#hisoka love

[mimidiann]

[boy-pussyyy]

ɪɴᴄᴜʙᴜꜱ x ʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀᴠᴏᴜʀɪᴛᴇ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ

your boy has had a strange morning so I wrote this blurb loosely inspired by a dream I had about an incubus

characters: SYLUS, caleb (love and deepspace), viktor (arcane), geto, choso (jjk), chrollo, hisoka (hxh), AIZAWA, dabi, shinsou (bnha)

tw: reader has periods, could be read as transmasc. dubcon, size kink, breeding kink (I'll get to that if I write more)

ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ ᴅɴɪ. ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ, ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅ. ɪ ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴏɴꜱɪʙʟᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴇᴅɪᴀ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴜᴍᴘᴛɪᴏɴ

you've never been one to look a gift horse in the mouth but this is getting ridiculous.

you've been waking up with a strange soreness to your hips and feeling more satisfied and rested than usual, considering you only get a meagre five hours of sleep each night.

once or twice could be brushed off as a coincidence but this is the fifth time this month that you've woken up to this sensation.

the strangest part is that you're nearing the end of your cycle which meant that you'd usually be pent up by now and spending more time with your vibe.

but you haven't had the urge. it's not to say that your libido was low, you were hooking up with someone right before this whole thing.

well... "hooking up" was putting it generously.

the man you had met at the bar was fit and easy on the eyes. he'd promised sweet nothings to you the entire walk back to your place but when he finally had you naked in bed, it was clear he had never pleasured his partners to completion.

you kicked him out after an hour of nothing. honestly, how hard was it to stick to a rhythm? you'd gotten yourself off more times in twenty minutes in the time it took for him to get you to feel something.

you couldn't even be bothered to get yourself off after that, the disappointment of a night wasted weighing into you.

fully expecting to wake up feeling pent up and grouchy, you fall into a deep slumber.

only to wake up the next day feeling satiated and floaty, the way you would after a night of being fucked silly.

memories of a shadowy figure pounding you into the mattress float in your head.

bits and pieces of the mystery man hover in your subconscious. how his hands dwarfed yours, large enough that they easily wrapped around your waist. you've never been that much smaller than you partners so being manhandled like that scratches and itch in your size kink.

the memory of how he stretched you so deliciously and worshiped your body sends a rush of heat straight into your core.

you brush it off as a fluke, the dream already slipping from your mind.

little did you know that it was only the start.

[shalscumbunny]

Perfect plan

Warnings: Obsession, stalking, spying, toxic behaviors, slight mention of masturbation

He is simply dying of love for you. He adores you—everything about you. Every little detail overwhelms him in the most delightful way, and of course, he has made it his mission to make you his, taking all the necessary steps. You don’t know it yet, but someone is literally learning your routine inside and out—from the moment you wake up to the moment you fall asleep—and that is only the beginning. He is completely determined to make the connection immediate, to make you fall for him at first sight. He has been studying you. He knows your favorite books and has read them, he knows your favorite show and has watched it, he knows your favorite singers and songs—he has memorized stories and lyrics. He has studied you so well it’s astonishing. You could ask him for the coordinates of the place where you were born, and he could probably tell you—he is that obsessed with you. His computer is filled with folders containing pictures and videos of you, meticulously categorized by location, body parts, dates, and more. He follows you everywhere. He has memorized your favorite foods and drinks and has forced himself to try them, even if they contain something he dislikes—simply imagining your sweet face when he "casually" confesses that his favorite dessert is the same as yours makes it all worth it. He finds it adorable when you get the feeling that someone is watching you—those nervous, suspicious glances excite him because it means you sense his presence, that you are starting to notice him. He has even planned your first meeting, and he is determined to make it PERFECT—because you are already HIS. You just don’t know it yet.

You were walking down your street, buying bread for breakfast, unaware that your favorite one had mysteriously sold out. You had no idea that he had gone out of his way to buy fifty loaves.

“Damn… it’s gone" You muttered in frustration.

“It’s a really delicious bread” A male voice said behind you. “No wonder it’s sold out”

You turned around politely to see him. You didn’t recognize him at all, and he was pretending just as well that he didn’t know you either. Soon, you noticed his hand holding a bag with three loaves—you figured he had taken the “last ones.”

“Looks like you got lucky” You said with a sigh.

“Do you want them?” He asked in a gentlemanly tone, almost like a savior.

“N-no, I couldn’t ask that of you” You replied, a little nervous.

“I insist” He said, taking your hand and placing the bag in it.

He had to suppress a surge of excitement when his fingers brushed against yours. He simply continued acting like a calm, kind guy, even though he was dying to kiss you right then and there.

“Don’t worry about me. I’ll just grab a white mocha at the café next door” He said casually.

“You like white mochas too?” You asked, a bit surprised but happy to meet someone who shared your tastes. “Since you’re giving me the bread… maybe I could buy you a mocha? What do you think?”

“Yes… that sounds perfect…” he said, his cheeks turning pink. You didn’t take it as a romantic reaction—just the morning cold.

You both walked together. You didn’t notice the intense gaze full of love and obsession fixed on you—you were just happy to have found your bread and, apparently, a new friend.

“I’m Y/n” You introduced yourself.

“That’s a beautiful name” He said casually… acting as if it wasn’t the name he moaned desperately while pleasuring himself.

This was truly just the beginning of a love story—the result of a perfect plan.

HxH: SHALNARK, Hisoka, Illumi, PARISTON

KNY: DOUMA, Akaza, Obanai

BNHA: Hawks

Genshin Impact: Dottore

HSR: Luocha, SUNDAY

LADS: RAFAYEL

[kuralynnart]

Hisoillu and their antics📍🃏

[remixablix]

I’m watching Hunter x Hunter for the first time and wow! Gon has 0.3% self preservation but can take enough direct hits without dying that the people attacking him end up forming a reverse Stockholm syndrome bond (wholesome). You break his arm or hit him in the face and suddenly he’s a brother or son to you. In the end, your resolve is the thing that is broken, and I think that’s beautiful

[mayxo-hxh]

i think these versions of hisoillu should be drawn together a lot more idk

[shent-shent]

It's a love language

[hunterxhell]

multiple people can’t believe that one panel is real so PLEASE take a look at not only the full page, but also the previous page, where hisoka tells us he is actually pretty vanilla and doesn’t want to fuck (kill) chimera ants

[sebfreak]

Hunter x Exam

[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. 

[youwantamcdonaldbeautiful]

more dump

[asimp-posts]

I had these in my gallery a long time ago before I started posting on this blog and forgot to post them and I just saw a post that reminded me of them but I couldn’t find it to do a repost on it.

(This is not my art and I don’t know who the artist is )

Thanks for @hisojuice for mentioning the artist

Credit to @e6as95 on tumblr

[bungeepuppet]

🃏📍 Hisoillu Weekend - Day 3 - Future

THE FUTURE... OF THE ZOLDYCK FAMILY!? 😳😱😱💦

(illumi is sooooo normal about this EXTREMELY normal response 🥰💖)

[hypercaffeinatedquery]

It's done!! JJK x HxH - Lost in Paradise!!

[mayxo-hxh]

Illumi having an ace of clubs when he comes out disguised as Hisoka instead of ace of spades...

Ace of Spades symbolizing power, success, & death aka hiso.. Ace of Clubs symbolizing good fortune, luck, or success and is considered a positive card if you're "stuck in your current situation" aka hiso when he couldnt leave the hideout. illu was his fortune, luck and success...

[tashatoons]

Hiso had no idea what he signed up for when he married Illu. This scene exists in my Catfish universe (on Ao3), where I HC Illu as a metalhead and a talented player of speed mental in his spare time (if there ever is any). The two have just gotten married here, and Illumi is showing Hisoka his bedroom for the very first time. When Hisoka said "show me your bedroom," Illumi took it a bit too literally.

Expect more comics with these two because I had a lot of fun making this!