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[regatoni1]

~Chapter One~

chapter one of twenty-eight

When you arrived at Dolle Harbor, you knew that the bus was not the way to the exam site.

Really, how stupid are these people?

You watched with pity as many people get on the bus.

You looked around, taking in the sights of what could be your competition. You wore a baggy sweatshirt and sweatpants, and always kept your hood up. You weren't stupid, you knew that as a woman attempting to become a Hunter, you'd already have the odds pinned up against you, and as sad as it was, you knew you needed to keep your gender a secret to stay under the radar and to just be another candidate for the exam, and not some girl just trying to run with "the big boys".

As you looked around, you noticed a young trio arguing about which way to go. One was a young boy who couldn't have been older than 13, who was wearing a green sweater with green shorts and matching green boots and wanting to go towards a big cedar tree, and a slightly older blonde boy wearing white undergarments and a blue shawl who decided to follow him, while the oldest of the three was wearing a blue suit with a cyan tie that wanted to take the bus.

You sighed. That's cute.  I think that boy has a lot of potential. Ah well, better make my way to the exam site before nightfall.

You made your way there on your own.

As you walked into the first phase of the exam, a small green bean approached you and handed you a number. 406? Damn, I thought I would at least be in the first 100 to arrive here. As you waited for an examiner to make an appearance, the boy you saw in the harbour walked up to you.

"Hi! My name's Gon. What's yours?"

He seems so sweet! I guess there's no danger in having at least one friend.

"My name's (y/n)," and with that simple statement, Gon's eyes lit up like you just told him the best news in the world, and you couldn't help but smile at his innocence. You could tell that you were going to get along with him just fine.

"Do you want to come meet my friends, (y/n)?" Gon asked with excitement in his eyes.

"Uh... M-maybe later. I think I'm going to walk around and scope out the area," you responded nervously. Having one friend was nice, but you really didn't want too many people knowing that you were a female.

"Ok. See you later (y/n)!" Gon said excitedly as he ran back towards his friends. You chuckled and waved at him.

You started to walk around the place, and saw a commotion happening to your right, so you walked over to see what was happening.

You couldn't believe your eyes. You saw a man kneeling on the ground, screaming out in agony as his arms turned into flower petals that calmly drifted to the ground. You watched, only intrigued by what was happening in front of you.

"My how unusual," you heard a voice say. You wanted to look up, and see who caused this mans arms to disappear, but the sight was too interesting for you to peel your eyes off of. "Seems this poor man's arms have turned into flower petals," the voice said almost playfully. "Now you see them, now you don't." You finally looked up from the crumpled mess on the ground, and what you saw was far more interesting.

You don't really know what you were expecting to see, but a tall man who dressed himself like a magician was definitely not it. He had a mix of deep pink and a nice shade of purple hair, and he was wearing a white crop top with puffy shoulders on top of a pink undershirt. You mentally applauded him for his questionable, but refreshing style.

"You should be more careful," the mysterious stranger continued. "And do apologize if you bump into someone." he finished.

You knew you shouldn't have been so intrigued by him, but you couldn't help it. The danger he showed was enticing to you, and made you highly curious, but also highly cautious. You looked back up to his face and noticed he was staring straight at you with a smirk. You silently cursed yourself for staring, and walked towards a wall so you could rest. As you walked, you felt a strong presence behind you.

[hisokakissmeplz]

Office Fight

i'll come up with a title some other time or maybe I won't

HisokaxReader

Kinda enemies to lovers office au

You worked the late shift at a boring old company in some boring marketing bullshit office that anyone would hate. It was trying and tedious work but the pay was good.

One night as you step into your office after a break, you sit down at your desk chair and sigh. Looking over into the empty office across from your own you notice the door open, which was unusual considering no one really went in there.

Standing up from your desk and walking over to peek through your doorway, hoping to get a peek at whoever was in there. Inside the office was a well dressed man with flaming pinkish hair, highly inappropriate for this line of work really, unpacking his things onto the desk.

Your eyes trace down his well built figure which you can see through his tight suit. You must've been staring and lost your focus when his sultry voice startles you back into reality.

"Take a picture, love."

You jumped at the sudden sound and looked up to his face. He was quite the handsome man, with gold eyes and a wicked smirk.

He leaned against the doorframe of your office, closing your distance with a small gap. You would've sworn he could hear your heartbeat. You stared for a moment before quickly shaking yourself back into reality again.

"I was just..er...you're new."

He nodded and sighed quietly.

"That obvious, huh?"

He chuckled. You could hear the way the sound ran through his chest.

"No, just the box kind of gave you away."

You replied, turning back to your desk and getting back to work.

As the weeks went on your relationship with him quickly deteriorated. Hisoka, he later introduced himself as, would constantly do petty things to piss you off.

Stealing your pens, closing your office window when he knew you liked it open. And working on projects with him really drove you insane. He would wait till the last second to finish everything, almost giving you a heart attack when he'd finally pop out of no where and give you the papers you needed. That was another annoying thing he did, he liked to scare you.

You started to do some of the same things back. Hiding stuff from his office, leaving papers on the floor on purpose. Just small stuff to get under his skin.

Once again the two of you had been assigned another project for the company. Being that neither of you were too fond of each other, you huffed at your boss. You sighed and rolled you eyes and Hisoka scoffed and crossed his arms.

Because of the project, you decided to stay late to work on it. You knew that Hisoka would wait like he always did and then you'd be left with whatever mess he made last second so instead you decided you'd work on it alone.

That was until you heard the clicking of his heeled dress shoes.

You looked up, barely acknowledging him as he came in and continuing to work on the slides you were doing.

"What's wrong sweetheart, don't trust me to handle it?"

His voice full of mockery as he quietly let himself in and shut the door behind him, coming up to lean on the wall and watch you work.

"Actually no, I don't. If you could please leave me alone and let me do this, that'd be great Hisoka."

You said through gritted teeth as you worked.

"Oh don't be like that, we're supposed to work together."

"Not like you'll actually do any of the work."

You scoffed.

He leaned in closer, you could feel his breath next to your ear.

"What's that supposed to mean, brat?"

He whispered in a cruel tone. The sudden closeness brought an uneasy feeling in your spine but also a warm feeling in your core. You couldn't deny, the man was handsome, and God didn't he know it too.

"Come on now, I just know that pretty little mouth is begging to say something back."

He cooed once more in your ear.

You wanted to speak and tried. The sound of his voice and the growing warmth in your stomach only served to weaken your voice and legs.

"Don't you have anything better to do?"

God you wished he couldn't hear the fluster in your shaky voice. He chuckled and the sound sent shivers to your spine.

"Aw, do you really want me to leave already?"

He mocked and his hands came to rest on either side of your chair, bringing him closer still.

Finally you spun your chair around to face him. What you didn't expect was how far he was leaning down. Now your faces were only mere inches apart and all you could do was stare up at him.

"What? Got something to say babydoll?"

He learned in slightly closer.

"Didn't think so."

He closed the gap between you, meeting your lips with his as he kisses you. Softly, his hands came up to hold your face to his and you stayed stunned.

After he pulled away, you sat there, wordlessly. Then you leaned in again to meet his lips.

Hisoka kisses you more passionately this time, one of his hands tangling itself in your hair as he pulled you closer.

"Wanted to do that for a long time."

His eyes were looking straight down into yours as he spoke. Your arms found themselves around his neck as you kissed his lips one more time. He tasted of strawberries and cigarette smoke.

"Why were you such an asshole then?"

You ask, your faces still close enough that your noses almost brushed to with every word.

"It was too much fun,"

He leaned down to kiss you again before speaking against your jaw.

"Do you know how tempting you look when you're mad?"

Hisoka continued to kiss down your neck, sucking and bitting gently purposely leaving marks. Your hands found their way into his hair and he quietly moaned at the feeling of you tugging his hair.

He leaned back up to face you, kissing you softly again. He nips at your bottom lip and you gasp slightly, giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth which he took. His hands come up to wrap around you as he deepens the kiss.

His long nails trace up your sides as you continue to kiss, desire pooling in you.

Hisoka breaks away from the kiss first, his hair Slightly disheveled. He takes you by the hand and helps you up.

"Ready?"

He asks as he picks up your laptop and starts to tug you towards the door.

Sorry this was so short and I really didn't feel like writing smut

[hisokaafanpage]

Omg I've been waiting for this!!

Hello! This is my first time asking someone to write it for me. I usually just enjoyed reading everyone's requests or just searched Hisokaxreader keyword on tumblr, plus english is not my first languange. So, sorry if my choice of words is a bit weird..

Could you do a Hisoka 1999 x Reader x Hisoka 2011 fluff with prompt 18 and 25? If that is too much for you, just with Hisoka 2011 version please!

Thank you💖

yes ofc! i haven’t watched the 1999 HxH, so i’ll do the 2011 version. :) 🫶

[oi-ikodane]

I wish to request a hisoka nsfw where Hisoka sees his ex on a date and he gets jealous. And tries to mess up the date also could u add extra dirty talk on Hisoka's part 👉🏽👈🏽

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No because this was so much fun to write lol, I was at work and I kept thinking about how I wanted to write this. Thank you so much for requesting! Enjoy lovie!

MINORS DNI

TW: toxic relationships, yandere!Hisoka, smut, angst, possessiveness, arguing, fingering, finger sucking, panty stuffing, unprotected sex, creampie, Rough sex, biting, degradation, pain kink, language, oral (m. Receiving), spanking, tell me if I forgot anything Else

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Hisoka wasn’t the type of man to settle down with someone, his wanderlust kept him from staying in one place for very long. There was always a new place to go, a new toy to play with, and a new person to soothe his bloodlust. He first thought of you as his toy, lounging around your apartment even when you weren’t home and scaring the living hell out of you, staying the night and holding your close to him as he raked his sharp nails through your hair, he would press kisses to your forehead as a goodbye. In fewer words, Hisoka had become comfortable being at home with you. He thought it was funny how he considered your small apartment his home, the place his legs would take him to before he even processed where he was.

So he left you, he believed that it was just his foolishness, he was just so bored with life that he began to fool himself into believing that he wanted that life.

So Hisoka showed up to your apartment one last time, a sly smirk on his lips as he stared at you with his bright yellow eyes. He spoke so carelessly, telling you about how worthless you are and how you’ve become an old toy, how he found a new toy that isn’t as bland.

As Hisoka watched as your eyes dimmed with sadness, tears slowly welling up in your eyes as you stared at him in pure disbelief, he felt as if his heart had just been pierced with a stake. But Hisoka wasn’t comfortable with emotion, he knew you were probably thinking that he lied when he discretely told you about his feelings for you, that all his sweet touches were nothing but an act of pity and to get more of what he wanted.

Hisoka didn’t return after he left you alone and with a broken heart. He would often think about home but he would remind himself that it wasn’t home, it was temporary comfort.

No matter what he told himself, he returned back 5 months later, back to your city where he had memorized where your apartment was, your job, your favorite restaurant, and even your friends' homes. He told himself that it was out of pure convenience for him, easier to track you down.

On the third day of him prancing around the city, attempting to follow your schedule, Hisoka couldn’t seem to find you. Until that evening, he caught a glimpse of your familiar silhouette. A smile spread on his lips as he admired you, your hair was down with half of it tied up in a small ponytail and small wisps of hair resting over your face. He watched as you walked calmly, your loud giggle reaching his ears, almost causing him to erupt in a fit of laughter at the sweetness of your laugh. That was until his eyes landed on the man beside you, the man was looking at you very fondly as he continued speaking with a smile on his face. He seemed to be wearing black trousers with a neatly tucked in baby pink button up shirt with a black vest complimenting his pants. Hisoka eyed him like a predator to its prey, his bloodlust emitting from his body as he watched the way your small fingers touched the man’s arm, giving it a tight squeeze.

Hisoka made his way towards you without a second thought, his tall body leaning over as he looked down at you.

“Well hello there Y/N. Seems like you’re quite busy, aren’t you my toy,” Hisoka spoke, placing his hand on the pole you had stopped beside of as he scanned your body slowly, licking his lips at the sight.

Your eyes widen as you stare at him, the memories of his cruel words and him abandoning you repeating in your brain. You looked up at him with cold eyes, a huff leaving your lips as you grabbed the man’s hand and led him the other way. Hisoka frowned as he watched, his eyebrows furrowing as he tried to think about why you wouldn’t take him back, he’s messed up several times before and you forgave him so what’s different now.

The night followed with Hisoka appearing right beside you, he payed for the ice cream you ordered but made your date pay for his own in which you responded by throwing your ice cream at his shoes and ordering another one in which you payed for yourself. While you sat in one of the picnic tables in the park, Hisoka sat beside you and asked the man if he truly knew how to please you, sliding his hand up your thigh as he stared at your blushing face. You cleared your throat and slightly shook your head, reminding yourself about how he used you. Suddenly, you gripped his hand tightly and threw it against his own thigh, standing up as quickly as possible and walking away.

Throughout the night, you felt Hisoka’s gaze on you, making you feel uneasy. The man noticed, his own discomfort seeping out of his being. Hisoka had enough, flicking his hand he attached his bungee gum to your back as he pulled on it, causing you to abruptly stumble back as you made it to him at an incredible speed. Gasping, you felt his strong arm wrap around your waist, your back pressed against his firm chest as he leaned down to press his lips against your neck.

“What do you think you’re doing, pretty girl?” Hisoka purred, chuckling as you struggled to get out of his grip. Eyes wide as you watched the man you had been with walking away as quickly as possible.

Hisoka had taken you home, his hand pressed against your mouth as he took long strides to reach your apartment faster, causing you to walk as fast as you could to keep up with him.

Hisoka dug into your pockets, his long fingers moving around until he felt the cold metal against the tips of his fingers. He opened the door, pressing his hand to your lower back as he gently pushed you in through the doorway, following along as he closed the door behind him.

“Now tell me what that was darling. Why were you out and about with that foolish man.” Hisoka questioned, watching as your chest rose and fell quickly.

“I don’t have to explain shit to you, Hisoka. Let me remind you that you’re the one that left me, so don’t come back here expecting me to stick around you. I’m tired of your bullshit so please get out of my apartment, stop wasting the time I don’t have,” you spoke, glaring at him as you turned around ready to make your way to your room, “you can make your way out.”

Hisoka stared at you in shock before a sinister smile appeared on his lips.

“Now my toy, I don’t know what made you think otherwise but you’re mine, you always will be and there’s no way for you to escape, bunny.” Hisoka spoke, putting emphasis on the word ‘mine’ as he slowly made his way towards you.

Your eyes slightly widened as you heard his footsteps, ready to walk away and lock yourself in the room. Before you could take a full step, you felt a hand on your wrist pulling you back against his hard chest.

“Now, you’re going to be a good girl and show me how much you missed me,” He whispered in your ear, you felt his chest rumble as he chuckled.

Before you knew it, you were on your knees on the floor in front of Hisoka. His pants were pulled down enough for him to pull his cock out, your hands were held behind your back with his bungee gum, and his hand was placed on the top of your head, his fingers threaded through your hair. All that could be heard was your gags as the head of his cock hit the back of your throat, emitting loud moans and groans from Hisoka.

His hips were slightly angled as he thrusted into your mouth, his eyes only leaving your form when his head fell back from the pleasure. He smiled everytime he saw your eyes welling up with tears, spit all over your chin and your hair disheveled from him fingers.

Hisoka pulled his cock out of your mouth with a hum, chuckling as he heard you gasp for air.

“As good as your mouth feels, I need a little more from you. I need to teach you a little lesson since you’ve decided to be a brat. Need to remind you that you’re mine,” he spoke with a teasing voice, smiling as you looked up at him with half lidded eyes.

Hisoka had ordered you to get on the couch, barely giving you time to adjust as he placed his hand on the back of your head and pushed you down with sudden force. You let out a shriek as you felt your cheek pressed against the couch cushion, his other hand moving your hips until you were placed with your ass up in doggystyle.

You heard Hisoka let out a small moan, feeling his hands cup your ass as he gently squeezed, digging his nails into the flesh. You felt a hard slap, letting out a whimper as he continued to place a slap on each cheek.

You felt his movements half, causing you to open an eye as you tried to peak back at him only to feel his warm tongue on your right ass cheek before he dug his teeth in the skin, using his hand to grip the other.

“Were you planning on bringing him here? Doing the things you do only for me? I bet you were, probably desperate to get your pussy fucked like a little whore. I hope this reminds you that no one can make you feel like I do, no one knows your body like I do,” Hisoka muttered against your skin, his hand sliding down the back of your thigh teasingly. You felt a sharp slap on your inner thigh, making you cry out from the pain and pleasure that it gave you. The burning sensation making your pussy throb.

You felt Hisoka’s fingers on your pussy lips, moaning at the feeling of him spreading them as he brought his middle finger down to rub against the entrance of your pussy, collecting the wetness as he dragged his finger up to your clit. Swirling the pad of his finger over the sensitive bud, you let out small mewls of pleasure. Without a warning Hisoka thrusted two fingers into your pussy causing you to gasp loudly. He leaned his upper oft forward, pressing his lips ok the nape of your neck as he thrusts his fingers in at a steady rhythm.

“Always such a good girl for me, darling. Seems like your pretty pussy is always ready for me, ready to take whatever it is I have to take offer.” He mumbled between kisses, trailing his lips to shoulder as he curled his fingers inside of you. He let out a low moan as he felt your pussy squeezing around his fingers, abruptly pulling them out as he straightened his back again.

Hisoka brought his hand to the back of your head, pushing your head back down as he watched you lift it up. He dragged a nail down your spine until he reached your ass, giving your right cheek a light smack before firmly grasping the flesh. You felt the movement from his other hand, unconsciously spreading your thighs wider as he gripped the base of his cock.

You heard a low growl leave his throat, feeling the tip of his cock rubbing between your folds and bump against your clit. You let out small moans, grinding your helps in need of more friction, pressing your ass closer to his hips. You felt his hand grip onto your hips, placing his hand on the cushion beside your head as he leaned forward.

“Now don’t be desperate, you don’t deserve the attention I’ve been giving you. You’re just lucky I can’t get enough of you.” Hisoka gently sunk his teeth into your shoulders, bright eyes stuck on your face.

You felt him slightly pull away, your eyes following his every move. His grip on your hips didn’t leave as you watched his predatory eyes looking at your pussy. You felt his tip tease the entrance, tongue slightly peaking out of his pink lips as he pushed his his hips forward, burying himself in your wet pussy, moaning at the feeling of your walls sucked him in. He pushed his hips further, his grip tightening more as he bottomed out inside of you. He kept a steady pace as he began to thrust, his head slightly lulling back at the erotic sounds coming from your pussy. Your loud moans were caught off by gasps, your eyes slightly shutting at the immense pleasure.

Before you knew it, Hisoka picked up his pace as his hips collided with your ass causing it to bounce as he drags his hands down to spank your ass, seeing the red marks of his handprint being left behind. Your eyes rolled back, feeling his pace slow down slightly but the force of his thrust increasing as he let out a guttural moan at the feeling of your pussy squeezing around his shaft.

Suddenly, Hisoka slowed his thrusts to almost nothing. You felt a hand gripping your hair, wrapping the strands around his hand as he harshly pulled on it causing you to bring your upper body up. Loosening up his grip, he brought you close enough to press your back against his chest. He let go of your hair, moving it to your shoulder opposite from him. He began pressing kisses to the side of your neck, occasionally allowing his tongue to poke out and lick the soft skin. You felt one of his hands moving to grip at your tits, his fingers twisting and pinching your sensitive nipples as his other hand moved to your clit. Hisoka began thrusting his hips again, his thrusts becoming faster as he rubbed your clit with his middle finger. He let go of your nipple, dragging his hand up as he placed his fingers to support your jaw, chuckling at your face full of pleasure. He thought you looked absolutely beautiful, eyebrows furrowed and lips slightly parted as sinful moans left your throat. Your moans were his favorite sounds, he has been with several toys before but you were the sweetest of them all, his favorite. Before you knew it, you felt your orgasm taking over you. Your pussy squeezed around his cock, pulsating as you let out a loud moan. Your eyes rolled back and you gripped tightly on his arm, your nails digging into the skin causing him to let out a moan. You felt your thighs shake, causing him to slide his hand from your clit to your thigh as he kneaded the skin with his fingers, continuing his movement.

As you felt your second orgasm wash over you, you felt his grip on your tighten as a pretty moan left his lips. You felt as his head leaned back, causing you to reach back to place your hand on the back of his head. You felt ad he pushed his hips up, trying to reach as deep as he could as he let go. Thick, white ropes of cum painted your pink walls, making you feel full of him.

After a few minutes of Hisoka staying still inside of you, allowing the both of you to catch your breath, he pulled out. Laying back, you let out a sigh as you waited for Hisoka to clean up and bring a small rag with him. You felt Hisoka shuffle around, seeing as he grabbed you discarded panties and sat in front you, rag no where to be seen. You saw as he slightly bundled up your panties with one hand as he collected the cum seeping out of your pussy with his pointer finger as he pushed his finger inside your pussy yet again. He quickly took out his finger and gripped the panties in his hand, gently sliding them in, allowing most of it to hang out of your cunt.

“Just a reminder that you’re mine sweetheart, and you’re not getting rid of me.”

[oi-loverboy]

PROMPTS

Hi lovelies! I found these random prompts on Pinterest. I will be writing for any character of AOT and HxH as long as they’re not minors. You can pick as many prompts as you want and if you want it to be a detailed story then please say so and share your ideas. Please also say if you want it to be angst, fluff, smut, or a combination. Have fun darlings!

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“Somehow who don’t even have to open your mouth to make my head hurt”

“Stop waking me up in the middle of the night”

“Any shorter and you’d probably fade out of existence”

“I fixed you breakfast. I know it’s just a bowl of cereal, but it’s the only thing I can’t burn”

“You just give off the impression that you want to murder everyone you look at.”

“Your hair is really soft after you wash it”

“Sh. Stop fussing. I’m just braiding your hair.”

“Would it be alright if I borrowed your sweater? It smells like you.”

“If you steal the blankets, I am going to put my cold feet on you”

“You are my new pillow.”

“Care to give me a back scratch?”

“I’ll be here to protect you”

“How about something warm? It will help you sleep”

“It’s ok, I couldn’t sleep anyways”

“Don’t be silly, I want to stay up with you”

“Shush and go back to bed”

“Your bed head is really cute”

“You’re jealous, aren’t you?” “I’m not jealous”

“I can’t believe you dragged me into this”

“I vote today be pajama day”

“I saw that, you just checked me out”

“Please be quiet, I can’t even hear myself losing the will you live”

“I would call you an imbecile but that’d be cruel as you wouldn’t be able to spell it”

“You interrupt my reading once more and this book will become a lethal weapon”

“If being clumsy was a currency, you’d be a bloody billionaire”

“Kiss me you twat”

“Your heart is as cold as my room, and I can’t feel my toes in that room, so it’s bloody cold”

“You’re a monster” “better a monster than an arrogant god”

“I must have been a horrible person in my past life”

“Oh god. That’s your ‘I did something bad’ face”

“Let me guess, you caused it.”

“No, YOU have a problem. I have an idiot who keeps getting into one.”

“Gimme a second, I’m not drunk enough to listen to this yet”

“Would shooting you solve the problem? No? Then get out”

“What an idiot…Oh, hey! That’s my idiot”

“I know I’ve kissed you like, ten times, but just like another ten, please?”

“Are you wearing my shirt?”

“If you wanted a sign you should have said so, and I would have punched you in the face”

“You aren’t a drama queen, you are a bloody drama emperor”

“You are the most idiotic but adorable human in this planet”

“What do you think you’re doing?” “Saving the world, what are you doing?”

“Did any of these assholes mess with you?” “No. You’ve marked your territory so hard they’re scared to even say ‘hello’”

“How have you not killed him yet?” “He pays me not to. Weekly”

“You’re nothing but a burden”

“No wonder they left, who could love you?”

“Just stay inside, it’s better for everyone!”

“Well this just scrambles my eggs”

“Look, I’m not the brightest took in the…toolbox”

“This is my life now. I have climbed this hill and now I will die upon it.” “Shut up. We’ve only been hiking for 20 minutes.”

“I don’t even hate you. That would imply I cared”

“I knew there was a reason I fucking married you”

“It’s too cold! Come back!”

“C’mere, you can sit in my lap until I’m done working”

“I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me attention.”

“Excuse me for freaking out, I only thought you were dead”

“You’re gonna have to limp faster than that”

“You wouldn’t be in this bad of a shape if only you knew when to quit”

“No, no, no you can’t close your eyes right now”

“You promised me you wouldn’t be reckless, you promised me”

“You whine about scratches but you don’t let out a peep when you’ve got a gaping wound! What’s wrong with you?”

[write-like-you-mean-it]

Ex’s and Oh’s (Hisoka x Reader)

Happy (extremely late) Valentine’s Day! Hope you enjoy this Hisoka fic. I’ve been trying more second person. Also this is filthy.  Please like and reblog if you did enjoy it. Submitted by @my-child-gaara​

When you decided to go out with your friends, you weren’t expecting to find your ex sitting at the bar. The crowd did nothing when both of you two laid eyes on each other. Between the bumping bass and obnoxious drunk people, it was obvious that both of you had a distinct hatred for each other. 

“Should we go?” asked one of your friends. She must’ve noticed the flickering in your eyes or the face that his own eyes had yet to leave your frame. 

“No,” you sigh while stirring the liquid courage in your hands. “He’ll leave soon enough.” You tip the drink to your mouth. The burning sensation hit the back of your throat and made you scrunch your face. “He’s only doing this to annoy me.”

Your friend scoffed. “He’s doing a great job.” Your grip released a bit from the glass in your hand. You hadn’t realized the death grip you’d held onto your cup. 

“Darling I’d love if you’d squeeze me the way,” said the sultry voice behind you. Instinctively, you turn to be face-to-face with the man who unintentionally, or intentionally, had ruined your dating relationship for the near future. 

Smells of sweets, strong whiskey, and cheap cologne perforate your senses. “Hisoka.” His name felt like a hangover and candy. “I thought I got a restraining order on you.”

“I’d like someone to try and stop me.” With the flick of his wrists, cards appeared between his two fingers. “Now, how about we go and talk, hm~”

You knew you’d regret following him but it was going to happen whether you enjoyed the ride or not. You handed off your drink to your friend even though she begged for you to stay. “I promise I’ll be safe. I can handle myself.”

Hisoka brought you to a secluded part of the club. He must’ve been serious about talking because normally he loves to show off the fact that he was getting attention by anyone that would watch. Voyeuristic bastard. 

“Hisoka, I told you I was done with you,” you say; however, you’re a little too busy being consumed by his height and distinct lack of being drunk even when he was here a long time before you. 

He hummed while placing a single finger under your chin. “You say that except you told me to come here.”

“When did I tell you that?” you ask. He holds out his phone to see message after message of drunk texts sent two weeks ago. All of them were pleads to cum and the lack of men that could make your toes curl and leave you a whiney mess more than him. You sigh while turning attention to the wall in hopes of your ex not noticing you shift positions. 

He used the finger to turn your head back to look at him. “Do you want to cum, darling? If you wanted to, all you had to do is ask.”

“I can get off without you,” you retort. “I don’t need-” Your voice trails off as you notice Hisoka using his other hand to stroke his cock through the tight pants he always wore. The outline was extremely visible to anyone in close proximity. A single drop of drool escaped the side of your lips. You wiped your hand across your face. “Fine. Just be fast.”

Hisoka leaned in to nibble on your earlobe. “I’ll take as long as I want. You’ll still be begging at the end of the night.” His words sent shivers up your spine. Before you knew it, you were pulled into the bathroom and pushed into the stall. 

Your hands hit the back of the tile wall as your ex reached to rip off the thin fabric of your underwear. Your dress was hiked up around your waist which left you with a cold shiver. Pleasantries were not ones with him. It was straight to the point and full of lusty aggravation. 

A finger dipped in between your folds only to come up wet and aching. “Seems like someone is excited.” His taunting tone made you groan; yet, he stuck the finger in his mouth for taste. “As sweet as always.” 

Before you could respond, Hisoka held your hands up to lock them above your head. You were now at his mercy. You’d become extremely familiar with bungee gum used in the bedroom. You can look but never touch. 

You pulled at your restraints knowing it won’t help. Hisoka runs a few fingers up and down your cunt with little regard for the aching bundle of nerves. His touch left you a mumbling mess in hopes that would appease his ego enough to let him fuck you. 

“Needy little bitch,” he whispers. Hisoka releases his cock from his pants. It was red and aching from the lack of attention. ‘Is this what you want? You want this etched into you. The only cock that can please you.” He strokes his own cock as you do his ego. Each desperate plea for him to rearrange your guts was met with more dirty talk. 

The tip replaced his fingers trail up and down your slit. So close but not enough friction to keep you from clenching around nothing. “P-please,” you pleaded while your head leaned against his broad shoulders. 

Without warning, Hisoka shoved every inch into your aching hole. A mix of your curses and his grunts filled the small bathroom. He filled you to the brim. You both new that no man has filled you as much as your ex. 

“Move,” you grunt through gritted teeth. Hisoka, gladly, accepted orders this time. His hips thrusted quickly while setting a harsh and angry pace. 

“Normally I don’t listen to greedy bitches but you feel too good.” Each thrust left you breathless and aching for more. You desperately tried to release yours as the pace continued. Hisoka finally found your clit as he rubbed small circles. 

He caused drool to escape from your lips once again. The quick pace along with him touching you in the best way possible made the familiar build up happen much faster than your shower head had. You wriggle against his touch before falling over with his name. 

The lewd sounds of slapping skin didn’t disappear though. Hisoka worked you through your orgasm while trying for his own. 

Hisoka grunted once more and spilled deep within you. Coating every inch of your walls with his sticky cum. The action causing you to shiver once again. Finally, his pace started to slow. You both breathe hard against the sweaty clothing. 

“Fuck, Hisoka,” you say. “I was right to text you.”

Your ex smirked while pulling out of you and shoving his dick back in his pants. “You were always a good lay. Make sure to call me anytime you actually want to have a genuine orgasm.” His voice was sultry which left you a breathless mess against the disgusting sweat covered stall. Hisoka didn’t release your arms until he disappeared in the crowd of people. 

Once your wrists were free, you made sure to save his number as a speed dial for a good dick appointment.

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Chapter 7

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Hisoka lowered his head down again, licking a small stripe up your neck. You let out a shaky breath, tilting your head to the side. ‘I can’t keep this act up,’ you thought. “You like that, darling?~” Hisoka mumbled, gently biting down on your neck. Your thighs squeezed together as you slowly nodded. ‘How does he know what turns me on?’ you thought. 

He chuckled and started pressing hot kisses to your neck, your legs starting to tremble. “So sensitive~” Hisoka commented. 

“Shut up,” you grumbled, but you knew he was right. He kept your hands pinned above your head with one hand, his free hand following the curve of your side. He slid his knee between your thighs, prying them open. You looked at him with wide eyes, not knowing what he was planning on doing to you since you were entirely at his mercy. He removed his hand from your wrists, but your hands still stayed bound together although you couldn’t see any kind of restraint.

Sensing your confusion, Hisoka chuckled. “It’s my nen ability, darling~” 

“W-what are you going to do to me?” You tried to pull your hands apart, but the invisible restraint only seemed to tighten.

He cupped your breast with one hand while the other circled around your clit, making you tremble in anticipation. “I want to hear you beg for me to make you come~” he whispered in your ear, biting the shell of your ear. You gulped. ‘There’s absolutely no way I’m going to beg,’ you thought. Hisoka gently and slowly rubbed your clit, his other hand squeezing your nipple.

“Ah!” You gasped, your face flushing red from embarrassment. You wished your hands were free so you could hide your face from him because you really did like what he was doing. 

“Good girl~” he purred in your ear, making you whimper. 

You felt his middle finger start to wander away from your clit, his index finger still massassing it. “W-what are you doing?” You breathed out, looking down at his hand. He winked at you before slipping his finger inside of you. “Oh, shit,” you groaned, tensing up due to the overwhelming amount of pleasure you were receiving.

“You’re so wet, darling~” Hisoka whispered, lowering himself down so he could flick his tongue over your nipple. You let out a small yelp, his finger curling and brushing up against your sweet spot.

“Ah, fuck, Hisoka,” you moaned, pulling hard against the invisible restraints. You were completely coming apart from his touch, and you needed him to touch you more. He let out a low chuckle, continuing to swirl his tongue over your nipple as he slid another finger inside of you. “Oh god!” You threw your head back. Your entire body was trembling from just a few of his fingers. Suddenly, Hisoka pulled away, and you immediately felt incredibly empty as well as frustrated because he was getting you close to orgasming. “Hisoka, what the fuck?” You groaned, narrowing your eyes at him.

“Didn’t I say I wanted you to beg?~” He reminded you. 

“I’m not going to beg,” you told him, looking him dead in the eyes.

“Is that a challenge?~” He asked and leaned down, his lips pressing against your ear. “Because you will lose~” There was something about his voice that sent shivers down your spine. Part of you already wanted to cave in and let him have his way with you, but you were too prideful to lose that easily.

“Do your worst,” you challenged him with a smirk. He suddenly picked you up, moving you over to where the waterfall was. He pressed you up against the stone wall, which was a lot smoother and less rough on your back than the rock had been.

“I didn’t want you getting all roughed up because I wouldn’t be the one doing it~” He explained, prying your legs open. 

“Oh, how thoughtful,” you sneered, trying to cover up how much you actually wanted him to get rough with you. He was able to bring out sides of you that you didn’t even know existed beforehand.

“Now~” he got down onto his knees, the water coming up to his chest, “Put your legs on my shoulders. Don’t worry about accidentally falling. My nen ability contains the properties of both rubber and gum, so I attached your wrists to the wall to ensure your safety~” he explained, looking up at you.

You suddenly realized what he was going to do to you. “I will hurt you if I fall,” you warned him, putting one leg over his shoulder.

“I’d love nothing more~” he grabbed your other leg and helped you put it over his other shoulder. He slowly licked around your lips, teasing you by occasionally letting his tongue dip inside of you.

“Shit,” you grunted, biting down on your lip. He flicked his tongue over your clit before sucking on it. “Fuck, not there!” You whimpered, squeezing your eyes shut. Your whole body started shaking from the waves of pleasure coursing through you. You suddenly felt two fingers slip inside of you as his tongue abused your clit. ‘I’m not going to last long at all, and he only just started. Is he really this good, or am I just overly sensitive?’ you thought.

His fingers explored every crevice they could. “My, you’re so wet~” he pulled away and licked his fingers. “And tasty too~” You were breathing incredibly hard, and you wanted him to keep going so you could finally have some release. He suddenly buried his face in you, his tongue plunging deep inside.

“Ah!” You moaned as you unconsciously tried to squeeze your thighs together, but then you remembered Hisoka was down there. “Oh, shit sorry,” you quickly apologized.

He pulled back and smirked at you. “No need to apologize. I quite enjoyed that, especially because you couldn’t help yourself.” He kissed your inner thigh and bit down, leaving a small hickey before continuing where he left off. You were breathing incredibly hard, and you were already nearing your climax. ‘God, this man is going to actually make me come.’ Sensing how close you were, Hisoka immediately pulled away.

“Oh my god,” you groaned loudly, wiggling around. “Just let me finish!”

“Beg for it~” he said and flicked his tongue over your clit once just to tease you and remind you what kind of position you were in. He wasn’t going to let you come without begging.

“Fine,” you huffed and looked away so you didn’t have to see the satisfaction of him getting you to do what he wanted. “Please, Hisoka. Please make me come,” you begged half-heartedly.

“Look at me, and this time, actually mean it~” he told you, kissing your inner thighs as he looked up at you.

When you looked down at him and met his golden eyes, you couldn’t help but blush. ‘I knew he was hot before, but goddamn, he’s outright sexy right now,’ you thought. Hisoka’s hair was all messy, and his lips were a bit swollen from sucking on your clit. You definitely wanted to see him in between your legs again. “Please, Hisoka. I need you to make me come. I desperately need to come,” you begged, making puppy-dog eyes for extra emphasis.

He smirked and happily continued where he left off before, his tongue exploring every single spot inside of you. ‘I’m going to come,’ you thought to yourself, and as soon as he brushed up against your clit, you came with a loud moan as electricity shot through your entire body. Hisoka licked up a lot of what had come out, pulling back so he could look at you. “You were such a good girl, darling~” he praised you, pressing soft kisses to your thighs. “This won’t be the last time I make you come~”

“I sure hope not,” you immediately said. There was no way you were going to give up on having another intense orgasm like that.

(Hey guys! I’m so sorry for the long awaited update. My semester is coming to an end, so I’m having to write lots of long papers. I really hope you enjoyed this chapter, and shout out to my best friend for reading this beforehand to make sure it made sense. My Instagram is the best way to check for updates! It’s @life_isrotten ~Jordan)

[yandereskiss]

happiness - hisoka x reader

warnings: slight nsfw, toxic relationship, mentions of death

You sat on the abandoned, dirty parking lot, smoking the remainings of your cheap-brand cigarette, as you gazed at the sunset. Besides you there was a guy, probably- no definitely drunk, around his 30s, pissing besides a seemingly worn- out tree, his head throw back while his mouth hang half- open with some drool falling down his unshaved chin. There were also two cats scratching on trash bags, not too far away your little home, desperately trying to find something edible to eat out of the trash. The smell of piss, alcohol mixed with blood would be overwhelming for most people, but you were used to it by now.

You’ve been living in this shitty, overbearing neighbourhood for over a year now. After your psycho ex boyfriend suceeded in killing your very own mother, you packed your stuff and started a new life in an isolated city, with little to no citizens. Most of the people living around here were either extremely poor individuals, runaways or typical criminals. Despite the shitty situation you got yourself stuck in, you actually started to make a friend here, a goth chick named Magda. She was a drug dealer that got you into the business, assisting you in making a living. She was beautiful, her long, pitch black hair always falling beautifully onto her wide, broad shoulders, defining her gorgeous slender, long neck, her mesmerizing emerald green eyes staring deep into your soul everytime she spoke to you. She usually wore this glossy black lipstick, which she always let you borrow, she had her septum and nipples pierced, as well as her lower private area. That’s the girl you had fallen in love with the past couple of months. You weren’t sure if whether or not she felt the same way, and you’d never really find out. Because she ghosted you. Well, that's one theory. She only left a text that she was going away on a business trip for a month or so and then stopped replying at all. She never answered any calls or messages and everytime you knocked on her door, it looked like no one lived there anymore, besides her stuff still being there. No one seemed to have seen her around recently either. It has been two months and still no news from her. 

You finished your cigarette, dropping it on the ground before stepping on it and headed back inside. Truth is, ever since you moved here you haven’t really been able to properly take care of yourself. That’s where Magda came in. She always made sure you ate, showered and drank enough water. She helped you clean around the house and even cooked you proper food when your depression was getting worse. Now that she was gone, you haven’t touched any homecooked meals, barely surviving out of takeout and instant ramen- that is if you remembered that you needed to eat in order to survive. You haven’t taken a shower in more than a week, making your hair greasy and oily as well as your whole body reek. Never in your life had you pictured yourself to end up this way. 

A few years ago you had big aspirations, planning on continuing your career as a professional hunter, being recognized by the zodiacs and even becoming the chairman one day, regardless of how far and childish that dream sounded. You possessed great talent, your nen was practically stronger than average people, you controlled a unique power and you were greatly respected by the hunter association. It all changed till you met him. At first you thought that he was simply a little weird, but you only brushed him off as an annoying asshole with an odd fighting kink. He always kept mentioning your potential whenever he was around you, sometimes he even got flirty , but lucky for you he never actually made a move to attack you. You could tell he was way stronger and that made you want to keep training more in order to reach his level. You kept running into him to the point where conversation was inevitable. You became close friends, hang out in the top of apartment buildings and smoked together, laid on the couch and listened to that weird mac donalds song he was so obsessed with while talking about whatever, you didn’t even realise when you fell in love with him. 

He was the first one to make the first move, pinning you against the wall one day, whispering in your ear how he couldn’t hold back anymore. Before you could protest, he pressed his lips against yours, his hand finding the way around your waist. His kiss was hypnotic and passionate and you soon found yourself kissing back. You could feel him smirk against your lips as he explored the inside of your mouth. He only left you a few seconds of space to breathe, before he shoved his tongue inside your mouth again. Without much effort he lifted you up and as a reflex you wrapped your legs around his torso for balance, not a minute after realise it was dangerously close to his croch. He let out a soft groan, and deepened the kiss, leaving you little to no air to breathe. Just as you were ready for more, he pulled away completely.

“From this day on forward, you’re mine~”, he licked his lips seductively, “Make sure to remember that, we wouldn’t want anyone to get hurt because of that would we?”

If what he said wasn’t enough of a red flag already, the next months to follow he were far from worse. He was posessive, pushy and overall too much to handle throughout the whole relationship, sometimes he even showed signs of possesiveness. When you started living together, which didn’t take too long to happen, he’d sometimes come home with weird blood stains all over him and you thought he was hurt most of the time- till you realised it wasn’t his blood. You kept making excuses for him, after all he did have a hunters licence, so it was only natural if a fight got a bit out of hand. Other than that, he was the perfect boyfriend. He was sweet when he wanted to be, always healed your wounds when you happened to get hurt, was fun to be around and good in bed.

You never thought Hisoka was a murderer till you walked in on him sliting your mother’s throat with one of his cards. 

It took you around a month to oficially end things with him, since you were scared out of your mind. Your relationship with him after the incident was never the same. Whenever he touched you, you flinched, you rarely wanted to sleep with him, and when you guys did have sex, it was only in order for him to not suspect anything. You avoided him at all costs, and his jokes didn’t seem as funny anymore. His creepy and possesive behaviour started getting more obvious and he even started stalking you. You didn’t know why Hisoka decided to kill the only close person in your life besides him. You thought it was because of how your mother didn’t aprove your relationship with him, or how she’d emotionally abuse you as a child. Or maybe it was because he wanted you to himself. Whatever the reason was, you knew you couldn’t stay with him anymore. That man was far more dangerous than you thought.

So when Hisoka had to leave for a while for a “business trip”, you took it as an oportunity to ran away. You knew Hisoka would fuck the whole world up in order to find you, so you invested all your savings to move away to the most possibly far away destination you could afford. You deleted all of your accounts, made sure to move from place to place in order for him to not find you, and never contacted the hunter association again. That’s when your career started going downhill. You couldn’t get a stable job anywhere, in order for no information to be recorded, so you survived off shoplifting. When your savings were almost gone, it had been quite some time, so you decided it was safe enough to start a new life somewhere. You chose an abandoned city, since you thought that way it would be harder for Hisoka to find you.

You opened the fridge, only a few monster energy drinks sitting there, along with some leftover chicken nuggets and most like dry fries. You took the chicken nuggets and an ultra red flavor of monster out of the fridge and placed the chicken nuggets inside your microwave. You pressed the button and waited for the food to be ready. Just as you were about to open the microwave, the doorbell rang. 

You usually didn’t have many visitors, so it was very rare for anyone to stop by. You cautiously looked through the eyehole of the door to check who it was. You let out a sigh of relief when you realized it was just the mailman. 

The mailman was an old man, around his late fifties, who was on parole. He was always grumpy for some reason, but he was a good, honest man. He had a son around your age who studied to become a laywer in york new city. The neighbourhood respected him greatly, and the children around here called him “gramps”. 

“What’s up, old man?”, you greeted him. “How come you decided to pay me a visit? I don’t remember ordering anything?” 

“How many times have I told you to not call me that?”, Marlow scoffed, taking the cigarette out of his mouth, “Anyway, I came here to deliver a package. A weird man asked me to deliver this to you. He said it was important or something. I’m just going to leave this here.”

“You sure you don’t wanna come inside, Marlow? I can treat you something to drink if you’d like. I also have some edibles.”

“Nah, im good. Your edibles ain’t shit. Also, all you have to drink at your home are energy drinks and water, so i’ll pass.”, the old man scratched his beard. 

“Geez, no need to insult my babies. I put great effort in these, ya know?”, you stepped outside to take the package out of his hands, the package being a little to light for comfort, “Have a nice day, old man”

“I told you not to- You know what, whatever.”, he sighed in defeat, “I’m just going to go. Later” 

You watched the man walk away, slowly becoming a dot into the distance before disappearing. You shook the box and put your ear against it. Something small, even tiny was in there. The package had pink duck tape with little hearts all over and childish star drawings on the side of it. You struggled to open it, but when you did manage to take a peek inside, you wish you didn’t. A middle, human finger was standing in the middle of the box- blood splattered all over the each wall. 

You gasped, immediately dropping the box out of your hands, due to the immense shock. Your hands were shaking and your head was spinning. You kept chanting inside your head that this was some kind of stupid prank and that the finger was not real. Despite your inner conflict, curiosity got the better of you and with your hands still quivering, you decided to take the finger into your palm, to examine it. You recognized that finger somewhere. The finger was pale, viens popping out of it with a long, black cracked acrylic nail attached to it. There was a note tapped to the back of it, with blood smudged all over it. 

Your hands were moving on their own as you opened the note. You recognized the handwriting. It belonged to Hisoka. Of course it did. Who else would it be? The finger for sure belonged to Magda, no question about it. You were sure that son of a bitch had either killed or tortured her. Or both. If he knew how you were in love with her, he had surely killed her in the most horrendous way you could or couldn't even think of. 

After all, your dear Hisoka would never let you feel happiness if it didn’t include him in it.

[thelovelyghostwriter]

Fanfic Note (Hisoka/Reader fic) by @cautionworksstuff Word Cloud:

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Girl, you mentioned Gon 168 times and Hisoka only 132 times.

[cawy-x]

Trap | Hisokaxreader

You were huffing and puffing, trying to catch the air that you were painfully missing. You were running with a limp, trying to focus on something else than the unbearable pain all over your body. You crouched down behind a rock, biting your lips in agony, you carefully touched your stomach, you probably had some broken ribs. You wiped your sweaty and bloody forehead; you didn’t have time to relax. All your muscles were tensed, ready to leap. You heard a rustling sound in front of you, you immediately stood up, on guard. Your heart was beating fast, too fast. A silhouette appeared, slowly making his way toward you, with a smile on his face.

"Hey there little kitty ~ ♥"

You shook with fear. Your mouth became dry as you looked around, you were trapped. You breathed in, trying to remain calm. You stumbled forward.

"Hisoka, let me go."  You pleaded.

His amber eyes were peering at you. His crooked smile increased as he licked his lips. You felt like a prey trapped by his predator.

"That won’t do, you’re not broken yet ~" He cooed.

A cold shiver ran down your spine. You stepped back; you weren’t ready to die. You desperately thought for a way out, but the only answer was that you had to fight. You couldn’t outrun him, not in your state. Hisoka was still standing in front of you, patiently waiting for you to make a move. He had only some small scratches and ripped clothes, nothing that could give you an advantage. You took a deep breath and looked at him determined. He smiled back. You rushed at him; he didn’t move as you expected, in a matter of seconds you were in front of him. You jumped, ready to kick him. You saw him moving slowly to dodge it, you swiftly shift position, and your foot collided with his cheekbone. You felt a sharp pain in your leg as you landed; you looked down, blood was running down. You glanced at Hisoka; he was licking his razor-sharp card, unaffected by your hit.

"My turn now ~ ♥"

You didn’t have time to ask what he was talking about that he was already charging at you, throwing cards, you managed to dodge them all, but your speed and agility weren’t as good as you hoped, too many of them cut you in the process. You were out of breath, and your body couldn’t keep up with you anymore. You noticed a cliff in the corner of your eyes. If you could reach it, you would have a better chance of survival than keeping on fighting Hisoka. He charged again. You blocked as many blows as you could, wincing in pain at each one of them. You throw one of your knives in what looked like a desperate attempt. He easily dodged it, you smiled.

"You’re not the only one with a cool Nen." You stated.

Your knife came back as if you had thrown a boomerang, catching out of guard Hisoka, whose only choices were to retreat or take the hit. He jumped back, and you choose this instant to rush toward the cliff. You looked down, gulped, closed your eyes, and jumped. The cold air was hurting even more than your wounds, it was like millions of razors slicing your skin. You braced yourself as you were about to hit the ground, but the impact never came on the contrary. He lifted you back on top of the cliff. You were attached to his Bungee Gum; you didn’t know when he had done that, since you used Gyo all the time.

"You can’t run away like that, that’s really rude." His voice broke the silence.

He walked toward you, playing with a card in his hand. He put it to your throat.

"Now, where were we?~" ♠

"Just kill me already." You clenched your teeth.

He positioned himself in front of you, faking shock.

"Kill you?" He repeated. "I won’t do that... Well, not today ~ ♦"

He let go of you and started walking away.

"You still have a long way to go ____, I can’t wait for our next meeting, I’m sure you’ll be able to please me then ~ ♥" He said, waving at you.

You watched at his silhouette slowly disappeared from your sight. Your body shook uncontrollably, and your knees gave up on you. You fell on the floor and started laughing. You couldn’t wait for your next meeting either, but this time he will be the one on his knees.

[hisokakissmeplz]

So recently I've been playing around with character.ai, I figured it might help me come up with some ideas and inspiration for writing. It has, and I've been thinking of writing a Hisokaxreader enemies to lovers office au and just wanted to know if that's something you guys would want to see.

[nikk0n3k0]

His origins (Hisoka x reader)

chapter one

You where with him. You where always with him, you met when you found him, beaten, laying limp on the ground, in an abandoned ally way on your way back home. You where 14 at the time, same age as he was, you took him back home and cleaned him up, you lived alone with your sister Sarinity, whom at the time was 12. 

“y/n? whos that boy?” your little sister turned to you and asked once you finished cleaning him up, “i don't know, i found him beaten up and brought him here, ill try and ask him when he wakes up” you finished your sentence walking away from the younger girl as you continued to examine the strange boy, with red hair.

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The mysterious boy had woken up where you laid him on the sofa of your small apartment in meteor city, the small run down place with broken windows and old furniture, “oh, you’re awake, how do you feel?” you ask him, looking up from where you where watching over him. 

He looked around for a bit before asking “where am i?” 

“my apartment, i found you on the street and decided to take you in.”

“oh...well thank you, and to answer your previous question, yes I'm ok”

he stated in a confident voice, this boy isnt a regular kid, hes hiding something but already at such a young age hes so smart to choose his words, to saduce anyone.

“im y/n, i live here with my little sister” you introduced yourself and he did too

“im hisoka, i don't live anywhere” he was trying to lighten the mood since he probably could feel my aura spike as he sat up, I'm always alert of what's around me and hisoka is no exception.

“sorry to hear, you can stay with us if you would like, we have an extra room to spare” 

“that's awfully kind of you, alright, ill stay” he has a smooth voice, every word rolled off of his tongue so easily.

as Hisoka continued to live with you he would often go out and be out for long periods of time, although you’d shortly find out he was in the circus, and going on traveling shows, you went to one and was amazed by his performances, he was amazing at what he was doing, and slowly you started to fall for him, and he did too. 

[oi-ikodane]

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🍬 51. “I knew there was a reason I fucking married you.”

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[amayawolfe]

Chapter 7 of my OC’s life story has been posted on Wattpad! To go straight to the chapter click here! But if you would like to go to the beginning click here!

Bubblegum Blood (Young Hisoka X OC {reader}) - Ch. 7 - Drowning in Nightmares (on Wattpad)

  I wanted to take a shot at writing an OC character into the Hunter X Hunter world. I actually have big ideas for this character but will start at the beginning. Hisoka won't make an appearance until about chapter 9 or 10. There will be no "smut" in this book, but there will be violence, gore, and mental/physical abuse.

 12 year old Sadashi Ito and her four sisters where born and raised in a small village south east of Glam Gas Land. Her life was that of simple farm life. It would have been a pretty good life, if it wasn't for her abusive father and neglectful mother. Sadashi has learned to live with the beatings, and take it one day at a time. That is, until dark thoughts start to go through her mind. A voice whispers inside her head, urging her to spill blood. Sadashi fights the mental battle alone, feeling she can trust no one, not even her younger sisters. An unexpected source of support comes with the arrival of a traveling performance troupe in the form a pale, red haired teenager. Will he be enough to keep The Voice from consuming Sadashi's mind and sending her down the path of a killer?

[adulttrio-imagines]

I was wondering if you could do a Hisoka x Hufflepuff reader, please? Also, your posts are amazing.

Thanks Anon! I don’t write too much, hence why this took so long, and I felt that a list of headcanons won’t do this justice, so enjoy~

Silence breaks as you climb the tower, footsteps echoing across the chamber like drumming heartbeats, your mother’s Christmas present tucked under your arm, your robes fluttering around you like angry ravens. Ever consistent to your absentminded nature, you had lost her present until just a couple minutes ago when you found it jumbled and hidden within the depths of your trunk. The steep staircases spiral endlessly, eerily quiet with what little students left in Hogwarts attending the Christmas Feast, but somehow your feet lead you on. Opening the owlery door, the odd mix of stale droppings and crisp winter air greet you, it’s not unpleasant nor is it welcomed.

You take in a long breath, and exhale. A couple feathers drifts down and you sneeze.

“This is my spot you know. If you want to run and hide from the party you need to find your own spot.” You scream, almost dropping the present, flipping around to find the source of the smooth voice. No sooner had your eyes adjusted to the dark room, did a figure saunter out from behind the beams. You recognize the cold look in those yellow eyes anywhere, and your heart pounded heavily against your rib cage.

“I’m not hiding. What are you doing up here? Everyone else is downstairs.” Somehow you find the courage inside of you, and your words come out strong. Like the stench in the air, you feel no particular animosity towards the boy, nor do you feel any sort of fondness towards him. It was just uncomfortably awkward, and made you wish you were alone in the dark tower.

Hisoka steps closer, you consciously will yourself to not take a step back. “Hmm? Is that so? Well I just wanted to be alone. Why are you here?” He asks, disappearing behind a post before appearing right behind you, half-lidded eyes glinting all the while.

You gulp, shrugging to play it off as you head over to a barn owl. “I just needed to send some stuff home. I thought I lost my mother’s Christmas present but turns out it was in my trunk the whole time.”

“I thought Hufflepuffs were good finders, guess that can’t be true for all.” He laughs, and it makes your stomach flip for all the wrong reasons. You looked away, pretending to catch the attention of an owl as you snuck glances at him.

You’ve never interacted with the boy the past year despite being in the same classes, but words of his actions have drifted in and out of your friend circle during your time at Hogwarts.

He’s insane. Gilbert Huckerby once whispered after rumors of a badly injured fifth year student being sent to St Mungos spread to the Hufflepuff common room. It was thought that Hisoka was the perpetrator but since no one had any proof, he got away.

You’ve heard the stories, of blisters growing all over the victim’s face, of burning tongues and disappearing eyes, all while the boy in front of you was said to have looked on, smiling.

But he’s… small, even for a thirteen year old. He’s slightly shorter than you are, in all your tiny glory. With floppy hair framing his still baby-faces cheeks, you knew that while dismissing those rumors would be unwise, it was hard to believe them all.

“Can’t win them all.” You shrugged, struggling to secure the package to a the fidgety barn owl you had manage to persuade. It hooted shrilly when you accidentally tangled the string with your fingers, and pecked at them when you got its talons mixed up in the process.

“Ack! I’m sorry! I can’t help it!” You turn to the amused boy next to you, practically pleading, your absent mindedness costing you, “can you please untie this? My hands are stuck and I can’t-“ You tug at the string and get another nip in response.

“Hmm? I don’t really feel up to the task and I’m kinda enjoying the view and all.” He gestures out towards the open grounds, eyes glinting mischievously in the dark. In the night, his yellow eyes blended in with the other owls that stared judgmentally down at you.

“Please? I really need to send this off- Ack!” A wing slaps you across the face, and a mocking laugh echoes through the tower, sending a few tawny owls flying out the window. You turn to glare at him, trying to look as threatening as you could with a scratched up face and feathers in your hair.

“This isn’t funny!” You exclaim, only to get slapped again in the other cheek. “Yuck! When’s the last time you clean yourself!” The bird shoots you a scathing look, hooting even more as it pecks your nose.

“Really? I disagree. Aren’t you suppose to be a witch?” His smile shone even in the faint candle light, distractingly bright, and you caught yourself staring before quickly turning away, hoping the darkness hid your beet red face.

“Ah! Why didn’t I think of that?” Quickly, you try to reach for your wand but realize it’s missing. Frantically you try to retrace your steps, banging your head against the wall when you realize you left it in your robe pocket downstairs. You groan and bang your head against the wall.

“You got it really tangled up.” Warm fingers glide over yours and it takes all of your self-control not to jump when you feel something hot breathing against the name of your neck. You turn your face slightly, and let out a muffled scream when your nose nearly brushes against Hisoka’s. He looked extremely pleased with himself, moreso than usual as he frees the owl from your clumsy hands. His fingers are nimble, quick and long, so slender they make your own look childish in comparison. You feel his breath run across your neck, sending jolts of shivers across your frame, the air feeling incredibly thin as his hands brushed against yours. You try to look away, and find it impossible. His smile, which you assumes to be even creepier up close, was somehow extremely attractive, in a boyish way.

“There.” He smirks, stepping back. You catch yourself staring at the curve of his jaw and the surprising broadness of his shoulders throughout a curtain of hair as he steps back. Just like that you release a breath you weren’t aware you were holding in, relaxing as you felt the last tremors leave your knees. You breathe a sigh of relief, thanks at the tip of your tongue when you notice he held a pack of sweets in his hand. A pack you distinctly remembered wrapping up and had intended to give your brother.

“Hey! Give that back!”

“Consider it payment for my help.”he smirks, tossing it in the air.

“What-“ but you pause. Knowing Hisoka, arguing would just be giving him what he wanted and you refuse to stoop to his level. You straighten up and look him dead in the eye, puffing your chest out. Besides, Christmas is the time for giving anyway.

“Fine, you can keep it. Thanks for helping me out.” His eyes widen for a fraction of a second and you feel oddly pleased at surprising him. “I’ll just get some more at Honeydukes, I’ve been meaning to get a different flavor anyway.” You hop down the stairs, pleased to know that your mum would now be getting her present.

“Well, I’m going to head down now.” You stop, noticing how he still stood at the top of the steps. “Aren’t you coming down? The feast is going to end soon, if we hurry we can get dessert.”

“I’m staying up here.” He answers after a slight pause. He smiles the same cold smile you’ve see so many times that never quite reaches his eyes, waving you off. On top of the tower, alone with the surrounding wooden post ring long shadows all around him, he looks like a ghost, isolated from everything, and you almost push on.

But you remember this is also Hisoka, and the contorted face of the fifth year you saw heaving on the hospital bed stops you.

“Alright then, Merry Christmas.” You give him a half hearted wave back and descend the stairs, missing how his stare follows you and remains stationed there long after you’re gone.

…..

It eats away at you.

You push your mash potatoes around as what was left of your housemates laugh and compare their Christmas gifts, mind returning to the lone boy in the tower. He probably had his reasons for wanting to be alone, but somehow you cannot shake off the strange feeling growing in your gut. The guilt slowly ebbs away at your consciousness, with both sides of your heart battling out.

As scary as it was, he did help you, and you hated the idea of anyone else having to spend Christmas alone in that tower.

Even if it were Hisoka.

You made your choice, you suddenly stood up and loaded on dessert, running off to find the boy.

The owlery is mostly empty and your voice echoes across the circular tower. You climb the steps and find Hisoka sprawled lazily across one of the larger windows, shuffling a worn out deck of cards, the pack of sweets he stole from you lying forgotten on the floor.

You almost call out to him but a tirade of voices flood through your ears. The weight in your hands feeling inexplicably heavy for that split moment.

Dangerous.

Unstable.

A threat to us all.

He lifts a hand up… and accidentally drop the cards all over his face.

Relief swells like a balloon and you quickly climb to the window.

“Hey are you hungry?” You call out. He doesn’t even take a glance at you as you set your haul right next to him.

“You could have answered me, you know!” You huffed, crossing your arms. He lazily turns his head towards you and smiles. You hate the coldness in his eyes as he sits up straight, gaze boring straight through you. It was as if he couldn’t exactly see you, the glazed look his eyes had taken on adding to your discomfort.

“Are you.. okay?” You ask, approaching him the way one would approach a wild animal, and you catch yourself reaching out to him. He smiles, baring his teeth and shows off an impressive set of canines.

“Ah? What brings this Hufflepuff back? Another package to send? I hope you know that the owls here refuse to send anything else for you.” He eyes the package on the floor with mild interest and you pull back, clenching your fist in an effort to still them.

“That’s too bad. This next one is to Mars, my cousin goes to school there and I thought she would like her present.” You hope he doesn’t hear the slight tremble in your as you play into his game, you know what to do, even if your heart feels as if it’s going to crawl out of your throat.

“What school do they go to?” He asks.

“Pigfarts.” You reply with a completely straight face.

Hisoka blinks, once, twice. And roars with laughter. It’s almost like a bark and you find it hard to stand your ground, regretting your decision immediately as he doubles over with laughter. Your ears feel so warm and what little food you have in your stomach flip flops.

“No. I just-I just thought.. No one should spend Christmas alone, so I snuck some food out and brought them here.” You go in to assess the damage, unwrapping the loot as he continues to chuckle before presenting him with what food you could scavenge from the feast. He easily lands with unexpected grace to the ground, and crouches to examine your offering.

Once again, a cool, pleased feeling purrs inside you to see him taken aback by your statement as you presented him with an assortment of pastries and cake. “I could only get dessert if you don’t mind.” You say, nudging them towards him.

Hesitantly, he grabs and takes a bite of a brioche bun, the corners of his lips curling into an unreadable smile.

“It’s quite dry.” He states, but takes another bite before tossing a few crumbs for the owls to eat. You grab one and bite into it, letting out a contented moan. It’s light, fluffy and not the slightest bit dry.

“I don’t think it’s dry.”

“I know.”

“So why are you really out here?”

“You sure are nosy.”

“And you’re mean.”

“Hmm. True.” He suddenly turns to face you, and he’s so close that you can count the faint freckles that dot his nose. “Do you know want to see some magic?”

“Hisoka, we’re at Hogwarts. All we do is magic.” You say, too stunned to move away. Your breath gets hitched in your throat, and you hesitantly lick your noticeably dry lips.

“Yeah, but have you seen this?” A flick of his hands and a previously unseen joker card appears between his fingers.

You reach out for the card, tips brushing against his. He doesn’t pull back, and you feel the tingling sensation spread through your arm.

He smiles again, eyes creased into crescent moons, as he takes a bite of the desert you brought up. It is far more genuine than any you had ever seen him give, before diving into his explanation with unexpected enthusiasm.

You return his smile.

He’s cold.

Cruel.

Inhuman.

But for that moment, in the darkness of the tall tower, surrounded by clouds of snow, a pack of cold pastries in between the both of you, fingers constantly brushing one another, with nothing but the moon for light, you remember that he’s just a person too.

[bluesimba]

Living in Yesterday

Fandom: Hunter x Hunter

Pairing: Hisoka/Reader

Warning: None.

This road is a narrow one whose stones are slightly uneven, just enough to angle your feet awkwardly. Bending behind the far-off horizon, the sun slinks away and leaves warm, muddled oranges and yawning yellows behind. The fading straps of your bag hang on your shoulders and hook themselves in. It’s not a problem, the temperature plummeting, or the road being an eerie sort of silence that’s struck you a few times too many, or the fact that the bag uncomfortably slumps on your back but isn’t too heavy, or, or, or when your eyes peered into his molten ones and you somehow knew that today was the last day.

Your teeth sink and chew your bottom lip. Thick clouds roll by, grayish with a hint of something more, but never stop, not for you, not for anyone else. There’s no rain that drenches your clothes or clumps your hair together, no point where your hair sticks to every patch of skin on your head; as fat clouds lethargically pass by, there’s no drop of rain. Almost rain. Soon, maybe, but not right now, despite dried grass nearby screaming for it, pleading for rain.

Maybe that’s the heaviest thing—there’s almost rain, your bag is almost awkward enough to be uncomfortable, how when he talked earlier he knew it was almost the end. He’d wear you out with secrets in his eyes smiling, flail you around until he wanted to stop. He doesn’t just move to the next toy and leave you stranded in feelings that once were. That kindness doesn’t course through his veins. Ripping out your stuffing was always his favorite part, figuratively, of course, but with the way he drains you and meticulously unravels all the parts that hurt just enough, it might as well be real. Shredded, torn, and unimaginable, that’s how he likes to leave you.

The buildings you’re walking to sprout up, almost suddenly bigger than they were before, and you wonder, as they grow and the nearby city sign invites you in, if he’s thinking about you right now, if for only a second. Or two. Or three. Or maybe more because with a jolt of your heart, it feels good to leave him there, waiting in his suite for you. Maybe he isn’t waiting. Maybe he is. He could be standing there, smirking to himself, lips coiled in a way your eyes thirstily drank up. He could be doing anything, really, as long as it was amusing.

When you step in the new city, when the air smells slightly different from before (a new flavor you’ll have to catalog in your brain), your phone vibrates in your pocket. Fishing it out, the screen blinks to life with a new message, one that you don’t need to read. The telling emoticons, a star and dripping tear, are enough.

Your little surprise vanishing must’ve worked.

The corners of your lip tip upwards, and it must’ve been just interesting, just unexpected enough to reel his flickering eyes back to you.

You wonder if he hates the taste of almost as much as you do.

Then, making you down a colorful cocktail of emotions and thoughts tangled together, you realize that he probably likes it. The strangled cocktail goes down too easily, too smoothly, like it bends to the curves of your throat naturally.

This is how he likes you, almost, never finished, and his voice, his eyes, the way he moves sticks to your brain like a familiar gum.

He texted you a specific date, that was it, but the numbers in the text are heavy and telling.

Almost was fine for a minute of his frazzling time, yet it could never be enough, never could be satisfying the way he likes to be satisfied.

A countdown to pull out the rest of your stuffing.