’t been this close to death before, the clammy and moist breath against your neck leaving a sickening wet feel to your skin.
What was this creep going to force Yuji into? You couldn’t let that happen! Yuji tries so hard to be a good person and this curse was trying to undermine Yuji by appealing to Sukuna.
You could only see one way to stop this from happening.
With a steadying breath you wrenched your body forward, feeling the blade slice along your throat. You didn’t really feel that much pain, even as you felt warmth coat your chest and blood fill your mouth.
Clearly the two curses had not expected this from you as the one holding you tried to withdraw his blade, only making the cut deeper in his effort to stop you from hurting yourself. Even as you fell to the cold tile flooring beneath you, there was little to no pain, in fact, you really didn’t feel anything at all. There was no pain or fear, no pounding heartbeat or cold tile, just numbness as you watched the deep crimson spread beneath you.
The very faint sound of squelching meat met your ears and an arm flew off to land near you, scuttling away and pulling itself along with its fingers. The sound didn’t last long before that too was gone and the only thing you had left was your blurring vision. Everything moved and cartwheeled above you as your closing eyes met four crimson orbs, a light filling your vision as you spun away from consciousness.
Sukuna cursed angrily to himself as he sealed the deep cut that had marred your soft throat, using reverse cursed techniques to heal you. Luckily, he stopped himself in time to get to you before you died, pulling himself away from the heap of flesh that was the other curse’s body. If you had died he would have… Well, he didn’t really want to face that reality and thankfully he didn’t need to as you lay in his arms, still alive for the time being.
What in the hell were you thinking, doing something stupid like that? Why had you even done it? Sukuna had everything under control, damn it!
He sighed as he stood with you in his arms, willingly returning control to Yuji who panicked upon seeing your shallow breaths and bloodied skin. You had lost a lot of blood, but thankfully not enough to kill you. Yuji still picked you up and rushed out of the building, figuring that the best thing for you would be to get a blood transfusion and rest. Naturally, Yuji was practically snapping at Sukuna due to the fact that you had gotten hurt.
'What the hell!? I thought you were going to handle it!’
'I was! (Y/n) decided she was going to deal with it before I could.’
'Did you at least kill that bastard?’
'It was kill him or let her die, I want my Blessing to live.’
Despite the way Yuji wanted to scream his frustrations, he stayed calm and held you close, helping you support your head and making sure you were comfortable. He needed to make sure you would live, not wanting to think about what he would do if you had died. Getting you into the vehicle that waited for the two of you was easy as Yuji ensured to bark the order to hurry to get you care.
He didn’t know what happened that led to you being so injured and soaked in your own blood, but all he could do was blame himself. If he had just attacked instead of letting that damned curse touch you, maybe you wouldn’t have been hurt. Yuji wouldn’t be able to live with himself if you died, all that mattered now was keeping you alive.
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“What the hell?”
“I told you, next time I would bring you along.”
Your eyes slowly opened and you saw you were in Sukuna’s domain again. The last thing you remembered was wilfully throwing yourself away for Yuji’s sake and then everything going dark. It was easy to gather that you were still alive, finding yourself in the unfortunately familiar place.
Not too far from you, Sukuna stood, but to your surprise he wasn’t alone. Next to him was a strung up and naked Yuji who was tightly bound and immobile, but something about him seemed different from Sukuna’s usual tricks. Sukuna had created a fake Yuji many times and had even ticked you with them several times. Sometimes the Yuji he would create would be cruel and vicious, other times the created Yuji would be sweet and affectionate. You wondered what this one would be.
As you mused and watched the strung up Yuji struggle, you felt as if the one you were looking at was actually really convincing and seemed just like the real Yuji. Your distraction meant that you hadn’t noticed Sukuna move until you felt the large hands lay over your waist. There was only a split second to struggle before you were suddenly right in front of Yuji, those hands sliding up to your soft chest and keeping you caged to the muscular form.
“I didn’t appreciate that stunt you pulled, (y/n).”
“I didn’t do it for you.”
Your retort seemed to actually bother the king, his eyes narrowing before you felt your clothes ripped off of your body. A hiss of pain escaped your lips as you found yourself splayed out on the skulls with your hands chained down from beneath the alabaster white bones. Sukuna kneeled next to you and held one of your thighs so your soft pussy was exposed to the bound Yuji. A faint embarrassment built inside of you even though you figured he was just another one of Sukuna’s mind games.
Sukuna let his nails shorten as he trailed a hand down your front, coming up to cup your heat and slowly drag his fingers through your soft lips. A gasp hitched your throat and you bit your lip, humiliation burning at your skin as you felt yourself become wet almost immediately. Your body knew the routine well and clearly chose obeying Sukuna instead of you every time he came to you in your dreams.
“There we go… Good girl. Getting nice and soaked for me.”
He chuckled in that low drone, glancing at the bound Yuji before back at you, a sly grin pulling at his lips.
“Do you know how much this brat thinks about you? The way he wants to see you cry from overstimulation as he feasts on your soft pussy. He lusts so deeply for you, I would feel badly if I actually cared.”
A low cackle escaped him, those gleaming red eyes of his just dancing with amusement. He seemed to weigh his thoughts for a moment, once again glancing at Yuji and then at you before the skull pile began to shift. You found yourself on a kind of pedestal or sacrificial altar, your limbs secured down in a spread eagle position. Yuji was now in a kneeling position due to his binds, right between your legs with his face almost level to your exposed heat.
“I can be such a gracious curse, I’ll even share with my vessel. He’s been wishing to eat up your sweet pussy for so long, he can put that obnoxious mouth to good use.”
Sukuna stood behind Yuji and lifted one foot, planting it between Yuji’s shoulder blades and shoving Yuji’s face into your soft pussy. You whined and struggled as you felt Yuji trying to pull away before he flashed his tongue out to lightly prod at you. As if a switch had been pulled Yuji stopped struggling, now passionately digging his outstretched tongue into your soaked folds.
He got one taste and his need overtook him, now thrusting that tongue into your warm and slick entrance, smacking his lips loudly. Yuji snorted and moaned into your now dripping pussy, trying to push his mouth deeper into you and groaning in euphoria. Each moan or gasp from you made his extremely erect cock twitch in anticipation, straining up in a desperate plea to be buried inside of you.
Sukuna just laughed, watching Yuji helplessly feast on you like a feral beast that so desperately needed to slurp your slick up. The best part for him was that keening moan that burst past your lips as your orgasm was wrenched from you by those incessant lips mouthing at your pussy. Yuji whined and tried to straighten up, to level your gushing pussy with his aching cock so he could satisfy every craving, but Sukuna was not that kind.
Instead, Sukuna once again strung Yuji up, now above you so you could see the way the precum dripped from that painfully erect length, dribbling onto your stomach. Without warning or preparation, Sukuna started inching his way into you, your slick walls hugging and welcoming him into your sensitive body. You let out a high yelping whine from the sudden intrusion, gasping as he pulled back only to ram inside of you again repeatedly.
There was no stopping your moans now, your body already deep within Sukuna’s control and begging for some release, hips moving with his own. You gasped and mewled as he easily hit each sweet spot inside of you, sending shivers through your entire body. That coil of pressure built up with intense clarity inside of you, growing with the push and pull of Sukuna’s thick cock inside of you. He rest his palm flat on your stomach and slowly pressed down, making that coil of pleasure wind up almost painfully as you nearly wailed from the sensation taking over.
“Look at her, Yuji! Look at the way she screams from my cock fucking her senseless! Look at her!”
You were consumed with pleasure and didn’t care what Sukuna was saying at that moment, focused only on the way he speared into you. As that coil snapped and seared bliss directly into your brain, you screamed out and felt your entire body jerk with the pleasure flowing through you. The faint sensation of hot ropes of cum filling you up and painting your insides white made you wail as you own orgasm was prolonged by the stimulation. A wetness splattered against your chest and Sukuna cackled in an almost crazed way.
“Couldn’t keep yourself from cumming after seeing her squirt so beautifully from my cock, eh? Pathetic. Can’t even keep yourself under control because you want to fuck her so badly. Just seeing her cum and hearing her moan made you bust a nut like this? Yet you call me fucked up.”
You were too fried to really comprehend what Sukuna was saying or who he was saying it to, feeling oddly full with his cum sloshing around inside of you. Due to Sukuna’s cock buried in you, none of the cum could leak out of you making you feel almost bloated. Of course, Sukuna wasn’t done with you yet.
As he began moving again you let your mind run off to a better place, hoping you could actually feel rested when you awoke.
Question for y'all Lovies; which of my Yandere OCs do you vibe with the most and why? Any random head cannons y'all have for them? Submissions, fan-art, tagging me, anything. I love to hear your thoughts on them and I would love to reblog anything y'all feel like sharing
Warnings; corruption kink, yandere, mention of nsfw, pillow talk, fluff, morality is questioned, lighthearted conversation about deep topics, deep Stockholm syndrome, mention of kidnapping, mention of addiction,
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“Why do I have to have a conscience?”
Chrollo’s lazily stroking hand paused abruptly at your question, clearly caught off guard. He was quick to compose himself and return to those soothing motions as he lightly kissed your shoulder.
“What do you mean, Love?”
“I always feel so badly for people who get caught in the crossfire, why? Why do I feel badly for them? You don’t… So why can’t I just stop caring?”
You must have loved catching him by surprise, posing such pointed questions with a tone as detached as his own. Where you once put up emotional walls, you now spoke about your differences like a simple question of the weather outside. It was clear that you had become accustomed to Chrollo deconstructing every sentence and planning accordingly to best pry into your mind. He was insatiable when it came to understanding how you think and operate on a deeply personal level. Now you just presented him this information freely and sought to understand how hethinks.
Truly, you always reminded Chrollo what a wonderful find you are. So innocent to the pain and bloodshed needed to survive in a dangerous world like the one he lived in.
“Because, you grew up in a world where mercy and kindness was met with gratitude, and in my world it meant getting your throat slit at night by the same person you ‘helped’.”
“Why do I love you more than I feel pity for them?”
This made a soft chuckle hum through his chest, pressed up against your back with your bodies still so close together beneath the blankets. He kissed a lazy trail up your neck and moved his arms to wrap around you fully, hands that had killed more people than you had met in your life caressing you with reverence.
“Because you’re in my world now, and you’re learning how to adapt to it. You are doing an excellent job at adapting though.”
“Well, you make it easy to do.”
“Glad to be of assistance to you.”
“You’re more than that to me.”
“Such high praise, don’t you think?”
“I think you’re deserving of it.”
“I’m not, Darling. You know what I have done and I regret none of it. It has shaped me into who I am and it has led to me meeting you, the only one I can ever truly be with. The only one I can see myself with for however long or short my life may be… I am certainly not deserving of your praise.”
“But you’re going to accept it anyway.”
“Well,” Chrollo chuckled softly, “you’re not wrong.”
His lips slowly trailed over your shoulder and you mewled, feeling a warmth in your stomach. How could this man have enraptured you so? Regardless of the things he did, you wanted little more than to spend as much time with him as possible. He seemed to be in agreement with the notion, seeing as anywhere he went, you went too. Even as the two of you curled up in bed, any way he could touch you was pursued, leaving you entangled together with him touching as much of your body as he possibly could.
Your touch was addictive to him and no matter how recently he may have bedded you, he always found himself craving more. Your soft skin against his was his drug of choice and your lips were just one way he could get that drug he so painfully needed. He even had gone as far as to kidnap you when he realized he didn’t want to live his life without you in it. The way you had fought him for so long and so hard only made this affectionate moment taste sweeter to his twisted mind.
Your bodies conforming perfectly together in a full-hearted embrace after he had indulged in the sound of your moans and the taste of your lips. He knew that even if he had grown up on nothing and indulged in everything in adulthood, you were worth it all. Chrollo would trade every trinket, book, and forbidden knowledge he had gained just to keep you by his side in life and in death.
“Something wrong?”
Chrollo asked, noticing your slight shiver and pulling up the blankets to cover you both and retain warmth.
“Just a little cold.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll keep you warm.”
“I know you will,” you smiled and pressed against him happily, “can we stay like this for a bit..? You always know how to wear me out.”
“Of course we can. Whatever you want, love.”
You smiled at this, closing your eyes and letting Chrollo return to slowly stroking your sides as you began to drift to sleep. This was bliss to him, laying by your side with you so affectionately adoring him in every way. The ends justified the means to Chrollo and there was nothing else he could possibly want more than these moments with you.
