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Illumi, Killua, & Milluki at Their Parents' Funeral w/ S/O HCs
Support shows in different ways ♡
Request(s): may i request Illumi Milluki n Killua and their girlfriend at their parents funeral? maybe comforting him or something happier
AN: BOO! It's been a while haha I'm never planning on leaving entirely~ I'm happy to always have requests to fulfill, no matter how late :) I don't make gendered content for nonsexual requests unless necessary so this is gender neutral. Also, I forgot the "or happier" part of your request while writing so... enjoy?
Illumi
His gaze was empty - no different than usual, but his stance had an unusual lack of power. You knew what he was capable of yet he looked so weak towering above the majority of the crowd.
Your hand grasped his arm earning you a prolonged glance. You rubbed your thumb into the fabric of his suit, pressing your palm deeper into his flesh. A small breath left his lips and he resumed his examination of the dark, wooden boxes containing every truth he had ever known.
He was a sight. Long, dark hair flowed in the soft breeze contrasting the rest of his still image - except for his eyes. They fluttered rapidly up and down as if taking in the scene for the first time despite having stood in that exact spot for the last fifteen minutes. No one had disturbed the two of you, the knowledge of the eldest Zoldyck's undying allegiance and ruthlessness keeping him a focal point of the crowd's eyes despite never having been approached. You knew Illumi had to have felt the gazes on him but then again who knew what was going on in his mind.
Your boyfriend left your side, coming to stand in the aile formed between his parents' stands. Open casket. Your heart clenched at the sight of a boy so similar to his mother staring down at her, but he quickly curbed his staring and opted to look straight into the crowd. You thought he might say a few words - though he was a bit far back on the stage - but he just straightened his posture beyond what you thought possible and resumed his blank staring. This time though, there was a peace there; as if he was doing something with a purpose.
You knew your place was not beside him, that you needed to give him time to grieve, but you couldn't help but pity him. You wished this could be the two of you's chance at freedom but their shackles were still tight around the man, held in a rigor-hardened grip.
Killua
He scoffed, looking down at the sleek black shoes adorning his feet, unused to the feeling of such rigid formality after so long. He felt the need to rebel but there was no one to rebel against. Your boyfriend had asked you to attend with him, hands fidgeting at his sides when he did so.
Killua's dominant hand now gripped yours as he muttered small talk into your ear. You could tell he was uncomfortable, unsure of where he stood in the world now. His parents' insistence that he returned drove him forward, away, but now he didn't need to run. This thought had him squeezing your hand tighter, embracing his present.
"I miss them." His reveal broke the bittersweet silence. You laid your head against his shoulder. The weight felt uneven for a moment and he caught himself wishing one other person had accompanied him, if only to ease him into the newfound loneliness of being an orphan.
You were conflicted. You were glad they were gone; you felt a burning hatred for them even after their passing. But Killua was suffering. You knew it wasn't only them, that this was a cruel reminder of how alone he truly was. That you were the only one there for him now. There was nothing to fall back on.
Before you could say anything else, something shifted in the air. The way Killuas grip tightened against you made you follow his gaze, but you couldn't see what he did. There was a crowd of people. Allies in his parents' world. There was something else, too. Killua pulled you along, trying to get a better look as well, you presumed. "Where are we going?" You asked, but he didn't give any hint he was listening, just continued on. You stared into the crowd as his hand dropped from yours. You thought you saw a green flash of hair and you looked to find your boyfriend gone. Why were you alone?
Milluki
"I don't care!" Milluki refused to leave his room. His video game screen paused as he sat surrounded by snacks in his chair. "We have to attend-" A sudden crash cut you off. "I don't have to do anything," he declares as his action figure now lays scuffed on the floor from his recent outburst and a new hole marks the wall. He had been like this all day.
"I only listen to Mama and Papa." "Your mother and father are dead." Your words are short and precise, meant to cut deep and bring out his clarity. "You need to get the hell out of this room and grow the fuck up." His eyes are wide and he stares at you taken aback by your harsh attitude. He was used to being accommodated but that would have to change now that his parents were gone. His siblings wouldn't allow this. Maybe Illumi but he wouldn't take care of Milluki the same, just let him rot away as he chases after Killua.
"We have to get you dressed. It's already begun." You walk around the filthy room, placing your shoes carefully to avoid any big messes beneath. He had suits he never wore, fit for his body, and flattering in their shade of blood-like black. You pulled one from the back of the closet and placed it atop his crumpled sheets.
You loved him, but you had never had to really care for him. When he overwhelmed you or his tantrums got too much, you could leave him and trust his parents to do the most basic of jobs. Now, though, you found yourself worrying about what would come of the immature Zoldyck child. You couldn't leave him like you did before. His mother would not guide him, and his father would not control him. A weight was now on your shoulders, and you had put it there. You would have to evaluate whether this was something you wanted - whether he was.
You sighed as you approached him, "Come on, let me help." Your words urged him to obey and made his actions easy. You catered to the man-child as his mother was unable to. You guided him through the halls with a firm grasp of his hand in yours, and you felt his burden lessen as your energy drained. You hated the type of man he was. You hated having to deal with him - but you would. For now, at least.
request: hi, may i request some kind of fluff with milluki, like feeding him and cuddling while he’s full? thank you
# tags: headcanon; current relationship; cook!reader; light romance; fluff; sfw
includes: gender neutral reader ft. milluki zoldyck {hxh}
author’s note: i love this idea. hope you enjoy it!
↘ I imagine you’re an amazing cook, so let’s stick with that idea. You could be working as a chef, maybe you have a natural-born talent, or maybe you simply love doing it — especially because your boyfriend adores food, and you love making him happy. The choice is entirely yours.
↘ That evening, you prepared a hearty dinner: a generous portion of BBQ ribs, crispy hasselback potatoes, a creamy coleslaw salad, and roasted asparagus wrapped in melted cheese and crispy bacon. Everything was beautifully arranged on elegant porcelain dinnerware. For drinks, you served freshly squeezed orange-peach juice, a bottle of wine, and sparkling water. For dessert, you made homemade apple pie served warm with vanilla ice cream and a sweet date sauce. Everything was seasoned with love — and your honest desire to impress the man you loved.
↘ Milluki was more than delighted to see the delicious spread and to breathe in the comforting scent of roasted meat and warm dessert filling the house. Before the meal, he thanked you with a tender kiss on the lips, and during dinner, he told you about his day at work.
↘ He was still working as an assassin, of course, while you stayed at home, tending to the house and the garden. Milluki never forbade you from working, but he had clearly told you he was capable of providing for both of you — including all your whims and needs. So instead, you worked as his perfect partner, often gifting him with delicious meals, sweet treats, or thoughtful little surprises.
↘ The meal passed in a peaceful and relaxed atmosphere. Afterward, you wanted to clean up, but he gently took you into his arms and led you to the couch for some well-deserved rest. There, he held you close, thanking you once more for the food, your care, and all the time and energy you’d put into everything.
↘ Content and wrapped in each other’s warmth, you chatted a little longer before drifting off into a blissful nap together. For once, you didn’t feel any rush to clean the dishes or tidy the kitchen — and it felt perfectly right.
Advertencias : Menciones de abuso, desgaste emocional, inseguridades, malos tratos, menciones de mala crianza, Milluki. 💀
(Avíseme si falta alguno por incluir).
NO AUTORIZO LA TRADUCCIÓN DE MIS OBRAS.
(Disculpe si existen faltas ortográficas, gramaticales o de redacción, intento mejorar).
•Ten cuidado, con él existen dos posibilidades :
O quiere tener relaciones todo el tiempo.
O jamás te tocará sexualmente.
Es joven, su libido podría estar por las nubes o por el contrario, por los suelos.
Para aclarar, que no te toque sexualmente no significa que no manipule tu cuerpo. Es un rarito al que le gusta ver dolor ajeno.
•Imaginemos una realidad inhóspita en la que te haces pareja de Milluki Zoldyck.
•Te dejaré a tu imaginación la forma en que se conocieron, pasemos directo a su relación.
•No será la pareja más empática, mucho menos cariñosa.
•Tendrás que cuidar mucho tus palabras. Se ofende con gran facilidad, incluso cuando no se tiene la intención de ofenderle podría sentirse atacado.
•Claro, todo a causa del tipo de crianza que tuvo.
•En su infancia nunca desarrolló grandes vínculos con sus hermanos, no cree que exista manera de entablar relaciones sin hostilidad de por medio.
•No habrá citas fuera. No saldrá de su casa a menos que sea "algo importante" (relacionado con sus videojuegos).
•Si también te gustan los vídeos o eres un fanático del anime, habrá una mayor variedad citas. Ya será cosa del destino si él decide hacer tiempo para ti.
•Muchas inseguridades, tanto corporales como emocionales. Todo esto lo esconde bajo una máscara de agresividad.
•No le gusta tratarte mal, pero no conoce ninguna otra forma de trato. Aunado a que no tiene habilidades sociales, su percepción física tampoco se encuentra en su mejor punto.
•Mucho ego, poca autoestima. El pertenecer a una familia de asesinos provoca este tipo de daños.
•Eso es todo lo que mi cerebro puede escribir en el momento. Disculpe si este escrito está algo desordenado, hace tiempo que no escribo.
•Para finalizar con los headcanons, si te gustan las relaciones difíciles está será la adecuada.
•Lo mismo si te gustan los malos tratos, ya dependerá de tu tipo de relación soñada.
Can i please request a nsfw fic about milluki and female reader who is a rival assassin? The theme is he captures her in his dungeon and roughs her up, initially wanting to break her and lose competition. But he has a crush on her and eventually breaks down himself and ends up unable to continue hurting her and the torture turns into loving sex - but she uses the opportunity of his guard being down to escape and so the ending is bittersweet
✰ - TW(s)- ✰ Yandere behavior, Dubcon, Unprotected sex, whipping & electro (both are brief and do not happen during sex)
✰ - Note- ✰ “Loving” is a relative term as the reader is a stone-cold assassin (at least mostly she does let him live) who wants to gtfo and Milluki is a stupid, horny young adult. I’m sure he thinks he’s in love. Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy it. Thank you for the request.
✰ - Word Count- ✰ 2,068
Money. It had always been important to you. Somedays, you had to wonder if it was worth it, though. Some marks were certainly more challenging than others, but from the start, you weren't sure if any amount of money would be worth taking on a Zoldyck. You were confident in your abilities, though; you were a reasonably known assassin yourself. Many even considered you as a rival to the Zoldycks. It helped that the listing was for any Zoldyck as well. Provided you gave some sort of proof. While it was cheap, you knew that they weren't just assassins. They were a family. And they were bound to have younger members. Easier prey.
With the price of even a picture of a Zoldyck being a couple million jenny, you weren't willing to turn this job away. It was just as risky as every other you told yourself. Death was always a possibility.
After dangling by your wrists on the tips of your toes for several hours, you started to feel some regrets. Your head was pounding so hard you thought your brain was about to turn into mush and fall out of your ears. You couldn't even remember how you'd gotten here. You had a vague recollection of being hired for a job and then traveling. You could picture a massive metal gateway, but nothing past that.
You struggled to raise your head to look up and around the room. From the dancing pattern of shadows on the floor, you could determine only a few candles lit it. Raising your head, the first and most obvious thing you saw was a large man casually leaning back in a metal chair. Whip in hand. Looking like a cat who got the cream. The only thing you could think to yourself was a simple, "Fuck."
"So," He started with a shit-eating grin. "Why are you here?"
"You tell me." You tried to joke back.
"Wrong answer." He cracked his whip, leaving you a decent lash across your chest. It stung but wasn't anything you couldn't or hadn't already handled before. "Try again." He goaded. You stayed silent.
"That's not any fun." He cracked the whip two more times. Leaving two new lashes. "Some small-time mafia boss hired you, right? Come on, at least nod your head." He smirked. "Or else."
You complied. Doubting it would matter as your captor already knew everything.
"Lucky for you, you've found a Zoldyck. Most people don't even make it inside, but it was all thanks to my help, obviously." He continued to taunt. "Milluki Zoldyck, but don't think we're on a first-name basis now." You struggled to remember if you'd ever even heard of this Zoldyck before. He moved on quickly from your nonreaction, although seemingly a bit disappointed.
"I looked into you quite a bit, you know. I'm shocked you even fell for the bait. Luring you here was too easy." He laughed. "You're supposed to be an assassin? You think you're any good? Because from where I'm standing, I struggle to see why anyone would hire you."
"I wouldn't say I'm amazing." You joked back again. "But I'm pretty good."
He continued to laugh at your misery. Seemingly ignoring your comment as he continued what you honestly felt like a pre-rehearsed monologue.
"Truth is, sometimes I like to get rid of any competition, but for you, I'll make a deal. If you're such a strong assassin, then if you can withstand the training I went through, I'll let you go."
Ah, he wants to make a game out of it, you thought to yourself. He'd obviously never let you go and had likely offered this same deal to everyone he'd lured down here. However, you were vulnerable and needed to buy time before he'd grow tired and dispose of you. Your captor was clearly after self-gratification, and you wouldn't let him have it easy.
"Pretty good, huh? A decent assassin wouldn't even react to that." The high voltage was more than you could stand. You tried to bear it, but your spasming muscles gave you away. "It's pathetic you ever imagined you would win. You couldn't have even defeated one of our butlers." You struggled to imagine how he could have withstood such "training."
He let out a dramatic fake sigh. "I guess we'll move on from this for now. I'm already bored of it."
"Someone must know what you're doing to me down here." You were weak but were still managing to speak.
"What? Like they'd care? No one will come to help you. Besides, no one else even knows you're here and only grandpa rarely ever comes down here anyways." He seemed genuinely disappointed by your lack of judgment. You knew he was probably right. If what he said was true and he'd gone through all this as a child, anyone else on the property would also consider you pathetic.
"Let's move on to the next part of training. You've done at least a little better than expected, so I guess you deserve a reward." Suddenly he broke off a link of the chain binding both your wrists to the ceiling, but before you could react, he was faster. Grabbing at your face so that he could squish your cheeks together with one hand.
"Behave." He warned.
Using that single hand, he pulled you up, raising you above his head and letting you dangle again. You kicked your legs out at him, but he only dropped you in response. Your shaky legs in no position to catch you, leaving you to fall onto him.
"Don't be such a desperate kitten! Girls are never pretty when they're throwing themselves at men." He laughed, taking you into his arms. "You know," he started speaking again in a much more serious tone, "I'll admit I was impressed by some of the jobs you've pulled off." Holding you for an uncomfortable amount of time.
However, what could have been a nice moment was undercut by him taking the opportunity to grab at your ass—pressing his arousal into you. You supposed it all made sense. He was sleazy from the start, and the whipping and other training had left your clothing in tatters. Although the situation was certainly not ideal, you knew that you would have to bite the bullet and do what it took to save your skin. You feigned relaxing against him as much as you could.
"Thanks. Like I said, I think I'm pretty good." You answered back. Not entirely sure how to respond to the guy who'd spent the last couple hours torturing you, let out the closest thing to a love confession you were certain you'd get out of him.
"Yeah…" He trailed off. He was making it clear to you by rubbing himself against you in an even more obvious way that so long as your response wasn't negative, it didn't even matter at all. Clearly, he wasn't paying attention, and the wet stain you were starting to feel on the fabric of his pants had you wondering if he'd ever held a girl before. Over excitement was an understatement as he greedily began to knead your ass. You let out a soft moan, and that was seemingly all he needed.
He leaned down and caught your lips with his. Connecting for only a moment at first as he drew back with a shy, uncertain expression. You reached up to him, gripping the hair on the back of his head to pull him back down to you. He chuckled against your lips, taking it as a clear victory—the bashfulness from before disappearing entirely but leaving the kiss no less tender.
Lifting you up and forcing you to wrap your legs around him with your back to the wall. Your pussy betrayed you by throbbing from another display of strength as he picked you up with ease once again. Towering over you with his painfully erect cock rubbing against your heat. Bucking his hips into you, starting to dry hump you with a frantic pace as he groaned. His tongue sweeps past your lips for a moment before pulling back.
Taking the moment to undo his belt buckle. He was too busy removing his pants in a frenzy to continue holding you up, leaving you to straighten your back and grip onto his button-up in fear of sliding down onto the floor. Returning his hands to your hips with what you could assume was meant to be a gentle grip, but due to his excitement, you could already feel bruises forming. Throwing caution to the wind as he reached to rip the last remainder of fabric that's separating your sopping cunt from him.
His eyes glazing over with desire. Breath shuddering as he rubbed the tip of his cock to your entrance. He lowered his head and began placing kisses along the side of your neck before slowly pressing inside, stopping himself from roughly slamming into you. He tried his best to start with slow long strokes once he was fully inside you. You couldn't stop yourself from letting out soft mewls as you adjusted to him. You hadn't gotten a proper look at him due to the position you were in, but you were quickly finding out he was larger than you'd expected.
"Harder Milluki, please." You begged. And he obliged. Pulling himself out until only the tip of his cock remained and slammed himself back into you at a quickening pace until he no longer seemed satisfied with the position anymore. Stopping briefly despite your protests to raise your legs above your head until you were curled. Legs pressed into you as you were hopelessly trapped between Milluki and the wall. He slammed himself back into you with far more force than he'd used yet. Leaving your legs shaking.
"Harder like that?" He asked. You only let out a moan in response. "Does it just feel so good you can't speak anymore?"
Heat burned on your cheeks. Even with your pride aside, Milluki was right. Your brain was too muddled from the new deeper position. Melting into the warmth of his skin against yours. The lewd sound of heavy balls slapping against your ass with every thrust and your own equally filthy moans echoing against the stone walls.
You found yourself going higher and higher until you hit a blinding orgasm. Your pussy gripped him tightly as you did, and he followed suit not long after.
"I think I'll keep you forever." He groaned into your ear. His hot breath licked against the nape of your neck. You realized his legs were shuddering just as much as yours were.
He took a moment before letting you down. You could hear his heart still thumping loudly in his chest as he started to come down from the high. He took a moment to fix his clothing carefully.
"I'll have to find somewhere to put you." You mused aloud. "I guess you can stay in bed with me for now." Picking you up and slinging you over his shoulder.
He provided you with clothing. Or at least something that could be loosely called clothing. Before cuffing both your hands to the bed frame and settling in bed himself, telling you once again to behave. Assuring you that you'd get a reward in the morning if you did. You laid down and purposely slowed your breathing. Eventually, his breathing matched up with yours, and he drifted off into a deep sleep. A trick your mother had used on you when you were a child.
You almost felt bad for him. The poor thing seemed excited to have a new pet. But you weren't a pet. You're an assassin. Despite that, you hovered over him after having unlocked your handcuffs but somehow couldn't bring yourself to finish him. Maybe you'd meet again.
Using the opportunity to slip out and make your way through the forest around the mountain. True to what Milluki had said, no one seemed to know you were there. While they were trained to keep people out somehow, none of the staff noticed someone escaping. An oversight Milluki would be furious over the next morning.
You thought about how Milluki would react when he woke up the following day. You didn't know what made you feel worse thinking about that or all the time and therefore money you'd just lost.
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Hi Miko! Can you do Milluki x Reader headcanons please? Can you also include NSFW with the dungeon and whipping? 👀 👀
So I don't do NSFW just yet, I did add it a little spicy. Milluki was a fun character to think about as I haven't read much headcanons on him much and he is always more of a side character in the headcanons. I do think trigger warnings are to be up as I don't see any relationship with the Zoldyck to be healthy. Well enjoy.......
🍟Milluki Zoldyck🍟
🍟Congratulations to the S/O that managed to win his heart. Milluki isn’t impossible for him to love someone but he is harder to catch in the real world.
🍟His S/O met him in the online world first. Talked about his interest and shared a lot of his interests. His S/O managed to have a decent conversation over the hottest anime without him feeling like he is talking to a wall.
🍟Milluki’s way of talking is as if he is talking to a wall. He is a very unhealthy INTP or ISTP. So, talking to him about certain subjects do expect him to be talking down to his S/O. He isn’t going to change that is how he is he sees nothing wrong with it.
🍟If his S/O did manage to catch his interest, he will track them down and hack into their computer. Congratulations again, this will be the second time Milluki will leave the house, this time to capture, kidnap, capture his S/O’s heart. They can’t run away, he will track them down faster than Illumi tracks his runaway S/O.
🍟Milluki is a momma’s boy. Be warned, if is S/O is found fighting with his mom, he will take his mom’s side. No one is good enough for her son, so expect a lot of arguments with her. Punishment will come up, it will be in the dungeon with a whip.
🍟One of Milluki’s favorite activities is cosplaying with his S/O. His S/O cosplaying as their favorite character from their favorite anime series. Yes, it can get very naughty.
🍟He won’t cosplay his S/O’s favorite character, do expect him to get very jealous if it does get mentioned and broken figurines if by chance his S/O did order figurines of their favorite character.
🍟Milluki’s second favorite place in the house is the dungeon, he loves seeing his S/O shackled from the roof. Cosplayed as his favorite character, or as themselves. Them panting and pleading to beg for forgiveness or asking for more, while the whip hits their skin. He loves seeing them bend to their whims.
(This is a Yandere Milluki Zoldyck x Rabbit Female Darling :))
I’m really sorry if this wasn’t what you wanted, but this is my interpretation of his character, and my interpretation is that he’s considered the ugly bastard and a neckbeard :/ I hope you enjoy this.
TW: Aged up!!, Forced heat!, !technically noncon!, !dubcon!, He’s rlly gross!, daddy kink!, objectification!!, breeding kink!, typical neckbeard behaviour, mate literally doesn’t wash himself (I’m so sorry) or clean his room!, he fucks you while you hold a comfort object, etc..
I don’t normally say this, but please, please proceed with caution! This got really dark and disgusting :/)
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Giggling to himself, the short haired man holds a glass vial up to the light, the amber liquid inside sloshing violently. A grotesque smile paints his chubby face, thick fingers holding it so tightly that his knuckles are turning white, “Thank you, Illu-nii! She surely can’t resist me now!”
The oldest Zoldyck looks down at his younger brother with disgust, wondering how exactly he became this way, “Of course… But, if she was giving you so much trouble, why not take her-?”
Milluki shakes his head, holding the vial close to his breast, “No! I can’t do that, are you crazy?” Illumi raises a perfectly shaped brow, unimpressed by his grease ball of a brother, “I’m not the ugly bastard in this story! I’m her handsome prince-”
Illumi tunes him out, rolling his eyes. Of course his brother doesn’t have morals, he just wants you to bow to his every whim.
Although the eldest brother couldn’t critique the younger too much, he still couldn’t shake the overwhelming repugnance he feels towards him.
He’s seen the room you’re trapped in, seen the harsh way Milluki tugs on your ears and tail, seen the- he shivers at the memory of the short haired man forcing you to feed him. The excessive way he chews with his mouth open, trying to get a reaction out of you, makes the tall man’s blood boil. He has no idea how you’re able to keep calm, but he can applaud you for it.
“-So this is my last resort! Thanks to you, Illu-nii, we can now continue to Zoldyck like!” Illumi can’t help but shiver in disgust at the idea of Milluki reproducing.
“Yes, yes, of course. You go do that,” With quick feet, the slim man hurries away, hoping to escape this conversation as quickly as possible.
Glancing at the vial in his hand, Milluki squeals in delight, a gross smile on his greasy face.
Tonight is going to be a night to remember.
-
Hearing the door open, you immediately look up from your clean spot on the bed. In your arms you hold your stuffed rabbit, cradling it to your black bodysuit clad breast.
Seeing your captor waddling into the room, you jump to your feet to greet him. Putting on a fake happy smile, lifting your ears, and shaking your tail, you start to gush over him, “Daddy, welcome back! I’m so happy to see you!” You hop over empty Mountain Dew Liters filled with piss, wrappers of empty food containers, broken games that disappointed Milluki, and his dirty clothes. You try to clean up, you really do, but Milluki is one of the sloppiest people to ever live.
His ugly face grins at your beautiful form, your pretty face, and cute voice, “What a good bunny, coming to greet her Daddy!” He opens his arms for a hug, making you breathe through your mouth. Landing on his large stomach, you lay your head against his breast, trying your best to block out his grease, musk, and food stains.
This bastard fills you with so much disgust and anger. He tells you that you need to lose weight, dress up pretty, put on a lot of makeup, keep clean, and be well shaven. Yet, here he is, looking like a goddamn catastrophe.
“I missed you so much! Me and Hoppy,” You raise their stuffed animal, “Were waiting for you all day!”
He rubs a sweaty hand over your exposed shoulders, “You’re so cute, Bun. Daddy has a special present for you today,” He uses the hand that once rubbed your shoulders to reach into his pocket, withdrawing a certain amber filled vial, “Be a good girl, and drink this all. You’ll do that for me, right?”
You pull away from him to look at what he’s offering, feeling dread weigh down on your heart, “What is it, Daddy?”
He tuts condescendingly at your question, releasing you from the awkward side hug you were in. His thumb and forefinger grip your chin, a suddenly serious look on his face. Fuck, you forgot that rule, “Bun, you know how Daddy feels when you question him! Good girls don’t question their Daddies, we always know what’s best for them.”
You want to scream ‘no’ at him, but unfortunately, you’d rather not receive a brutal punishment tonight. Nodding your head, you smile up at him, “Okay! I’m sorry for questioning you, Daddy.”
He squeezes your tail, before grabbing your hand, and forcefully placing the vial into it, “Good, Bun Bun! Now, drink this!”
Rolling the warm glass in your hand, you scrunch your nose slightly at the weird smell of the contents inside. But, feeling his warning glare on your figure, you quickly uncap it, and throw it back like a shot.
It tastes horrible!
You can’t help but gag at its vomit esque taste. Covering your mouth with a hand, you stare down at the vial in both shock and disgust. Luckily, you’re able to choke it down, but you’re only barely able to.
“Good Bunny, I’m proud of you,” He runs a moist hand through your hair, making your stomach lurch.
“Thank you, Daddy,” Milluki drags you to his bed, disregarding the trash you have to step on with your bare feet. Once at the bed, he tries to push you onto his side. You don’t allow yourself to fall forward, instead opting for your designated sliver of the bed. No matter what you try, no matter how many times you change your sheets, Milluki’s side always ends up absolutely filthy! His grease, food stains and…… unspecified stains discolour any colour of sheets, even black ones! So, you only stay on your side, trying not to get a skin infection.
He makes a noise of disapproval behind you, but quickly flops down on his side, his arms squeezing your middle tightly. His right hand lays over your tummy, squeezing slightly. Thinking that he was going to critique your looks, you whimper slightly, “I’m sorry, Daddy, am I gaining weight? I can go on another diet-“
“No! No! You’re doing great, Bun! If anything, I think you’ll need to be a little bigger…” He trails off, increasing your nerves. Is that why you’re sweating? It’s suddenly very hot in here.
“Daddy, is the heater on?” You lay your free hand on your forehead, the other gripping Hoppy in an ironclad grip. Are you getting sick? That could be a problem. Your diet since getting here has changed drastically, along with your sleeping pattern, cleanliness or your environment, and your stress level. Hopefully he’ll cast you into a separate room, leaving you to your own devices.
“No, why?” He removed your hand from your forehead, and replaced it with his own. Is this supposed to happen? He isn’t too sure how heats are supposed to happen.
“I-I think I’m getting sick, Daddy. Should I go take a cold bath?”
“No! I mean, uhm, no, that won’t be necessary. Just stay right here,” He tightens his hold even more, you can feel your ribs creak underneath his fingertips.
You say nothing, starting to curl into yourself at the feeling of cramps in your abdomen. Could you be starting your period?
“I think I started my period,” You don’t see him look at you in disgust, but you can feel it.
“Then get up, I don’t want you dirtying the sheets,” You had to stop yourself from laughing. You? Dirtying the sheets? Says the man who has turned them rancid! You set your bunny stuffie on your clean pillow, trying to keep it away from any dirt.
Hurrying to your feet, you move quickly towards the bathroom. Once inside, you flick on the light, showing its pristine condition. He almost never comes in here, leaving it clean.
Unzipping your outfit, you pull your tail out of its hold, and shuck it down your legs. Once bare to the room, you open the toilet seat lid, and sit.
Once done with your business, you wipe, expecting something to be different, but not what you see. The piece of toilet paper is absolutely drenched, and not in what you think.
You slick is practically drenching your entire hand, scaring the shit out of you. What on Earth is happening to you?! And why did the feeling of your wiping feel so good?!
Grabbing baby wipes, you wipe down your pussy and ass, cleaning yourself up as much as possible. You stand up on shaky legs, closing the lid, flushing the toilet, washing your hands, but the pain becomes too much. Tears bead your eyes as your fear and pain take over, causing you to curl into a ball on the marble floor.
A burning feeling of arousal pools in your belly, making the urge to touch yourself grow exponentially. What the hell did Milluki give you? And aphrodisiac? You’ve never had a heat in your life!
Milluki knocks on the door after a long period of silence, the only thing he hears is your crying, “What’s wrong, Bunny? Is everything alright in there?”
You whimper in response, prompting him to open the door. The sight of your naked body made him do a double take. And, upon seeing a growing puddle of arousal around your hips, he can’t help but salivate.
“Is my little one in heat? How precious! Cute little bunnies need their Daddy, and if you ask nicely, I’ll be happy to assist you!” Milluki bends down to grab you, but finds difficulty when his large stomach stops him halfway. Grunting slightly, he crouched down, finally able to grab one of your arms and heft you into his own. Once secure, he stands to his feet, stumbling to your bed.
He tosses you in the middle, much to your disgust, and flips you onto your back. He gazes down at your perfect body, practically salivating at the sight of you.
Your pussy is drooling onto the dirty sheets, cleaning away his dirt in its midst. Perfect teats are pebbled, chest heaving in deep breaths. Your ears hang high above your head, curling slightly, looking adorable. Your little tail above your cute butt looks so nice to pull. A thin sheen of sweat is present on your skin, and as much as he wants to be disgusted, he can’t. You’re just too perfect like this.
“Do you need Daddy’s help? Come on, you need to beg for him,” Your body locks up in revulsion. You don’t want his nasty cock anywhere near you! For all you know, he’ll give you a bacterial infection!
“Nu-no, Daddy. I just-I just need to sleep, I think!” Looking over your shoulder, you see a dark present on his face.
“Are you disgusted by me?” His voice comes out deeper than normal, anger slowly starting to become apparent.
“No! No! Nothing like that, Daddy!” You force your aching body up, crawling towards him. You’re on your knees before him, holding onto his dress shirt pathetically within your pretty hands, “I just-you know I want to wait until we’re married,” You look down in an attempt to be bashful. Telling him that lie at the beginning really saved your ass, but right now, it seems that he’s tired of waiting, “I promise that that’s all! Because what if I get pregnant? I want to ensure my baby is taken care of-“
He grabs your hands, yanking you towards him, your naked chest smashing into his fat. He cups your face with gross hands, gaging your reaction. When all he sees is anxiety, he sighs overdramatically, “There’s no need to worry about all of that. Mama said I can marry you, so we can make a baby now!” His words make you gush with unwanted arousal, the last thing you want is him to fuck you, “See?” He releases your face with one hand, using the other to scoop up some of your arousal, “Why are you stopping yourself? Daddy’s cock is more than sufficient to fill you up.”
Try as you might, the smell of his arousal and your heat clouded mind are starting to drive you wild. He’s the closest fertile male, making your instincts go into overdrive to mate.
A pathetic whine leaves your throat, making him giggle horribly, “Even all teary eyed, you still look so cute. Good thing all of your makeup is water-proof, because if they weren’t, you’d look so ugly right now.”
You’re so aroused, that his words don’t make you furious like you usually would be.
“Now, take out my cock, Bunny. Suck me well, and I’ll breed your pretty pussy well,” In your mind, you don’t want to. You don’t even want to touch him with a ten foot pole. But, instinctually, you’re ready to jump his bones.
With shaking hands, you grab his belt, unlooping it with ease. Sliding it off, you move to his button and fly. Unbuttoning his pants is a bit difficult, due to it barely containing his large body, but you manage. Once done, you move on to his drawers, gross, white stains cover the front of them in a crusty topcoat.
Shivering in disgust, you pull them down, revealing his decent sized cock. Milluki smiles down at you, and grabs your ears in a makeshift ponytail, egging you on.
Deciding not to look to close at his repulsively unwashed cock, you close your eyes, and suck on his precum coated tip. It tastes awful. If you thought that heat inducing elixir was awful, this is 100 times worse.
Withholding your gags, you take him further down your throat, praying you don’t get strep throat. Using your tongue, you rub the vein on the bottom of his shaft. Hollowing out your cheeks, you suck him hard, bobbing your head quickly in the hopes of him finishing.
Gripping your ears even harder, he groans and pants as he bucks into your mouth. Milluki can’t believe it! His waifu is sucking his cock willingly!
That thought has him busting a fat, chunky load down your throat, causing you to almost throw up for real this time. He quickly pulls you off by your ears, looking down at you in awe.
The puddle around your cunt only grew bigger, and your fucked out expression is so endearing!
“Good girl for making Daddy cum! Do you want him to cum in that cunny? To make the hurt go away?” You nod eagerly, making a piggish smirk cross his features, “Beg for me, Bun Bun, beg for me nicely, and I’ll do it.”
You grasp his cloth covered hips in a tight grip, resting your chin on his large stomach, “Please, Daddy! Please make it stop! Please fill me!”
“Hmm, I’m not sure if I’m convinced,” Whining at his words, you turn around in his hold, pressing your slick cunt against his already hardening cock. Rubbing lightly, you keen at the pressure.
“Please, Daddy, I’m begging you! Please fuck me!” Milluki can’t hold back anymore, immediately forcing his cock inside your soaked pussy. Screaming in pleasure, you push yourself harder against him, tail tickling the underside of his tummy.
“Shit, you feel amazing,” He bucks his hips into yours hard and fast, not caring about your pleasure, “Don’t you see? This is your purpose; a little Bun like you is meant to be my cock sleeve, my little baby maker.”
You can’t bring yourself to respond, only pathetically fucking yourelf into his thrusts. He groans at your tight and wet walls, loving the way your cute, bunny body clings to him.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” He lifts one of your ears to whisper into it, “You want my babies? You want me to cum inside?”
You nod your head rapidly, disregarding the slight pain of his tugging, “Uh-huh, please fill me up, Daddy! Make me your house wife! Make me have your baby!”
Your words send him over the edge. Slamming himself deep inside you, he releases his disgusting cum inside your womb, bloating your tummy slightly.
The large man leans on your smaller form, smushing your face into the dirty sheets. Within moments, the burning feeling and pain is gone, leaving you disturbed and revolted.
“Wha-what do good girls say to their Daddies?” You wanted to throw yourself out of a thirty floor window.
“Thank you, Daddy. Thank you for giving me a baby,” He pets your head with a moist hand, rolling out and off of you, in favour of lying behind you. He wraps an arm around you, pulling you close to his soft body.
Milluki falls asleep quickly, allowing you to cry quietly to yourself.
Outside the door, Illumi stands motionless. He can hear your crying, and for the first time in his life, he truly pities someone.
He can only hope his father will reject you as Milluki’s spouse.
Otherwise, you’ll be stuck with the ugly bastard for life.
