#hisoka fic

[bongopowder]

looking for trouble! (hisoka)

⁺ . ✦ .　⁺ 　 . ✦ hunter x hunter (hisoka x reader) ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . ⁺

content (18+): nsfw, female reader, hunter exam, zevil island, deep in the forest, degrading, bungee gum bondage?

word count: 4.6k

a tune for you: rule #34 (fish in a birdcage)

The darkness encompassing the indigo forest would be enough to unnerve a weary traveler, to send shivers down an unsuspecting spine, just as the touch of the cold night air nips at exposed skin. To others, however, its representation differs. Perhaps it’s an austere simplicity. The night: homogenous, consistent, peaceful even; a harmonious change from day. Or maybe it’s scandalous. A break from the life which you return to in the rather unsuspecting morning.

Zevil Island was about what you expected; lush trees extended far into the distance, speckled with occasional plains, mountainous rocks, and deceptively peaceful beaches. As the moon casts its glow amongst the scene, drowning every winter leaf and blade of grass with a mysterious sheet of pale blue light, the soft flutter of butterfly wings mingles with the whistling of wind, surrounding you as you walk.

The faint hoot of an owl sounds in the distance, and your breathing grows calmer. Looking down, you study the two badges in your hand: #174 and #105, yours and your target’s. You caught him out in the beginning, a large man with a red nose and a sword, tracking him to a field of tall grass after leaving the boat. Unbeknownst to him, you hid in the shadows, lurking deep in the thick branches of an oak tree until the sun set just below the horizon, casting the subtle gloom of dusk over the meadow.

It was over in a second, the creeping darkness and growing exhaustion hindering his senses as you stalked, hidden by the tall blades of grass. His body fell to the floor with a thud, the sound softened by the dense foliage below, and you quickly swiped the badge from his satchel.

That was mere hours ago. And now, the darkness had crept up on you, just as you had to him.

Yawning, you continue your walk through the trees, somewhat overconfident as you stride down the path which winds between trunks, leading you deeper into the forest. Your only task now is to find a place to hide, to ride out the next few days in peace, safe and away from whoever may be targeting you. Peace and quiet.

“Hey.”

Damn it.

The sound makes you stop in your tracks, eyes shooting up from the ground, seeing a figure up ahead, peeking through the foliage. Your hand instinctively moves straight to the knife in your belt.

Hisoka.

You narrow your eyes as you approach, knowing it would be useless to run from him. You meet his gaze, his stare piercing into you as he fingers a card, leaning casually against a nearby tree. There’s something behind those eyes: a sinister desire. For blood, no less.

Hisoka the Magician, nothing but a merciless killer, scheming and preying on those weaker. And they stand no chance, like a cat and a mouse. A cat with a fetish for carnage. A cat who likes to play with his food.

But you are no mouse.

You had encountered him before, in the sticky fog of the Misty Wetlands, where the heavy air sat deep within your lungs. You were close to the second stage, mind fuzzy as you continued to run, recalling nothing but the sensation of sitting, laying down, or simply standing still. That is, until you stumbled upon Gon’s neck in Hisoka’s hand.

It was an altercation. Hands. Knives. A fishing rod.

And those words he spoke to you, still ringing in your ears as he finally let you go.

You passed.

“I don’t want trouble,” you utter hesitantly, finally reaching the small courtyard with a hand up, approaching cautiously, ready to strike at any moment.

“And what if I do?” he smirks, pushing himself from the tree and making his way towards you. With a hand on his hip, he saunters closer, broad shoulders swaying as he walks.

“I’m not your target.”

“How can you be so sure?” he crosses his arms slyly, flicking the card back in his pocket.

“105 was my target, and I was his,” you pause, growing slightly nervous. You can feel an energy, a craving, a radiating force coming from his body. Something pent up, about to explode. “I’ll tell you what I know about your target, just let me leave.”

“Hmm…” he hums, eyes narrowing further as a smile creeps up on his thin lips. “Your two badges are still worth something to me.”

You bite the inside of your cheek, your mind reeling in dread. You can’t beat him; at least, you don’t think you can. You’ve seen what he can do, what options do you really have? The surrounding trees may offer cover, but he’d surely run you down.

“You wouldn’t come out unscathed,” you say after clearing your throat, the blunt words spoken with a slight apprehensive tone. “And you’d need a third badge too.”

His hand moves to his chin and he hums, that devilish smile still plastered on his damned face. He’s already decided something.

“What if we came to an… arrangement?” he proposes, stepping closer as he lets out the soft huff of a chuckle. “An agreement in which we both stand to gain something… and you can leave with both your badges.”

Your stomach turns with anxiety at his words. Nothing could ever be so easy.

“What kind of arrangement?” you ask, almost knowing you might regret it, the words coming out in a hoarse whisper, caught deep in your throat.

He grins, a fisherman who just felt a tug on his line. Slowly, he reaches out his hand, palm upwards, extending his pointer finger out to you.

Within a second, he snaps it back, a beckoning call which somehow sends you flying ten feet forwards straight into him. Your face hits his chest, your body crashing into his as your hands instinctively move up to try to lessen the blow.

“What the-”

“You see,” he sighs dramatically, interrupting your complaint and wrapping one arm tightly around your waist to hold you against him. “I’ve found myself in quite the bind… a predicament, one may say. So much built up with no way to release it…”

Your eyes widen as you feel the slight touch of his fingers grazing up your neck, his other hand still firmly holding you in place, your hips tightly pressed against him. Immediately, heat travels straight to your cheeks as you look up into his narrowed eyes.

“I… you don’t mean…” you stutter.

“I’m sure you’ve figured it out by now, haven’t you?” he smirks as his fingers snake around your neck, his touch firm. Your breath catches as they tighten, and he begins to slowly back you up against a nearby tree, the rough bark tickling the back of your scalp. “I haven’t killed anyone in days…”

You watch his chest rise and fall, his breaths growing quicker, lips parted slightly. And those eyes – dull and clouded with a repressed haze – bare into your soul, scanning every element of your face.

Swallowing, you too let your gaze fall along his face, his body, those muscular arms which hold you against the trunk. What am I doing? This is a terrible idea…

“What’ll it be?” he huffs impatiently, grip tightening as he leans in, causing you to gasp. “You leave in the morning, both badges in hand. As if nothing happened.”

His breath is hot against your ear, rough with his smoldering passion. You freeze, heart racing in nervousness, or… excitement? You can’t tell, and it only makes you feel worse.

To kill… to fuck… is it all the same to him?

The silence is unsettling; his hand remains on your neck, the hold unwavering as a soft dusk breeze makes its way through the forest, rustling leaves along the way.

“Okay…” you steady your voice, looking up into his eyes. “It’s a deal.”

A smile flickers across his face for a fleeting moment, but within an instant, his lips are crashing against yours, hungry and desperate. He lets out a soft sound against your mouth, something between a growl and a moan, as he pulls your hips forward, further into his.

“Good choice…” he murmurs as his grip on your throat releases and his fingers snake backwards, the feeling of sharp nails trailing along your sensitive skin making you wince. Your head snaps back as he pulls your hair, and within a moment his mouth is on your neck. He plants hot, messy kisses along your flesh, occasionally grazing his teeth across you, as if holding himself back from taking a bite.

The cool breeze tickles your neck, now wet with a thin layer of saliva, sending a faint shiver down your spine. Apprehensively, you reach your hand up to the nape of his neck, sliding your fingers through his hair, unintentionally pressing his face closer to your skin.

He groans, and you feel the harsh pinch of a bite at the base of your neck. His hands travel down to your hips, now pulling you away from the tree and backing you up deeper into the forest, the path out of sight.

“Wouldn’t want to be interrupted,” he murmurs between breaths, his mouth moving up to plant kisses along your jaw.

You watch in the darkness as he pulls back, his eyes scanning the environment behind you, expression lighting up for a moment. Without a warning, he pushes you backward, sending you stumbling down into the thick grass below, the dampness of the vegetation cold against your hands as you hit the floor.

He grins, walking closer and leaning over your body between your legs, the moon above disappearing as he steps in front of it, like an eclipse. The white rays of moonlight create a blurry haze around his silhouette, his body a looming shadow above you.

Oh, he’s not gonna be gentle…

Crouching down, his face just inches from yours, he lets his eyes wander over your body fully, taking in your entire form. Your chest, rising and falling swiftly. Your eyes, wide in anticipation. Your hands, propping you up slightly as you rest in the thick grass.

“You’re scared…?”

His question is rhetorical; he knows you’re terrified. Terrified of him and terrified of the consequences. And yet, there’s something that draws you in, something that keeps you from running. Something…

“Does it matter?” you whisper, eyes meeting his through your eyelashes.

“No,” he smirks with a shrug, now moving to settle between your legs, his arm reaching behind you on the grass, steadying himself as he gets onto his knees. “It’s more fun that way.”

As the last words leave his mouth, he captures your mouth in another kiss, his lips moving furiously against yours. You slowly let yourself fall back into the grass, hands gripping his shirt as you pull him down with you. Sounds of soft pleasure fill the air, your senses heightened, feeling the soft skin of his face against yours and the dry tack of his face paint tickling your nose.

You’re just as desperate for it now, your desire snowballing with every kiss, touch, breath. It’s wrong and dirty and indecent but you just can’t help yourself, his body pressing yours deeper into the ground.

And then the movement starts, his hips grinding into yours as he uses a hand to pry your thighs apart. The sudden friction sends a jolt of electricity through your body, a small sound escaping your lips but immediately captured by his.

He lets out a deep breath, his arousal growing more intense as he continues his movement into your hips, one hand keeping you pressed against the grass. Your arms wrap around his body, fingers sinking into the soft fabric of his shirt, tugging at it urgently.

A thin string of saliva connects your lips to his as he pulls back, wasting no time in pulling his shirt over his head and exposing his bare chest to you. His muscles, accentuated under the moonlight, tense slightly as the brisk air hits him.

He leans back in, eyes trained to yours as he tosses his clothes to the side. His hands move to your shirt, not waiting for confirmation before pulling it and over your head, nearly ripping the fabric with his urgency.

You shiver, unable to decide if the reason lies within your exposure to him or the elements, and you fall back to the grass.

“Forgetting something?” Hisoka teases as he slips a finger under the bridge of your bra, lifting your back from the ground as he pulls it towards him. His other hand slides behind you, his fingers working to unhook the clasp.

You feel the color rush to your cheeks as he drops your undergarment to the side, his eyes hungrily trailing down to your exposed chest. He continues to study you for a moment, his tongue pushing against the inside of his cheek as he lets his gaze roam down, and down… and down.

Oh.

Your pants are already being torn off, the coarse fabric quickly sliding down your legs as he tugs them up in the air.

Instinctively, you tuck your knees, pressing your thighs together nervously as he kneels in front of you, eyes still taking in your appearance in silence. It feels demeaning, degrading, dirty, the way he looks at you. And something about it makes heat pool between your legs.

He stands, his fingers slipping under the waistband of his own pants, tugging them down just enough to see his v-line peeking out from the pale fabric.

“Get on your knees.”

His demand rings though your ears, the hum of sound clouding your thoughts. It’s as if your body moves on its own, fueled by nothing but inherent lust and scandal, your knees digging into the dirt as you look up at him.

You tug his pants further down, desperate for him, to feel him, to tastehim. He smirks, allowing you to remove it, letting the fabric fall to his ankles.

The resulting sight makes your breath catch in your throat, your eyes widening as they stare, unmoving from him. The size is…

“Make it fit.”

Your stomach drops, not in fear, but rather sensuality: the thrill of desire. Moving in, you waste no time giving him what he wants, your tongue running up the length of him, pausing gently at his tip and moving back and forth, a slight saltiness spreading throughout your mouth.

Hisoka grows more restless, his breathing staggering, the air caught in his throat as you toy with him.

“Get on with it,” he growls, his hand quickly grasping your hair at the scalp, pulling your face closer to him.

You smirk, eyes not leaving his as you lick a long, thick stipe up your palm, saliva glistening in the night. Your hand moves forward, gripping his cock and beginning to move, tantalizingly, back and forth.

He groans, his fingers intertwining further into your hair and sharp nails scraping against your scalp.

You move slowly, teasing him further with your tongue, taking him deeper, an inch at a time as your hand continues to work at his base. The pressure builds in your mouth, your jaw opening to accommodate him as you continue, almost choking and gagging.

As your lips touch him, taking him in, he lets out a straggled moan, strong arms forcing your head forward again, more and more, until you’ve taken his entire length in your mouth. You grip his thighs, feeling him hit the back of your throat and push harder. You twist, making him fit.

And then he pulls you back, just as you had gotten the chance to adjust. That is, before he thrusts your face into him again, and again, and again. It’s aggressive and violent, his grunts growing louder with every push, his hips moving forwards to meet your face, forcing himself even deeper into your mouth.

You feel tears blurring your vision, unable to feel anything except the sensation deep in your throat, the pain of him hitting against you, but the pleasure of knowing what you’re doing to him.

The muscles of his thighs under your grip begin to tighten more frequently, his gasps and moans growing more desperate.

“Fuck…” he grumbles under his breath, the word barely distinguishable from the series of pleasurable sounds caught deep in his throat, just as he is caught in yours.

He pulls you back by your hair, a strangled grunt escaping his lips, lips which immediately twist into a scheming smile. With his other hand, he places his finger under your chin, using his thumb to wipe the stray saliva dripping from the side of your mouth.

You fall onto your back, pushed back into the grass by Hisoka as he straddles your body. He leans in, mouth finding yours in a kiss as he positions himself over you, sliding his hands along your bare arms outwards, his hands meeting yours. After just a moment, he pulls his hands back, running them back up your arms, one finding your breast and the other, your hip.

You shift to move your hand, but it’s stuck. You tug and pull, furrowing your brow and pulling back from the kiss to glance to the side, staring at your hand, almost cemented to the ground.

“Why can’t I move-”

You’re immediately silenced, Hisoka’s finger moving to your lips, a sly smile plastered on his face.

“Don’t concern yourself with such trivial matters such as your hands…” he whispers, kissing at your jawline as if nothing happened.

The wet sensation draws your attention back to the moment, forgetting about your hands, or lack thereof. He moves again, positioning one leg between yours, pressing down into your body. You move your body up and closer to his as you begin to buckle your hips against his thigh, craving stimulation.

He smirks against your mouth, feeling your slick against his thigh as he continues to kiss you. Suddenly, he shifts his position, moving his other leg between yours. One of his hands travels to your hip, pushing you further into the ground.

“Such a dirty slut for me, aren’t you?” he purrs, his mouth pulling away from yours as his hand moves from your hip, trailing down to your inner thigh. You shiver, eyes meeting his in the starlight, a shadow looming over his face.

He slides a finger up, gently skimming along your skin as he makes his way closer to your core. His finger moves further up, teasing your folds, his touch far from gentle.

“Ah-” you dig your head into his shoulder, your hands gripping at the dirt as he continues to move his finger. Your eyes widen as you feel his sharp nail graze against your clit, the pain and stimulation sending a shudder through your body.

“Careful-” your forced whisper is quickly halted as he moves two fingers into you, slipping easily inside your throbbing pussy. You tighten around him, your heels and hips digging deeper into the dirt as your muscles contract.

It’s messy, inconsistent, almost selfish. He moves his fingers deeper inside of you, forcing small sounds of pleasurable pain from your lips, as if he cares not for your satisfaction, and only for what you can do for him.

After only a moment, he removes his fingers from inside of you, sliding them seductively up and across your neglected clit. They continue their journey up, sliding along your navel, sternum, and up to your neck.

“Clean them,” he demands suddenly, not waiting for a reply and shoving his fingers into your mouth, the tips pressing down into your tongue.

You let out a soft groan, the sound catching in your throat as his fingers muffle you, that is, before you begin to suck and lick him clean. Your tongue moves across and between his sticky fingers, lapping up your wetness from his skin.

As you continue to work at his fingers, he spreads your thighs further apart with his legs, settling between them. His fingers push further down against your tongue, eliciting a small whine from you.

You gasp as you feel him between your folds again, the tip of his cock sliding back and forth against you, lubricated with your slick.

He finally removes himself from your mouth, his hand now resting beside your head on the grass. His body remains pressed against yours, his hips stopping their movement as they slide back, positioning his tip at your entrance.

You bite back a moan in anticipation, pursing your lips as you look up at him, hovering over you.

“Beg for it,” his mouth twists into a smart grin.

“Please…” the word leaves your mouth before you can even register how degrading the situation is. You’re simply too frustrated, too needy. “I want you so bad… please…”

“Say my name,” he whispers close to your ear, his own breathing unsteady as he processes your words. “I want this whole island to hear you.”

“H-Hiso-”

The rest catches in your throat, the sensation of him slowly entering you drawing out a long and straggled moan, mingling with the remnants of a real word. Your fingers tear at the grass below, body contracting as he pushes deeper and deeper, filling you up more than you thought possible.

The movement begins, slowly at first, then speeding up in aggressive desperation. Your head throws back in pleasure, unable to tell if the stars you see above are real ones or not. Hisoka grunts with every thrust, each one growing in power as his fingers dig into the ground beside your head.

And the dirt. It coats your hair as he rocks you back and forth, stuck to the strands with the soft grassy dew acting like glue. You bite your lip, stifling a desperate moan into the night, knowing anyone could be in the surrounding forest.

Hisoka’s hand moves to your neck again, giving you no time to process as he tightens his fingers around you, using you as leverage to fuck you even harder.

“What did I tell you?” he grumbles through his clenched jaw, his pace unwavering. “I want to hear you.”

You oblige, forcing yourself to whisper his name, focusing on nothing else than the word, trying to distract yourself from the tightening around your throat, and the pounding in your stomach. It feels as though your organs are moving, shifting positions to accommodate his selfish length.

“Louder,” he growls.

You try, raising your voice as he continues to grind his hips against yours, his movement losing coordination as time progresses, growing less calculated, more carnal.

It really does feel like he wants to kill you.

You feel the pressure building within you, in time with the tightening of fingers around your neck. Vision growing hazy but body taught with pleasure, you manage to stutter.

“H-Hisoka… I can’t…” Your throat closes tighter, silencing you again.

“I don’t care,” he grunts, his breathing signifying he’s close to the edge. He has no plans of stopping…

You should hate it. It should scare you, terrify you even. The thought of dying: fucked to death on a deserted island by a man who cares not to even learn your name. But your body doesn’t work alongside your rational thoughts.

The constant rhythm, the stimulation, the force, it all comes to a climax.

Your body shakes, his name on your tongue as you feel the release. You tighten around him, your head digging back into the ground, just as he lets out a strangled gasp.

His hand releases your neck as he pushes his lips into yours, his hips moving as he rides out the waves of pleasure. You capture each other’s moans, drowning them in the sheer force of the kiss, passionate and feverous, as messy as anything coming before it.

A final gasp escapes your lips as your body relaxes, growing limp under his as your muscles twitch with remnant stimulations. He pulls his lips back from yours, gliding them against your jaw, his head eventually moving to settle beside yours, with his forehead pressed against the grass.

Breathing. In and out. Just the sensation of it feels like a blessing through all the turmoil. The dark of the night feels duller now, the sky softening into a darker gray rather than a piercing black.

The feeling of time passing is indescribable, minutes turning into hours or hours turning into minutes: you can’t tell. You’re sat there, quietly, simply left alone with your thoughts and a heavy body above you, hands still stuck to the floor.

The silence of the forest continues, as if unaware of the chaos, unaware of the fact you were just fucked to an inch of your life, the leaves still rustling with the same rhythm they did hours before. A peeking dawn cracks over the tops of the trees, the sky hinting to shades of purples and oranges in the distance.

“Hmm…” Hisoka hums, picking his head up to see the changing sky, as if waking from a slumber, the new light now highlighting his face in different ways than before. His face paint is smeared, no thanks to your nose and his sweat, with small pieces having been chipped away. And his hair. His hair has flattened, small pieces falling in front of his face, contrasting their normal pushed-back appearance.

He pushes himself off you, his abs clenching as he lifts himself up, standing up fully with a deep breath. Leaning down, he wipes the slight tint of brown dirt from his knees, the grass and soil falling back to rest on the ground, leaving him completely clean, a different sight from you. In silence, he delicately gathers his clothes, scattered across the grass in different places, putting each item back on, casually but with concentration, eyes no longer darting to you as you watch him, your hands still glued to the ground by some unknown force.

He shrugs his last layer on, smoothing the wrinkles of his shirt as his hand runs across the clove and spade on the front of the fabric before settling on his badge, #44. He straightens it out delicately before adjusting his clothing one more time. As he does, he stares off into the trees, through the dense trucks and into the fading darkness.

“Well, it’s been a pleasure,” he finally says, sighing and waving his hand dismissively as he walks away. With that, your hands are free again, the pressure releasing and allowing you to move your wrists. You gasp, immediately sitting up onto your palms as you watch him, walking back through the forest and to the established path, already beginning to smooth his hair again. Without another word, he disappears into the foliage, his footsteps growing softer and softer as time passes. And then, silence.

And it leaves you: naked, dirty, wet, and disheveled in a patch of grassy soil, blades littered across your body and scattered through your hair. Your breathing slows, the rise and fall of your chest softening as you draw your gaze upwards and to the sky, those warm colors, scaring away the sins of the cold night as they escape to the west, away from the light.

But what could you really have expected?

Perhaps you really were like the others in the end.

Just a mouse.

Happy Birthday Alexis! <3

[chrollogy]

MY TURN

— hisoka morow x f!reader

syn: Hisoka turns into a complete mess all because of a strap on.

18+ MDNI; explicit smut, pegging/use of strap on, anal (m), bottom!hisoka, top!reader, porn without plot, just pure filth im so sorry, hisoka gets his shit rocked, pet name (baby), not beta read.

word count: 1.5k

notes: divider: cafekitsune. im running away . a quick lil smut warm up :3 i actually enjoyed writing this heh (oki see u on november !)

Hot. Damp. Filthy.

Hisoka’s pornographic moans filled the thick atmosphere of the room—they had no restraint whatsoever, ribbons, and ribbons of colourful curses tied with your name slipped past his wet lips; both coherent, and incoherent, each lust-filled noise came out of him with every merciless thrust of your hips. Face down, ass up. That’s the position you currently had Hisoka on, with his back unnaturally arched to take the strap even deeper.

How pathetic. A big strong man capable of killing anyone seemed to lose it at a mere silicone cock.

With Hisoka’s head turned to the side—he figured it’d be such a waste to muffle his melodic moans—he stared straight at you from over his shoulder; light amber gaze coated in pure carnal desire.

It held a hint of amusement deep beneath the brightness of its colour as if to tease you even though he’s the one getting railed into oblivion with a faux cock.

You clicked your tongue.

Even with that expression on his face—brows tightly knitted together, lips unceremoniously parted, and a glob of saliva rolling from the corner of his mouth paired with a deep crimson blush—Hisoka still managed to rouse a sense of superiority with just his eyes.

You gripped his hips, nails digging into the bareness of his pale skin before driving the strap-on cock deeper into his hole. “Mhm—aah! Yeah, that’s it—ngh!” The ivory sheets beneath his sweaty palms crumpled under his touch, eyes rolling to the back of his head as the tip of the faux cock kissed Hisoka’s sweet spot.

An icy shudder kissed up his arched back, leaving trails of goosebumps on his bare skin. Hot tears lined his pretty eyes, you watched as it rolled down his face, and onto the silk pillowcase beneath.

God, the sight before you was absolutely immaculate, downright filthy yet oddly enough, there was something so beautiful about it—the way Hisoka’s expansive back muscles flexed with pure pleasure, veins that decorated his arms bulged from the tightness of his grip on the sheets.

Not to mention how his muscular body jolted back, and forth from each merciless thrust of your hips. Bright red hair that was normally slicked back now fell onto his neck, damp, and stuck to his sweaty skin.

Hisoka looked like an absolute whore beneath you, and you lived for the sight.

If he was being honest, he couldn’t think properly anymore; his mind was nothing but a lust-filled mush, hungry for more, more, more pleasure until it pushed him into the brink of complete insanity. Pure ecstasy engulfed his body from head to toe, causing him to shake from the mind blowing sensation.

Oh, what an amazing feeling it was, if only he could live in this state forever. Sounds of wet squelches mixed with Hisoka’s shameless whimpers, and moans were like music to your ears—a sinful melody reserved for you only.

With your palms flat against his shoulder blades, you shifted your weight to your hands, using his back as a leverage to angle your hips better, and reach deeper inside him. Hisoka panted in unison with every thrust, the weight of your body on top allowed him to enter a blissful haze from the lack of oxygen in his lungs—almost like a drunken state but paired with lust.

His toes curled at the foreign sensation, relishing in the way it made his body feel limp yet stiff at the same time. The familiar feeling deep inside his stomach was slowly rising to the surface—he was near his orgasm, and you knew from the way Hisoka moaned your name like a broken record.

Ah, but you weren’t quite finished with him just yet.

“Turn around for me, will you?” You panted, hastily slipping out of his hole which earned a pathetic whimper from the man before you.

Nonetheless, Hisoka obliged, and swiftly so—as though mere seconds away from pleasure was going to cost him his whole life. He adjusted himself, bare back flushed against the sheets beneath, uncomfortably sticking onto his sweat-covered skin. A bright hue of red surrounded Hisoka’s head like a sinful halo, his hair was splayed onto the pillow which made him look all the more majestic in his raw beauty.

His hard cock slapped against his abdomen, it stood proudly, and leaked of a pearlescent pre-cum which you were tempted to get your tongue on, and relish at the taste of him. You wrapped your fingers around the back of Hisoka’s knees, bending his long legs, and bringing them to his chest before slipping the faux cock back inside his hole, earning a high pitched whimper from your lover, followed by a muttered curse.

Without letting him adjust, you returned to the swift pace you had set mere moments ago, pulling louder moans, and groans from Hisoka. At this point he was long gone, drunk on pure pleasure without an ounce of sobriety left inside him, letting you do as you please with his body as long as the feeling of ecstasy was what he received—a win, win situation.

Light amber eyes slowly dipped beneath his heavy eyelids, his stare held nothing but empty lust. As odd as it was, Hisoka’s fucked out expression allowed pride to bloom across your chest, a feeling of accomplisment that you, too, were able to reduce your lover into nothing but a common whore who eagerly chased after pleasure.

After all, it was always the other way around—Hisoka never shied away from taking you in many sinful positions, rendering you cockdrunk, and unable to form a single coherent thought.

You bent over him, palms placed on either side of his head, a smug smile painted on your sweaty face, “My, my, what a scandalous sight. God, I love that expression you’re making.” You moaned—a fake one to tease him. That was usually Hisoka’s line when he’d fuck you, he always loved to comment on your fucked out expression; per his words, it fuelled his sex drive like gasoline on fire.

Hisoka could only reply with a bite of his lip. Another set of fresh tears rolled down his crimson coloured cheeks as electrifying shocks of pleasure washed over his body. With the harsh jolts of his body, and tears clouding his gaze, he couldn’t even see you properly but that didn’t really matter since he could feel you perfectly fine.

“Fist your cock for me.” You breathed out.

Hisoka snaked a shaky hand down to the apex of his legs where his cock remained untouched, and hard. He wrapped his deft fingers around the shaft, back arched off the mattress at the added pleasure, “Aah! Fuck, that feels so—ngh! So good!” Hisoka’s lips curled into a crazed smile, a breathy chuckle erupted from his throat at the feel of his hole, and cock being simultaneously pleasure.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Everything felt too fucking good, he couldn’t help but feel amused.

Completely letting himself go, Hisoka eagerly fisted his cock in time with your thrusts. His body stiffened under the immense pleasure he felt, a series of incoherent sentences flowed out of his mouth as though he spoke another language.

Hisoka was close.

So fucking close to his orgasm  as the knot inside his stomach threatened to snap with each passing second—with each thrust of your hips.

The only thing grounding him right now was his free hand curling around the ivory sheets, and if he were to let go, he might actually start floating as though on cloud nine.

“Ah—! Mhm! Yes! That’s it, baby don’t stop!” 

And you didn’t, you kept the same merciless pace despite the resistance of his walls making it a little harder to thrust inside. Hisoka panted like a dog, bare, sweaty chest heaving up, and down as if his life depended on it; his precum-covered thumb deftly rubbed at his sensitive slit—up, and down, up, and down, fast, tight circles along the tip of his cock head.

Pleasure gnawed at Hisoka’s very bones, his body trembled with immense pleasure; mind completely blank, and in a lust-filled haze. Every muscle inside his body stiffened as climax neared, all four limbs tingling with a foreign sensation as though a million butterflies kissed his bare skin.

With one last thrust from you, and a few more tight rubs on his tip, Hisoka unceremoniously came with a loud moan of your name while pressing his head further into the pillow beneath.

Ribbons, and ribbons of thick ivory spurted from his hardened cock, and onto his chiselled abdomen—Hisoka’s face contorted in pure pleasure, completely lost in the sinful sensation.

Fuck, it felt like his head was spinning.

The two of you stayed still for a moment, allowing him to bask in the serene aftermath of an earth shattering orgasm, heavy pants from both of you quickly replaced Hisoka’s lewd moans. After a heartbeat, he opened his eyes, and you were met with a cold amber stare, full of predatory intent, and carnal desire,

And with a sinister curl of his lips, Hisoka breathed out, “Now then, it’s my turn.”

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affiliated with @houseofsolisoccasum & @pixelcafe-network !

[terrible-eel]

I made this comic along with a fanfic of Hisoka and his messed up backstory a couple years back but I decided to revamp the fanfic a lot so if anyone's curious about it it's here.

I originally wanted to make it a love story between him and Chrollo so I'm finally doing that! I'm super excited :D

[mossangelll]

Late Night Call

pervy man x innocent reader blurb

a/n: change of pace from my usual arcane fics, i was thinking about some anime boys and well…yeah

been a while since i’ve watched some of these animes so i’m hoping my picks aren’t too ooc than they already are >.>

enjoy ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

cw: dubcon, noncon, nsfw - mdni 18+

his call comes late at night, rousing you from sleep when you hear your ringtone going off.

“o-oh, hey? what’s up?”

your voice drips like honey, so sweet and slightly rough from being woken up and he just knows you’re rubbing sleep from your watery eyes, none the wiser to what he’s doing on the other end of the line.

he tells you he’s feeling…ah, under the weather and he just needed a friend to talk to but don’t worry if you’re tired! he would absolutely hate to disturb you and he’s already lost too many friends from talking about his feelings.

needless to say, he’s got you hook, line and sinker. he won’t even be doing much of the talking.

easy prey.

his hand palms over his rock hard dick, it’s been that way since the mere idea of this popped into his head, as he listens to you chatter away about something he couldn’t care less about; he isn’t even trying to hide his breathless panting and the non-stop wetness of his dick, sloppy with precum, thrusting into his tight fist. the tip throbs an angry red as he holds back his release again and again and again just so he can continue getting off to your cute voice.

at some points, you ask him if he can hear some noises too and for a moment his heart stops and he wonders if you’ve caught him red handed.

but then he remembers that it’s just you, coddled and blissfully unaware of the sin that surrounds every aspect of life, so all he has to say is that his tv is on in the background and you’re back to talking again. perfect.

his blood is pumping red hot as his strokes grow uncoordinated and even more furious than they were before and he finds himself fighting the urge to ask you what you’re wearing. no that’s too much, too soon, so he instead chooses to bite down on his lip until the taste of iron fills his mouth. a small price to pay.

“helloooooo still there?” you call out after ten minutes of him being seemingly unresponsive, assuming he’s finally managed to fall asleep. you don’t bother to end the call, after all you know how comforting it is to sleep with your friend still on the phone after a bad day.

he imagines shoving his dick into your wet mouth mid-sentence, cock growing impossibly harder at the mental sight of your surprised face, you gagging because you’re unaccustomed to a dick his size - scratch that, any dick and all the debauched things he would teach you.

eventually he hears your gentle snores, of course you fell asleep before the main event, throwing his head back and grunting way louder than he did before knowing you definitely won’t be waking up. his chest heaves and legs shake from the orgasm that overwhelms him and he almost ends the call from the guilt rising inside of him - almost. but then he catches sight of his thick cum splattered right where your contact photo was and his cock twitches as if he didn’t just come seconds ago.

good thing you didn’t end the call; he decides he can have a little more fun with (or without) you - he still feels a bit under the weather, of course.

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tomura shigaraki, dabi, takami keigo, togata mirio, kai chisaki, l lawliet, kei tsukishima, koshi sugawara, kenma kozume, satori tendo, yuji itadori, satoru gojo, denji, chrollo, hisoka morrow, shalnark, katsuya serizawa, reigan arataka

masterlist

[jestercouture]

trash turns to treasure.

warnings: mentions of death/violence. mentions of nsfw [reader is not a participant...yet]

yandere! Hisoka Morow x Reader

this is the first chapter of multiple.

You didn’t know when you began to change in his eyes. Began that fateful shift into something that neither of you saw coming. The jester always seemed to command an aura of control about himself, although whether you thought it was deliberate was still up for debate. He could be unhinged, with his crazed amber eyes that spelled out ‘danger’ like a neon sign being luminous from a mile away, his purring way of speech that didn’t entirely put anyone at ease. 

Those cards fluttering past you coated with the stench of death was just one of many of his red flags that told you to stay away. And you did, to the absolute best of your ability. For as long as you lived, you decided, you would rather not be left alone or even trapped in the same crowd of people as Hisoka Morow. When you bargained with yourself whether or not to take on the arduous task of the Hunter Exam, it seemed he wormed his way into you, claws sinking in and whispering as both the devil and the angel. 

You didn’t understand how such a…being such as he could even conduct himself to appear as an angelic presence, but his looks served him marvellously in that regard. Flawless skin, vibrant eyes and lean, pulsing muscles fit to crush your throat; his looks alone would have thought him better suited for a runway or something. He looked angelic.

But look too close and one could see there was a chasm of darkness beneath his pretty boy exterior. It seemed endless as you stared into his eyes and tried to pull away. Hisoka seemed to beckon someone in and that was enough to leave them gasping, bleeding, pleading with him. Or near enough to death. 

You decided to pass that year for the exam, waiting wasn’t too much effort and you figured that he was so much higher up that he would wipe the floor with every other participant. As the rumours swirled and swallowed up the aftermath of it, you heard he killed one of the judges. 

Relief flooded you to say the least. Maybe you had a sick sense for that kind of thing. 

Hisoka wasn’t used to being held back by things; in fact he openly rejected such a notion, the belief that anyone could be trapped by insignificant situations made him feel a kind of discomfort that he could never quite put his delicate finger on. 

Never liked the conventional, easy way of taking things. 

That made those kinds of things ordinary, and Hisoka wasn’t ever going to be ordinary or average or boring. He was born to transcend expectations, push himself to the limit and break others in the process. So he never made time for those things in his life, boring events and stuffy people who meant absolutely nothing to him. 

So he met you, spared you a disinterested and pitiful glance and walked away. You were running errands he assumed, a small note clutched in your hand as you paraded through York New’s streets. He went to a grimy and hot bar where he met a subpar, poor excuse of a girl who claimed to be a model.

She did have the face for it, Hisoka remembered noting mentally, not like it mattered to him in the slightest. He fucked her and left her behind without so much as a goodbye. But he reflected upon the day's events with a strange sense of need, the thought of you floating back into his mind. You had paid each other no mind and yet…there was something that refused to let up about you. 

Why couldn’t he just forget? York New was home to millions, rich or poor. No one was the same and that’s why he treasured the city in a way. He loved the variations and the differences between everyone he came across. It was exhilarating. People want different things, have their own agendas and it was like an endless puzzle trying to figure them out. 

What did you want? What did you desire? 

What would you give everything for?

You didn’t let up on your true intentions the first time he saw you, sure you could have just been on an average shopping spree for whatever menial reasoning…but how could he know that for sure? 

You surely appeared to be average enough, but Hisoka didn’t tend to keep mental tabs on someone he wasn’t intending to forget. 

You seemed to barely notice him there in the street. And it took just a small glance to realise it, but he could have sworn he had seen you somewhere else before. 

Now what was it? 

Ah. He remembered. The Hunter Exam, the one that just concluded this year. You were one of the final participants, one of the ones who actually got their licence and succeeded. You didn’t look like you would be able to hold your own, but he didn’t like to judge someone’s cover.

Actions meant more to him than anything. 

You didn’t seem too remarkable when he finally saw you once again at the doors of a very luxurious hotel, located in high-end York New, seemingly lost and looking a bit pitiful. 

Hisoka could be nice, couldn’t he? Show his little friend where to go and really help her out. 

Cursing to yourself, you looked down at the map on your phone once more, only growing more ire as street names and the road signs seemed to blur together in the stress. What was the point of planning a trip if the location wasn’t even easy to find?

“Are you lost by any chance?” 

A low voice cuts through to you in your silent frenzy, and your head snaps up to see the man you’ve been avoiding for months. It’s Hisoka, eyes wide in curiosity, yet you can see a shimmer of something else in them. You aren’t sure you want to know what it is. All of a sudden you hear a chuckle, and your heart begins to thud against your rib cage so painfully because this is how you die, this is how you were always going to die-

“Relax, pet. Don’t look so nervous…now where are you heading off to in such a rush?~”, not letting up, Hisoka dragged his gaze down to capture your eyes with his, giving you no room to move away. His arms were folded, one hand holding a playing card between his fingers with complete nonchalance. His eyes are a dangerous goldish yellow, cutting into you with a look of what you believed to be interest. 

“I-I just have to get to some place to eat, I-I’ll figure it out though, thank you for the offer!”, you scrambled and stuttered, eyes widening as you shrunk away from his tall frame. Hisoka leaned away for a moment, placing his fingers under his chin as a thinking pose. Pleading silently, please take that and go, please leave me alone. 

 But no such luck ever seems to happen to you. Hisoka simply turned back to you, smiling and his hands now reaching out towards your face and smiled even wider when you backed away. The smell of bubblegum was starting to make you feel sick, but how was it only now you’d noticed it? 

“Nonsense, I can’t have a sweet thing like you get hopelessly lost in such a big bad city now could I?,” he swoops down to your level, bending over slightly to get a better look at you.

You were trying to get away, eyes darting all over to try to find some way to get out of this. His voice seemed to invade your head, along with that suffocatingly sweet scent that seemed to emanate from him.  “In fact, I think you need a trustworthy escort, don’t you? I’m more than up for it if you’d like.”

Something went off, a glaring signal that says he wasn’t just offering to go with you. His tone sounded teasing, but a layer of danger lurked underneath. 

Hisoka was telling you what he was going to do. And he was daring you to refuse him.

 In hindsight, had he been an ordinary man you would have been more likely to accept without issues. But you had seen what he was capable of; he enjoyed tearing opponents apart. If you refused him, he would surely find a way into forcing you. If you did find it in yourself to allow him to ‘escort’ you, that wouldn’t guarantee your survival either. 

But you had to answer him. 

And so you did. Defeatedly. 

You weren’t surprised by the fact that Hisoka was talking your ear off as he ‘escorted’ you to your destination, asking a million questions yet never seeming to take an interest in your answers. What was he even trying to dig up out of you? Why would any of it matter?

He never bothered to divulge anything about himself, and his golden eyes seemed to gleam even further as you hesitated to each question he asked. He loved that you were so unsure, so cautious. You were just so delightful, and Hisoka found himself feeling just a tad deflated once the two of you had reached the final destination. 

Pulling your arm out of his grip was a task, his arm was lean and strong enough to snap it in half, meaning you had to smoothly attempt to get out from his tight hold without signing a death sentence. He doesn’t fight you on it, instead opting to simply allow his own arm to fall to his side and let you go momentarily. 

Before you left him, you halted in your movements and turned to him, rather stiffly and looked to Hisoka. Opening your mouth, you went to breathe out a ‘thank you’ but stopped short of speech. Your eyes met his, defiantly and you conceded to politeness.

“Thank you, um, for taking me here.” He simply gazed at you for a second, and you could have sworn that you saw a glint of something other than hunger. Hisoka closed his eyes and nodded his head. 

“You’re very welcome, my dear. I couldn’t just let you struggle to navigate Yorknew, could I?”, his voice was still teasing, but not without an underlying softness as he spoke. He took out his cards, flicking through and inspecting them as though it were the first time. He took one out, caressed it almost, then handed it to you with two carefully maintained fingernails. 

Without batting an eye, you reached out and took it from him just as carefully. Your eyes flitting to him once again, searching for a threat that he could thrust on you at any moment. You had the playing card nestled between your fingers, scanning it. 

“I would love it if we saw each other again, I did rather enjoy this little adventure of ours!~” Hisoka was almost singing as he watched you take his card, eyes widening in satisfaction and interest. Nodding, you looked behind you at your destination, taking steps to enter the establishment. 

“Thanks again…Hisoka. I’ll…see you around maybe.”

The jester didn’t take his eyes off you even after you entered the place. 

He made sure you could feel his stare as you walked away. Hisoka could only wish he could have seen your reaction when looking at his card. 

[konekochanxhisoka]

No one ever thought that Hisoka's sexy "ii ko da ne" phrase would be replaced by something as vanilla as "I'm just a guy."

[cat3ch1sm]

hii i think this is my first time requesting from you so hopefully I do it right..

can you do sfw headcannons of Hisoka, illumi, and Kurapika with an s/o who has a terrifying nen aura? like stronger and more menacing then theirs? and can you do gender neutral reader? thanks :]

🕷️~ hello!! welcome to my inbox 💚 thanks for your request! if you’re ever wondering what info to put in a request just view the pinned post on my profile! tyy <33

(:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅) gn!reader, sfw

𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐤𝐚, 𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐢, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐬/𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐚

hisoka

hisoka isn’t usually fazed by anyone’s aura because his own is so overpowering. his aura is just so eerie and unsettling that he never needs to pay any mind to anyone else’s because he’s usually the one people stay away from. but when you enter the picture, that all changes. the second you even enter a building every person in there is instantly weighed down by the darkness and menace of your aura, including hisoka, and he can’t help but feel fearful because that is simply the only emotion your aura allows anyone around it to feel. but fear doesn’t affect hisoka like it does other people. rather, he’s intrigued.

hisoka obviously has a thing for people who can kill him, so he likes to be around you just for the twisted euphoria he experiences of being actually genuinely scared. he knows that if you wanted to or he made one wrong move, that you could kill him in a second, and that fills him with an uncanny amount of pleasure. as a matter of fact, he’ll regularly push your boundaries just to feel the rush when your aura spikes. it’s like his favorite thing to do

illumi

okay let me just say you’ve gotta be pretty goddamn scary to overshadow an aura like illumi’s. even when he’s not trying he’s still scary as shit 🙏🏾

illumi isn’t someone who normally feels things like fear, anxiety, anything along those lines. but when he first encounters you, he can’t deny the overpowering sense of dread he’s filled with when he’s even near you. it’s not like he’s legitimately scared of you or anything, but it’s more like trepidation is literally forced into him. like he has no choice but to fear your aura. this is a brand-new thing to him, too- not even the phantom troupe or anyone in his family has such an awful presence. and to be honest, illumi doesn’t like having the tables turned on him- he’s usually the one people run away from and go out of their way to avoid.

i imagine he’d watch you from a distance for a while- either by having needle people go keep tabs on you or by constructing some other nen tactic so he can observe you. the dread that comes with being too close to you and that horrible aura is too much for him to handle for now, especially since like i said it’s a new feeling. i think only after illumi has watched you long enough to discover a weakness that he’s able to exploit would he go and approach you, so if you try and pull something illumi can have a better chance at taking you out.

illumi’s next thought, though, is to make an ally out of you- and what better way to do that than have you literally join his family? that’s what causes him to seek you out in a “romantic” way- his goal is literally immediately just to marry you so you become a zoldyck and can’t turn against him.

i feel like during the relationship illumi might be a bit distant for the reasons i listed earlier. also illumi just isn’t a clingy or affectionate person. with how powerful your nen is and the hostile nature of your aura illumi isn’t inclined to be near you often. basically you both just do your own thing, but illumi does keep tabs on you and still doesn’t let you see other people. not that anybody wants to because you’re scary but still😭

kurapika

realistically, i doubt kurapika would be with anyone whose aura is this horrible. it reminds him way too much of the spiders. and in his mind, nobody with an aura as ghastly as yours can mean anything good for anyone. plus, kurapika has destructive tendencies of his own, so having someone even worse than him around would not benefit him at all. so i think he’d want to stay far away from you, and would be protective of those around him when you’re near.

but because these are headcanons and we are supposed to be delusional, let’s say that kurapika isn’t immediately deterred by your nightmarish aura. his mind goes a similar route to illumi’s, so Kurapika is going to want to get you on his side for sure. he isn’t someone who approaches people that much, so he devises a situation in which you both can be alone so he can try and develop some sort of bond which you can build on.

usually Kurapika would be more protective than not of people he’s in a relationship with, but not with you. he kind of keeps his distance, actually. if you want to do something dangerous or deadly he just steps back and lets you. he doesn’t feel the need to protect you at all, more so like protecting other people from you lmao 😭

these were mid asf but it’s 2 am 💔 i hope u enjoyed <33

[mayxo-hxh]

Todays thoughts. People need to stop sleeping on the fact that illumi is mean girl coded. He's a polite little fella but he also has a huge blunt mean girl side to him the way he was calling hunters that were chasing him losers and then dead hunters "idiots" for the crime of holding a physical map. Like I need more of illumi shit talking npcs so bad. I also think Hisoka is the perfect person to enable that side of him to come out more akshually!! In a highschool/college au, hisoillu would either keep to themselves or be the biggest bullies to exist in school history. no inbetweens.

I need fics of Illumi just shit talking everyone around him with husband. thats it. thats the plot. just pure hisoillu gossip together where they shit talk every breathing person. Weak nen? Shit talked. Bad fashion? Shit talked. How dare you wear crop tops and make them look so ugly like that. How dare you be born weak. They could NEVER!!

[mullermilkshake]

My list of all the darkness in my brain. Yandere/Dark one shots.

Satoru Gojo

You break up with him. (Part 1,2,3)

He's the Phantom.

He uses your cursed energy against you.

Satoru is a one of a kind android.

You can't be shared, Satoru wants you all to himself.

One hard demon. (Part 1,2,3)

Photographer Satoru.

If he can't have you, he'll simply burst. (Canon divergence)

Satoru has a stalker.

He's gaga over you, he'll burn the world down if you let him.

SatoKenSugu

Satoru killed you, but you came back.

He's lust, the others are just as deadly.

Satoru is taking annoyance to the extreme.

Suguru Geto

He's a Doctor.

The average day of an android.

Is it really Suguru?

Suguru has to fight his friend over you.

He's one third of a three way Yandere!group keeping you.

Suguru makes a bad decision.

Nanami Kento

You try to get away form him. (Part 1,2,3)

He stole you away.

Next door neighbour.

He's a curator of a museum (Part 1,2,-)

Kento looks for his soulmate.

He's the sensible one in this dark fourway tie.

Kento gets to know you while Gojo hangs about. You want to kill the white haired asshole.

Toji Fushiguro

A seance gone wrong.

He hunts you in the forest.

Choso Kamo

Prince!Choso. (Part 1,2)

He's a mafia man. (Part 1,2,-)

Oh Sangwoo

He takes your contraception away.

You could have left.

Sangwoo turns your dreams into nightmares.

You trap him.

He makes Yoon Bum join in.

Yoon Bum

Yoon Bum has been stalking you.

He touches you.

He's forced to join.

Hiromi Higuruma

Hiromi only wants to protect you.

He loves his pregnant girlfriend. (Part 1,2,-)

Is he your Hiromi?

Levi Ackerman

His vampire life takes its toll.

He'll do everything to find you.

Levi's name is imprinted in your mind, he'll never leave.

A married man's secrets.

The emergency room is dangerous.

Hisoka

A closet without a skeleton.

He and Illumi are looking for you (Part 1,2,-)

Soichiro Yagami

He's adamant that he'll find Kira.

Your stepdad is crazy.

Furuta Nimura

Sebastian Michaelis

Reiner Braun.

Ainosuke Shindo (Adam)

Ging Freecs

Kiyotaka Ijichi

L (Death note)

Illumi Zoldyck

Masamichi Yaga

Kurapika

Pariston Hill

Mahito

Can't find the specific font, it's called 'messy handwritten' if anyone finds it can you pleas let me know so I can link it? 😭 here is the link the the site.

[killuasskateboard]

HIHI AI !! can i pls req a oneshot abt killua and reader having an enemies to lover trope while during the heavens arena arc. LIKE CAN U IMAGINE THEM COMPETING OVER WHO CAN HAVE MORE DEFEATED COMPETITORS and who is better at nen !!! AND THEN THEY SUDDENLY BOND MORE DURING THE TIME THEY GET TAUGHT UNDER WING EHHE.. JUST A THOUGHT 😁😁

A/n: Hi iceee (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠), thank you sososo much for requesting !! I hope the story is up to your expectations 🫶🫶

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

More than rivals

The 200th floor of Heavens Arena was your battlefield, and Killua Zoldyck was your biggest obstacle.  

From the moment you met him, it had been a competition.  

Who had the most wins, who defeated opponents faster, who was better at dodging attacks—the list went on. And, of course, who could piss the other off more.

“You’re keeping track, right?” Killua asked the second you stepped out of the arena, another victory under your belt.  

You wiped some sweat from your brow. “Obviously. 24 wins now.”  

He smirked. "Still one behind me."  

Your eye twitched. 

But when you both reached the 200th floor, things changed.  

The fighters here were different—stronger, more calculated. There was something in the air, something unseen.

Then came Hisoka.  

“You two are interesting,” he had mused, his eerie smile never fading. “But unfortunately… unrefined.”  

And then came Wing.

# Learning about Nen

"You both have talent," Wing said, arms crossed. "But raw talent alone won’t take you further. If you want to survive here, you need to learn Nen."  

Killua leaned forward, intrigued. "Nen?"  

You frowned. "What's that?"  

Wing only smiled. "Something far beyond your current abilities."  

You hated how Killua’s eyes lit up like this was a game.  

And you hated even more that you felt the exact same way.  

But Nen training? It was brutal.

Controlling aura, maintaining Ren, focusing energy—everything felt unnatural. And the worst part?  

Training with Killua.

Whenever you struggled, he was there.

"Wow, you suck at this," he teased when your aura flickered out.  

Your glare could've burned through a wall. "I don’t see you doing any better!"  

Killua smirked and immediately stabilized his Ren.  

…Smug little—  

"You’re just jealous I’m a natural."  

"Jealous?! Oh, you’re dead."  

And that was the moment Gon had to physically get between you.  

"Guys, calm down!" he laughed nervously, holding up his hands. "We’re supposed to be learning!"  

You and Killua exchanged heated glares but begrudgingly backed off.  

"Fine," you muttered.  

Killua rolled his eyes. "Tch. Whatever."  

But despite the constant arguing, something shifted.

Training together made you better.  

Killua’s raw instincts and speed pushed you forward.  

Your strategy and endurance forced him to slow down and think.  

Somewhere between the competition, the bickering, and Gon constantly playing peacemaker, the rivalry started to feel… different.  

And then, one night—after a particularly exhausting session—you both found yourselves on the rooftop of Heavens Arena, the city lights flickering below.  

The usual bickering had faded into silence.  

For once, Killua wasn’t making some snarky comment. Instead, he glanced at you, looking almost hesitant.

"You, uh…" He scratched his cheek, looking away. "You're not bad."  

You blinked. "What?"  

His expression immediately soured. "Tch. Forget it."  

Oh.  

Oh, this was gold.  

"You were gonna say something nice, weren’t you?" You grinned, leaning closer.  

Killua turned away so fast you thought his neck might snap. "No, I wasn’t!"  

"You sooooo were!"  

"Shut up!" His voice cracked slightly, and you swore you saw a tiny blush dust his cheeks.  

It was silent for a moment.  

Then, he muttered—so quietly you almost missed it—  "You're… actually kinda strong."  

Your heart did a weird flip.  

You smirked. "What was that?"  

Killua groaned, running a hand through his hair. "I said—you’re not weak, okay?!"  

He refused to look at you, but you caught the way his fingers fidgeted.  

And then—  

"I knew it!" Gon suddenly appeared from behind, eyes gleaming with excitement. "Killua does think you're strong!"  

Killua choked on air. "Wha—?! Gon, shut up!"  

You laughed, while Killua looked about two seconds from throwing himself off the roof.  

Maybe he was still annoying. Maybe he still got on your nerves. 

But somewhere between enemies and rivals…

Maybe you had become something more.

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Thank you for reading !

I'm sorry if there are some grammar mistakes or any mistakes in the story.

Have a nice day/night !! Feel free to request ^^

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[princesscallyie]

Unexpected Weakpoint

Finally finished this hisoillu smut fic from November cause once I approach 5k words my brain turns off and I stop writing lol. I had other... explicit doodles that I might clean and post at the end of the fic. That nsfw art has been uploaded as a new chapter!

Haven't written a (non-OC/next gen) fandom fic in like... over a decade? So that was a fun change. My insane favs, so inspiring 😔

[bungeepuppet]

ILLUMI'S × TOYBOX

prince illumi finds a new toy to play with~🧸👑🃏

(+fic wip below!)

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The Kingdom of Padokea wrapped around the northwest coast of the northernmost continent of the Known World. Despite this, the weather of Padokea was temperate, and the late-spring temperatures coaxed out plenty of fresh blooms across the countryside. With such lush landscapes in abundance, Padokea was best known for its quaint villages and the friendly villagers that resided in them.

Hisoka Morow, a young man that was a gladiator by day and a mercenary by night, was resting in his room on the second floor of an inn at the center of one such quaint village. He sat by the window, entertaining himself by shuffling a deck of playing cards as he stared past the cobbled rooftops and beyond the vast forests that surrounded the town.

His eye was trained on the gnarled, black mountain in the distance – the only thing that seemed out of place in this idealistic atmosphere.

Kukuru Mountain was the home of a very curious family. The royals there were not part of any governing force in the Kingdom of Padokea. They had seemingly no interest in any political affairs, and very rarely made appearances at gatherings. Anyone would say that it was unheard of for a royal family to be excluded from invitation lists, or to decline attending balls or galas comprised of nothing but the bluest blood in the world, but the elusive Zoldyck family was an exception.

It wasn’t quite as disrespectful as it sounded. It was not that they were being shunned, exactly, but rather it was that most royals and nobles alike would prefer to keep their connections with that particular family out of the public eye.

The Zoldyck family, after all, was first and foremost, a family of assassins.

Sometime within the last hundred years or so, they were recognized officially as a royal family. No one seemed to know what council decided it, or what the purpose of the decision was, but it didn’t matter. The family was fabled to be so demonically powerful and ruthless, that there wasn’t a soul on Earth who would try to argue the authenticity of the title to them.

The fluttering of cards filled the air as Hisoka smiled and licked the corner of his mouth in anticipation.

His favorite pastime was tracking down powerful fighters, and then killing them. Watching their confidence sap away into immobilizing fear was so delectable, so irresistible, that it was Hisoka’s only driving force in his life. The impending hunt for a good fight whet his appetite, and the castle on Kukuru Mountain promised a variety of meals that would satisfy his cravings, at least for the time being.

Hisoka had done as much research as anyone could about the Zoldyck family, and now all there was left to do was a field study.

(more to come soon!! <33)

[fourthavecafe]

Oml, I love your work, pls pls pls another part of hisoka unfair methods. Need belly button tickles lmao

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You were mid stretch, your body bent over as you reached for your toes. Today was supposed to be a calm day just a little bit of exercise and maybe some banter with Hisoka, who had somehow wormed his way into your workout routine.

Of course, peace and Hisoka rarely existed in the same space.

“You’re surprisingly flexible” Hisoka commented, his voice smooth and teasing.

“You’re surprisingly annoying” you shot back, rolling your eyes without looking at him.

Behind you, Hisoka chuckled. That low, musical laugh of his always carried a hint of danger, like he knew something you didn’t. You didn’t trust it—or him, for that matter but there wasn’t much you could do when he decided to grace you with his presence.

“Aw, don’t be like that” he said and before you could respond, you felt a quick poke against your bellybutton.

“Hey!” You yelped, jerking upright and spinning to glare at him. “Quit doing that! It grosses me out!”

But as you spoke, your words betrayed you. A laugh bubbled up, slipping out before you could stop it.

Hisoka’s golden eyes lit up like a cat that had just found its favorite toy. He stepped closer, looming over you with that unsettling grin plastered across his face. “Oh?” he purred. “Grosses you out, does it?”

You took a step back, holding your hands up defensively. “Yeah, it does! So don’t—hey, are you listening? Don’t do it again!”

But he didn’t seem to hear or care. Instead, he tilted his head, his grin widening. “Interesting. That laugh just now… it sounded more like you enjoyed it than anything else.”

You shook your head quickly, your face growing warm. “I did not enjoy it!”

“Liar” Hisoka sang, closing the distance between you in one swift motion.

“Hisoka, don’t!” you warned but the mischievous glint in his eyes told you it was already too late.

With a flick of his wrist, he grabbed your hands and pinned them above your head. His strength was ridiculous; no matter how much you wriggled or tried to break free, it was like your wrists were glued in place.

“Let go!” you whined, your voice climbing an octave as panic set in.

“Hmm, no” he said simply, straddling your waist with an infuriatingly casual grace. “Not when I’m having this much fun.”

“Fun for you, maybe!” you snapped, squirming under his weight. “This is harassment!”

Hisoka’s grin only widened. “Oh, don’t be so dramatic. Besides…” He leaned down, his face just inches from yours. “Something tells me you’re not entirely against this.”

“Get off of me!” you demanded, your tone more petulant than intimidating.

But Hisoka didn’t budge. Instead, he brought his free hand to your stomach, his fingers hovering just above your bellybutton.

“Don’t you dare” you hissed, glaring up at him.

He chuckled softly, his breath brushing against your cheek. “Oh, I dare.”

And with that, he struck.

The moment his finger poked your bellybutton, you erupted into laughter. It was loud, uncontrollable and completely humiliating.

“HAHA—stop it! Stop!” you gasped, writhing beneath him.

“Why would I stop?” Hisoka asked, his tone mocking. “This is far too entertaining.”

He didn’t just poke this time. His fingers danced around your bellybutton, alternating between light strokes and quick jabs. The sensation was maddening just enough to drive you crazy but not enough to hurt.

“Hisoka, I’m going to kill you!” you shrieked, your laughter making the threat far less convincing.

“Hmm, you don’t sound very threatening right now” he said, his voice laced with amusement. “In fact, you sound rather… helpless.”

You thrashed against him but his grip on your wrists remained firm. He was infuriatingly strong and every movement only seemed to encourage him.

“Please—HAHA—please stop!” you begged, tears of laughter streaming down your face.

“Oh but I’m just getting started” Hisoka said, his fingers never slowing. He focused on your bellybutton now, swirling his finger around it in a way that made you scream with laughter.

“You’re insane!” you yelled, though the words were barely audible through your giggles.

“Perhaps” he admitted with a shrug. “But if that’s the case, what does that make you? After all…” He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “You’re the one who let me pin you down so easily.”

You groaned, trying to twist away from his relentless tickling. “You’re the worst!”

“And yet” he said, poking your bellybutton again for emphasis “here we are.”

Your laughter hit a new pitch and you couldn’t tell if you were about to die from lack of oxygen or sheer embarrassment. Probably both.

“Okay! Okay! You win!” you cried, desperately trying to catch your breath. “Just stop already!”

Hisoka tilted his head, considering your plea. His fingers slowed, then stopped altogether, though he didn’t release your wrists just yet.

“Hmm” he mused, a wicked smile still on his lips. “Begging suits you.”

You glared at him, your chest heaving as you tried to recover. “You’re a psychopath” you said, your voice shaky.

“And you’re adorable when you’re flustered” he countered, finally releasing your hands.

You immediately sat up, scooting away from him as fast as you could. “You’re never allowed near me again” you said, pointing a trembling finger at him.

“Oh, come now” he said, lounging on the floor as if nothing had happened. “You have to admit, that was fun.”

“For you!”

“For both of us” he corrected, his grin widening. “Don’t think I didn’t notice those little smiles between your screams.”

You felt your face heat up again. “I was laughing because I couldn’t help it, not because I liked it!”

“Of course” he said, though his tone made it clear he didn’t believe you.

You huffed, crossing your arms. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re delightful” he said, standing with a flourish. “Shall we do this again sometime?”

“Absolutely not!” you said, standing up as well.

“Hmm, we’ll see” he said, his tone as playful as ever.

As he walked away, you couldn’t help but wonder how you always ended up in these ridiculous situations with him. But one thing was certain: Hisoka wasn’t going to let you forget this anytime soon.

[rebellionmoon]

Illumi shares an inside marital joke with Hisoka who is listening but no doubt judging him for eternity!

(Illumi has a wife, but she's not a chicken (literal or figurative), he just calls her one. But she isn't a fan of chicken, so he devices other nicknames for her including songbird, and birdie.)

Featured in my Illumixoc fic, Where Shadows Touch. Particularly my newest chapter "Crime, Punishment, and Strawberries." This chapter begins the extension of the wedding arc! Give it a read :D

[hellodaydream1111111111111111]

HxH AU where Illumi gets sent to Bible study by his mother because hes dating Hisoka and just ends up messing around with the groups star pupil Chrollo and it’s like one of those 90’s taboo gay romcoms

Edit: Writing that rn will post on tumblr and A03

[whatevermakesyoubreak]

on illumi’s sexuality in my fic (a small rant)

so, i saw a post awhile ago on either here or tiktok about how much someone hated when people ship illumi with a woman (or anyone other than hisoka, aka the man who threatened in canon to sexually assault illumi’s literal younger brother— ‘blah, blah, blah he only did that because—‘ i… don’t care?? killua is… a child??? HE LITERALLY COULD’VE DONE ANYTHING ELSE TO TRIGGER ILLUMI’S BLOODLUST?? LIKE? ITS LITERALLY ILLUMI?? IS GETTING HIM TO RELEASE BLOODLUST LIKE, HARD, OR SOMETHING??? NO!) & i randomly remembered it in the shower today. now, I’m like… ok, preferences are preferences, i get that, but i also remember the sheer vitriol to any illumi x ofc writers in which that post contained, and it genuinely grossed me out. like, i really dk what’s wrong with shipping illumi with my ofc & making him a whole proudly bisexual man?? like no, he’s not, “DL,” or only with lira because he only wants her abilities— no, he’s with her because she can keep up with him & he genuinely thinks she’s fine as hell with giant tiddies!!! and… also because her mimicry ability is lowkey broken…

anyway, back to the point, like, my version of illumi is bi. he likes men and women equally— the determining factor TO HIM is their personality & wits. anyway, this is all in my OWN fic. and idk why anyone would see that as an issue??? or come after anyone else who writes illumixofc?? like… what?? i’m aware that this is very main-character syndrome of me, so maybe i should stfu. but also like, he basically has a whole relationship with hisoka on the side + in the past?? genuinely, did we forget bisexual men exist?? also, i’m aware that he’s fully, “engaged,” to hisoka in canon & i’m not invalidating that?? idk to insist people only ship one ship in particular & to be shitty to people who write anything else is very catholic church. like it’s giving puritan. it’s giving build a pyre to burn the witch. it’s giving gilead. it’s giving mayflower. it’s giving boring. anyway i’m a bi!illumi truther. and also, that man is a slut & you can read more about him being an absolute demon to his lil gf in my fic.

goodbye. 🧍‍♀️