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yhwhsdaughter · 2 years

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BODY THIEF

pairings: hisoka x fem reader x illumi

content: noncon, double penetration, threats, use of violence, minors dni !!

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“Hello, I would appreciate it if you came with us.”

As she turned, [Name] examined the person who’d spoken, her eyes trailing all over his figure. He was good-looking, enough so that she’d remember him after meeting him once.

Handsome as he was, the young woman wasn’t about to go along with a group of strangers—though she came to a quick realization that it was not an invitation, but a threat. Turning to leave, [Name] was obstructed by muscular chest. The obstacle was tall, with a mane and tanned skin; he was like a lion and she a gazelle. His hand alone could crush her head. As if reading her mind, the beast-like man cracked his knuckles, staring her down with a malicious grin. [Name] gulped.

“Guess I don’t have a choice…”

[Name]’s eyes weren’t covered nor was she restrained so she was able to see her kidnappers clearly and the place they were taking her; though this only worried her because it meant that even if [Name] escaped, they were dangerous enough to get her back.

The possibility of switching bodies with one of them was open but she figured that wouldn’t go too well with her captors, not to mention that she would be practically leaving her body as leverage.

That must be it. [Name] was average in almost everything, the only thing that highlighted her as special was her ability. The question now was… what need did they have for it?

Her silence and stiff form amused the Phantom members. Rarely did they take prisoners but most would shake and plead for their lives. She was docile and partly cooperative.

Arriving at their hideout, [Name] was sat in a creaky chair, showing no signs of surprise when Chrollo said, “I would like to know about your ability.”

She sighed, “I figured..”

Despite not being bound, she raised her hand tentatively, in case those psychos had any thoughts of hurting her.

“Why don’t I show you?”

Chrollo understood [Name]’s ability the moment she touched his shoulder. It was a unique experience to say he’d seen his own face. He now sat where their guest had been, though he was said person.

[Name] felt no shame as she backed away, grabbing the book that the male had placed on the table that separated them. “Stay back!” she flipped through the pages but hadn’t the slightest idea how to use it.

No one reacted, all of them staring at her—well, at Chrollo’s body, analyzing her like one would at an insect. Perhaps it was out of confusion or jest.

From the other side of the table stood up Chrollo; he handled her body with grace, approaching his own with an eerie calmness. It took [Name] a moment to realize that they hadn’t taken her seriously. The real reason for their lack of response was because the troupe didn’t think her a threat. It was rather insulting but [Name] had no time to feel offended for Chrollo now stood in front of her. The book snapped close as he took it from her gently.

He reached out first, interlocking fingers. To her credit, [Name] didn’t flinch away. Nothing happened though; the former was the sole controller of such ability. A second later, she released Chrollo after changing into her original body.

Because he’d gotten his book with her body, [Name] was now in possession of it. She extended a hand, placing it back in his care.

An hour passed and Chrollo failed to meet the conditions. [Name] must’ve seen through his plan. She probably figured his book was important, despite having no knowledge of it. Still, she was at their disposal.

As a manipulator and specialist, [Name] would be quite useful. A frown plagued her face, “You need access to a clown’s body?” She wondered what kind of person he must be if this group needed something from him.

With little choice, [Name] agreed to steal Hisoka’s body.

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In her defense, it was dark.

[Name] had wanted to finish the job as soon as possible and in a state of panic she forgot Hisoka’s description, stealing the first person’s body she came across.

When [Name] faced a mirror her blood ran cold. This man was starkly different from her target. “Fuck fuck fuck!” How was she supposed to know there’d be someone else in the apartment?!

Sweat trickled down the man’s face due to her mishap. This was more complex than just switching bodies. Not only would it take more time, but also energy she needed. Before [Name] could try again, the sound of a door opening sent her into a silent frenzy.

With this man’s body it was easy to carry and bound her own body into a closet, shutting it just as the actual Hisoka entered. [Name] couldn’t dwell on how messed up it was to hide her body. The amount of psychological stress this was causing her…

“What took you so long?”

Hisoka’s question was met with silence. Illumi was rather serious so this lack of action wasn’t out of the norm for him, but something seemed off. Meanwhile [Name] was racking her brain on how to answer without getting her killed.

As if to test his theory, Hisoka strode to ‘Illumi’ essentially backing him onto the bed. The latter landed with a small bounce, elbows planted on the mattress to keep him propped up.

Hisoka pulled at Illumi’s pants with ease, startling [Name]. Holding onto his wrist with a hand, she fought the urge to yell in indignation, aware that it might give her away. However, she failed to hide the eyebrow twitch and annoyance in Illumi’s monotone voice as she simply said, “I’m not in the mood.”

“But ‘llumi’” he teased knowing well how much he hated that nickname. When said person failed to react, Hisoka gleefully tore at the green pants, exposing his cock. Hisoka palmed it experimentally, taking note of the twitches that impostor Illumi made.

[Name] felt herself on a rocky voyage, wondering if she should jump ship. The caresses that attacked this body sent shivers across this form. Thighs spread, the sadistic clown inserted two fingers unpromptedly. Hisoka grinned. He curved them with precision, hitting the prostate and eliciting a gasp from her. Embarrassment burned onto Illumi’s cheeks and [Name] prayed Hisoka wouldn’t see that.

“I know Illumi’s body too well.”

At this point, he’d turned [Name] on her stomach. His strength was that of a monster. With Hisoka pressed against her back, his words blew into her ear, “Whoever you are, you can stop pretending~”

“Wait!”

He hummed in response, letting this game play out a little longer. “I’m sorry! Chrollo hired me! I swear I didn’t want to! Please—!”

Ignoring her entirely, Hisoka lifted Illumi’s waist, posing his ass towards himself. A moan left the clown’s lips, “Destroying you will be orgasmic ♡ ☆”

“Fuck you mphh—” pushing Illumi’s head into the pillow, suffocating [Name] and muffling her pained screams, Hisoka entered with difficulty, as she tightened around his cock.

[Name] was turned over, Hisoka wishing to see the faces Illumi’s expressionsless mug would make. “He’s always stoic when we fuck” he told her causally as if they were two friends catching up.

Hisoka did as he pleased with her, using the blood that trickled out of Illumi’s hole as lube, his sadomasochistic tendencies clear as day. “Tell me about your ability~” he urged while [Name] struggled with the pain.

Tears pricked the eyes of the body she’d stolen, regretting everything that led to this moment. She wasn’t sure if Hisoka hated this so-called Illumi from the way he enjoyed torturing her through this form. When she failed to answer Hisoka, he grasped her neck roughly.

“Will you break?”

Teeth gritting, she managed to spit out, “I’ll fucking kill you!” which sparked joy inside the sadist, causing him to impale her harder. Moans filled the room, Hisoka’s louder. Both of them came moments later, their orgasms trigged by the brutal fucking—well, violation in [Name]’s unfortunate case.

Bruises and scratches decorated the stolen body. Although this would essentially leave [Name] with no mark, she would be unable to erase this experience from her mind, if he allowed her to live.

Exhausted beyond reason, [Name]’s vision tilted to the side, witnessing a terrifyingly expression on her true face. This could only mean—

“I would like my body back.”

It would’ve happened one way or another. A condition to [Name]’s ability was her mental and physical fortitude. With those depleted, it was inevitable that the male would free himself.

Illumi grasped her, forcing [Name] out of himself, per se. Escaping was futile, though she still tried. Hisoka caught her from behind, lifting her easily. Illumi, pulled at her previously intact pants, not minding the kicks she threw his way.

This was like meeting the troupe all over again, except a thousand times worse. [Name] never had a problem with her strength but this, this was a weakness she hated because no matter how hard she tried to fight back, it was useless against monsters like them. Individuals who wouldn’t bat an eye at her struggle.

“You motherfuckers!!!”

The two men slid inside her, Hisoka silencing [Name] with a violent kiss—shoving his tongue inside her mouth, his moans releasing vibrations that otherwise would’ve felt good. He tasted her shamelessly.

In contrast, Illumi was more silent though there was a small break from his stoicism. Pussy sex felt different than anal. It was a whole new experience for him, causing him to cum fast in [Name].

Her lovely eyes widened, fear infested her to the brim. Biting Hisoka’s tongue so he would pull away, [Name] tried, once again, to twist from them but the men had decided that this seemingly unbreakable toy (for now) would be theirs. She must be special, for no person had taken them both until today.

The two leaned over, biting each side of her neck simultaneously, marking her true body for the first time that night.

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