Imma Keep This Here..

My god yes🥹🫠🫠

it’s him, it’s fanfic!eren

Pornstar!Dabi (Touya Todoroki) x female reader

⇢ word count: roughly 7K

⇢ plot: as a broke student, you sign up for an assistant job at a movie set. It turns out the job is more than you bargained for.

⇢ warnings: 18+, minors DNI, swearing, size kink, pierced big-cock Touya, fingering, cunnilingus (f receiving), multiple orgasms, loss of virginity, overstimulation, exhibitionism (sex in front of other people (movie set)), creampie, sweet aftercare

⇢ personal note: thank you @/blankexpressions-and-falsefires for bring my beta again! As for what you're all about to read – I have no regrets. Virgin kink goes brrr

"College has always been so crucial, such an essential part of what measures a person’s worth and determines their future."

They say college life is quite challenging. That it can help you come to realize your potential, that you learn more about yourself while in it. That the challenges you experience in university help you grow into a mature person in society.

You have several challenges to face. There's the problem that you focus entirely too much on your studies. In some ways, it’s to secure your future and to compensate for your lack of private life. In other ways, it makes you, because of inexperience, too naive for your own good. Or, as your friends have called it: too innocent. You've never had anyone touch you, never been with anyone in that way. Thus, you never get the hint when someone hits on you or finds you attractive. You have excellent grades – but unlike many of your peers, you’re still a virgin. 

Another challenge you are facing is that you aren't wealthy. One semester into your studies, you are closer to the end than you expected. Leaving your landlord's buro, you take a few steps before coming to a halt and close your eyes as if to gain some semblance of composure. You're broke and desperately need money to cover your rent and living expenses. The bank isn't going to give you another loan, and you find yourself on the verge of having to leave college without a family to support your education.

They say you have to fail first to be successful in the future. But you are beyond failing – you are simply screwed. 

You are very aware of your financial predicament. And you loathe having to live day to day on just pennies. To put it short—you are sick of being a broke-ass, loser virgin.

You sigh. 

Giving up is not a choice. So you do the next best thing: grab life by the horns and start looking for a job. Searching under your bed, clothing pockets, and between couch cushions, you scrounge up enough money to get a local newspaper. In its classified ads, only a few offers deem themselves feasible with your busy school schedule: a late-night shift at a local diner, pizza delivery, or a job doing telemarketing. None of those sound too appealing, but there might not be a choice. Then, your gaze stops at an offer that sounds too good. A movie company is looking for a production assistant on a film set; you don't need prior experience, work hours are during the weekends, and pay is double what the other jobs offer.

You don’t think before hastily grabbing your phone, punching in the number, and waiting while the dial tone rings.

After a distinct click over the other line, a man hisses, "Shimura?"

"Uhm, hi. I- I am calling about the assistant job offer. I was wondering—"

"You're hired. Tomorrow at 5 pm," the man at the other end interrupts in an annoyed tone.

He rattles off the address as you fumble around for a pen, hastily writing it down when you find it.

Before you can reply, he finishes with Don't be late and hangs up unceremoniously.

You exhale, realizing you’ve been holding your breath since he started speaking.

What the hell just happened? 

***

The path to the location is littered with brown leaves, and you struggle to keep from slipping as you walk toward the building. The address given to you is an old warehouse on the edge of town. Its monotonous, featureless walls covered in graffiti make it feel abandoned. There are no visible signs that anything is happening inside at all.

As you walk across the parking lot, you start to see small indications of life: fancy cars—far too fancy for this area- and sensual music permeating through the corrugated steel walls. 

You weren’t sure how to dress for a job you knew nothing about, so you opted for blue jeans, a white blouse, and pointy shoes with heels. Your hair is tied into a neat ponytail, and simple smokey eyes complete the look. 

You aim for a large steel door that the cars are all parked close to. As you lift your head, you take in the old brick building you are standing in front of, lined with large casement metal windows. 

There is a single doorbell, no name on it, and you hesitate before inhaling and pressing it with the tip of your finger.

You hear a clicking sound, and then the heavy door swings inwards. 

Alright, here goes nothing.

***

The set is surprisingly professional—like a luxurious bedroom sliced in half. A row of chairs faces the set on a concrete floor behind multiple cameras and some sound equipment, with the crew standing around talking.

The producer, Tenko, as he introduces himself to you–with tufts of pale hair and seemingly chronic dry lips in dire need of some chapstick – explains that your job will consist of helping around the set, distributing beverages, and handing out the script. Simple work you could do. After introducing you to the crew, he hands you a stack of papers, instructing you to pass them out.

Then you see her—the actress. She is gorgeous, dressed in an ivory-colored silk robe. Her hair is the color of the sun. Her skin is flawless and tanned, and her body is perfect- although almost definitely sculpted by a professional surgeon.

"Where the fuck is he?" You hear Tenko grumble, pulling a phone from his pocket, thumb tapping against the screen.

A flurry of activity breaks your concentration. A door flies open, and a man strides through—the leading actor, you gather, from how everyone else suddenly perks up.

"Fucking finally," the pale-haired director groans, tucking his cell back into the pocket of his jacket.

The man's hair is coal-colored, falling in messy strands into his face. His eyes remind you of the bright ocean, almost glowing in the dim light of the set. His sharp lips pull into a wide grin, his canines peeking out. He is casually dressed, wearing a pair of dark, ripped jeans and a white t-shirt, allowing you to notice just how well-toned his arms are. He is handsome, with delicate yet masculine features and sharp angles set in his face. His eyes are heavy-lidded, and his thin lips form a troublesome grin when his eyes meet yours. 

Shit. 

He holds your gaze before dragging his sinfully blue eyes over your figure and looking away again. Your heart skips a beat because even in the low light, you can see that the actor is incredibly hot. Totally your type. You can't help but stare at him, watching how he moves, the way his muscles ripple under the thin fabric of his shirt, the way his thighs bulge in his tight pants. 

Speaking of bulge. 

It's the biggest one you've ever seen, and the sight of it sends a pang straight to your core. Your cheeks heat up automatically. 

Stop it!

You curse inwardly a few times for thinking lewd thoughts on a professional movie set.

But—you can't help it. He just looks too handsome. It stirs something inside of you you've never felt before. You sigh, knowing that this man has already made his way into your dreams, but in the end, they’ll stay just that— dreams. 

Someone like him would never want to lay a hand on you.

As he approaches the stage, the man stops dead in his tracks, staring at the actress with a bored expression. 

“Not her again.” You hear him groan.

The actress snaps her head around, a stunned expression on her face. “Pardon me?”

"The script calls for an innocent girl." The actor deadpans. "No one's gonna believe that with you in the female role."

The actress jumps to her feet. “How dare you talk about me like that!”

Tenko hisses, “Didn't you read the script? You would have known you film with her today, Touya—"

“I told you not to use my real name on set,” he says with a blase, somewhat impatient gaze.

“And I told you not to let out your frustration on the set, Dabi.” The director retorts.

“Frustration caused by your actions.” Dabi deadpans.

You hold your breath as your eyes dart from the director to Dabi and back to the actress. The rest of the crew acts like this is an everyday commotion on the set. 

“This is not a request— I'm not doing the scene with her, " Dabi says, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

The actress jumps from her chair, visibly outraged, as her cheeks flare red with anger. “You're such a dick!”

“Yeah, you're right. But I’m the best dick in the industry.” He turns around, a sardonic finality in his tone.

You stare at the scene before you, the forgotten papers clutched tightly to your chest. The blonde woman stares at the dark-haired man, infuriated. 

“So, it's either me—or her.” Dabi addresses Tenko, who isn't even trying to de-escalate the situation. “That's my final say.”

“I can't believe you're doing this to me!" The woman wails exaggeratedly.

"Sweetheart, we need someone who conveys innocence. Not some chick as fake-looking as you," Dabi purrs with false care. “Go carry your plastic off the stage already.”

Tenko scratches his neck in annoyance. He watches as the actress slings an array of profanities at Dabi before storming off with quick strides toward the door, slamming it shut behind her.

The dark-haired man stands at ease, reaching into his pants pocket to retrieve a cigarette, lighting it, and taking a deep drag. “Thank god she's gone. What were you thinking, Tenko?”

“Dabi, she's the most requested—” 

“I don't give a fuck.” he runs a free hand through his dark bangs. “She sucks.”

You listen to them bicker, getting more confused by the second. 

“So—what do you expect me to do now?” Tenko's scratching increases as he starts pacing up and down the set. “Production costs will double if we cut and pick things up on a different day. Not to mention the cost of finding a new replacement.”

He jumps off his chair, pacing around the set. Then he grumbles, “We’ll take a ten-minute break. I need to come up with a solution or else—”

“We need someone Pretty, no makeup, normal clothes.” Dabi suggests, "That won't be too expensive. Someone who looks undefiled, innocent.” Dabi's gaze wanders across the room. “Like a student or something.”

Then he sees you, and a smirk tugs at his lips. His stunning sapphire eyes look you up and down. You swallow hard, your shaking hands almost crumpling the papers in their tight grip.

"Like her." Teal eyes narrow as they focus on you. 

You blink back at him dumbly, the room around you completely silent.

"Me?" You answer, his words catching you off guard.

"Yep. You." Dabi's smirk returns, a playfulness in his eyes. 

The director stares at you with the same baffled expression written on your face. "Her?"

"Yep. Her." His grin widens.

"B-But, I can't!" You counter. " I'm a simple student, not an actress—"

"That's exactly what we need." The twinkle in his eyes is still there, "And you have a pussy, don't you?"

"Yes, I—” You catch yourself, your cheeks flaring hot. “W- What does that even have to do with this movie?"

Suddenly, the room goes alive with murmurs and whispers.

Dabi quirks a brow. "You're telling me you don't know?"

"Don't know what?" You helplessly look around.

The dark-haired man turns to his director, "You didn't tell her?!"

Tenko mumbles something about how you would have found out eventually. 

Dabi steps toward you and crosses his arms in front of his chest. "Doll, this is an adult film set."

"A what?" You dumbly blink at him.

"An adult film set. You know, where people fuck." He leans forward, deep azures sparkling salaciously. "You know how fucking works, don't you?"

"Yes, I mean—in theory?" A heat washes over your face and flushes down your entire body.

"Yes or no. What is it?" Dabi asks teasingly, raising an eyebrow.

The heat in your face has reached the tip of your ears as you stammer. "It's none of your business."

He steps even closer. "C’mon, sweetheart, tell us."

He smirks, eyes narrowing as he leans closer. He looks at your lips, then back at your eyes. You can smell him with how close he is leaning in. His deep, masculine scent surrounds you, sending a jolt of heat straight through your core. Even though your mind wants to scream at him, to tell him off, you hear a timid voice whisper, "I’ve used my fingers? Maybe some toys?"

It is your voice.

"You're telling me you've never done it with another person?" This time, it is Dabi’s turn to sound baffled as he leans back, taking you in. "That you're a virgin."

"I-I…" You stammer, swallowing dryly.

Looking over his shoulders, he calls over to his director, "It'll break records if we film this. You're aware of that, right?"

"I am." Tenko snaps, scratching at his neck irritably, "You don't need to tell me."

"Ok, then it's a deal.” He nods towards you. “I want her—or I'm leaving."

"You little piece of—" Tenko growls. "That's extortion."

"You won't regret it," Dabi says, shrugging nonchalantly.

"Shouldn’t I have a say on this too?" You ask, but both men ignore your words.

"Ok, it's a deal," Tenko murmurs. "How much do we pay her?"

Dabi turns his gaze back to you. "You need money, right? Or else you wouldn't be here.”

"That’s none of your business."

"C'mon, sweetheart, This is your chance."

“Yes, I mean… " a sound of annoyance bubbles up your throat. "I can't afford my rent anymore, and my landlord will kick me out if I don't pay up soon."

“I sense an opportunity here," Dabi smirks. "Tenko, how much will you pay her if she agrees to do this with me?"

"How much do you want?" Tenko asks you.

“I-I don't know. I've never thought about it." You shyly add.

"Pay her rent plus an allowance," Dabi suggests. "Tenko, you know she's worth it."

"That’s too m—" You swallow hard.

Tenko mumbles disgruntledly: "OK, I'll do it.” 

“You what?" His words leave you stunned.

Dabi interrupts quickly. "What he's saying, sweetheart, is that he'll pay for your rent - if you let me fuck you.”

His lewd words and the deep blue pools of his stunning eyes send a flutter through your stomach. 

“In front of all these people?!" 

“That's what porn is all about, doll.” Dabi chuckles, studying your reaction.

You swallow hard.

"So? What's it gonna be?" He cocks his head, waiting. 

You have always prioritized safety, so common sense tells you to stick to your usual way of life. However, look where common sense has led you: You're almost broke and may need to drop out of college. 

This could be a bad decision. But, it's time to throw safety to the sea.

"OK, I'll do it," you proclaim, and a round of applause and cheers erupt on the set while Dabi nods appreciatively.

“Congratulations, you're hired. Now, get ready before I change my mind.” Tenko waves a hand. “We still have a movie to film here.”

Your heart starts to race, a crushing weight bearing down on your chest. But you know that you have no choice. It's either a free porn loan—or being a forced college dropout. Taking a deep breath, you ball your hands into fists, trying to ignore the signs of panic your body is giving you.

"Okay, everyone, resume positions. And hand her the script.” Tenko moves to his chair, sitting down in it. “Let's do the first take." 

"Hold on," Dabi says. "Why not do it a bit differently this time? No script, no acting— just raw footage. The whole thing.”

“You mean a one-shot film?” Tenko looks surprised. “I suppose that would work. Especially with a new actress.”

“Are you okay with that, doll?” Dabi smiles at you, and there's a warmth in his voice that wasn't there before.

“Do I have a choice?” you sigh.

“Not really.” He winks.

"Are you two lovebirds done flirting over there? " Tenko asks, " Because we're ready to film.”

“We weren't flir—” you protest, but Dabi bridges the distance between you.

"So, sweetheart?" He leans in, his face hovering close, sharing a breath with you. "How are you feeling about being fucked on camera?"

“Nervous.” you bite your lips, your face starting to burn.

"Doll, don't be; just focus on me," he soothes, stroking your cheek. “Forget about everyone else; I'll take care of you.”

He takes your hand and pulls you towards the bedroom set.

“Quiet!” Tenko raises a hand, and complete silence falls over the set as the crew prepares to film you both. 

Tenko calls out a set of commands, which different crew members around the room answer.

“Sound?”

“Set.”

“Camera?”

“Set.”

“Roll sound.”

“Sound rolling.”

“Roll camera.” 

“Camera Speed.” 

“Marker.”

A man with a clapper board enters the scene and calls, "Scene one. Take—uhm— whatever." 

Dabi nods, and that is the cue. The lights dim, and the cameras vanish into the darkness; only the red lights betray their existence. 

You glance around, your stomach in knots, as you realize that this is no game, that this is it. The only thing visibly lit was the bed standing a few feet away. The crew's faces are barely visible as everyone watches you, the man behind the camera tilting it, filming you from bottom to top.

“Hey baby, you alright?” You hear Dabi's voice.

“N-No, not really.” You stammer, your hands trembling, your breathing picking up, as your eyes frantically dart around the dark set. “I don't know if I can do this.”

“Sweetheart, look at me.” You feel a finger hook under your chin when Dabi tilts your head to meet his gaze. It's intense, the turquoise of his irises gleaming almost unnaturally. 

You feel your heart sink into your stomach as his thumb caresses your skin. When he closes the already minimal distance between you, your eyes flutter close in reflex. His lips are sensually warm and addicting against your cheek, and your heart starts thrashing wildly inside your chest in response. Something changes between you, an intimacy blooming as the voices of the people mute.

It's all you need to distract your mind, to make your body heat up. Not with anxiety—

—but in anticipation. 

“Are you ready to give me your virginity?” His low voice rumbles close to your ear.

You nod, like in a haze, every caress of his lips causes your skin to tingle, to burn with passion. He shifts, and you feel him faintly brush your lips, and a zap of electricity courses through your veins. Then, your lips are united in his first tentative kiss. They are so soft, and the way he kisses you is so delicate, almost tender— deliberately slow.

You relax, giving in to how wonderful this feels. His tongue slowly traces the shape of your lips, and you feel your brain short-circuiting. Angling your head to the side, you part your lips, begging him to enter. Dabi reacts instantly, his tongue slipping your mouth, delving deeper, tasting you, consuming you.

You groan—how could a man taste so good?

It makes your knees buckle, and you start panting into his mouth, your instincts taking over, your body reacting to his touch. A desire, a passion, awakens like a wild animal roaring, and you feel a wave of arousal pool in your panties. You can't help it, and you slide your hand underneath his shirt, your other hand circling his neck. You can feel him smirking into the kiss, but the sound carries off into a groan when you rake your nails down the small of his back. 

As he breaks away, a warmth lingers between you and him while he admires your wet, pink, swollen lips, "A little eager for your first time, huh?"

The kiss leaves you dizzy, and you can't seem to form an answer, too stricken by his closeness and intoxicating scent.

The moment passes, and then his lips smash against yours so fast you don't even have time to react. He presses his hips against yours, his clothed hardness grazing against your heat, letting you feel just how hard you’ve made him.

Holy shit.

He's not gentle anymore; he's rough and demanding now. He is taking you, enjoying the shaky gasps that leave your lips. Dabi’s hands trail down your side to find your ass cheeks. He lifts you by the thighs onto his waist skillfully, never breaking the kiss. Carrying you easily toward the bed he releases his hold and you topple onto it, panting heavily.

The lights around you heat the air, and you notice one camera panning across the set while the other tracks toward you on a dolly. Just as your heart starts picking up an anxious speed again, you see a movement to the side. Dabi yanks his shirt above his head, the muscles in his stomach flexing with every movement.

The second the fabric touches the floor, he's on you with his lips pressed to yours and his tongue in your mouth. You feel yourself getting lost in the moment of passion and all you can see is him. Your stomach somersaults and the world around you ceases to exist; it is just you and him— the people around you and the cameras wholly forgotten. The world, right now, only revolves around the two of you.

“You taste so fucking good,” he breathes into your mouth, hazy eyes glowing with arousal. "How do you taste so fucking good?”

You feel his hand sneak underneath your shirt to slowly pull it off over your head. Next, he skillfully removes the rest of your clothes off until you are lying below him, sex and breasts cupped by delicate cotton underwear. 

“Look at that,” he muses. “So innocent.”

Sliding his hand behind your back, he unhooks the bra with an expert pinch of his fingers. Your breasts spill out as he slides the straps off your shoulders, tossing it aside. Then his gaze lingers on your soft, round tits.

“Damn,” he cups them and squeezes them gently, “Where have you been hiding, girl? You're perfect.”

He slides his fingers over your nipples and a low moan tears from your throat. Dabi lets out a low rumble as his hands continue to work your breasts, rubbing and plucking at your stiffening nipples. There’s a deep throb low in your body, pulsing between your thighs, and you're startled at the way you’re reacting. You are so turned on—his touch only adds to your body’s cravings, and as his large palms glide over your breasts; it pulls the breath from your lungs as it simultaneously fuels your desire. His thumbs drag over your nipples again, rolling it between his fingers before leaning down to lick at your pebbled nub. He makes you feel breathless with excitement the more he focuses on toying with your breasts, rolling the tips back and forth between his thumb and forefinger. 

It makes you crazy with need until you're aching, shivering throughout your entire body. You're gasping for breath the entire time Dabi has his lips wrapped around your erect nub, sucking it to send a tingling sensation straight through to your core. Then he's biting just hard enough to make you squeal before soothing the puckered nub with a flick of his tongue.

“You’ve got the most amazing tits,’ Dabi murmurs against your skin. “So soft and full. So natural.”

While he switches from pliant nipple to pliant nipple, you feel a stray hand hook its fingers under the seams of your panties. He releases your nipple with a pop and peppers kisses down to your tummy while he adeptly pulls the little piece of fabric down and off your legs. You're now utterly naked below him while Dabi continues revering your body with wet kisses and nibbles, moving downward until you feel his warm breath on your pubic mound. He spreads your trembling legs, his eyes glazing over your pussy, pupils expanding and then retracting into pin slits.

"Look at that pretty pussy." His breath is hot against your soaked folds. "And so fucking wet—you're dripping."

A shameful sound spills from your lips at his words, and you writhe in his hold. But his hands keep you in place. 

"You're seriously telling me,” he slides his fingers up and down your glistening folds, “No one's been here before?"

You squirm below him as a camera zooms in on where Dabi’s eyes are affixed– between your thighs.

“Cause you have the prettiest pussy I've ever seen.” He snickers. “And I've seen a lot.” 

His warm, calloused fingers slide up and down your slippery folds, his hot breath fanning over your sex. Then he spreads apart your sweet lips; it makes you shudder in anticipation, and Dabi chuckles.

“I can see you twitching for me.” A finger sinks in, making you arch your back the deeper it goes. 

The camera behind him zooms in on your blushing face, and you cover it with trembling hands. 

"Nu-uh, no hiding. Look at me." He slaps your clit lightly—making you jolt. "Let us see your pretty face."

You whimper softly, because you've touched yourself before—

—but this just feels so much more intense.

“Dabi—” you choke out, flinching in pleasure when he slides a hand underneath your ass, 

raising your hips to have more access to you. 

“Relax, baby, I'll take care of you.” A growl tears from his throat, and then he drags his tongue over your gleaming folds, tasting you. 

You cry out, your body shuddering. Over and over, Dabi licks you with deep, claiming strokes, using his tongue to explore every bit of you. 

“Damn, you taste better than anything I've ever tasted.” He pushes his wet muscle into your core, frantic to have more of you. 

“Oh my God. Dabi!” Your toes curl, and your thighs tighten around him. You're both – startled and aroused at his eagerness. Any worries you have are melting away as he drags his tongue over you again and again, making you squirm with need.

A moan escapes your lips– loud, uncontrolled– when his tongue flicks over your folds. When he grazes your little button, you jolt as if you've been stung. 

He hums appreciatively and buries his face into your warmth, seeking out that sweet nub. Your body jerks as he moves his tongue over it, repeating the action when he does it again. You give a little wail, and your hands curl into the fabric the longer he teases. He eagerly works that spot, and you cry out with little choked gasps.

As his tongue circles your clitoris, your sensations spiral out of control. You can feel the tension increasing in your body with a growing urgency to be released. 

“Dabi,” you pant with every flick of his tongue. But he doesn't respond, does not hear– or pretends not to. He buries his face in your folds, hands holding you down by your hips.

With every quiver that moves through your body, with every shiver of response, every tensing of your muscles, you draw closer to the edge.

You writhe against Dabi, with his face between your thighs, lapping at your juices. All the while, he continues to work your little clit with his tongue in slow, steady strokes. 

Suddenly, the feeling that you’re about to cum overwhelms you. Your pussy clenches, dripping with your juices, and your clit is ready to burst.  

Your hips jerk against him, and then a release explodes in your mind, your thoughts crashing all around you. You come with a slight scream that morphs into a moan, but Dabi does not stop his ministrations—

—no.

He continues to lick and suck as you come and come and come.

It's too much; you feel like exploding. You’re a moaning mess, fingers slipping between Dabi’s strands, pushing and pulling at his roots unsure if you can take it if he keeps going like that. 

Your entire body is on fire. The orgasm continues to surge through you– more intense than anything you’ve experienced by yourself– with Dabi gently sucking and licking at your clit. You are delirious, feel like you are floating with no way to find your path back to earth. 

“Dabi, please—” you choke out.

Dabi’s mouth detaches from your overstimulated nub and straightens up, licking your cum’s sweetness off his lips. Crawling on top of you, he gazes into your eyes. “Doll, tell me—what do you want me to do?”

You see his jeans straining from the bulk of his erection and swallow, your body responding with a flood of hormones. 

“Please fuck me,” you whisper, thinking in ways you never have before.

You want to beg him to be gentle, but you can’t seem to form the words when you see him unbuckle his belt before unzipping his jeans, his eyes carefully watching your expression as he does. His cock springs to life, and you swallow thickly. It's enormous—and pierced. 

You feel a momentary pang of doubt, questioning if that monster will even fit inside you. The previous excitement and adrenaline pumping through your veins gradually turn to panic. Your breathing picks up as you stare at his cock, wide-eyed. 

“You look worried,” Dabi says, stroking it with one hand. His raised eyebrows and amused grin tell you he's used to this type of reaction. 

“Are you sure…” you nod towards his cock.

“Trust me,” he says. “I’ll make sure you feel good. It’ll be the greatest thing you'll ever experience.”

Your entire body yearns for his touch, and there’s no way you're saying no now. He’s spreading you wide open, hands on your knees, before he moves to hold himself in hand to align his cock with your entrance.  

"Do you want me to fuck you?’ Dabi asks as he drags the head of the tip up and down your slit. 

“‘S not gonna fit,” you whine with a worried expression.

“Don't be scared,” Dabi says, "I know what I'm doing. So, you'll be a good girl and take it all, right?”

“I'm not sure,” you whisper.

“I know you can...” His eyes stare at you with a desire so intense that you almost feel intimidated. 

He’s spreading you wide open, hands on your knees, before he moves one to hold himself and align his cock to your entrance. The pressure between your legs increases as Dabi nudges the pierced tip of his cock against you.

“Get ready,” he whispers.

A mix of a gasp and a cry leaves your lips as Dabi strains against you, feeling like he’s trying to shove a massive pole inside of you. You squeeze your eyes shut as tears gather in your lashes, and Dabi holds back, kissing you, waiting for you to relax.

“Easy,” he says softly, “I’ve got you.” 

The softness of his tone relaxes you and the tension in your shoulders lessens. Then, somehow, something gives way, and he enters you. You gasp, your body opening up to accommodate the massive dick that is now sliding inside of you. 

"Oh my god—” You throw your head back, hands clawing at his shoulders in a weak attempt to push him away.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight,” he hisses, eyebrows furrowing before he hits resistance and then pushes forward.

There’s a sharp pain slicing through your core, and you don't know if it's from the stretch or a tear. Probably both. It hurts, and you squeeze your eyes shut, forcing tears down your cheek. Dabi continues to push his hips forward, only stopping once he’s entirely inside, heavy balls pressed against the crease of your ass. The cameras zoom in on the bulge in your womb, where his dick sits buried deep inside of you. But you don't notice them, your brain too consumed by him filling you up, his whole weight resting against you. 

“You ok?” Breathing heavily, he drags his eyes back and forth over your face. 

“Gimme a sec.” Your lips press into a thin line as the pain from the stretch slowly turns into a dull throb. After a moment, you nod...

"I'm gonna start moving now," Dabi says— and then does precisely that. 

Just as you start to feel your body relaxing, he withdraws, only to plunge himself in again. The sudden shock of the movement is incredible. You feel every ridge, every single thick vein. It feels fantastic, and as he slowly slides back in, you can appreciate every inch of his cock. He starts an even rhythm, rocking inside you gently. 

“Shit, just squeezed me so fucking tight,” he moans in response. "I’m warning you, don't make me lose my composure. You don’t want to see me act up.”

Your mind feels detached from your body; you don't hear him, don't even notice the camera zooming in, focusing on how your face scrunches and your lips quiver because of how good he makes you feel. 

He grabs you by the waist and brings you closer to him. Raising both legs in the air, he pushes them forward until your body is folded in half.

“Oh—shit—” You choke out, the walls of your sex stretching to accommodate him. 

“I’m gonna make you cum,” Dabi is panting hard as he starts driving his cock rapidly in and out of you. “You won't be able to walk for days.”

“I-I can’t—” your jaw slackens as you tighten around his dick again, the ability to form comprehensive answers having left you the moment he breached your walls.

He rams himself deeper while his fingers slip between your strands, guiding your face upward, your mouths colliding in a frantic kiss. 

It starts as a slow burn that gradually builds into a white, blistering heat. A feeling begins coursing through you, making you lose control of your body. You tense and arch your back, your head digging back into the pillow, voice caught in your throat. And just when you think you can't take it anymore, all that tension releases, and you cry out loud, a turbulent wave of pleasure hitting you like a storm. All your nerve endings are seemingly set ablaze while Dabi fucks you through your orgasm. 

His eyes are wide with wonder, hearing and feeling you come undone around him. The way your eyes are shut tightly in pleasure, your entire body trembling and shaking in ecstasy, is the best thing he's ever seen. It makes his chest swell with pride. Still, it feels like it's not enough, though, and he needs more. He wants to own you, possess you, make you his.

Dabi snaps. 

With a suppressed growl, Dabi grabs you by your hips and flips you over onto your stomach. He's not letting you catch your breath before he propels his cock back inside you again. His hand slides from the dip in your spine to the spot between your shoulder blades, pressing down until your face is buried in the sheets. At this angle, he reaches even deeper than before, his piercings rubbing your G-spot just right. Your hands tightly fist the soft duvet with every drive of his hips, knocking the air from your lungs.

Dabi seems delirious, pistoning in and out of you now. Reaching forward, he gathers your hair around his fist, tugging it to keep you in place, forcing your head up from the sheets. You sob out his name, your chin and cheeks covered with your drool and tears. 

But Dabi is drowning too deep in pleasure to notice. 

"I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll never think of anyone but me in your fantasies," Dabi growls while your elbows shake under the pressure of his forceful thrusts.

Slowly, your mind is falling apart with the pleasure pulsing through your body. Dabi starts drilling his big cock into your even faster now. You tremble below him, thighs quivering when you feel another orgasm building up. 

“You gonna cum for me again, princess?” Dabi groans, “I can feel your pussy clenching around me.”

You nod, too exhausted to form any words. Dabi tightens his hold on your hip, fingers digging into your plush skin, holding you still. 

“I’m gonna cum with you,” he tells you. “I’m gonna fill up your tight hole, gonna breed you so good—fuck!”

"Please—" you whimper pathetically, finding yourself trapped in his lewd promises. 

And then you lose it, feeling like the world is disappearing underneath your feet. Pleasure rips through you, leaving you with no strength. It’s an intense tingling pleasure that starts in your core and spreads through your whole body, from your fingertips down to your toes. It's all-consuming and euphoric, your body not knowing what to do with that much sensation at once. 

You feel your body falling off a cliff into a pile of tingling ecstasy as you cum again with a broken whimper escaping your lips. The orgasm is even more potent than the last ones, like a massive burst of pleasure; all that tension explodes and shoots up the back of your legs and everywhere else. You moan and shudder, your pussy clamping around his cock. 

“That’s it,” Dabi lets out a long, shuddering groan. “Just like that.”

You forget to breathe while Dabi keeps fucking your harder and harder, feral with desire, shoving his cock as deep inside you as he can.

“Oh fuck—” You gasp out, arching your back, fingers twisting against the sheets.

No sooner have the words slipped from your lips that you feel your whole body lock tight again—and then unravel. You forget to breathe as an unending cascade of euphoria detonates deep inside of you. You come undone, shaking uncontrollably as juices gush from your pussy, dripping down Dabis balls, drenching the sheets below. 

Dabi groans, his eyes screwing shut, head dropping back. With one final possessive thrust of his hips, he cums, shooting his seed deep inside you. You feel his cock twitch as he moans heavily, eyebrows sewn together. His body is shuddering, his hips hitching while he rides out his orgasm.

You’re faintly aware of your surroundings, buried too deeply in your bliss. Unable to take any more pleasure, you slump backward. Dabi slides his softening cock from you with an obscene wet sound before dropping down onto the bed beside you, taking you with him.

“Fuck…” he breathed out, caressing your skin. “That felt so—”

‘And—cut!’ You hear a voice call, speaking its way into the mush that is your brain, slapping you back to reality.

You open your eyes and look around in shock, having completely forgotten where you are. The lights switch on, almost blindingly bright. People start hustling about the set, and cameras mere inches away from you now pull back into their waiting positions. 

“That was perfect,” you hear Tenko say through the noise filling the set now.

Your breath catches in your throat, an unsettling feeling beginning to well inside you. Your heart starts pounding at an increasingly rapid pace while you feel panic stretch its icy fingers up your spine.

You feel a warm hand cradling your face, angling it to the side. It’s Dabi. He places his mouth over yours without further ado. 

“You are perfect.” Dabi coos into the kiss, and it happens again— butterflies erupt in your gut, the world around you fading until there's only you and him.

Instinctively, you let go, feeling the tension slowly dissipate and your heart calming down. Dabi smiles as he breaks away from you, and you feel it— a lingering warmth, an unseen connection that spins fragile threads between you both.

A man approaches to help you get out of bed, but Dabi, whose face is still dewy with sweat, moves between you both. He takes the bathrobe from the guy and wraps it around your shivering body before getting dressed himself.

Helping you off the bed, he drapes an arm around your shoulder and leads you past the celebrating crew members from the set until you’re backstage. 

Once in the changing room, he closes the door behind him and leans against it. 

“That was something…” he muses. “You’re a natural. Would you ever consider doing this again with me?’ 

You're caught off-guard, his face radiating a tenderness that fills your heart with something joyful. A warmth spreads across your face, your hands gripping the soft belt of your robe as you nip at your lower lip. “I-I don't know.”

“You should,” Dabi kicks off the door frame and saunters over you with a sinful, obscene sway of his hips. His hand finds yours, fingers interlacing in a silent agreement, pulling you into a tight embrace. “Think about it…”

He lets the words hang in the air for a second. When he pulls away, his arms wrap around your neck, lower half still pressed against you as if you’re not a stranger. He looks down at you like the two of you have been dating for years.

“So, I was wondering… what are you doing later on?” Dabi kisses the tip of your nose. “Do you want to grab a bite to eat and get some drinks?”

“Are you asking me out on a date?” A new desire for him grows inside of you. You smile back at him, reaching up to gently play with his dark hair.

“Maybe?” His lips curl into a devious smirk.

“Is this even allowed?” Chest to chest, your heartbeat slowly catches up to his, as if your bodies react simultaneously to each other's warm touch.

“Maybe?” Dabi repeats, his thumb gently brushing along your lips.

When you look into his eyes, a tenderness softens the rough edges of his sharp features. It makes you wonder, he’s been so sweet and caring after everything that happened today– you actually believe he’s a genuinely sincere and nice guy. You feel your heart quiet when you’re with him, as if you have found peace. 

“Well…” you consider, “I've just thrown all my morals into the wind. So, might as well go on a date with a pornstar, right?”

“You won't regret it.” Dabis laughs softly. “Even though you might not be able to move after I'm done with you—”

“Is that so…” You are torn between scolding him or laughing because he's so cute. “Ok, big boy, whatever you say.”

Never felt so strong on wanting a part to😭😭

Mother knows best

(Yandere Illumi Zoldyck x reader)

TW: Contolling parents, sexual content, abuse, emotional manipulation. Kikyo is the warning.

In the lavious gardens within the Zoldyck estate, in a small fraction on the dormant volcano of Kukuroo mountain, sitting inside the marble gazebo was a woman in her mid forties. Her face was covered in bandages and a strange robotic visor, she wore a bold and frilly purple dress and her hat was covered in the most extreme decorations.

Her name was Kikyo Zoldyck and she was the Matriarch of the Zoldyck family. 

Kikyo liked to consider herself a successful woman. Many years ago, she was nothing more than a nobody who lived in a city that didn’t exist. Meteor City. She made her living years ago as an assassin, dirty jobs and what not. But she always knew she was meant for more in life than living in a town of trash.

It was to her great fortune that she stumbled upon Silva Zoldyck while on a mission. She remembers that day all too well. He was so handsome, his hair was in a long braid and he had that stern look on his face when he was ready to kill someone. She knew then and there that this man was her ticket out of that dump she called home and to a place worth making a future out of.

Now look at her, she owns a large mountain, has a myriad of butlers at her beck and call and four beautiful children who she and her beloved husband have trained to become cold blooded assassins. (Yes, Only four. She’s not forgetting anyone.)

On the table in front of her were cakes, muffins, tarts and delicious tea. Her beloved kalluto was to join her in a bit so that they may talk about his training. Truly, life couldn’t get better than this.

“Pardon me madame.” Said an old voice. She turned her head and saw her husband’s personal butlers. Tsubone and her Granddaughter, Amane. “What is it, Tsubone? Speak, I’m trying to enjoy my tea.”

“Master Illumi has informed us he will be bringing a young woman home with him, we believe she is to be a potential spouse.”

Kikyo Zoldyck was by no means mentally stable. She spent the majority of her childhood and adolescent years fighting for her life and killing targets to make ends meet. Then after marrying Silva, she was required to give birth to Silva’s children to continue on the family line. This woman had an unhealthy affection for all her children. Obsessing over every little factor of their lives and possessive of how they are raised.

Illumi was no exception, especially since he was her firstborn. Although he was not to be the heir of her husband’s clan, she put her blood and sweat into making him the perfect killer. He was her boy, so therefore he deserves everything he desires. Her boy can do no wrong but..

A woman..?

“WHAT?!” She screeched. Destroying the tea cup that was just in her hand. Neither Tsubone nor Amane flinched at her erratic behavior for both were expecting this reaction from their mistress. “A WOMAN!? My Illumi!? Since when!?”

“We’ve only been informed of her now, My Lady. Master Silva commanded us to inform you of her and Master Illumi's arrival next week.” Tsubone replied, composed and calm. Kikyo began to bite her nails and growled in annoyance. As the Lady of the mansion, she would be expected to have a room for her prepared and a grand dinner to welcome the guest.

She was annoyed, greatly annoyed. Her son was bringing a woman home?! Just who was she and who did she think she was?

*******

You stepped off the airship with Illumi holding your hand, like the gentleman you knew him to be. “Thank you Illumi.” He hummed in acknowledgment. You couldn’t help but smile. Your Illumi. He was amazing to you in every way. He was very handsome, long black hair that rained down to his buttocks. His lean yet muscular body. He was such a gentleman to you, flowers everyday at your apartment type of gentleman.

He would take you out on a date every week and when he was away on a trip, he would text you every morning and night to let you know how much he couldn’t wait to get back to you. Your Illumi.

“So, this is your home?” You asked rhetorically. You knew he didn’t need to answer. Why else would he bring you to this place? The mountain was huge, to think he grew up in this kind of place must have been quite the experience. “Hmm.” He hummed anyway.

You knew he was an assassin by trade, it was the first thing you knew about him when you first met him.

Your father was a ruins hunter and he kept you by his side your entire life. You would spend your childhood traveling to different areas in the unknown world with him, discovering ruins and finding ancient artifacts. He taught you nen and you quickly learned you were a specialist, an exorcist to be more specific.

You once helped your father’s comrade be free of a nen curse a malicious user put on him when you were ten years old. During that time, you developed a love for tarot card reading. What started out as a simple hobby is what turned into your ability. Depending what card another person would pick, you would be able to see what future comes from the type of card you pick. This earned you the nickname, ‘Witch of fortune and Misfortune’. Cringe but you didn’t pick it yourself.

When you were eighteen, you tried the hunter exam but failed, you passed the second time when you were nineteen. After you got your hunter’s license, you decided you needed to train more and find out what kind of hunter you wanted to be.

So in order to get stronger, you entered Heaven's arena, where you met Hisoka Morow. It didn’t help that you both had an affinity for cards. He was indeed an odd man but you two sparked up an uncanny partnership, where he would spar with you and you would help him with jobs if necessary. It wasn’t too soon that he introduced you to his partner, Illumi Zoldyck.

Illumi never hid his profession from you, Hisoka introduced you to Illumi because of their give or take relationship. They believed it would be beneficial for all three of you. Illumi would seek your abilities to help him with jobs  while you learned all you could from the Zoldyck Assassin.

It had become a routine until one day, Illumi had asked to court you. It took you by surprise if you were being honest. He had such a stone cold and eerie exterior, you would have never guessed he was interested in you. Nevertheless, you agreed to it because what's the worst that could happen?

Falling in love with him?

Exactly, and how hard you fell was insane. He took you to places you never dreamed of, he made you feel gorgeous at night when he would brush your hair and massage your shoulders.

Sex was great too! Well, he was your first and only so you couldn’t really make a comparison with anyone else. But even so, sex was passionate and hot with him constantly whispering words of love and lust into your ear. 

It's been a year since you and Illumi made things official and he recently passed the hunter exam. He decided it's time you met his family.

You swallowed your saliva in order to make your throat more dry. “I’m nervous ill’, what if your family doesn’t like me.” You are sweating a bit, you haven’t heard much from Illumi about his family. Only that they’re the world’s greatest assassins and that they could have your head removed from your shoulders any time they want.

“Appease my mother as much as you can. Pay your respects to my father and Grandfather. Feel free to ignore Milluki.”

You still are. “What..?” Seriously? That was it? That didn’t help much.You guess it couldn;t be helped. Illumi was always quite vague with his answers.

“Come. If we want to reach the mansion, we’ll have to begin the trek up now.”

****

It took longer than you expected, forty seven minutes to be exact. If you were a normal civilian, you reckon it would have taken six hours and that's subtracting all the obstacles and guards that were stationed around the estate. Although, you shouldn’t be surprised, you're sure the heads of the Zoldyck family would be a hefty reward for anyone who was strong enough to take them.

“Here we are.” The view of the mansion was ginormous. At the front, it looked like any normal manor but the rest of it was just… mountain. Like the building was built into the mountain, the building itself looked like it was five stories high. “Woah..” you mumbled.

“It's okay I guess.” Your lover mused. Sometimes you wondered if your boyfriend ever got surprised.

It was then you noticed three people standing by the front of the manor, an old man with his back bent, a taller man with a body builder body and a woman in the most extreme outfit you’ve ever seen.

“Is that your…”

“Be calm and don’t let them know your fear.”

You wouldn’t call it fear but you were shaking. You two approach the older members of Illumi’s family, you swallow your saliva and take a deep breath. EVerything will be fine. As long as you manifest it in your mind, everything will be great. You’ll greet them, you’ll have dinner with them, you will have a pleasant conversation with them and they will like you-

“Mother, Father, Grandfather. I would like you to meet (Y/n) (L/n). My partner for the foreseeable future.”

Oh crap, you were already in front of them. You bowed your head to show your respect.

“Hello Madame, Sir and Sir. I’m very happy to be finally meeting you-”

“Is that what you're wearing to officially meet us?” You heard a female voice grunt. You were certainly caught off guard, you knew you were already off to a bad start. Looking up, the voice came from Illumi’s mother, Kikyo. “Sorry, Madame-”

She cut you off again.” And honestly, look at yourself! You're clearly sweating and your hair is mangled! You call this presentable?! I am appalled by this!” You shrunk into yourself. Were you really that bad? You wore some black leggings, a blue strapless undershirt with a high neckline and a white cropped waistcoat and a pair of pumps. 

(Definitely not something you picked up from the troublesome duo)

You didn’t want to over dress for this exact reason, you knew you would be going up the mountain and would sweat. But was it that noticeable?

“Leave the girl alone Kikyo, It's her first time traveling up the mountain so she’ll understandably be exhausted.” Spoke Silva. Illumi’s father. You smiled, at least he was a bit more considerate. You noticed the Grandfather, Zeno inspecting you, He nodded his head and hummed. “Yes, Yes. I see she is quite diamond. Rough around the edges but a little work will fix it.”

Really? His grandfather has already assessed you and that you can be fixed.

“Please Father. You're giving this girl way too much credit.”

Ok, you were really starting to not like Illumi’s mother. “Mother, Please refrain from insulting my lover too much, she isn’t as elegant or graceful as you yet.” You had to refrain from letting your jaw slip, But you could definitely feel your eyeballs nearly burst from your sockets. ‘Excuse me?!’

“Hm, I guess not.” She retorted.

“That's enough, we’ll leave you two to freshen up before dinner.” Silva demanded. He walked away with Zeno and Kikyo following him. However, you noticed Kikyo looked back at you and growled. This woman had only met you seconds ago and she really had it out for you. You were confused as to what you did to piss her off so much.

BUt if you were being honest, you were more angry than confused.

More so at Illumi than Kikyo.

*********

The walk to your room was agonizing. After you had entered the mansion with Illumi, he instructed the butlers to guide you to your room. From what you knew, they had already brought your luggage there. 

“Here are your main quarters. Madame Kikyo had it all arranged for you, however we ask for an escort whenever you leave your room, the mansion itself is tricky and you may find yourself lost.” The female butler instructed. She opened the door and you were appalled at the scene.

The wallpaper was ugly yellow color. It had a textured pattern but the pattern in itself was revolting. The bedsheets were a green color, something you’d picture on an old man’s bed. The furniture looked new but it was its color that was off putting. A red polish glistened over all the wood. The curtains were orange and the carpet you stood on was purple.

Just the horrible color combinations of this room deeply disturbed you. “Is something wrong Ma’am?” The Butler asked. You shook your head and held your hands up. “No-no! Of course not. Tell Mrs Zoldyck I am grateful!” She nodded her head and once you stepped inside the room, she closed the door. With you finally seeking privacy, you groaned. “It's official! I never had a chance from the start.”

Honestly, why else would his mother put you in such an off putting room. “I need to sit down…” You went over to the desk with the intention to put your head on the flat surface. But. The chair wouldn’t budge. “What the hell..?” It was incredibly heavy. It took you a while to pull it out but the time you did, you were already tuckered out.

“Forget this!” You hopped onto the bed but immediately regretted it.

The mattress was rock solid. You pulled the blankets off and the mattress looked normal, but when you tried to push down on it, it wouldn’t move. “What the hell?!” You sunk down and rubbed your face. You were becoming more and more frustrated. What did this woman have against you?

“Y/n?” Spoke, the last person you wanted to see.

“Come in…” You groaned.

Illumi walked in, not in the least put off by the room. “I came to see how you’ve settled in.” You turned your face away from him and grunted. “Yeah. it's been a pleasure.” He bends down to your level to face you, but you refuse to look at him. “Judging from your expression and attitude, you're being sarcastic and you're clearly upset. Tell me what's wrong.”

You exploded. “What’s wrong Illumi is that your mother has decided she doesn’t like me! And I’m not just basing that off from our first conversation. Look at this room Illumi! It's hideous. The furniture is heavy like why? And the mattress is not comfortable. It looks like a mattress but I’m convinced it's just a concrete block.”

Your boyfriend sighed. “My mother has always had impeccable taste. Our furniture is always heavy, there is no room for weakness in our family. And that mattress is used for training, to get our bodies used to sleeping in uncomfortable situations. She’s probably just testing you.”

“Yeah well I don’t appreciate being tested, Illumi.” You scoff, getting up and making your way over to the window. You saw endless forests. Your lover comes up from behind you and rubs your shoulders to which you immediately relax. “Darling. This is all just a necessary precaution. You know I want to make you my wife but in order to do that, my family must believe you have what it takes.” You turn around to face him.  An expression of sadness coating your face.

“And what if I don’t have what it takes? What then?” His expression doesn’t change in the slightest.

“You do. I know so. Just be patient, you will be accepted.” He held you in a tight embrace and you reciprocated. That wasn’t what you wanted to hear but you were grateful to know he had faith in you. He kissed your neck and his fingers crept under your shirt. He ran his long digits up your back making you shiver in glee.

“Illumi~ , You know I have to get ready for dinner.” You purred, digging your fingers into his shoulders to bring him closer. “Dinner won’t be ready till seven, Until then, I want you all to myself. “He growled viciously into your neck. You bit his ear lobe as a way to entice him further. It worked beautifully as he grabbed the back of your thighs and hoisted your legs around his waist.

“In the shower?” You ask.

“Yes.” He hushed.

He brought you into the bathroom and slammed the door shut with his foot where he proceeded to do unspeakable things to you. In short, he fucked you in the shower.

******

“So, which dress?” You asked, holding out an array of dresses you had put on hangers so that your lover who was currently sitting on the bed, drying his long raven locks could have a proper look. “This isn’t your usual style.” He noted. It was true. Most of the dresses you had brought were new and appropriately modest.

Usually, you would wear shorter and more flashy dresses. You picked up a certain hobby of attending clubs with Illumi and Hisoka, the night life suited you. Well, at least you thought so. “Well, I am meeting your parents and I’m sure your mother would approve more of these dresses than my other ones.”

“You're not wrong there.” He said.

You froze, glaring at him with evil eyes. “Hey, what's that supposed to mean?” Your eyebrow twitched and he hummed. “I was only agreeing with you. My mother would prefer these dresses.” You were getting annoyed. It wasn’t what he said but how he said it. Like it was to be expected.

“Do you prefer these dresses?” You interrogated. He stood up and tossed the towel onto the bed. “Well, You are going to be my wife soon, so I would like it if you dressed a little more modestly.” Your mouth went agape but you quickly closed it. “If you didn’t like the dresses before, then why didn’t you say anything?” You growled.

He took off the towel covering his waist and began putting his clothes back on. “Because you seemed to enjoy wearing those clothes. But once we are married, that’ll have to stop. You’ll be a Zoldyck soon so you must conduct yourself properly.” He went to the door and you had to hold yourself back from saying something disrespectful. He opened the door and looked back at you.

“Where the blue dress. You're not a Zoldyck yet so wearing purple would be unbecoming.”

He left the room and left you feeling like absolute shit. Was he displeased by your wardrobe? Would you really have to forfeit your lifestyle just to fit in with Illumi’s image of you? You have to try, you knew your relationship was meaningful, you loved Illumi to the moon and back. You had to fight for him, because you were positive he would do the same for you.

“Blue dress it is then.”

You looked at the desk where you put a golden necklace on. It was given to you as a gift by Illumi on your first date. It had three diamonds in the center, making a mental note to wear it.

*****

You and Illumi walked to the main banquet hall, arms interlocked with one another. He had worn a purple outfit, one that you found rather dashing on him while you wore a long frilly baby blue dress. You had taken out any prior piercings and covered up any noticeable tattoos or scars. You were going for a certain look that will appeal to his family, one in your mind that you believe his family would approve of. You played with the gold necklace on your collar bone.

“The dress suits you well dear, you should wear it more often.” He commented. You held back any feelings of negativity, tried to forget what he had said earlier. Illumi says things he doesn’t mean, he’s a bit simple minded. He doesn’t understand what he’s done wrong. You forgive him.

“Thank you, Illumi.” You smile. The butlers open the door and you're welcomed inside the hall. You see Kikyo talking with her husband, a girl standing off to the side watching her mother. She has a bob haircut and a lovely kimono. You see Zeno looking out a large window, probably staring off at the setting sun.

 The last person you spotted was a boy sitting on an expensive looking lounge chair, tapping his foot incessantly on the floor. He was plus sized and looked similar to Illumi which made you cringe internally. “So, This is your whole family?” You asked, twirling your pointer fingers together.

“Well, There’s Great Great Grandfather Maha but no one really knows where he goes- There's Milluki over there, feel free to ignore him, I always do and my younger brother Killua isn’t here. He’s off playing a child. There's the thing in the basement and then there's Kalluto over there.”

You resist making any facial expressions. How the hell were you supposed to take that all in? Things in the basement? Ignore Milluki- his great grandfather is alive? His Grandfather looks old enough already. “Oh!....That's nice.” Just smile through it. Just smile through it all!

“Dinner is ready.” Called a giant lady from a door on the other side of the hall. She had a monocle and her hair in two high pigtail braids. Everyone stopped what they were doing to be seated. Zeno sat at one end of the table while Silva sat at the other end. But before he did, he pulled out Kikyo’s seat.

“Come.” Illumi whispered to you. He pulled out the seat next to Zeno, where he gestured for you to sit. “Thank you Illumi.” You hummed before taking your seat next to Zeno. He took his seat next to you which was also by Silva. Kalluto sat beside his mother.

“Hey! Where’s my seat!?” Roared the large boy. You looked around and noticed there were only six chairs in total. “She’s in my seat!” He hollered pointing towards you, you really weren’t in the mood to get on anyone’s bad side. “Uh.. okay- I’ll just excuse myself-”

“Don’t.” You heard the deep sturdy tone of Silva’s command. You were going to exit the chair but his voice stopped you from moving. He looked back at his son. “Milluki, we have a guest tonight. The servants will bring you your food to your room.” 

The boy wasn’t happy with this decision and grunted. “Fine!” He stomped off and you could feel the awkward tension in the air. You nervously kept your hands together, you didn’t know if this night was off to a bad start or not. “Sorry about that, forgive Milluki, he’s a bit stubborn.” Silva added, looking at you.

“Oh no, it's fine. I just hope I haven’t caused anyone any trouble.” You answered back. Dinner was served and you were each served your helpings. You noticed no one had touched the food yet so you waited as well. You notice  some eye contact between Silva and Zeno before they nod their heads. It was only then everyone started to help themselves.

You looked around the different dishes they had. Tempura, gyoza, seafood, salad. Healthy dishes. You took what you could get and cut into some food. The butlers came around and served wine. You took a small sip before Silva redirected his attention to you.

“So, tell me (Y/n). What is it that you do for a living?” You looked over at Illumi as he continued to eat. “Well, I’m a hunter. I haven’t decided what type of hunter I’ll be but I’m currently a fighter in Heaven's area.” He hummed. “How did you come to meet Illumi?”

“I met him through Hisoka. Me and Hisoka have a give/take partnership. I help him and he helps me. He thought it would be beneficial for both me and Illumi to meet and partner up together.” Your response was professional, maybe too professional? 

“Hmm.. I see.”

He went back to his food and so did you, it was terribly quiet, apart from the clinking sounds of cutlery and dishes. It felt awkward, was this how everyone feels when they go to meet their significant other’s family? Kalluto, the girl sitting in front of you was staring at you. Once you caught wind of her observation, you froze.

You looked around the table to see if anyone else was going to bud in. It was then, she spoke.

“So, what nen type are you?”

If you could bonk yourself on the head you would. After hearing her voice, you could make the calculation in your head. That this little girl was in fact a little boy. Needless to say, you felt incredibly stupid. “Huh hem!” You heard the Kikyo sound as you turned to look at her. “I do believe my Darling Kalluto just asked you a question. It's rude just to ignore him.”

“Oh.” You whispered, looking back at the young boy who kept his glare on you. This family put you on edge, you wouldn’t lie to yourself but isn;t every family meeting like this? You would soon get over this stage and be closer with his family. Yeah. That’s how it will go.

“I’m a specialist. I can use tarot cards to see different futures of my clients, depending what card they choose. I’m also… well…” You were hesitant to say you were an exorcist. Your father always told you to keep your exorcist abilities to yourself. That it would be dangerous if anyone found out since exorcists were long sought for.

“Speak up girl, what are you? A kitchen mouse?” Kikyo spoke up in a snide attitude. It was then you almost forgot where you were. This was Illumi’s family and possibly in the future, your family too.

Hopefully…

“I’m an exorcist. I can deactivate nen curses and what not.” Everyone stopped eating. Silva and Zeno weren’t looking at you but you could tell you had caused the silence. Kikyo on the other hand didn’t look happy, there wasn’t much of her face you could identify but by the way she scowled and bit her lips to prevent herself from making an unpleasant sound that had become obvious to you. After a while, Zeno spoke up. “Illumi, why haven't you told us sooner that you have found such a competent and utilitarian spouse.”

With that, Kikyo had slammed her hands down on the table, standing up, giving you a fright. “Father please! Don’t give this girl any more credit! For all we know, she could be lying to just show off!” You shrunk in your seat, this woman was terrifying. Why did you assume that you were lying?

“Well, Illumi? Answer your Grandfather.” Silva said, completely ignoring his wife.

Illumi put his cutlery down. “Because, I wasn’t sure at first if we would be together long term, I wanted to see if she was up to being my potential spouse, that and her preference for keeping her ability a secret. As her boyfriend, it would not do well on my part to expose her secrets.”

You could feel your heart flutter, Illumi kept your ability confidential for your sake. You smiled. You knew Illumi said things that can come out a certain way, but you always knew, deep down he was looking out for you.

“Is that so?” Kikyo spat, looking directly at you from across the table. You were thankful you were neither beside or across her directly. “Then let me ask you some questions ‘dearie’ and I better not catch you on a lie!” she barked. “Wife, is this interrogation necessary?” Silva sighed. He looked fed up.

Kikyo looked at him like he was mad. Well you couldn;t tell with the strange robotic visor she was wearing but that was the vibe she gave off. “Oh course Silva! This is Illumi’s future we’re talking about! I can’t have him wasting it on some tramp!” You gasped at her outburst. You mouth agape. You couldn’t hold back the “Excuse me?” coming from your tongue.

You felt Illumi suddenly grab your arm in a tight grip. You looked over at him, his hold on you was painful, he gave you a look that told you to drop it. You were hurt and he won’t come to your defense? “Illumi..” You whispered.

“Tell me, (Y/n). How exactly do you plan on becoming one of us? Have you ever killed someone? Do you have what it takes to uphold the honor and tradition that this clan has carried for more than two centuries?” 

You became speechless. Although you’ve trained with Illumi and Hisoka, had your share of fights in the heavens area, you never took a life. You had never been in a position where you had to make that call. And the honor and tradition thing? You didn’t know how much honor a group of assassins could have but you were sure they had plenty of traditions since they raise their children from birth to be cold blooded killers.

“N-No.. I haven’t. I don’t know where you’re going with this Mrs Zoldyck. Isn’t it enough that I love your son and want to find happiness with him?” You argued. She sneered at your statement and pointed a fan at you. “Love? Happiness? Don’t be such a child! You're marrying into the clan of the world’s greatest assassins and you expect to get by on ‘Love' and ‘Happiness’? Don’t make me laugh.”

Your bottom lip wobbled, you wanted to cry, sob. This woman was terrible.

“Also, while we’re on the matter of spouses and marriage. When you become Illumi’s wife, you will have to bear his children. There isn’t any ifs, ands or buts about it. Do you think you're capable of taking on the role of a mother and being the next matriarch of this household?”

You stuttered, finding the right words to say. “Mrs Zoldyck. I do believe the discussion of children and what I do with my body should be between me and Illumi. Besides, I’m only twenty, Illumi and I have our lives ahead of us. Wouldn’t it be better for us to work on ourselves and each other before we think about bringing kids into the world?”

The woman growled, clearly displeased with you. “You're only twenty? Pssh! I had Illumi when I was eighteen and look at how I raised him! He is a capable and competent assassin! All of my children will be the best of the best because I didn’t dilly dally on my duties as the Zoldyck Matriarch! You are completely unfit to marry my Illumi and that's that!”

You had to hide your face in shame. You were in tears. How did this woman have the gall to talk to you the way she did? What's worse is that Illumi didn’t speak on your behalf, not once.

“Kikyo, my dear. I believe you’ve grilled the girl quite enough tonight. (Y/n), you are free to leave.” Zeno groaned, slapping a hand against his face. “Thank you Mr Zoldyck…” You mumbled before you got out of your chair despite its weight and rushed out of the dining hall. You let the tears roll down your face as you let out ugly sobs.

“Miss (L/n). I’m here to escort you back to your room.” The butler from before came from seemingly nowhere to offer her assistance. You didn’t dare deny her request. “Yes, Please.” You wailed, following her. You honestly just wanted to go to sleep and forget this dinner ever happened. You had never had never been this emotionally drained before and you didn’t think you could cope.

“(Y/n)!” Illumi called from down the hall, stopping your butler from carrying out her duties. You knew she would be reprimanded if she disobeyed Illumi. You sniffed and wiped your tears away. He approached you both and waved off your butler.

“(Y/n),  come back with me. You need to apologize to my mother, she doesn’t know it yet but you are new to this. I promise you I can set us on the right track. She’s a stubborn woman but she’ll see your perfect-”

“Illumi stop!” You scowled. He looked as surprised as an emotionally dead assassin can be. You scratched your head while wiping your eye. “I am not in the mood to deal with any more crap tonight. Your mother is clearly not my biggest fan and doesn’t want you and I to marry. What is the point of this anymore? I should leave tomorrow…”

“No.” He said. You looked up at him and he had a face of anger, one you haven’t seen before and it made the hairs on your arms and legs stand up. “You are tired. You're not thinking straight. You need to rest.” he declared, picking you up and carrying you down the hall.

“Illumi stop! Let go!” You protested but he ignored you. You were brought to his room where you were tost onto his (much cozier and comfortable) bed. Your heeled shoes were torn off and your dress was lifted off from above your head, leaving you in just your underwear.

“You are an ungrateful woman, you know?” he chastised, taking off his own clothes. “Do you want to throw away everything we have because of my mother's stubbornness? She will accept you, but are you ready to back out so easily?” You felt your heart become heavy with guilt as he reached behind you and took your bra off.

“Did our relationship really mean nothing if you’re just effortlessly giving up?” You covered your face and sobbed. “I’m sorry Illumi! I’m so sorry! I tried my best! I just don’t want your family to resent me!” He gently pushed you onto your back and took your panties off.

“It’s okay. I understand. You want my mother’s approval. You will receive it soon, you just need to work a little harder.” he whispered. He pulled the blankets out from underneath you and got beside you in the bed. “You want to make it up to me, don’t you?” His eyes, you loved his eyes. But there were times they absolutely terrified you. You nodded your head as he removed his boxers and had you lay down on your side.

He cuddled into your back and kissed your neck. You moaned in bliss. You felt the head of his cock intrude your folds and groaned at the slight pain of taking him inch by inch unlubricated. Illumi loved having you cockwarm him after missions or just in general whenever you're at your apartment. He wrapped his arms around your waist and snuggled his head in the crook of your neck.

“I love you Illumi.” You uttered as sleep took you.

“I know..” He uttered back.

******

Kikyo was mad. She was full on ballistic as she paced around her private room. Biting her nails, Huffing and puffing, physically stopping herself from destroying anything in her room. “That little harlot..!” She sneered, taking her hat off and removing her robotic visor from her face.

There she got a good look at herself in her vanity mirror.  Her eyes that were once dark like her children’s were now gray. Many years ago, before she had married Silva, she had contracted an eye disease that to this day has no cure. She had been losing her vision. Silva gifted her with the visor so she would not have to depend on her eyes.

But she could see, she could see the fury in her own eyes as she pulled out her bun, letting her jet black hair that she keeps hidden fall down her shoulders until it hit where her thighs were. She always knew she was a beautiful woman, she took pride in it. (She wished Killua hadn’t stabbed her so she didn’t have to wear these ridiculous bandages) 

She took pride in many things, like her family. her children especially. Illumi was like her in every way, she wished him to have the best of the best. That girl was not the very best of the best. She will never make a good assassin nor integrate into her ideals of what a Zoldyck should be.

She sat down in her seat and opened a cabinet in her vanity. Inside were individual photo albums of all her children. She picked up Illumi’s and opened the first page where she saw his first picture. He was in her arms minutes after she had given birth. She never knew she could love someone so much after spending years looking after herself.

She had made a vow to herself that her children would have everything she never had. The best of the best, the finer things of life. She growled at the image of you in her head. You would not do it. You were below what she wanted for Illumi. She needed Illumi to see that you did not deserve him.

She put her visor back on with disregard for her hair or her hat. She marched over to a set of drawers where she kept a small laptop and placed it on her vanity. It gave her access to the Zoldyck database. Granted she wasn’t as good at computers as her son Milluki but she knew enough.

She went into a small section of profiles that was updated regularly. She didn’t want to resort to this so soon but the last thing she wanted was someone to take Illumi away and tear down all the hard work she put into him. She needed someone she could control. Someone who will obey her and worship her as their mother.

She smirked as she send invites to the five best profiles on her screen.

****

The next morning you awoke in Illumi’s bed, but Illumi was nowhere in sight. There were signs of the bathroom being used but you didn;t think he was still in there. A knock was reverberated on the door. “Miss (L/n), May I come in?” Remembering you were naked, you wrapped the blankets around you to hide your indecency. “Come in.” You yelled quietly.

The butler was pushing a trolley, on the top, there looked to be a tray of food and juice, on the middle tray were some of your selfcare products you had brought with you. On the bottom were your clothes from yesterday, washed, iron and folded neatly. “I’ve brought you your clothes and some breakfast Miss (L/n).”

“Thank you, Miss..?” You never caught her name. She bowed her head in respect. “My name is Quincy, Miss (L/n). Feel free to address me as such.” You nodded and smiled. “Thank you Quincy.” She left and you immediately hopped out of bed and grabbed one of Illumi’s shirt’s from his closet.

You approached his trolley and saw a simple breakfast of rice, egg and bacon. A glass of juice sat next to your hot bowl with a folded piece of paper. You took the paper and unfolded it. 

Dear (Y/n),

I realize how unbecoming it was of my mother to interrogate you like that at dinner in front of the family. You must have been uncomfortable and nervous and it is to my shame that you had to endure that.

Allow me to make it up to you, at this point, you have missed breakfast but I would not have you sit with us after the humiliation you suffered last night and my failure to stop it.  Enjoy this breakfast and use the shower. I would like you to meet with me in the gardens at twelve o’clock. I have a gift for you.

Forever yours,

Illumi Zoldyck.

You rubbed your eyes and a sad smile graced your lips. You knew he cared about you, you just knew it. Hopefully this would all be resolved soon and maybe just maybe, this would make you two stronger.

*********

Kikyo peered into the training room and smirked as her eldest son was completing his cool down stretches. She was in a mood. A good mood shockingly enough but for all the wrong reasons. In her eyes, Illumi was perfect. Her perfect boy who she had raised to be the perfect killer. It took blood sweat and tears but the final result was everything she had hoped for.

Now if only Killua could follow his example, then everything would be jolly but not everything goes to plan. She could only have faith in her husband's words and hope that Killua comes back home. But for now, she’ll wait patiently. He does have that needle in his head so he should be safe.

But for now, she was worried about her current problem, how to get rid of the wench that had seduced her precious Illumi. To her it was unforgivable. The unforgivable crime of having her firstborn stolen from her by some little goody two shoes rat. Illumi is simply minded. Sure this girl may seem pretty but she’s strong. Too strong for Kikyo to feel comfortable with.

Being a specialist and an exorcist is definitely something to brag about but still, from what she knows, she slowly but steadily becomes better and better in combat and her nen abilities. She needs a woman she can control, someone who wouldn’t dare rise against her or turn her son against her.

She’s too kind hearted and loving. That could weaken Illumi and that's not what he needs.

But if he was only using her for things like sexual gradtification then she would understand, her son was young man and he needs an outlet to release all his wants and desires on. But even so, she may be a pretty girl, but she’s not the most beautiful creature to walk the earth.

And she would make her son see that.

“Oh Illumi dear!” She walked inside the training room and Illumi completely halted his actions. “Yes mother, what is it you require of me?” He stood up and was on the same level and she put on a fake smile. A smile she wore many times in her youth when she posed as a damsel in distress in order to get closer to her targets.

“Illumi dear, I haven’t spent much time with you recently and I think you and I should have some mother-son bonding time. Don’t you think that's appropriate?” He tilted his head at her request. “That's new, you usually don’t ask such of me.” He stated. Kikyo got ticked off by the answer and slammed her fan down into the palm of her hand. 

“And!? Are you questioning that I have some form of ulterior motive?! How dare you disrespect me like that Illumi! You ungrateful child!” You spat. Illumi blinked and sighed. “I didn’t say that Mother, I just said you don’t usually ask me things like that.” She began to fake tears of betrayal and fell to her knees. “Is it too much for a mother to spend some time with her first born! After all, you are about to leave me behind for some other woman! How can you be so careless of my feelings,iIl?!”

He sighed and bent down to caress his mother’s back. “I’m sorry mother, I had no idea I was thinking so carelessly. Allow me to go check on (Y/n) first.” He stood up but his mother grabbed his arm. “Oh don’t be silly Ill, I’ve already sent a butler to come and show her around. Come let us go to the Gazebo.” She proceeded to drag him out of the training room, uncaring of his protests to shower first due to his clothes being riddled with sweat.

Her plan was showing results.

Kikyo spotted Butler, Quincy leaving the laundry room, a pair of clothes neatly ironed and folded. She placed them on the bottom shelf of the trolly, having already collected the Harlot’s toiletries and breakfast. Kikyo came out from her hiding spot and approached the female butler.

“Servant.” She commanded, Quincy stiffened and turned around to face the lady of the house. “Yes My Lady?” She bowed her head quickly as a sign of respect. Kikyo handed her a folded piece of paper. “Put the note beside her food. I want you to head straight to her room and deliver her food to her. Don’t answer any questions about the note. Tell her it's not for you to say. Once it's there, leave immediately.”

Quincy nodded her head. “Yes My Lady.” She shuffled off, pushing the trolley off in the direction of Illumi’s room. Kikyo smiled victorious. She felt offended that the girl didn’t sleep in the room she set up for her but she is her darling Illumi’s plaything, it can’t be helped.

This will teach her to come to her home and try to steal her son away. She had seen Illumi’s handwriting many times, so forging a note was easy work. This will surely drive them apart.

*******

Saying you were sad was an understatement. You were incredibly distraught. 

After breakfast, you spent much time in the bathroom, shaving your bodily hair, plucking eyebrows, using expensive serum’s to make your skin glow, eye masks, lip masks, face masks, pore strips and eyelash serums. You could keep going. You maintained your hair so it was silky and moving, just how illumi liked it. You spent ten minutes making sure there were no knots in your hair.

And now you were at the gardens, you arrived five minutes early to make sure you didn’t miss him. You then looked at your watch. It read twelve thirty five, you had been sitting on this stone bench for forty minutes and you were completely stumped. Why hadn’t Illumi shown up?

“Miss (L/n)? Are you alright Ma’am?” You looked to your right and spotted Quincy. She bowed and you were honestly getting sick of all the formalities. “No, not really. Illumi promised to meet me here half an hour ago.” You shook your head. You didn’t know what to do anymore. “That is quite strange. Master Illumi is quite punctual.” She informed you but you couldn’t help but put your face in your hands and groan.

“What is up with him? I’ve never seen him act like this. It scares me..”

“Is there something we can help you with, Miss (L/n)?” said a deep voice.

You turned the opposite direction and saw it was the old woman from the other day and a much younger woman with long black hair and grayish green eyes. They approached and bowed slightly. “Ms. Tsubone! Ms Amane!” Quincy bowed quickly at the two other butlers and you were just confused on what was happening.

“My lady, I am Tsubone. Master Silva’s personal butler and this is my granddaughter, Amane. If there’s something troubling you, we’d be more than happy to assist.” She gave a gentle smile, her granddaughter didn’t give one though. You could tell she was trying to come off as friendly. “Well, the only thing I want right now is to see Illumi. He promised to meet me half an hour ago.”

“Master Illumi? Why, He is with his mother at her gazebo.” Tsubone informed. Your face dropped. Then it turned to anger. You quickly stood up. “What!? What is he doing there! He promised to meet me-” You froze and looked at Quincy. Something wasn’t adding up. You pulled out the note.

“Quincy, who gave you this note?” You demanded. Quincy kept her lips sealed, only uttering. “It's not for me to say..” You began to get frustrated. “Okay, someone is keeping secrets from me and this isn’t cool!” Tsubone tapped your shoulder. “If you allow me, my lady.” She held out her hand and you handed her the note. She opened it up and observed the note.

The paper was a light lavender color The paper itself was embroidered with a darker orchid design.

“I recognise this paper anywhere. Madame Kikyo keeps a notebook filled with these types of pages on her vanity, and uses them to write notes to her husband.” You felt stupid after her analogy. Of course! Of course that witch would pull something like this. You’ve been completely bamboozled.

“I knew it.. I knew things couldn’t be that simple. No. Things can never be simple.” You wail, keeping your tears out of your eyes. This woman was doing this to get a rise from you. You massage your temples and groan. “When can I get a moment of peace? Why is she doing this? Why is Illumi letting her do this?” 

“If I may, shall I give you some advice ma’am.” The older woman spoke. You nodded and took a seat on the stone bench. “Master Illumi takes after his mother, Madame Kikyo. I served the Zoldyck clan long before Madame Kikyo became the Matriarch. She is not a good woman. She is a twisted woman and those traits shine strong in master’s Illumi and Milluki.”

You listened carefully to her words. You always knew that Illumi wasn’t the most morally gray man to live, he and Hisoka were always up to no good but you loved him, so you thought you could live with that. “You my dear seem like a kind and compassionate woman, it's obvious you care about master Illumi. In another world, there might have been a chance you could’ve helped him with his demons. But I’m afraid as long as Madame Kikyo is alive, she will always have her claws sunk deep into him.”

“No! That can’t be!” You protested. Your fingers twisted through your locks and pulled at them. “She’s his mother, she can’t seriously control his movements his entire life. For instance, Illumi chose me! He asked to court me, why would he let her mess everything up!” You rubbed your bare arms, Tsubone bowed slightly. “(Y/n), may I call you that?” she requested.

“Um, of course.” You granted. Tsubone sat on the other end of the bench and looked you straight in the eyes. You knew the nexts words she would say would be harsh but something tells you, you need to hear her out. “(Y/n), Master Illumi is not the heir of the Zoldyck clan, I’m sure you know this. That privilege has been left to his younger brother Killua. One the main reasons he is not the heir is because he is too unstable and power hungry for his own good. (Y/n), leave this place, leave master Illumi while you can. I fear if you stay too long, both Master Illumi and Madame Kikyo will break you down, destroy you until you are a putty, and you will be molded to be the ideal woman they want you to be.”

“That… That…” You couldn’t get what you wanted to say out loud. Not until you were interrupted.

“My, My. What is all this commotion?” Sounded an old voice.

The three butlers bowed and you noticed Zeno approach the four of you. “Ah, Mr Zoldyck.” You got up and bowed your head. Zeno waved off the butlers. “Go, leave us be.” The three butlers dispersed at his command. “Is there something I could help you with Mr Zoldyck?” He chuckled at your question. “Child, just Zeno will do just fine..” You blushed as he walked past you. “I- I’m sorry… Zeno?” It felt weird referring to him by his given name, like what your doing is forbidden.

“Me and Kalluto will be heading up the mountain, since Illumi’s not with you, will you join us?” He offered, you looked around, it didn’t appear that your boyfriend would be showing up any time soon so you nodded. “Um… Okay.” You joined him but his side and walked towards wherever he was leading you too.

*****

“So tell me, what do your parents do for a living?” The old man asked as you traveled up the mountain, you kept a steady pace with him as Kalluto kept silent. He didn’t seem like he wanted to talk much and you could respect that. “My father is a ruins hunter. My mother died a year after I was born. She had stage four cancer that went undetected. Dad has raised me ever since.” You both hop over a trench, Kalluto following you.

“I’m sorry to hear that, it must have been hard for your father. Dealing with Child rearing and work.” He stated, you couldn’t help but giggle. “Hm? What's funny?” the old man’s interest in you had peaked. “I don't think it was hard. My dad always told me that even though it was sad we lost mom, his team was there to help pick him back up.” You then divulged your life story to the old man.

You had a happy childhood, your dad would take you on many adventures and you can’t remember a moment when you were sad. It wasn’t just your dad, he had a whole team filled with different hunters who you considered family. A couple in the team had a few kids who you would look after where every morning, you woke up to a fresh catch and everynight, you would sleep under the stars.

“Well, it seems you had a very cheerful childhood.” The old man noted and you nodded. “Yeah, I remember when I left my dad’s team to become a hunter and fighter at heavens arena, everything was very different. The city, the people. I was scared at first but it became okay- oh!” You noticed a certain flourish of leaf-like sprouts coming from the ground.

“What are you doing now?” Zeno seemed confused by your actions. “This is a rare plant! I’ve only seen it in books but apparently it's meant to strengthen your immune system and it's great for building up resistance to poisons and venoms.” That seemed to earn a laugh from Zeno. “That rare plant is a native species to this mountain. We cultivated it to survive and the volcanic soil surely helps with its growth. We always cook it with our meals.”

Even Kalluto was surprised. “I didn’t know that grandfather.” He looked down at his grandson and snickered. “Well we do have the genes, it’s what helped us get where we needed to be.” You smiled, at least now you knew why Illumi was so unaffected by poison now. “That is so cool!” You commented.

The three of you finally made it up the mountain, Zeno sat on a tree stump to rest his weary bones. You went further into the crevice of the mountain and saw the gaping hole of where the volcanic lava should be. “How long has the volcano been asleep for?” You asked Zeno as he rolled his shoulders. 

“Can’t say, I do believe it might have been a few thousand years.” He commented. You looked out at the view but you couldn’t really see much due to the cloud bank. “Aw man… If these clouds weren’t here, I’m positive I could see the world tree..” You moaned.

You felt a tug on your shirt and you looked down to see Kalluto trying to get your attention. “Oh, Is there something you need, Kalluto?” He remained silent. He reminded you of Illumi in a way, very silent and kinda vague. “You said you can read fortunes with tarot cards, can you read mine?”

Your mouth gaped and turned into a smile. “Aw, of course I can!” You said giddily. Kalluto took offense and sneered. “Hey! Don’t be like that! I just want to see if you're telling the truth!” You chuckled before sitting down on the ground. “Okay, Okay. Let's get started!”

Kalluto joined you on the ground and you reached into your card pouch. In your hands were the key to your fortune and clairvoyance. The back of your cards were blue, they were an old brand that your father and you picked up at an old store that sold crystals and what not. You think you were eight when you got these.

You shuffled the cards in your hands, Kalluto spoke up. “So, how long have you done tarot card readings?” He asked. You smirked. “Well I got these twelve years ago, but it took me a while to remember all the cards names and their meanings. So maybe eleven, ten? I wasn’t the brightest kid.” He looked at you like you were stupid and you expected that reaction.

You laid the cards out in front of you in a neat row and looked down at your client. “Well go on, choose one card.” he stuttered. “Wait, hang on, explain to me how these work again!” You nodded. “In this deck are twenty two cards, each with a positive and negative meeting. You will choose one and depending on what card you choose, will determine what part of your future I will see. Are you ready?”

He nods in turn and scans through the selection. You don’t look at the cards because many people think you looking at a particular card means something. It's in all honesty a random shuffle, you don’t know which card he’ll choose.

“Um…uhh….This one!” He picked up a card and handed it to you. You took the card and turned it over so he could see it. “The hanged man, a traitor who surrendered to his fate. Many sacrifice themselves in the name of martyrdom when they believe what they are doing is right, but it could be no matter how much you bet on it, there could always be a negative outcome…. Would you like to see more?”

Kalluto was confused by your words. But the minute he handed your card to him, you could already see the painful yet needed journey he was in for. He nodded cautiously. You held out your hands and he took them.

“WHY!? Why would Killua leave us?”

“I’ll make this right, I will bring him home.”

“Welcome to the phantom troupe.”

Kalluto pulled away when visions of the future came piling into his head. He fell back and looked at you with wide eyes. “What was that?!” he barked. Your eyes were dull, that he noticed. You closed your eyelids and rubbed them. “That was just a small peek into your potential future.”

“Potential?!”  He squeaked.

“These visions are subjective, the future always changes depending on the decisions you make. It's clear that you want someone back in your life, to bring stability. You will be willing to go to great lengths to ensure this but, ask yourself, are you doing it for yourself or for them?” You picked up your cards and put them back into their pouch before you stood up and walked over to Zeno who looked amused at the scene.

“That looked quite impressive.” He stated. You sat on the ground beside the old man, Kalluto never took his eyes off you, he looked a bit shocked, like he wasn’t ready to see what you showed him. But in your own words, A little bit of insight goes a long way. “It takes up quite a bit of nen to be honest, I always keep stores of it whenever I meditate.”

“And what you said, your visions are the subject. Something tells me you my dear don’t believe in fate.” He stroked his chin and you leaned back to look at the cloudy sky. “Nothing is set in stone, I’m a believer of the butterfly effect. You know the theory that when a butterfly flaps its wings, it can cause a typhoon somewhere else.” 

“A bit extreme if you ask me, why, can you think of an example?”

“Yeah actually. When I was living in the heavens area, i decided to stay up late one night, my match didn’t start till later on in the day. It was a bad decision on my part because I woke up later than I expected. I was in a rush to get to my fight and on my way, I ran into Hisoka who’s match wasn’t on until much later. If I decided to go to bed early and make it on time, you might be talking to someone else right now or no one at all, butterfly effect!”

The oldman chuckled at your analogy. “That is a strange way of looking at it, you are an intriguing girl (Y/n)”. A silence overcame the two of you as you stared off into the clouds. Slowly, they parted and you could see the view a lot more better. And that’s when you saw it.

“The world tree! I knew I’d be able to see it!” You grinned, pointing at the large tree in the far off distance. The old man looked at the tree too and smirked. “I remember climbing that tree once when I was a young lad, it was quite an exercise. Have you ever been there?” He asked and you nodded. “Yup, me and my dad have climbed it together a few times, we climb all the way to the top and then we’d eat some sandwiches and enjoy the view.”

You had to admit, you were enjoying your conversation with Zeno, he was a wise man and wasn’t at all what you expected. “Zeno, may I ask you a question?” He looked at you and shrugged his shoulders. “If I can answer it, then yes.”

“Is my relationship with Illumi… a losing battle?” You asked. You tried not to mumble but he heard you just fine. “It depends, why are you asking me this?”

“Well, I love Illumi… but ever since I got here, his mother has made it clear that I’m not wanted. Sure I don’t have a body count and I’m still improving my skills. I want to be recognised because that's what Illumi wants. I want to integrate into the family so that everyone will accept me but I’m kinda scared.”

He chuckled. “Scared of what? That Kikyo will feed you to Mike?”

“No!” You couldn’t help but giggle, although the thought of being fed to that overgrown hound is terrifying. “What I guess I'm saying is, if I do become a member of your family, I’ll have to reinvent myself. I have to become an assassin. I’m not judging you guys but it's a foreign concept to me. Killing people for money.”

He hummed. “I understand where you’re coming. You seem like a good person so let me tell you something. The difference between Illumi, Kikyo and I.” You were all ears, looking up at the old wise man. “You see, although it's embarrassing to admit, I’ve never taken a life outside of my targets. I keep it a principle of mine not to involve innocent people when necessary, keep my work life separate from my personal life.”

To your dread, you could already see where this was going.

“Both Kikyo and Illumi murder reguardless if the person a target or not. They are both mentally unstable, Kikyo will kill someone if they irritate her in any way, Illumi will kill someone if he finds it convenient for himself.” He stands up and you follow his lead. “Let me share some words of wisdom, (Y/n).”

“Yes Zeno.” You respond, putting your hands together, fidgeting your fingers. You wanted your relationship with him to work. Any advice would be good. 

“Illumi is a cold blooded assassin but he is capable of love. But the way he shows it and goes about it is self destructive and dangerous. Up until we met you, I’ve only known him to only be capable of showing love to his family. That fact he met you and fell in love is surprising but I have no doubt in my mind he will do anything in his power to keep you where he wants you.” He finished.

“But what about his mother? To him, she can do no wrong in his eyes.”

“You're right about that, he always has some backwards logic to justify her actions. I would be wary if I were you (Y/n) and watch your back.”

He called Kalluto to come follow him as he descended down the mountain. You followed their steps and began to go over everything that happened since yesterday. Kikyo doesn’t like you. Illumi wants you to conform and work harder for her approval. Tsubone has advised you that getting involved with Illumi was not good on your part and Zeno backs it up by telling you that Illumi is too psychotic for a healthy relationship.

You needed a fucking drink.

****

Descending the mountain until you caught sight of the Zoldyck mansion.  You felt a sense of dread. You would have to face Illumi and Kikyo. You began to question why you even agreed to come here in the first place, the worst decision you ever made. You knew you couldn’t avoid your boyfriend but you had to have a long talk about him and his priorities.

Speaking of the devil, as you entered the gardens with Zeno and Kalluto, you saw none other than your beloved Illumi heading straight for you. “(Y/n).” He did not look happy, and he had an emotionless expression on his face. That spoke volumes on just how well you knew him. “Illumi, I can explain-”

He wrapped his arms around you tightly, you couldn’t help but blush at the contact. “Illumi..?” His grip got tighter and tighter as if you could disappear at any moment. “Where did you go? I searched everywhere for you.” Was he scared that you might have left? “Well-”

“I invited (Y/n) to come up the mountain with me and Kalluto. Calm yourself, we had an insightful chat. In my opinion, she's a bit of your league grandson.” Zeno interfered, putting his hands behind his back and walking off. Kalluto stepped to your side, looking up at you. “Hey, (Y/n)..” He uttered.

You looked down at him from Illumi’s tight grasp. “Yes Kalluto?” He had a light blush on his face before muttering. “Yourprettycool.” quickly before running off to join his grandfather. That honestly surprised you, you thought that he may have some feelings of uneasiness or resentment. You guess not.

“Well, it seems your grandfather and brother like me!” You joked. But Illumi kept staring at you with those serious eyes. Something was wrong, terribly wrong. “You love me right?” He asked, you were silent, you had no idea where this was going but your gut was telling you it was bad. “Uh- Of course I do. Why would you ask me that?” He pulled away from you harshly. “Would you do anything for me?”

“Yes, Illumi… What's going on?” he grabbed your wrist and pulled you along.

“My mother has invited some guests.”

*****

Illumi dragged you along to the east side of the manor while you tried to tell him he was hurting you. The butlers opened some large doors into a large drawing room. You paled.

Inside was Kikyo, she looked well as she always did. Wearing her large extravagant dress and frilly hat. She was surrounded by many young beautiful women in extravagant dresses like her. They all looked to be around the same age as you, maybe a bit older. They all had a look of disdain directed towards you.

“Illumi! There you are, please come and talk with us, these women are dying to meet you.” 

At that point, you were done being polite. You were pissed. “Just what the fuck is going on here?!” you screamed. Beautiful woman, around the same age as you and dressed like her? This wasn’t a fucking coincidence.

“You rude little trollop! Illumi, tell her what is going on.” Kikyo smirked. Illumi looked at you and for once, you didn’t recognise him. “Mother has gathered these women to be prospective brides. We’ve come to an agreement.” He seemed… pleased. You didn’t like that.

“Basically!” She interrupted, standing up, the other ladies joining her. They all had devious smiles, like they were about to ruin your day, maybe even your whole life. “These lovely women are from respectable clans, all drained in the ways of assassination. One of them will have the honor of joining our clan and become Illumi’s wife. Meanwhile, we’ve agreed that you’ll become his mistress. You did say you would do anything for him.” The woman by her giggled, making you feel like a fool.

“Illumi. You can’t be serious! Do you realize what you're agreeing to?” You bark.

“It's fine.” He sighed.

“What do you mean it's fine!?” you screeched.

“Don’t shout like that, it's immature. I’m doing it for you. I know I can’t force you to become an assassin. You being a mistress will be a good thing. We can still be together.” He responded condescendingly. You heard the gaggle of women giggle. “Well there you have it! (Y/n), be a dear and return to your quarters, Illumi must decide which one of these beautiful ladies will be his wife.” Kikyo spoke.

He walked forward and you felt a wave of emotions. Humiliation, shame, anger, sadness and worst of all betrayal. You came to the ever prolonged conclusion that even if you fought for Illumi, he would not fight for you. It was over from the beginning, he was never going to fight Kikyo for you. And that was a fact.

The women continued to snicker at you, you felt helpless, trapped. This would be your life from now-

….now…

You reached up to your collar bone and felt for the necklace. The one Illumi had gifted you. It was then you realized you do have a choice. You always had a choice. And you decided at that moment that you don’t deserve this.

Without a moment's hesitation, you ripped the necklace from your body and threw it at Illumi’s head. He didn’t dodge it but he didn’t see it coming. The room went quiet. Illumi turned to face you and Kikyo growled. “How dare you?! I welcome you into my house and this is how you repay my kindness!?”

Illumi’s face had changed progressively, he was annoyed but he was also confused on why you did that. You would not cry, you would not shed a tear. You only had one thing left to say to him.

“You and I are fucking done.”

You stormed out of the drawing room. You heard voices being raised.

“(Y/n)! Come back!” Illumi yelled.

“Don’t bother with her my dear! She was never good enough for you!” Kikyo argued.

You were finished with this relationship. It was sickening, thinking you and him would be forever only to find out he was nothing but… momma’s boy? A coward? No… It didn’t matter any more. You no longer wanted anything to do with him. 

You found your room and  immediately began to shove your clothes into your bag, uncaring if they got crumbled. You were positive your toiletries were still in Illumi’s bathroom. “Fuck it..” You cursed, you could always buy more when you got back to the city. Just grab your things and go, no one was forcing you to stay here.

“(Y/n).” You heard the harsh voice of your now ex boyfriend. You turned around and went white. He was oozing bloodlust, you had only seen him like this a few times but it had never been directed at you. You swallowed and gripped your hands into tight fists. You would not let Illumi force you into submission.

“Illumi, please get out of my way.” You were forced out. It was scary seeing him like this, but you had to be brave, not to show him any weakness. “You can't leave me.  You really want to throw everything we have away?”  You scoffed at the hypocrisy of this man. “If you're so willing to cast me aside for your mother, then yes. I am.” You grab your bag and rush past him but he grabs your wrists.

“You should go to sleep, it's getting late.” He stated before pulling you out of your room and dragging you off in the direction of his room. “Illumi! Let go of me! I said I’m done!” he gripped your wrist tighter as you tried to pull away, even digging your feet into the floor to resist. “No you’re not, we are still together! Are you acting like a child because of this? Nothing has changed.”

“Nothing has changed?! You just agreed to make me a side hoe! All the while you get married to another and have kids with her!” You challenged, trying harder to pull away, dropping your bag so you could use your other hand to pull him away from you. “That's what you're worried about? Sure I’ll be married to another woman but my sights will always be on you. You and I can still have kids, don;t worry about that.”

“What? So your mother can take them away from me as soon as they're born?! Don’t make me laugh! I’m done wasting any more of my time and energy on you! I tried to do this for you, I tried to fight for you but you won’t do that for me, especially in the face of your controlling mother!” You barked.

That pissed him off. “Do NOT talk about my mother, do not bring my family into this. This is between you and me.” You scoffed at his response. “How can I not- actually, here look at this lovely letter you put on my tray this morning!” You grabbed the purple note and shoved it into his hands. He opened it and read it slowly.

“I never sent you this.” He said, which made you laugh. “Yeah, cause she planted it there. I was outside waiting for half an hour until Tsubone came and told me that the paper came from the notepad your mother had in her room. She has constantly set me up for failure and instead of siding with me, defending me you choose to bow down to her!” You pointed out.

“I do not bow down to my mother, you're being ridiculous. Not to mention you're giving yourself too much credit for being a victim. You can’t handle the pressure of being a Zoldyck. Perhaps I was wrong about you…” He was mocking you, so you would smack him with the truth.

“No Illumi, The only person who is wrong is you. Your mother has her nails so deep in you, you can’t even see it. Your nothing but a slave Illumi…to your family.. To your mother and to yourself. Your so trapped in your worker bee mindset, you can’t even see how FUCK UP you’ve become! I should of gotten the fuck out Heavans area if I had known a cowardly brian dead slave like you was gonna walk into my life-”

*SLAP*

“AGH!” You squealed as Illumi backhanded you across the face, sending your skidding across the floor, you felt dizzy at first. You couldn’t make heads or tails of what was going on. But you could hear Illumi’s footsteps get closer to you. “STOP! Get away from me! You monster!”

“Now…”

“Illumi! That's enough!” Barked the familiar voice of Zeno as he interrupted Illumi.

Finally your vision came to you as Zeno approached you two with Silva in tow. “Father, Grandfather.” Illumi acknowledged. You looked down at yourself and you were covered in your own blood. Illumi had broken your nose and your lip had been busted. The shock was only leaving and only then could you feel the pain Illumi had inflicted on you.

You couldn;t stop the flood of tears as you looked at the men you once loved. You could no longer recognise him. He had a violent tendency but never did you think he could or would hit you. Its like someone had ripped off a pair of rose coloured glasses from your face and made you look at the truth.

“Illumi, how much longer do you plan to dishonor our clan?!” Zeno barked. Illumi tilted his head dumbfoundedly. “What do you mean?” Silva had already gotten sick of all this drama happening in his house. “Kikyo already told us your agreement, what respectable woman is to sit back and let you treat her like this. It's bad enough you let Kikyo walk all over your relationship but raising your hand against her when she expressed the desire to leave?” 

“I was disciplining her, I thought that was necessary with one's wife.” Illumi argued before Zeno pushed past him. “Except she’s not yours. Not anymore.” Zeno offered his hand and you gratefully took it. “Tsubone, Amane.” Silva commanded as his two butlers  appeared. “Yes master Silva?” They said gracefully. 

“Take (Y/n) here and escort her to the airport, she wishes to leave.” Silva said, unfeeling.

“Yes sir.” Tsubone responded, taking your bag and taking your hand as Zeno passed you along. “Come now my dear, let's go.” She said comfortingly as Amane handed you a handkerchief for your face. You took it and allowed them to escort you out of the mansion.

****

“Is your nose ok?” Amane asked to help you down the mountain while you trained to keep awake, the smack took a lot out of you, the blood coming from your nose had stopped but you were still dizzy. “I think he broke my nose..” You sobbed

Tsubone let out a sad sigh. “I’m sorry you had to endure this, but I’m glad you found the courage to stand up to him.” You hummed acknowledgement. It was hard but in a way you needed to experience this. It was your first relationship so of course you didn’t see the red flags. Now you know better. Hopefully the nest man you meet will be nothing like Illumi-

“Mike!” Amane shouted. You looked up at the huge hound dog and paled. “He must have smelled your blood and came here!”

“Shit.” You cursed The two butlers in front of you. “(Y/n)! Stay back!” You actually backed up until Mike laid down and crawled on his belly towards you. Now if this had been a smaller dog, you would of found this adorable but with this big ass dog, you were fucking terrified.

“Oh, He’s not showing signs of aggression.” Tsubone noticed as they let  him pass. You backed into a tree and he cornered you. “S-Stop! N-Nice doggie…!” The dog sniffed you, around your lower torso, taking a nice long sniff. “Uh.. Is he gonna eat me..?” You squirmed as he got up and circled you almost protectively.

“No, but I don’t know why he’s acting like that. He only acts so friendly if it's one of the Zoldycks.” Tsubone commented as Amane came to retrieve you from the big dog. He had followed you to the testing gate and whined. It was nice to know only a few people in this place had your back but this was probably this last time you’ll see them or this place.

You shook your head to rid yourself of any doubt, as the testing gates were opened and you left the Zoldyck estate.

****

“Did you have to ruin the boy’s relationship?”

Kikyo didn’t notice her husband coming into her private chambers. She had been dressed for bed, wearing a silk nightdress and a sheer feather robe. Her hair was let down and the only thing she had yet to remove was her visor.

Her Husband was standing in the doorway, his arms crossed and his face contorted in a look of annoyance. “Ruin? I have no idea what you're on about dear, I simply showed the boy the truth.” She removed her pink lipstick, her favorite shade she wore daily.

“These actions of yours will have serious consequences Kikyo, have you thought about that?” He sneered approaching her vanity. He was angry, she could see he was trying to stop himself from roaring. “Honestly Silva, the girl would have never integrated into the family. She is too soft. Our new guests are girls trained from childhood to be the best of the best. They’ll do what they’re told. It's better this way for Illumi.”

“When has that boy even asked anything of us?” Silva questioned. That question put Kikyo off. “What? What do you mean?” She slowly stood up to stand face to face with her husband. She’s always known him to be unfeeling, it's how he has to be if he wants his children to be anything like him.

“For as long as I’ve known him, Illumi has always done what he told. Everything he has ever done has always been for the sake of the family. You and I both know that if it came down to it, he would die for this family-”

“Get to the point, Sliva!”

They were at a standstill with one another. Silva sighed, already fed up with the conversation. “The point is, you took away the only thing he wanted. If he wanted the perfect assassin bride, he would have come to us but no. He chose that girl.” Kikyo chuckled at Silva’s assumption. “Dear, Do you honestly think Illumi is going to throw a tantrum because I took one of his toys away? Don’t be foolish, he’s not a child.”

“He may not be a child, but he's a fully grown, cold blood killer who’s mentally unstable.” As soon as Silva spoke those words, Kikyo freaked out. “HOW DARE YOU! There is nothing wrong with him! All my sons are perfect. You’ll see, by tomorrow, he will have forgotten all about it.”

“ No Kikyo, by tomorrow, he will start to act out, he will fall so deep that not even you can pull him back up. Mark my words, this is only the beginning.” Silva stated before leaving his wife’s chambers.

****

Hey. Can we talk?

Can you please get over this tantrum? I want to see you.

Where are you right now? Are you meeting up with Hisoka?

You're not doing yourself any favors by dragging this out, talk to me.

I know you miss me, just talk to me and we can put this all behind us.

You know you’re in the wrong, I tried to help you.

My mother would have accepted you with open arms, you’re being too emotional.

Why are you not answering? You’re overreacting about all of this, I think you need professional help.

Why are you still ignoring me? Is it because I hit you? You brought that upon yourself.

Stop ignoring me.

Pick up your phone.

ANSWER ME.

STOP IGNORING ME.

Illumi stared down at his phone, his scream had been cracked. Why were you behaving like this? Won’t you be a good girl and come back to him? He had been messaging you on all your socials. Texting you, trying to facetime you, call you. He guessed you might have been upset so he set a few letters to your house along with a few bouquets of flowers and gifts.

How long has it been? Two? Three weeks since he last saw you. When he’s not on missions, he’s held up in his room, looking at his phone. He’s either trying to get through to you or looking at photos you two had taken together. He decided to take a break from contacting you and to look at your more recent pictures.

He stopped at the picture you had sent him. It was taken the morning before you left for his house. He was spooning you in bed and you put on a goofy face before taking a selfie. He remembered that morning all too well. You were so good for him. You were the best.

After that picture, you asked him for permission to suck his cock which he allowed. You looked so beautiful, using your mouth to pleasure him. After that, he tied your hands to the bedpost and ate you out. Afterwards you and him made breakfast. You sat at the table together in a comfortable silence, eating french toast and bacon. 

You two had gotten in the shower where you massaged shampoo into his scalp and went to work on his hair. He liked allowing himself to be vulnerable. Only in front of you though. He did the same for you and you two had relaxed in the bath together, allowing the minerals you had put in before to sink into your skins.

After a light yoga session, he had rubbed your feet to make sure they didn’t get sore. Afterwards you had asked his permission to kiss him, he granted it and you had crawled onto his lap to smooch him. He remembers holding your waist and grinding you against his clothed cock until he shoved you onto the couch and pumped a nice creampie into your pussy, filling you up nicely.

Why? Why did things have to end the way they did? Did you not understand everything he tried to do for you? Sure he would be married to another woman but that wouldn;t mean his feelings would change for you. He would never feel comfortable with another woman. Couldn’t you see you were the one for him?

He won’t be happy with anyone else.

“Illumi dear?” He heard the shy voice of his mother as she entered the room. She came to check in on him. Over the past few weeks, she had been distant. Too distant for her own liking. Never bothering to look at her, say hello when he comes home from a mission.

It's been a week since the woman she invited over had left. She had instructed them to do whatever they could to have Illumi fall in love with them, but not a single one was able to live up to her expectations. He always shut them out or ignored him. She told them to pack up and leave, that they would  try again in the future.

“Yes… Mother..?” He was tired. He’d never sleep. Maybe two to three times a week at best. The bags under his eyes were proof enough. Kikyo was startled at her son’s condition. “Illumi! What is going on!? This is no way to conduct yourself!” He was on the floor, in the dark. Simply staring at his phone.

She turned on the light and was even more appalled at what she saw. He had been covered in poorly wrapped bandages, bloody could be seen through his coverings and judging the shape of his body, he had lost weight. “Illumi! Look at yourself! You’re scaring me!” She marched over to him and pulled the phone out of his hand.

“Don’t-”

The only thing she saw was photos. Photos and videos of him and (Y/n). Some wholesome, some lewd. But altogether, they looked happy with one another. “Illumi..” She wanted to say more but he aggressively snatched the phone out of her hand. “Don’t go touching my belongings.” He growled.

“Illumi!” she cried as he stomped over to his bathroom and slammed the door. Looking around his room, it was in disarray. His sheets did not look clean, there were visible stains, certain stains she could easily recognise, being a married woman, she grabbed his duvet and threw it over his bed to cover them.

While doing that, she smelt a strong fragrance coming from them, noticing a purple perfume bottle on his nice stand, she grabbed it. It must have belonged to (Y/n). Illumi had been spraying it on his bed at night. She also noticed the perfume was from one of those lewd lingerie companies. typical.

“Illumi, please talk to me.” She said calmly, opening his bathroom door. He was standing over his sink, brushing his teeth, with a pink toothbrush... He turned to look at her, he had some pink fluffy headband pushing his hair back, on the sink was a punch of feminine looking facial products and tools. Even the hair brush was a shade of hot pink. “Illumi… Is that.. (Y/n)’s toothbrush you're using..?”

He didn’t say anything, only proceeded to slam the door in her face.

****

“I messed up.”

Kikyo admitted after storming into Silva’s personal chambers and sitting in the chair in front of him. Silva merely relaxed, a face of indifference on him as his hound snored. “I told you this would happen. This is only a taste of things to come. He will spiral out of control and there is nothing you can do about it.” He looked away from his wife.

Kikyo bit her nails, thinking. “There has to be a way to fix this… that girl is our only solution..” she scowled. As much as she didn’t want to admit it that girl was the only solution to fixing her son. “True, she might have been the solution.”

“Might?! Silva, I’ve seen the boy brush his teeth with HER toothbrush, using her tools and products. Hell, all he does when he’s home is look at pictures of her. I think it's safe to say she is the solution!” Why was her husband being like this? First he tells her that this girl and Illumi should be left alone and now he wants to avoid involving her?

“Kikyo, I won’t involve that girl any more. She’s already made up her mind she no longer wants anything to do with Illumi. Unless you’ve got a good reason to bring her back, then I don’t want you or anyone going after the girl.” Silva demanded. His words were absolute. Kikyo growled, storming out of his room.

She couldn’t have this continue. Her son’s sanity and dignity as an assassin was at stake. Those wounds on his body, they aren't self inflicted but she could tell he’s been slacking off. He no longer cares if he gets injured, he’s not upholding that standard of what a Zoldyck assassin should be.

She entered her room and grabbed her dial phone, punching in the numbers to the butler's quarters. “Hello?! Yes, Gotoh. Bring me Votu. I have a mission for him!”

****

“Well, well, well. It's been a while since you and I have seen each other~.”

You went to meet up with Hisoka in Yorknew after a few weeks of isolating in your apartment. You were dealing with what people called ‘The five stages of grief.’ The grief of your now dead romance with Illumi, you hadn’t told anyone yet but you figured you should tell Hisoka. You do plan on walking away from the partnership.

“Yeah, well forgive me magician, I was going through a bit of turmoil.” You sat down on the bar stool next to Hisoka. You were wearing a short shimmering silver dress, hoop earrings and 5 inch heels. He hummed in amusement, swirling his whiskey around in his glass before turning to the bartender. “A drink for her please, what will you be having~?” He asked You sighed before looking at the bartender. “I’ll have what he’s having.”

The bartender nodded. “So, Illumi told me you were behaving like a brat at his place~ But I wanted to get your side of the story~” You groaned at his name. Resisting the urge to rub your face, not wanting to smudge your makeup. “Do you want the long version or the short version?”  You asked.

“Don’t bore me with the details, short version.”

“Bascially, Illumi’s mother is the devil but Illumi sees her like some fucking angel. Hates me for no reason. Made it pretty fucking apparent when she invited five other hoes to be wife while they agreed I would be some mistress. So I said, fuck that shit, I’m out. Illumi got annoyed, didn’t want me to leave, so I called him and he hit me in the face. So yeah, I broke up with him.” You clapped your hands as the bartender put your drink in front of you. 

You took a much needed drink of your whiskey, letting out a sigh of relief. Looking back at Hisoka, he had a look of surprise. “What?” you asked. He in turn took a sip of his own drink. “Well, I wasn’t expecting that..” He remarked.

“What were you expecting?” You questioned, looking at the rack of liquor on the shelves. “I don’t know If I’m being honest, I’ve never met his family, he doesn;t like anyone contacting his family.” You two finished your drinks and ordered more. “So what will you do now? It's not like you can avoid him.” He noted.

“Actually, I can. I never want to see him. So, I’m ending the partnership…” You sighed, he raised his eyebrows. “What? Are you being serious?” He questioned. “Look Hisoka, You know I have nothing against you, I just don’t think I can ever be around Illumi again. I will be there for you if you ever need me, I owe you a lot.” You drank from your sugary cocktail as he chose another bourbon. 

“Well, it's your decision. I can’t force you. Are you here for the auction?” He changed the subject and you shook your head. “No, I just came here to talk to you.”

“Well that's good. I wouldn’t have gone to that auction if I were you.”

“Why do you mean?”

He used his fingers on the bar in a crawling motion. “Oh..” You knew what that meant. It meant he was up to no good with the Phantom troupe. “So what will you do now? Will you continue fighting in Heavens area?” You shook your head. “No, I’m done with Heavens area. For now anyway. I think I’m going to go join my dad and his team on the field. I’m a hunter so I’m gonna do my best to be like him-”

You felt a flood of pain enter your brain and you clutched the side of your head.

“Are you alright?” He asked as you took another sip of your cocktail. “I’m fine..” He just continued to stare at you. “What? Hisoka, you're kinda freaking me out.” You looked away, not wanting to face him. “Since when do you wear so much makeup?” You froze. “I.. uh.. Broke out.”

Your nose was fine, your lips too. But over the course of the last few weeks, your face broke out, acne covering  your forehead, cheeks and chin and body. You’ve been doing all you can to stop it but you know the reason why it's happening.

“(Y/n). Are you sick? Women’s troubles?” He asked quietly. You didn’t see any more reason to hide it from him.

“I’m pregnant.” You stated. 

Not loud enough for everyone to hear, just to reach Hisoka’s ears. He didn’t know how to react, his face was stone cold. “Did.. I hear that correctly?” You nodded. “Yeah. I went to the doctor to get a blood test two weeks ago which confirmed it.” Hisoka looked left and right before coming back over to you. “How far along are you?” he asked.

“Seven weeks.” You muttered. A serious expression painted his features. “If Illumi or the other Zoldycks find out-”

“Don’t worry, I’m going to book an appointment at a clinic in the federation of Ochima. I’m meeting up with my dad and his team for their next expedition. I’m going to abort it…” You said sadly, taking a last drink from your cocktail before ordering another one. “By your tone, you sound like you don’t want to.”

“I don’t know. But I can’t risk being hunted down by the Zoldycks of all people. Besides, if I did give birth to this child, it would resent its life. They would be trained like Illumi was and I don’t wish that upon anyone.” Hisoka hummed at your resolve. “I have to admit, Illumi always did have a few screws loose. I don’t think he would be proper father material anyways.”

It hurt you more than anything but Hisoka was right. Before you had visited the Zoldycks and got a true glimpse into what their lives are like, you dreamed of what your life would be like. Illumi always told you he wanted to start a family with you. You would dream of a nice happy home, children in your arms, Illumi coming home to greet you with a kiss everyday.

That dream had been shattered.

“It doesn’t matter anyway. My flight is this week so I probably won’t see you for a few months.”

“Shall we drink for new beginnings?” Hiskoa raised his glass, a smirk on his devilish face.

“Lets.” You clink your glass with his.

*****

“The girl is pregnant, madam.” Spoke Votu on the other end of the receiver.

“What?! Are you sure?” Kikyo huffed, sitting at her vanity, looking at herself in the vanity mirror, biting her nails. “Affirmative Madame.” Seven weeks but she discussed with Morow that she plans to abort the child once she reaches The Federation of Ochima.”

“I see.” She stopped biting her nails to straighten her hat. “Would you like any further action from me madam?” Votu asked, currently standing on the street outside the bar you were in, talking to Kikyo on the phone.

“Yes, I want you to tail that girl and give me any more updates. But before that, break into that clinic she got her blood work done and fax me those results. I need prove she is indeed with child and remember, do not mention a word about the abortion. Do you understand Votu?”

“Of course madame, I will take this with me to the grave.”

“Good.” She slammed the receiver back onto the base of the dial phone.

****

“Silva!” Kikyo cried as she burst into the dining room where her father, husband, and Kalluto were currently eating breakfast in silence. First thing Kikyo did that morning was go to Milluki’s room where the fax machine was kept for Zoldyck intelligence only. He was a bit surprised to see her come in so early.

After she confirmed with Votu that the results he sent her were correct, she rushed to her husband’s side.

“What is it now, wife?” He asked, slightly annoyed. She put the papers in front of him so he may read it himself. “What is this Kikyo..?” She slammed her hands to show her authority. “Positive Pregnancy test results Silva! What else?”

“Are you guys having another baby?” Zeno asked curiously and worried.

“Am I going to have another sibling, mother?” Kalluto pipped, eyes full of hope.

“What? No! Don’t be ridiculous.” Kikyo fumed while pointing her finger at a certain section of the page. “Look there.” Silva looked to where his wife had directed him. “(Y/n) (L/n)” Silva read out loud. The room went dead silent. Everyone stopped eating. “(Y/n) is pregnant with Illumi’s baby. Is that enough reason to bring her back here?”

“How do you even know this in the first place?”  Silva interrogated. 

“I sent one of the butlers to do a bit of recon work on her. You said it yourself, you won’t bring her back with a good reason, I had to dig up whatever I could.” That caused Silva to sneer. “And how do I know these results aren't fake? For all I know you had someone forge these.”

“Do you believe I would go that far? As far as anyone is concerned, she could have at least a million photos of Illumi on her phone she could give out to blacklist hunters, Each one giving her a million jenny! Jeopardizing Illumi’s anonymity? Why would I fabricate something like this?!” Kikyo argued.

At the end of the table, Zeno shrugged. “She does have a point, Silva.”

The man folded his muscled arms, going over all the information that he had just received. “Where is this butler you had watch the girl?” Kikyo in turn folded her arms. “Votu. Is currently watching (Y/n), His last report told me she flew back to her apartment in Padokea and is ending her apartment lease with her landlord. She’s already packed up and on her way to the Federation of Ochima.” 

“I see..” Silva was still debating it in his mind so Kikyo decided to give him the extra nudge.

“Look Silva! That girl is pregnant with a Zoldyck child! We can not allow her to walk around with Illumi’s bastard. This will put a serious stain on our reputation and honor if enemies are found out. It would smear our very name. We will look no more like lowly, unruly mercenaries.”

After that, Silva stood up and faced his wife. “Okay then. I’ve made my decision. While I do not want this girl involved in any more petty drama you have going on with, We can not ignore that she is carrying our grandchild. Inform Illumi and tell him we will allow him to go get her back.”

She nodded her head and as she exited the hall, she had a malicious smirk on her face.

****

As she wandered down the hallway to illumi’s room, it finally snapped in her head. She was going to be a grandmother. A grandmother. It was one thing having your own kids but having them give birth to their own children. Kikyo felt elated, cheery, happy. She never once thought what having grandchildren was like but now one thing was for certain.

She wants them and there was no way you were going through that abortion.

Before she entered Illumi’s room, she pinched her cheeks and thought sad thoughts. “Killua leaving home. Killua making friends. Killua abandoning me.” She quietly chanted to herself before she dramatically bursted into Illumi’s room without a care on what he was doing. “Illumi!”

He was on his bed, going through his phone, looking at pictures of her before his mother burst in, gracefully falling to the floor with tears flowing past her visor. “Oh Illumi! Illumi my son!” he cried. He didn’t care. He didn’t think he could care any more. Not about his mother, Hisoka, hell not even Killua. Not unless (Y/n) was with him-

“It's (Y/n) my dear! Oh my goodness Illumi, My poor heart can no longer take this suffering!”

Well, that got his attention. “Mother? What's wrong? What happened to (Y/n)?” He put his phone down and got off his bed, crouching beside his mother. She in turn grabbed his shoulders. “Illumi! (Y/n) is seven weeks pregnant! Pregnant you here! And we have no doubt that the child is yours!”

Illumi froze, for weeks you’ve been ignoring his calls, his text and all other forms of contacting you. These past few weeks, he has felt empty without you by his side. Not being able to touch you, hear your voice. He even started to regret hitting you. And then his mother comes in and tells him you are with child. His child. He didn’t know what else to say, other than-

“Well, yes. We had sex almost everyday.”

Kikyo went silent, looking at him with an awkward stare before going back to bawling her eyes out. “That's not even the worst thing! She plans to abort the pregnancy! She wishes to deprive me of my first grandbaby!” In a second, Illumi’s emotions went from hopeful to murderous.

“....What..?” His bloodlust began to ooze everywhere, had she not seen him like that a million times, she might have been scared. Illumi was mad, furious. His teeth chattered with pure rage. First you abandon him out of ill temper and now you want to kill his baby? Kikyo grabbed her son by the face to have him look into her visor.

“Listen to me Illumi and Listen well. Your father and grandfather are under the assumption she intends to keep the baby. If they knew the truth, they would not have told me to tell you to go and drag her back here. Do you understand what I am saying Illumi?”

He clenched his teeth together as his bloodlust eased. He knew what he must do.”

“Crystal.” He sneered.

“Good, I have a butler tailing her to The federation of Ochima, I’ll give you his contact and let him know your-”

“Mother.” Illumi interrupted. Kikyo stopped in her speech as Illumi gave her a serious look. “Why are you doing this mother? I thought you disliked (Y/n). Why are you telling me this..?”

“Me? Dislike (Y/n)? No son! You have it all wrong, I was simply trying to protect you from a girl who would be the right match for you, she is a soft heart girl so you can see why I was skeptical of her. But now that I know she’s with child, this completely changes everything! I’m more than happy if you want her!” Kikyo lied through her lips. At this point, she would do anything to get her son to go along with her plans.

“I understand mother.” Before he went to stand up, Kikyo pulled him back down “But Illumi, there's something we need to discuss. You know how (Y/n) misbehaved when she came here. I don’t mind if she’s not an assassin but she must learn how to be a subservient and obedient wife. Promise me when she gets here, we’ll start on her training.”

It was that word that made him agree to it instantly. Wife. Kikyo just told him he’s allowed to make (Y/n) his wife. This is what he has wanted since the minute he knew he was in love with (Y/n). His smile was unnatural and creepy. Like a specter haunting his unaware victims, his words were absolute.

“Yes Mother.”

*****

“So, you’re telling me, you go out, you met some stranger and you decide to have unprotected sex with him?! (Y/n), I thought I warned you all about this!” Your father lectured while you sat at the table, drinking some hot chocolate. “I’m sorry dad but I was drunk! We were both drunk! Neither of us thought to use a condom and by the time I woke up, he was already gone!” you lied.

Now, Embarrassingly enough, you didn’t tell your father about your year long relationship with Illumi. One reason was because you didn’t know how he’d react to you being involved romantically with one of the most infamous killers in the world and two, Illumi wanted to wait to reveal your relationship until his parents approved of yours and gave you their blessings.

It's ironic now that you think about it. He was more concerned with his parents' approval of you then his with your father. “Whatever, what’s done is done.” He sat down beside you, running his hands through his hair. You two were in his tent on his next expedition. He met you at the airport where your two caught up. He brought you to the expedition site where everyone celebrated your return. 

You didn’t want to ruin the night by telling of your ‘So called’ one night stand and the abortion you planned on having but you couldn’t keep it from him forever. “So, when is your procedure?” He asked, taking a sip of his own hot chocolate. “Tomorrow night, I booked it in advance before I came here.”

He scratched his neck and sighed. “Listen, I’m not mad. Just a bit disappointed. I hope you learn from this and to not be so careless anymore.” He stated. You nodded. “I won’t dad. I promise.” He smiled and gave you a kiss on the cheek.

He took your empty cups and brought them to the basin where all the dirty dishes were kept. “In a few weeks, let's say you and I take a trip to the world tree. See if you can finally beat me this time.” You closed your eyes and laughed cockily. “You're on, old man!”

You hear something heavy drop to the floor.

You open your eyes and the world itself has slowed down. Nothing felt real at that moment. Your father lay on the ground, his throat slit too deeply to recover. He didn’t make a sound as all the life drained from his eyes. He went too quickly. Too quietly.

It was then reality hit you.

Your father was not moving.

“NOOOO!” You screamed at the top of you and you pushed the chairs out of your way to grab your father’s still body. “NO! No dad please! You can’t leave me! Not now! Please dad, don’t do this to me! Dad! DAD!” You screeched at the top of your lungs. You pressed your hand against his throat to stop the bleeding but it was all in vain, but you didn’t give up.

“EDITH! Please someone! Anyone please! Come help us please! Dad’s hurt! EDITH WHERE ARE YOU!?” Your continued screeching for the team's medic or just anyone to come help you save your dad. 

“I’m afraid Edith is ‘out’ at the moment.” You heard the all too familiar voice of your ex.

Illumi walked into the tent, you could see the blood on his fingernails as he looked down condescendingly and furiously. In that moment, you knew he knew. No one had to tell but you knew he knew. Did Hisoka rat you out? No, he couldn’t have done that. Hisoka is many things but a snake he isn’t, only not to those he’s actually friends with.

“Illumi…. Illumi please don’t do this to me..! I’m sorry! I’ll do whatever you want! Please just help my dad!” You were in full blown tears, having a proper hysterical fit. You heaved your chest quickly and viciously, were you going to die? It certainly felt like it. Your dad is badly hurt and he isn’t moving and illumi is angry with you. What should you do?

“(Y/n), You should calm down, all this stress of yours is not good for the baby.” He kneeled down beside you and put his hand on your belly, gently rubbing it. “Illumi! I-ill-illumi! My dad! My dad! Please help him-!”

“Yes, don’t worry. I’ll make sure your father is okay. You know you can depend on me.” Illumi smiled, making you look at him. In that moment, you knew everything would be okay. Illumi was there for you. Of course he would. He was your Illumi.

You knew you could trust him, even as he stuck a needle into the back of your neck to make you rest.

“Good girl.”

*****

You woke up with a terrible headache, your vision was blurry and you felt cold. Not unbearably cold but a chill. Thankfully whatever you were laying on was comfortable enough. Although, your arms did ache a lot.

“Ah, You’re finally awake.” You heard the voice of the devil. Your eyes shot open, even though your vision was still a bit blurry, you saw none other than Kikyo standing beside you. You looked around, you were in a holding cell of some sorts. You went to move your arms but they wouldn’t budge. You looked up and saw that your wrists had been chained to the wall.

“What is this!? What's happening!? Where’s Illumi? Where’s my DAD!?” you screamed, struggling in the bed they put you in. Looking down, they had put you in a white cotton nightdress.You kicked your legs, wanting to get free but not matter what you did, you couldn’t free yourself. You even tried to use nen but nothing worked.

“Are you finished with your tantrum? Because if you are, I’ll answer your questions.” She smiled smugly. You stayed still. You had no idea what more this woman wanted from you. “To answer your first two questions. We have placed you in solitary confinement. We became aware that you were pregnant with Illumi’s baby and decided you're much better off with us.”

You huffed sadly, looking up at the devious woman. “But why? I wasn’t planning to keep it, why go through all this trouble?” She seemed annoyed at your question, slamming her fan against her palm. “Because! You're a filthy little ingrate who sunk her paws too deep into my son! It's like he can’t function without you correctly and that became a problem! Besides, you are the womb that's holding my grandchild. I can’t simply ignore that.”

You swallowed but your throat was dry. Your sweat had made you cold and palpable fear built up in you.

“And to answer your previous question. Illumi is gone but he’ll be back in a bit. He brings you some things to make your stay comfortable, you can't have too much stress, it's bad for my grandbaby.” You were disgusted. This woman kept talking to you as if you weren’t human. Like you were only an incubator for Illumi’s baby, it sickened you.

“And for your last question, hmm! He’s gone, flew away to heaven to join your dear mother!” She said happily. You froze. So that wasn’t a dream? But that’s impossible! Illumi said he would help him, how could he do this. “But don’t worry dear, from now on, Silva will be your father and I will be your mother. I’ve decided you're much better off raising Illumi’s baby then off on missions, it's all you’ll be good for anyway.” She smiled, like it was an average tea time chat.

You started hyperventilating as she started to rant about how she’s excited for the arrival of her grandchild, hoping it would be a girl, what names she picked out, what your wedding will be like, what your dress would be like. This woman had your whole life mapped out for you and there was no longer anything you could do.”

“(Y/n), are you alright?” Illumi’s voice appeared as he walked inside to join you. At that moment, you lost it.

“NO! STAY AWAY FROM ME! YOU LIAR! YOU COWARD! YOU SAID YOU WOULD HELP HIM! WHY DIDN’T YOU HELP HIM! MURDERER! MURDERER!” You cried. Hoping anyone, anyone to come help you. But unfortunately, you were all alone in this.

“Illumi! Your wife is misbehaving!”

“I do believe she might have what some doctors call hysteria.”

“Oh! Well as her husband, you should see to it that she’s taken care of then!”

Kikyo smirked as she closed the cell door and Illumi walked towards you and put his hand up your skirt. Kikyo revealed in your screams as they traveled down the corridor.

Ah yes, What a fine daughter you will be.

For any of you wondering, I took inspiration from the new horror game, the quarry for (Y/n)'s nen ability and I've already posted this on on my A03 account if you want to check it out.

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That ending so something niceee

punishment

summary: you act out in retaliation to something onyankopon did, earning yourself a long night of punishment…

cw: spanking ( not a whole lot), cursing, written with a black reader in mind.

word count: 5k (plss i didn’t even realize it was so long😭)

you were pissed. it has been a good week and a half since you’ve last had your guts rearranged. you’re boyfriend onyakopon had been working nonstop making drops and it’s been starting to become irritating how lonely he’s left you. as you laid bored in you and ony’s shared bed, you decided that enough was enough and called your man.

the phone only rang about two times before you heard his deep voice transfer through the speakers. “yea mama?”. it was already hard for you to continue being mad at him but you stayed strong and carried on with your message. “hey pa. i miss you sooooo much.“ you can tell he was smiling through the phone when he replied “i miss you more beautiful. i’ll be home late tonight so don’t stay up waiting for me aii?”. hearing these words caused you to roll your eyes and develop a nasty attitude. “you cannot be for real right now. it’s been so fucking long since i’ve gotten to touch you and you keep on throwing me to the side for some wack ass work.” your irritation began to spread to your lover as he listened to how rude your mouth was right now.

“yo watch your mouth for real bro.” onyankopon commanded. his voice was starting to get you worked up, but giving in wasn’t an option tonight. thinking of all the other times he’s left you all alone until late into the night made you realize that he doesn’t deserve your kindness at all.

”NO. it’s not fair how work gets more attention than me. and i’m not your fucking bro so chill wit that shit.”

onyankopon grips his phone. trying to calmly get through to you. he’s always been pretty patient when it came to you since he knew how sensitive you can be, but tonight you were pushing it. “nah you the one that need to chill. you know damn well all this working i’m doing right now is to keep your little ass happy.”

“i don’t need you to always buy me stuff for me to be happy i just need you to be here”. as onyankopon registered your words he began to feel remorse for how you’re feeling. “i’m sorry mama. i know i’ve been neglecting you a little bit. just one more night and ima be all yours. ima cut back on my work i swear aii?”

listening to your man talk it was becoming harder to stay upset so you decided it’d be better for you to just drop it. “okay boo thank you for listening. and im sorry for cussing at you i didn’t mean to be rude. i was just frustrated and a little lonely.”

“i understand ma it’s all good. i gotta get back to work though so ima see you later. i love you.”

“i love you more baby. byeeee.” as the two of you hung up the phone you felt a huge weight lift off your shoulders. you were a little disappointed in yourself for not being able to stay mad, but being on good terms with your man was always better than being at each others throats all the time. especially when you and onyankopon know that you can barley take him when he’s angry…

as you sat around in your room you were beginning to feel bored again so you decided to call your good best friend sasha. you and sasha met through connie since you usually bought from him and eren. that was until you met up with eren connie and sasha to hotbox in connie’s car. as you snuck out of your moms house to smoke with your friends you approached the car and was stopped dead in your tracks when you seen onyankopon sitting in the back seat wit eren. “you gon keep staring all shy and shit or you gon come sit ma”. as if you were possessed you moved almost instantly to sit down next to the fine ass darkskin man in the car. ever since then the two of you were inseparable and eventually started fucking on the low until you were one day surprised with a beautiful beach dinner, a promise ring, and a card that read “will you be mine?” in onyankopon’s handwriting. while reminiscing on how you and your man met you were interrupted by a loud voice.

“bitch how you gon call me and sit in silence. please don’t tell me you and ony over there fucking and that you called by accident.” you laughed as you picked up your phone to show your empty room. “girl please i’m all alone in this mothafucka. ian seen ony in about seven years.” your words caused sasha to laugh out loud as you rolled your eyes.

“yea whatever girl what you up too?”

“i’m laying in my bed bored as shit waiting for my man to come home”

“good then get the fuck up and come shake some ass wit me”

you scrunched up your face in confusion as you thought about your friends words until you came to an exciting realization

“awww shit i forgot jean and marco were throwing that partyyyy. yea we definitely out to that shit.”

“yea bitch get your baddest fit on quick before that shit get two packed. we gotta be the baddest heffas on the flo to remind bitches that we can’t be fucked wit.”

you laugh as you nod your head in agreement. after a couple more minutes of catching up with sasha you both decide to get ready while on the phone to give each other tips on your outfits.

“we look goooood”

“yea we really doooo. lemme text ony and let him know i’m leaving the house. i don’t wanna get my shit beat in for being home late without saying anything.”

sasha laughed at your statement but quickly stopped smiling a made a stank face when connie entered the frame.

“hey y/n how you been girlllll” connie says in his best girl voice making you laugh.

“hey connn i’ve been good.”

“i’m glad you understand the value of communicating wit your man. this one girl i know never do that shit and always end up getting HER back blown out.”

you immediately knew who this “girl” was and looked at sasha with wide eyes and a smirk.

you can tell that sasha was getting a little embarrassed as she pushed connie out of the camera “yeaaa that’s enough. we coming to get you girl see you in ten”

you say your goodbyes as you hang up the phone and make final touches to your makeup. you decided on wearing a long sleeve brown square neck crop top with your tight black flare pants. you had just gotten your toes done a couple days prior so you decided to wear some brown fuzzy slides to go with the shirt. you usually didn’t have to bring a purse with you to these parties since ony would hold your stuff, but since he won’t be there you decided to bring your mini black leather telfar to hold your lip gloss phone and taser (which your man bought you just incase he wasn’t around to beat niggas up for you). you wore your hair naturally in a curly half up half down. looking at yourself in the mirror you decided to take a couple pictures before hearing the loud ass horn from connie’s car. before you walk outside you make sure all of the doors are locked just incase. knowing onyankopon would be pissed if he came home and seen anything unlocked. you hopped in the back of connie’s black charger only to see sasha back there too.

“what you doing back here? connie what did you do?” before connie gets the chance to speak he is quickly interrupted by sasha. “i gotta tell you sum. connie told me not to but i’m telling you anyways bc you my fav bitch and i can never lie to you.” your face began to contort in confusion as you slowly entered the car “what’s going on boo. what you gotta tell me?” you can tell she was nervous as she fiddled with the strap on her purse. refusing to make eye contact with you “ony is at the party right now. he was never working late. eren been in his ear telling him to go get loose and ‘get from up under’ you.“

you stared blankly at her as you began to try to piece her words together “how do you know this?”

“i saw it all in their group chat on connie’s phone. he’s there right now with eren.”

your blood started to boil with anger as you sat quietly in the car. how could he lie to you like this? he was the main one preaching communication and this is what he does? absolutely not. you leaned back in your seat as you started to develop a plan in your head. “don’t even worry about it girl i got sum for his ass”

you can see connie in the drivers seat shaking his head. contemplating whether or not he should say anything. eventually deciding to try to get through to you. “y/n-“

“ion wanna hear nun. what’s done is done. he lied and i am well within my rights to react however i want.” as the three of you approached the house the party was being held at you turned towards sasha and pointed to your phone. signaling for her to keep an eye out for the text you were about to send.

‘do you remember what he was saying in the messages?’

‘not much but i know eren was all up in there’s telling him he need to get loose and when ony said he was gon tell you about the party he was the main one saying no and how you don’t have to find out’

‘wowwww bet’

‘what you about to do?’

‘if he can do whatever he want without letting me know ima do whatever tf i want regardless if he see or not. since he too pussy to get from up under his little friends he better keep that same quiet energy when he see me wit another nigga’

your best friend smiled at you as she began typing away at her phone

‘ohhh shit he about to be sickkkk.’

as connie went to park the car you told him to drop you and sasha off at the door. instead of objecting he decided to take the smart route and let the two of you out before he got cursed out by sasha for the second time that night. the two of you walked into the party and were immediately hit with the scent of weed and liquor. not thinking of what you were doing you decided to walk right to the kitchen to pour yourself a drink. as you poured yourself a heavy cup of whatever mixture was made in the large bowl you looked around the party trying to find the eyes of your no good lying ass boyfriend. without realizing you started to feel your hands get wet from your over-poured cup of alcohol. “woah shawty calm down. theres plenty more in there for you to get a second cup later.” as you turn around to see where this unfamiliar voice was coming from you end up locking eyes with none other than the person you feel is the cause of this distressful situation. eren fucking jeager. everyone including you knew that eren had a way of getting in peoples ear about shit to get them to do crazy stuff but you’d never thought he’d do it to your ony. but he can’t be the only one to blame. onyankopon was a grown ass man and theres no way that he would agree to do something like this if he truly didn’t want to. after softly shaking yourself out of your thoughts you stopped staring and turned to the person who was talking to you. he was tall with a cute smile, not as cute as your man’s but cute enough to flirt with.

“yea you right. im in my own little world right now so ian paying attention for real” you say with the cutest giggle you can muster.

“its all good sexy. you here wit anybody or can i have you to myself tonight?” his eagerness made you cringe on the inside but in order for your plan to work you needed him.“its just me and my girl sasha” you say while pointing to the clearly aggravated girl on the other side of the kitchen island. “damn what happened to her. I got friends here wit me if she don't wanna be alone”

as if right on time connie comes walking over to comfort sasha. as the boy continued talking your ear off about god knows what you looked around to see where onyankopon was. finally spotting him smoking in the backyard with eren and jean. you turn towards your plaything

“they’re playing my favorite song out there lets go dance.” you command excited as you nodded your head towards the door to the backyard. “yea whatever you want mamas.” he grumbled as he let you lead him outside. you noticed he wasn’t ever really listening to anything you were saying as he just stared as your ass while you walked in front of him. rolling your eyes you continue walking right past onyankopon and his friends not giving them a second glance. you heard all conversation in his area come to a complete stop which made you smile. walking through the other dancing bodies on the grass you made your way to the middle as you started to move your body to the beat of Ku Lo Sa by Oxlade. you let the guy touch all over you as the both of you moved to the rhythm. you were surprised with how well he was keeping up with you as the two of you danced with each other. as the song came to an end and the next one began you felt a soft tug on your arm. after turning around fully you were met with a hard chest under a black t shirt. you notice the familiar gold chain with your name on it immediately signaling to you that it was none other than your no good lying ass boyfriend pulling you towards him.“the fuck you doin here? and who the fuck is this nigga?” hearing his aggressive words you grew even more irritated. but clearly they scared the guy you were with since when you turned around he was nowhere to be found. you sigh. irritated as you turn back towards onyankopon. “what am i doing here? no nigga what the fuck are YOU doing here. you told me you were working and this don’t look like work bitch. you lied to me ony and now im done wit you. go find another bitch to lie to because im not the one.” saying these words out loud caused people to start staring at you which made you storm off into the house with your boyfriend hot on your heals. grabbing your arm again with more force he yanks your body back around and begins raising his voice. “chill wit that bitch word for i really get mad. im not saying you can’t be upset wit me because i know what i did was wrong. but what you not about to do is call me out my name and try to leave me, because im not going for that. we can either talk or fuck it out but you leaving me is not an option.”

“well im leaving you. i refuse to be wit a pussy nigga that don’t have enough respect for his girlfriend to keep his friends out his ear about what he should be doing. now if you’ll excuse me i got my new man waiting on me outside” you say with a big smirk or your face shoving onyankopon out the way. as you were walking away feeling like the baddest bitch in the world you suddenly see everything move around quickly as you are lifted off the ground and thrown over your boyfriends shoulder. you yelled “get off me nigga we not together anymore” to irritate him further which earned you a hard slap to your ass as you’re walked out of the party and into the driveway. as the both of you approached his car you were suddenly put down.

“get in the back now.”

you were going to say “no” but you decided to just get in to prevent yourself from further embarrassment since people were starting to come outside to see what all the commotion was. onyankopon watches you get in before finally entering the driver's seat. after pulling out the driveway he quickly drove the two of you away from the party.

while on your way home onyankopon felt that it was a great time to said his peace. “listen… i feel real bad about lying to you okay? theres no excuse for it and i know better than to be agreeing with anything eren say to me. im very very very sorry mama.” as he spoke you decided to look out the window and try to keep your mind off of the wack ass apology you were receiving. “I see you through the mirror baby can you please be respectful and look at me while im talking to you?” rolling your eyes you brush off what was said. “can you be respectful and NOT lie to the woman you claim to love? seems like you can’t”. his eyes widened at your words and he began growing aggravated. Raising his voice he replies “don’t be sayin that ma you know damn well i love you.”

“clearly not enough to be truthful. but since you such a follower maybe i been fucking wit the wrong nigga. maybe i should be trying to fuck wit the leader. i know eren known for being a player and all but if this pussy changed you one can only imagine what it’d do to him.”

locking eyes with him in the mirror you noticed how his began to sadden making you instantly regret your words. “m’ sorry i didn’t mean that”. you mumbled on deaf ears as onyankopon continued to drive the both of you home.

“daddy i said i didn’t mean it okay?”

“don’t ‘daddy’ me now. you wanna go there wit me then ima show you wassup when we get in the house.”

his calm demeanor put fear in your heart. knowing that you were done for when y’all were now approaching your driveway. as he finished parking the car onyankopon begins lighting himself a blunt. “gon head inside y/n and make sure you stripped and in that bed by the time i get to the room.” the way he said your name gave you chills as you got out the car and made your way inside. feeling scared as ever you did as you were told feeling that you’ve done enough damage. you first removed your makeup knowing that if you kept any of it on it’d be running down your face soon. then you removed your clothes leaving you in your bed fully naked. you waited fifteen long minutes for your man to come in. during them you thought about your actions and began to think of an apology. you realized that even though your ony lied to you he never went around any other girls and was only really at that party to connect with his friends. his friends that he probably also hasn’t gotten to talk to as well due to his constant work. not to make excuses for him but knowing how you are he probably felt that it was a lose-lose situation given that you’d be mad if he said he wanted to hang out with friends instead anyways. being in your own head caused some tears to fall as you thought about how wrong you tried to handle the situation. letting another man touch on you as the man you loved watched and then bringing up one of his close friends to get at him upset made you feel so ashamed. while you continued to beat yourself up about your fucked up actions you hear the door to your shared room open. as onyankopon entered the room he glanced at you, noticing the tears in your eyes and all over your pretty face.

“whats wrong mama?”

hearing how gentle his voice was despite how angry he should be made you feel even worse about your what you did. as you opened your mouth to respond, a broken sob escaped from your mouth. your man rushes to your aid as if nothing that happened mattered other than your wellbeing. wrapping his arms around you onyankopon began to comfort you “don’t cry baby. everything’s alright. i know you didn’t mean it”

as you calmed down you slowed your breathing you got the courage to reply, “i-im so s-sorry ony. i didn’t mean to act up like that. i p-promise i never do that againnn”

all you could do was keep crying into his arms after you got your apology off your chest. your kindhearted boyfriend lifts you up and placed you in his lap while you cried to him. rubbing your back and hugging you tight to keep you feeling safe. eventually he got you to completely calm and relaxed causing you to begin dozing off. after gently shaking you awake, you look up at your lover.

“I forgive you mama, but you still need a punishment. gon head and arch ya shit for me”. you sit up in confusion as you watch your boyfriend get off the bed and start ridding himself of his shirt and sweats. “what do you mean? you said you forgive me.” you protest with a frown

“i do forgive you sweetheart but it don’t take away from the fact that you disrespected me in front of all those people and claimed you wanted to fuck on my friend in the car”

“but pa-”

“ass up pretty. if i have to tell you a third time ima really fuck your shit up.”

deciding that it’d be better if you just did what you were told you got into the backshot position and made the deepest arch you could to hopefully satisfy your clearly still upset boyfriend.

“rules and colors baby” he mumbled while kneading and rubbing on your ass. too caught up in the pleasure of his touch you were brought back to reality after hearing a hard smack with a hot stinging pain in your left cheek to follow. you moan into your silk sheets as your pussy began to soak from the contact.

“you hear daddy talking to you?”

“n-no running, no to-touching, no cumming without d-daddy’s permission.” hearing how well you listened brought a smirk to onyankopon’s face as he continued to rub on your body.

“and your colors?”

“green,yellow, a-and red. and my safeword is cookie”

onyankopon’s eyes widened at the way you went above what was asked of you to please him. ‘damn she must really want forgiveness’ was the first thought to come to his mind after hearing how much of a good girl you were being. this made him almost feel bad for what he was about to do. but almost wasn’t enough. spreading you open onyankopon noticed how wet you already were all from getting spanked once. “no prep tonight ma”. onyankopon began lining himself up with your entrance and thrusted forward roughly. “fuckkk daddyyyy”. his roughness caused you to curse out loud, earning you another hard slap to your ass. “watch your mouth. you want me to go deeper?” you never understood why your boyfriend was so against you cursing, but you didn’t get the chance to dwell on it as he began to thrust harder and deeper into you. hitting all your favorite spots that you’d never be able to reach on your own. even when you were getting your back blown out you still kept your arch real deep which surprised your man. “you taking me so well mama. you tryna make me nut fast?” hearing him talking in your ear so deep made it really hard for you not to cum quick without permission. “im so so so sorry for reaaaaal”. you heard him chuckle behind you as he continued to quickly thrust in and out. “you sorry?”

“yes papa. so so soooo sorry.” as onyankopon took in your words he quickly replayed all the events from tonight again. quickly removing all remorse from his body he laid both of his hands flat on your back an pushed down. causing you to feel him hit even deeper inside of you than ever before. “i don’t know baby you gon have to do better than that for me to ease up on you.” quickly pulling out and turning you over onyankopon notices the many tears in your eyes followed by the spit covering your lips. “c’mere lemme taste you”. dropping to his knees onyankopon began to sloppily eat you out while using his middle and ring fingers to keep you full. your back arched off the bed as a wave of pleasure went all over your body. “what’s rule three?” curling his fingers upward onyankopon smirks up at you. watching you moan so loud it almost sounded as if you were screaming. “oooooh my god daddy pleaaaseeee.” he started to move his fingers faster and rougher as you grew closer and closer to the edge.

“what’s rule three mama? talk to daddy.”

“n-no coming without y-your permission”

your compliance causes his dick to twitch. “thats right. so why do i feel you getting so wet? you about to disobey me?” your face contorts into one of displeasure. as if the mere thought of you disobeying your man made you feel uncomfortable. “i'll hold it pa i promise” onyankopon quickly removes his fingers from your warm heat and stands up abruptly. as you watch him line himself up with your entrance you silently thank god for having him stop because you were really about to cum. “you being such a good girl right now. just keep being good and you'll cum okay?” nodding your head you quickly stop, realizing the mistake you just made. hoping he didn’t notice, you opened your legs wider to show him how ready you were for him. your lover slowly licks his lips while looking at your wet awaiting pussy sitting pretty all for him. “your shit so fat mama, but im not a dummy. i’ll let it slide just this once since you’ve been good so far, but the next time i ask you a question you answer with your words understand?” looking deeply into his eyes you feel a weight lift off your shoulders “yes daddy” onyankopon slowly trusts into you giving you long and deep strokes. while he was holding your legs over his shoulders you felt him start to penetrate your g spot over and over again causing you to start scratching down his back.

“papa’s so sorry for lying. it won’t happen again.” not registering what was being said all you could do was rub on your boyfriend’s back while he continued to hit your sweet spot. “you don’t deserve that at all. i promise you ima do better.” finally understanding what his message you moved your hand up onyankopon’s back and absentmindedly began to caress the nape of his neck. “it’s okayyyy. im s-sorry tooo.” as he kept his steady pase you began to feel a tight knot form in your stomach along with the urge to pee.

“baby im close. please please please-”

“gon head baby im right behind you”

as if your body knew exactly what he said, you were no longer able to hold it in as you came all over your bed and onyankopon’s stomach. soon after you came he began to quicken his pace as you shook in overstimulation. after a few more strokes you felt him fill you up with his hot cum. after both of you finished you were overcome with a wave of exhaustion finally letting sleep overtake you.

when you woke up you seen that you were already clean and wearing a t shirt that clearly belonged to your boyfriend due to how big it was on you. pain ran through your lower half as you tried to sit up which caused you to let out a low whine. as if sensing you were in pain onyankopon enters the room with a glass of water and an aspirin. “i know mama i gotchu.” smiling up at your man you gladly accept the water and medicine.

“thank you so much boo”

“its my job baby no need to be thankin’ me.”

smiling to yourself you quickly took the aspirin and drank a couple sips of water. how did you get so lucky? you really have the best man in the world. your happy thoughts were interrupted by the vibrations on your phone. “oh yea i forgot to tell you sasha been calling for over an hour now. ian wanna bother you so i just put your shit on vibrate.” you look at your phone and see a bunch of messages from sasha.

‘bitchhhhh what is going onnnnn’

‘everybody is so shockedddd. nobody’s seen ony act like that before omgg’

‘now connie mad at me for telling you but idc im grown asf’

‘oh shit now we leaving’

you giggled as you read through the messages from your best friend, deciding to put an airpod in and call her back. “hey bitchhhh” you hear sasha rasp quietly “girl what happened to youuuu” you snicker out as you look at sasha’s hair in a crazy bun. she moved her camera to the side to show none other than a sleeping connie. “i got my shit beat DOWNNN” you continue to laugh until you remember the current situation you're in as well. “i can’t even move my legs” you whisper as low as you can to keep onyankopon from hearing, but he clearly still heard you. “and if you wanna ever feel them mothafuckas again then i advise you take your ass to sleep.” turning towards your man you see that he was already staring right at you waiting for you to hang up and go to bed. you roll your eyes as you hear sasha laugh at you. “ion know why you laughing mami im boutta take your legs along with that throat if you don’t hang that shit up and go to sleep. gon end up being bed rest buddies wit y/n if you keep playing with me.” connie’s sudden speech made your eyes widen as you both silently communicate that you’ll hang up the phone to keep from being fucked up again. as you hang up the phone you cuddle up closer to your man. “are you really gonna make more time for me?” as if expecting you to ask, onyankopon gives you the slowest nastiest kiss ever, causing you to do nothing but start cheesin mad hard. “yea pretty i'm all yours tomorrow. if you can walk i'll take you to the mall.”

hearing the word mall immediately excited you as you cuddled up to him more in love than before and drifted off to sleep.

That’s why i fucked yo bitch you fat mofo😂

that’s why I fucked yo bitch.

don't forget to dm me for commisions <3

summary: connie couldn't give two fucks if you had a boyfriend, he had you first and its gonna stay like that.

warnings: cheating, toxic connie, recording, strict backshots, praising, (connie is latino in this), obviously black reader/ y/n, thick reader, slapping, mature scenes, etc.

"can you stop dropping your clothes everywhere? shit's tiring bro." at the moment you were picking up the remaining pieces of your boyfriends clothes that was littering along the floor. you guys have been together about a year now and honestly you were about to be over it. "my bad, but you'll end up picking them up for me anyways so what's the point" looking back at you from his seat on the couch shawn joked while giving you a smile.

"you think you're funny?" throwing his clothes at him while rolling your eyes just for his ass to laugh, turning away you headed towards the kitchen to start cooking something up. as you can see your man was a lazy ass bitch and quite frankly he was many other things and useless in bed, the reason you stayed with him is because you've been together for so long and you guys had good memories. well that was before he was cut off from his family and stayed at home all day being jobless as fuck.

ding.

grabbing your phone you look down to see the notification. it was a text from connie telling you to come outside that he was waiting just wanting to talk.

you used to mess around with con till you got a boyfriend. you had to text and hang with him less because you guys weren't normal friends, you guys actually use to date but things happen but stayed friends. you knew connie didn't respect your relationship with shawn, if anything when you told him he was livid. but now he's texting you to come outside to him knowing he doesn't want to just talk.

answering the message with a 'no, and leave the premises please'. putting your phone down and continuing to chop the onions and boiling the water on the stove-

ding.

sighing and grabbing you phone you looked down to see what connie had texted now with it stating ' i'm coming to the door ' automatically after reading that you made a beeline to the window to see connie getting out his car. "baby imma be right back."

"mm" opening the door and closing it behind you, you ran towards con and grabbed him by the shirt and shoving him back in the car with him chuckling at how you were acting.

sliding into the passenger seat and sitting down while moving you ginger hair out the way. "connie what part of leave the premises don't you understand" breathing heavily from the whole course you just took while crossing your arms. "the leaving part" leaning back against the chair while staring down at your figure connie licked his lips then reached his hand out to touch you which you smacked away. "con i have a boy-friend a boyfriend why can't you respect that and give me my space?"

sighing while sitting back against the chair you stared at connie, he had some new tattoos running down his arms and diamond studs in his ears and nose ring. if you were available right now you would let that nigga suck your soul like an oxtail off the bon-

"i had you first, I'm not finna respect shit hermosa" grabbing your hand while giving it a kiss connie made eye contact with you as he bit his bottom lip to lean in and give you a kiss but ends up kissing your cheek instead when you turn your face away from him. this angered him a bit causing him to rope his hand around your throat and pull you towards him to look him in the face.

"stop playin with me hermosa.. you're mine regardless who you're with you understand me foo'?" rolling your eyes at his tendencies you looked right at him "leave th-" "y/n." touching noses with you now with how close he was with you, your top lips rubbing against each other. cutting you off by calling you your name you knew he was being dead serious.

"stop playin wit me." his heavy accent made the air even more tense, staring back at him then flicking your eyes to the side and catching the clock on his dashboard seeing that you've been out here with him too long. "leave the premises." moving his hand away from your neck you stared at him before exiting the car, walking back towards the house connie watched your every move from the way your thick ass jiggled and the way your chest would bounce.

biting his lip he would simply slam his hand against the steering wheel then drive off while sending you a text.

going back inside and finishing up the cooking where you left off you grab your phone after getting yet another texting this time it simply said 'bet.' sighing then putting your phone down you jump at the sound of a shatter. turning around you see shawn knocking off a plant.

"sorry.. ill buy you a new one" "how are you going to replace it when you don't even have money?" putting your hand on your hip giving him a glare. you were up to here with him and his lazy ass having to baby him 24/7. "here you go with this shit bro always complaining" shaking his head he went upstairs and slammed the room door.

shrugging not caring about the situation you finished up the food eating alone then headed upstairs to fall asleep. laying down in you fuzzy sleep shorts and bra you laid down.

for a while you stayed up thinking about connie and the way he was. you started getting a little horny so you turned over to check if shawn was awake. he was so you took that as a chance to ask if y'all could fuck and of course he obliged.

nigga didn't even last for 15 minutes then knocked out not even making you cum.

frustrated you got up slipping on a pair of slides and a oversized. grabbing your car keys you drove away heading towards connie's house. upon arriving you knocked on the door, after he took too long to answer you were about to go back home till he opened the door and showed himself only in a pair of joggers that were hanging low on his waist. he leaned against the door while smirking down at you.

"you shouldn't be here hermosa, don't you have a boyfriend?" sucking your teeth at him you leaned up and hook your hand in the back of his head pulling at his hair and kissing him. to which he responded by kissing you back and picking you up shutting the door behind him with his foot while bringing you inside.

walking towards his room while rubbing onto your ass with one hand and the other rubbing your cunt through your shorts from the back. finally landing you on the bed and pulling back from the kiss he licked his lips "i knew you had some sense in you bonita, ditching your boyfriend to come to your real man." spreading your thighs con slid your shorts off and pulled at your thong making it snap back onto your skin.

hissing you glared at him "shut up and fuck me con" leaning up onto your knees you tugged onto his pants while looking up at him. looking down at you connie grinned and rubbed your face with his thumb "con? what happened to daddy?" tugging your head back with his hand in your hair connie slapped you.

"what happened to that little boyfriend of yours hm? he didn't fuck that pussy good enough?" snapping your head to the side after the slap you licked your lip then stared back at him "just fuck me daddy." choking him while saying so then sliding your thong off slowly giving him a tease then flipping around to lay your top half of your stomach on the bed and arching your back.

"mierda~ its soo fatt" rubbing onto your ass he slid his pants down then jerked off his length. rubbing his thumb between to see how you wet you were then sucked in a breath. finally sliding all 9 inches inside you cunt while throwing his head back and groaning "i miss this, you feel so good hermosaa~" moaning lightly from the stretch you bit your lip at his words.

thrusting deep with malice connie was making sure you were gonna take all of him, grinning cockily from seeing you grip the sheets with a shake in your legs.

he was taken aback when you started fucking him back, your thick ass rippling against his stomach causing him to be pushed back a bit of the bed. moaning aloud you turned your head to look back at him while sticking your tongue out. slapping your ass with both hands connie watched in awe.

"show the fuck out thennn~" fucking into you with more force now, he pushed his hand on your lower back to make your stomach completely lay on the bed so your arch could be higher. gripping on the back of your neck and looking down where you guys were connected he groaned at the sight of the white ring starting to appear around his dick.

meanwhile you were letting out the loudest moans from connie hitting you in places you didn't know you had. reaching your hand down between your legs you started to rub on that neglected bud and sped up your hips and fucking back into connie harder. "fuckkkk~ it feels so good baby~" whimpering into the sheets all you could do was grip on them when connie encouraged you to go harder.

"fuck me~ fuckkk me~ fuckk me hermosaa~" throwing his head back in a bliss he had one hand on your waist while the other had grabbed his phone and started recording. "you look so pretty all sexy and shit for me~" rubbing your ass then pulling all the way out till only the tip was left and slammed back in and repeatedly as well. this caused you to let out a scream with tears forming in your eyes from the amount of pleasure you were going through.

"you gone break up with him righ?" lifting one of your legs up in the air making you turn on your side, placing your hand on his stomach while rolling your eyes back. "righ'?!~" slapping your clit with his hand causing you to cry out and nod yes "imma break up with him i swear~" smiling at your words he pointed the camera to your face and slammed repeatedly into you without letting up till he saw you cumming all over him. following alongside you and letting a out a whimper, he pulled out and slapped his dick on your mound then stopped recording.

"you okay hermosa?" rubbing your eyes to wipe your tears connie leaned down to kiss you then waited for an answer. "m-mhmm~" wrapping your arms around him you smiled.

"let me take you home sweet thing."

★ ★ ★

"y/n you can't just break up with me and leave" shawn was crying hysterically after you gave him the news, but mostly because if you left he would have to depend oh himself and be broke. "i just did." grabbing his bags and putting them outside while kicking him out. while shawn was outside picking up his stuff he turned to see connie. "what are you doin here?" shawn knew who connie was because he had seen you and connie and how close ya'll were before you and shawn dated. "oh you don't know?" ...

"i took my girl back from you."

rintarou suna would let you talk him into getting a dick piercing. “rin cmon, just try. if you hate it so much you can always just remove it and let it close up.” he’s used to giving people piercings and tattoos all around for a little extra side cash (my tattoo artist suna smutshot), so he has little hesitancy when instructing you on how to put the prince albert piercing through the tip of his cock. but little doesn’t mean none. “baby it’s gonna hurt.” rintarou seems like he’s a tough guy. one who next to never complains about pain— but that is so far beyond the truth. he whines about every little thing, simply because he has no problem being obnoxious around you. you’ll love him anyway. so when he whines about how painful it’s gonna be, all you can do is laugh at his childish antics. he’ll furrow his brows together and push out his bottom lip slightly more, making himself look like the epitome of a whiner.

“baby it’ll hurt so bad, i’m gonna need you to kiss it better. you’ll kiss it better, right princess?”

“it hurts, honey, whenever you bring it up it reminds me it’s there and then it’s sore again.”

“i don’t even want to wear clothes, the thought of even underwear sounds so painful baby”

but once it’s been just two days and he’s forgotten about the initial pain, he’ll be buried balls deep in your tight little cunny, cool metal hitting the spongey spot deep in there that your fingers alone could never reach. the way the second bulb of metal peeks out from underneath the tip gives you added stimulation as it drags through your heated walls, bringing you closer and closer.

“y’know, sweets, i think i like this little cock piercing you talked me into. makes you scream, and i like when you’re loud for me.”

what may have stated as a half joking test ended in rintarou suna having a new second favorite piercing. though, nothing can beat the reactions you give him for the metal ball on his mid-tongue.

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quick a/n: guys i’m so determined to leave my flop era this summer bc school gets out for me in like two weeks so i’m gonna hopefully be able to flood you all with content!! it’s 10am and i haven’t slept a WINK so here’s some dick piercing suna brain rot bc i need him so bad

Pure amazement

Katsuki ‘Backshot King’ Bakugou

I’ve been having some of the ugliest brainrot about this; sooooo I’mma leave this here.

he’s come a long, long way with nicknames over the last couple of years and now being a senior in college, Backshot King has been on that’s carried with him since his sophomore year. the few girls he has fraternized with have given him quite the rep on campus.

and he lives up to the name—almost every girl in his graduating class has tried at least twice to be on the receiving end of his deep strokes and rough grip, but he’s hardly paid them any mind. not when there’s you, the pretty girl in his sociology course that’s been nothing but sweet to him since day 3. (days one & two, he came in with a shitty attitude & you steered clear.)

can’t help the giddy feeling that nestles itself in his chest when you’re finally wrapped around his cock, several study sessions & 4 actual dates later. you look so unreal splayed out beneath him, thin sheen of sweat glistening on your skin. It almost shimmers and he has to stop himself from dragging his tongue across your stomach for the smallest taste.

“turn over f’me.” If you weren’t so lost in your thoughts, you would’ve moved when he said it, but when it’s going on almost a full minute and you still haven’t moved, Katsuki makes the adjustments for you.

his arms lock around your midsection, flipping you on your stomach. you moan at the feel of his scorching palms on your hips, pulling your ass in the air. his palm stays splayed on your back, keeping your arch in that perfect position for him to wreck your guts and you tremble in his grip as the head of his dick presses against the opening of your pussy.

Katsuki’s never been more eager to sink into something in his fucking life. he can feel the heat from your walls radiating just around his tip and it makes him feverish as he sinks into you in one fell swoop, knocking you forward immediately. you lose the arch but it isn’t long before he’s propping you back up, snapping his hips into you again.

“f-fuck..” you seeth, face sinking into the plush pillow wrapped tight in your arms. “you’re deep!”

“good.” Bakugou’s fingers dig into the meat of your hips, dragging you back on his cock, sinking all the way to the hilt before he pulling out and pressing in again.

he sets a hellish pace, pelvis smacking against the cheeks of your ass like nobody’s business. he’s got a hand tight around the back of your neck as he digs out your insides, head bumping against the very ends of your pussy. you’ve already got tears threatening to spill over and he’s only a few strokes in.

you’d heard about Katsuki’s reputation and what it entailed, but you never guessed you’d be on the receiving end nor that it held too much truth. you were the lucky winner and Bakugou finds himself more than grateful for the snug hold your walls keeps on him. “so fuckin’ tight, feels good..”

the words sound muffled rolling off his lips as you scoot forward, pulling away from Katsuki as his thrusts get more powerful. he tsks, arms locked around your elbows as he pulls you back to him, his dick fucking your cervix once again. “whatcha runnin for?”

he can’t hide the pure satisfaction he feels hearing your mewls and cries of ‘slow down, Katsuki! please!’ or the sadistic smile that graces his lips the more he sees you trying to run from him. he’s got his hands on your shoulders while he holds you in place, forcing your walls to take every last inch of him.

you’re full on sobbing, pussy sore and swollen from the way his balls slap against you and the sheer force of his thrusts. you wish you’d known what you were signing up for. when you start creaming around his cock, walls clenching rapidly around him, Katsuki’s ready to blow, daring to fuck every single sticky rope of his cum in you.

you’re shaking in his hold as you cum without warning, hoarse screams of his name music to Bakugou’s ears while he fucks you through your high. your brain can’t fully imagine the feeling of beyond fullness that follows when he finally cums in you, spurts of his seed filling every corner of your womb.

It’s a domino effect, the way he’s coating your walls in cum, spurred on by the way your walls hug him tighter with every push of his hips. that’s the quickest he’s ever finished and the mere thought of you withstanding his onslaught and taking his cum has Katsuki rutting into you all over again.

“not done ‘til you’re cryin’ and leakin’ my cum .” he’s pressing a gentle kiss to the crown of your head and it’s the softest thing you’ll get from him all night.

@ohayopumpum <3

Husband material??? Daddy material???

sobbing

It just makes me feel something..

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yakuza boss!Fushiguro Toji x f!reader

genre. romance, smut

s. "sign and I will pay your debts … on one condition“ he has a smirk on his face as he hands you a pen, he may be a dangerous man but there is something about him that makes you trust him

cw. big dick!Toji, size kink, fingering, squirting, oral, nipple playing, creampie, car sex, mating press, praise, use of ‘daddy’ (2-3), manhandling + final plot twist | wc. 6k

an. the story takes place in one month — rbs + interactions are appreciated — m.list

Mornings at work have always been hectic but today with the arrival of the boss everyone is on edge. Everything has to be perfect.

Becoming the secretary of the construction company after only a few months of being hired was really a godsend. But this meant that you had to take care of even the smallest things. Your co-workers came to you for everything, but you were grateful that you were able to gain their trust and create a solid team to work with. A second family.

”How’s your dad?“ the voice of one of your coworkers wakes you up from your thoughts. They had been so kind when your father had been taken to the hospital a few days earlier. The last period you had been swamped with work and his old heart had not held up. ”He’s better, the doctors are keeping him under control“ you smile relieved and she gives a wide smile as if to reassure you. ”Your old man has been here for many years and has never shown a moment of weakness, he’ll make it back to us“ she chuckles and you can’t help but feel proud of the way your colleagues talk about your father.

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Damn these rich people.

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