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animerina · 2 years

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All I Want, All I Need

Morel Mackernasey x F!Reader

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Summary: The reader works as a glorified housekeeper for the Hunter Association, catering to different Hunters when they come in from the field for new assignments. Infatuated with the Sea Hunter, Morel Mackernasey, she decides to finally act on her desires.

NOTE: 18+, Minors DNI! This is incredibly self-indulgent because I am absolute TRASH for Pipe Daddy/Morel MackerNASTY. I apologize in advance for the overuse of pet names, but something about Morel calling me Princess, Sweetheart, and Pretty Girl does things to me.

Late! She was running so late today. Her trip to the store had taken much longer than she anticipated forcing her to rush back to the guest house owned by the Hunter Association. They had many in the area so Hunters being called in for debriefings and work could be housed without much difficulty. She was lucky she had decided to change out all the sheets and towels yesterday or else she’d really be in a pickle today. It wasn’t that big of a deal considering it was only Morel staying this time, but she still hated being late.

Nearly an hour past the time she was supposed to arrive, she found herself in front of the light blue house. Struggling to grab the key out of her bag, she managed to open the door while knocking to announce herself.

“Morel?” She called in through the front door, balancing the bags of groceries in her other hand. “Are you here?”

His gruff voice responded from the bedroom.

“Yeah, just puttin’ my stuff away. They still running you around for me?”

“Well, you can’t be without food,” she laughed, glad he didn’t comment on her tardiness and made her way into the kitchen. She set the two brown bags down and began pulling out the groceries she had retrieved for him. “I brought some stuff for you. I’ll just put it away and then head out-let you get settled in.”

“Aww,” he whined finally walking into the kitchen to join her. “Don’t wanna keep me company? Am I that boring?”

Luckily his eyes were covered by his glasses or she would have seen how they widened as he finally saw her. Her sun-kissed skin was exposed in a flimsy, little top and the shortest shorts he had ever seen. Another laugh from her distracted him as she continuing to sort through the groceries.

“We both know just how not-boring you are, but I figured you’d be tired and just want to relax tonight. I have to stop by tomorrow anyway to deliver dinner.”

“I’m not that tired, plus I wouldn’t mind the company. I’ve been with Knov all day.”

“Oh you poor thing,” she cooed in feigned sympathy. “How ever did you cope?”

He didn’t respond other than with his own laugh. Reaching for a couple cans to help her out, he was surprised when she slapped it away.

“None of that,” she scolded. “You just relax and let me finish up.”

She moved to open the fridge, noting his favorite beer already settled in, and started storing the food she’d picked up. Grabbing some boxed items, she bent over to place them in the bottom cabinet next to the fridge, Morel’s eyes falling to the curve of her ass. He clenched his fists tightly.

‘If her shorts were any shorter-.’ He shook thought and then chided himself for being so perverse. The Hunter huffed, ignoring her request and grabbed the cans, coming directly behind her to place them in the cabinet above the countertop. His pelvis was level with her rear in those cheeky shorts and he fought the urge to grind himself against her not wanting to scare her away. He was grossly infatuated, but refused to admit it. She hadn’t even noticed him yet, too focused on her task and for that he was grateful. Before he could take a step back, however, she stood up, her back all but colliding with his chest, startling her.

“Morel!” She screeched as she practically jumped.

“Just helping,” he chimed as he put his hands up in surrender. “But I can see I’m not wanted.”

“Oh shut it,” she smirked in an attempt to hide her flustered appearance. “Go watch TV or something.”

When she realized he was right behind her, her breath hitched. He had been so close and so warm she had almost revealed her little secret. She’d been harboring a crush on the sea Hunter for nearly two years, but never had the courage to act upon it. For one, he was away most of the time, only coming in when called for big jobs so she rarely saw him. He had been so sweet the first time they met it was hard not to fall for him, but she figured her little crush would fade after he left again. But he had wanted to keep in contact, saying he had really enjoyed their little talks while she helped around the guest house he had been given. Her feelings never left, only growing each time he came into town.

Now she was on the brink of ruining whatever friendship they had. She was so very in love with him, but he hadn’t shown any interest in her other than playful banter. Today she had worn minimal clothing, not just because it was ridiculously hot outside, but because she was trying to bait him into action. Even if it was only for a quick fuck, she could at least sate her desire for him. She could live with it as long as she had him once.

Morel settled on the couch, picking up the remote and flipping through the channels. She watched him for a moment before finishing up in the kitchen.

“Can you bring me something to drink?” He called out suddenly, his voice interrupting her thoughts.

“Sure,” she looked through the fridge. “What do you want?”

“Surprise me, sweetheart.”

Her breath hitched once more at the pet name. Surprise him? Was that an invitation? She really hoped it was and decided almost immediately to act on it knowing she could play it off as a joke if he rejected her. Biting her lip, she grabbed a bottle of beer and crossed her fingers she wouldn’t make a fool of herself. Popping the top, she walked towards the couch, standing aside it for a moment while she found the nerve. Morel quirked his brow as he watched her move slowly towards him. He reached for the bottle in her hands, a thanks on his lips, but froze when she suddenly straddled his lap quite casually. With the bottle settled between them, her other hand wrapped around his tie, pulling his face towards hers.

“How’s that for a surprise?” Her voice was soft, a little deeper than she intended, but she couldn’t be bothered. She had done it, now she waited for him to make a move.

Morel was silent for a moment, her nerves returning and making her feel embarrassed. She was about to tell him it was only a joke, when his arm wrapped around her waist caging her in place. His other hand trailed down to grope and squeezed her ass forcing her to rock forward creating friction on her core. Not expecting him to act so brazenly, she let out a moan in surprise at the feeling, the obscene sound filling the room.

“Fuck,” he cursed beneath her. “You’re too much, pretty girl. These shorts are killin’ me.” It felt so good to finally admit it, almost freeing in a way. He was a grown man. He shouldn’t have felt it necessary to hide his interest, but he had. Curse his soft heart.

“Ah,” she sighed as her hips kept moving against his own no longer needing him to guide her. “You wanna take them off?”

“Later,” he huffed. “Just come here.”

He grabbed the bottle in her hands, placing it on the side table before pulling her into a deep kiss. They both moaned then. His tongue invaded her mouth not even giving her a chance to prepare. She didn’t seem to mind though, her breathy sighs evidence of her growing arousal. Morel was guilty of it too, but his growing problem lay in his lap. He was getting hard like a teenager again, having missed the feel of a woman, especially one as pretty as her.

“You know,” he said as he pulled away. “I was thinking of where I could eat out tonight. Mind if I try here?”

His fingers found the front of her shorts and pressed the rough material against her core. She bit her lip and held back the gasp threatening to escape. His thick fingers kept prodding, eventually settling on rubbing back and forth. Her eyes rolled back, the feeling both too much and not enough.

“You can’t say things like that,” she chided breathlessly.

“Well you shouldn’t sit in my lap like that,” he said giving her ass a slap.

“Fuck, Morel!” She cried. “Again.”

“You like that?” He slapped her once more.

“Yeah,” she gasped. “When it’s you, I like it.”

“So about what I was askin’?” He murmured into her neck.

“Be my guest.”

She was quickly hoisted up, her upper body covering the back of the couch as he slid under her. He only stopped when his bottom hit the floor, his head nestled between her thighs as he held her steady over him. Though it was difficult from that angle, he managed to undo her shorts and slide her bottoms off, giving her some room to slip them off her legs before he tossed them across the room. His hands then pulled her hips flush against his mouth savoring her, the taste pulling a groan from deep in his chest.

She squealed and tensed at the sensation of his tongue delving between her folds. Self-conscious, she tried to hold herself up, afraid of smothering him, but Morel was persistent. He kept pulling her down possessively, his grip sure to leave bruises, his mouth latching onto her like she was his lifeline. She was reduced to a moaning mess, trapped between begging him to stop and praying he would keep going. Never in her life had she felt so good.

So lost in the haze of her impending end, she barely recognized the sound of his belt coming undone and the slick sound of of skin on skin. She turned her head and saw he had his hand wrapped around his semi-hard cock and was fisting himself eagerly. Her back arched at the sight knowing he was enjoying this just as much as she was. He was pleasuring himself to her and she nearly came at the realization.

“Yeah sweetheart,” he gasped. “Ride my face. Don’t be shy.”

Listening to the Sea Hunter, she began grinding herself against his tongue, ignoring her momentary embarrassment, and chased her end. She came with a call of his name, her body slumping over the back of the couch. There was an uncomfortable wetness dripping down her thighs-a mix of her release and his saliva.

“Please,” she was begging again. “Oh fuck, please don’t tell me it’s over.”

He laughed, moving the two of them around until her legs were spread, anchored on his shoulders. He had moved to face her, fingers reaching for her sopping womanhood. They were thick, the stretch from two of them was almost uncomfortable, but she let him keep touching knowing this was just a warm up of what was to come.

Morel was content watching her as she shuddered beneath his touch, her hips shifting on their own to ride his fingers. He smirked down at her, admiring just how beautiful she was. He hadn’t been able to finish, but he knew he would get the chance soon. Besides, he didn’t want to rush this dream come true, and making her come undone was all the motivation he needed to take it easy.

“Take off your shirt, pretty girl.”

She whined. “Then I’ll be the only one naked.”

“Embarrassed?”

She hummed lazily as if in thought and looked through her lashes at him. “I guess not.”

Reaching for the hem of her tank top, she pulled it off before undoing her bra and letting it fall off her, the straps catching on her arms as it did. She was absolutely gorgeous, Morel decided as he eyed her like a lecher. His free hand moved to cup one of her breasts, squeezing appreciatively, the thumb circling her hardened nipple. She was so soft and he leaned forward to kiss his way across one mound to the other.

———

Somehow, after she had come again, they made their way into the bedroom, Morel undressing as he followed her leaving a trail of clothes behind. Making his way to sit against the headboard, he relished in the sight of her crawling over the mattress onto him. She eyed him hungrily, wanting to feel every inch of him, but before she could settle on his lap once more, he stopped her.

“I don’t have a condom,” he admitted sounding disappointed. He didn’t mind using their hands and mouths to get off, but he would miss the feel of her around him. Though he wanted it, he wasn’t going to force her if she was opposed. He cared way too much for her to pressure her into sex, especially unprotected.

“I don’t mind,” she said shaking her head. “I trust you.” When he didn’t move right away, she continued. “There’s a pill I can take after if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Morel shook his head. “Sweetheart, I’m not worried about that. Just don’t want you to feel like you have to,” he grumbled not liking how vulnerable he sounded. “Don’t wanna pressure you into doing something you’ll regret.”

“I would never regret you,” she lay her forehead against his. “I promise. I want to feel all of you.”

His heart clenching at her words, he cupped the back of her head and pulled her into a breath taking kiss full of teeth and tongue. She savored it as much as he could before he pulled away leaving a trail of saliva between the two.

“Turn around for me,” he said and she immediately obliged. With her back to him, his much larger hands held her hips, lifting her up on her knees and laid her back against his chest. Unbelieving that this was actually going to happen, she whimpered making him pause.

“All good, pretty girl?”

“Yeah,” she mumbled shyly as she felt the heat of his length against her core. “Just slowly, okay? You’re really big.”

“‘Course,” he replied with a chuckle. “We’ll take it nice and slow. Gonna stretch you out good, alright?” One of his hands trailed down to her core, rubbing small circles as he let her sink down on him at her own pace.

Choked whimpers and gasps escaped her as she slid ever slowly down his sizable length, the pain of the stretch not nearly as great as the pleasant fullness she was experiencing.

“Atta girl,” the hunter praised. “Just like that.” He sighed deeply, loving how tight she felt. Her warm walls pulsed around him and he had to restrain himself from slamming her down to meet his hips. No, Morel was true to his word and made sure they didn’t move too fast though he wanted her badly. Even when her hips starting bucking, he held her tight not wanting her to rush just yet. He wanted her pleasure just as badly as his own and even if it took all night, he was going to get it.

He groaned again as her hips settled snuggly against his lap, her chest heaving, body feeling fuller than she’d ever felt. She wasn’t a virgin, but Morel was built bigger than most men-far bigger than any she’d slept with before. When she had first felt him, though it had been over their clothes, she had tensed at its size. She expected big, but he was monstrous and though anxious, she had wanted to know just how he would feel inside her. Now she knew, and she was loving it.

She rolled her head back to peer up at him, her eyes blown wide with lust. His brow was furrowed and he was also breathing deeply. He looked divine. Meeting her gaze, he leaned down to kiss her, open mouthed and sloppy, his hands trailing up to toy with her chest. That made her moan, and with her hips now free, she rocked herself on him in an attempt to spur him on.

“That’s dangerous,” he growled playfully while nibbling her bottom lip.

“I like danger,” she sighed in reply, her normal confidence returning. “Wanna feel it all, Morel. Please?”

She continued rocking despite his lack of an answer. He felt so good inside her she didn’t want to stop. She wouldn’t lie and say she hadn’t dreamt of this before. All of the times he’d visited for work and she’d come to set up the guest house, she’d often imagine him bending her over the nearest surface and fucking her until she couldn’t walk. But he was a gentleman, and he had bid his time, but she wanted a taste of him so badly it physically pained her. Now, or rather soon, she would be sated.

“Well,” Morel said pinching her nipples harshly causing her to yelp and cease her movement. He soothed them with the pads of his thumbs in apology. “Who am I to deny you when you beg so nicely?”

The first thrust of his hips shocked her. She gasped for air the moment it happened but it was soon followed by thrust after thrust as she was held against his chest. The stamina of a Hunter was incredible. Morel didn’t seem to tire even when she could no longer hold herself up, instead he lifted her by her knees like a rag doll. His pace was relentless, the constant slap of his skin on hers throwing her closer and closer toward her end. Her hands wound up behind her, tangled in his white locks.

“M-Morel,” she stuttered. “More! Please, please, please-,” she continued begging feeling lightheaded.

“Greedy little thing,” he huffed before slowing his pace making his pretty girl whine. “You want more? Fine, sweetheart. I’ll give you what you want.”

She suddenly found herself face down on the fresh sheets, the coolness a stark contrast to her burning skin. She could barely hold herself up, but she didn’t need to. Morel was already behind her, hands holding her hips steady making her back arch like a feline stretching. His thumb stroked her fluttering hole, the muscles clenching around air as he chuckled at the sight.

“Ah sweetheart, ain’t that a fuckin’ sight,” he teased. His cock slipped back in and she squealed into the sheets below her, fists clenching the material. He was so big and she was starving for him, the burn he caused quickly becoming addictive.

The angle allowed him deeper into her core, the fullness of him setting her nerves ablaze. He pulled back achingly slow only to slam forward harshly, rocking both her body and the bed forward. He relished in every cry she made as he found his rhythm, every thrust hitting something deep inside that made her beg for more. She was in heaven as he took her, her mind reeling as she imagined just how sore she was going to be after. It was deliciously brutal, but she found the strength to rock herself back to meet his thrusts as she chased her release.

He was being too rough, he knew, but he couldn’t control himself anymore-not when she made those cute, desperate little sounds. She was gorgeous beneath him, just like he imagined. Morel had always been friendly with the so-called errand girl of the Hunter Association, but he’d always wanted to be a little more than just friends, though he had thought it unlikely. It’d been a long time since anyone had shown interest in him, but over the past couple visits, he had an inkling she wanted a bite. He had let her toe the line of flirting and friendliness, watched as she opened herself up to him, and then let her make the first move. Morel had loved it. It had made him feel desired, something he hadn’t felt in a long while.

He was hardly around, always sailing about on his ship, but he wouldn’t mind coming home to this-coming home to her. He gave another rough thrust followed by a light slap to her ass. She practically preened at the sting. Maybe he would just take her with him.

The Hunter was quickly reaching his end, and though he was dying to stay buried in her tight heat, he didn’t want to take anymore risks than necessary. A few more thrusts and he had pulled out, stroking himself until he released on her swollen and thoroughly fucked cunt. He watched as it dribbled down onto the sheets beneath her, her hips struggling to stay upright once her had released his hold. She collapsed into a heap of boneless pleasure, her chest heaving after such rough play.

“I don’t think I can walk,” she murmured sleepily.

Chuckling, he admired his work, a whisper of “What a messy girl,” falling from his lips. Morel pulled her into his arms ignoring the mess, already cuddling her into his broad chest. She looked smaller now all curled up and content.

“I think you better stay here,” he suggested.

“No,” she said and turned into his warmth. “I’ll be okay. Just give me a minute and I’ll be out of your hair.” She said it as a joke, but really hoped he wouldn’t make her leave.

“Pretty girl,” he said as a frown formed on his face. His tone was suddenly serious. “Do you wanna leave?”

“If you want me to go-.”

He kissed her again to silence her.

“I don’t want you to go anywhere, princess.”

“Kiss me again.”

“With pleasure,” he said with a grin.

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mylkys · 3 years

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yandere illumi hcs

warnings: 18+ smut. dark content. yandere illumi.

word count: 1,073

sfw ☌ that's the closest i could find for a pin oops ☌ n e way ☌ i find it difficult to think of illumi being attracted to anyone, so it'd take a little bit to get his attention. ☌ i feel like it could go multiple ways -you're his betrothed -he meets you at the hunters' exam -you're a contract went wrong (you wiped the floor with his ass) ☌ regardless of how you met, you're a strong nen user. ☌ hisoka will definitely flirt harass you, and when illumi sees this, he’s never wanted to kill someone so badly. ☌ you'd never know that though. illumi never shows any emotion. ☌ out of the adult trio, illumi is the second most likely to kidnap you, right after chrollo. ☌ when he yoinks you from your life, you think it's because he's going to torture and kill you ☌ depending on how you met, it wouldn't be that big of a stretch to assume the worst. ☌ you'd wake up in a cold room with a heavy collar around your neck, and a strange man with black eyes just watching you. ☌ he freaks you the fuck out. ☌ illumi isn't the best at showing how he's feeling- bb boy is emotionally constipated. ☌ so he tries to show how much he adores and obsesses over you with gifts and services. ☌ since you are at the zoldyck estate 24/7, illumi provides you with all sorts of things to keep you occupied- books, art supplies, makeup- if you show an interest in it, he got it for you. ☌ he doesn't understand why they bring you so much joy, but after seeing how you get without mental stimulation, he knew such trivial things were necessary. ☌ only lets his mother, father, and female staff see you. he doesn't want any other man to see you. you're his, and his alone. ☌ if you weren't originally his betrothed, you better bet your ass you are now. illumi wants to make you his wife as soon as possible. ☌ if you were to misbehave and try to escape, 1.) you wouldn't even be able to leave your cell- room. ☌ 2.) illumi would def punish you. i see him as the one most likely to spank and paddle you, maybe even put you in time out, though he doesn't call it that. ☌ he pretty much takes all of your shit and forces you to sit in his lap while he works. ☌ the more you squirm- which is probably a lot because of your tender red ass- the more likely he is to turn you over his knee once again. so just be a pretty thing and sit still :) ☌ he'd probably threaten to use one of his pins- and he's not joking. it'd be a last resort kind of thing, but he's not one to make empty promises. ☌ in some ways, he's the best yandere out of the trio, since you're the best taken care of ☌ in other ways, he's worse. he lacks any sort of emotional body language, making it hard to read him ☌ you get some you lose some.

nsfw

● lol i chose the dots because of his eyes ._. ● so, back to what i was saying about emotional body language... ● he doesn't show it, but when he's around you, his head is a mess. ● that's what made you different- you make him feel things he never knew existed. ● illumi's heart goes ninety miles a minute when he's around you, and when he sees your naked body for the first time? nosebleed. ● he's never seen someone as beautiful as you, and it's overwhelming. ● so overwhelming, he has a hard time control his emotions, that he almost kills you the first time he fucks you. ● ngl, illumi is a big virgin, so add not knowing what the fuck he's doing to having a boner for the first time, you're in for a hell of a ride. ● shit hurts, bad, and his nen gets a little out of control. ● probably doesn't realize how tough he's being on you until he cums. ● he'd stop, catch his breath (wouldn't take long), then look to see you passed the fuck out, probably bleeding and your chest not moving. ● you'd be fine, but illumi vowed to never lose control again. ● it takes a hot minute for you to have sex again- you too scared of him, and he scared of losing control again, so it'd be a bit ●whenever you're ready to get dicked down again, you'll have to tell him. ● you'll probably have to take the reins and guide him the first fews times. ● you'll tell him there's nothing wrong with being rough, just that there are boundaries that shouldn't be crossed. ● once you get back into the swing of things, illumi's back to fucking you in the mattress. ● since he spanks you when you've been bad, he'd absolutely spank you during sex. ● isn't a big fan of giving or receiving head, doesn't see why you'd want to have teeth near your privates, but wouldn't turn down a good handjob. ● likes to finger you when others around- which is rare, but it does happen. ● that being said, if he really had to choose when it comes to oral, giving. he'd use it as a punishment more than anything, edging you until you cry. ● thinks your tears are hot lolol ● okay, so, dick size ● not that there's no girth at all, because there is, ● but it's all about the length baybe. ● there's no way for him to not touch your cervix when he fucks you. ● there are some positions you just can't do because he's too long. ● isn't loud at all, says a few words here and there, lets out a soft moan when he comes, but the most you'll hear from him is his breathing. ● omg this is getting too long what. ● at the end of each session, you're a fucked out sweaty mess, and though he won't say it, he loves seeing you that way.

☌● illumi isn't the gentlest lover- he has plenty of flaws- but there's no doubt in my mind that he'll keep you safe at all costs.

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