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regatoni1 · 1 year

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~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.

#hunterxhunter #hxh #hisoka #hisokaxreader #hisokaff #hisokafanfiction #hisoka x reader #hisoka fanfiction #hisoka ff #hisoka x yn #hisokaxyn

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lillianawayne99 · 2 years

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Have the image of Hisoka having Reader in a full nelson stuck in my head now

Sure, he can hold you in place on his own just fine, but wouldn’t it be so much easier to use his bungee gum to make sure you don’t move around too much? Making sure you stay in the position he wants so he can thrust up into you as hard and fast as he wants

Making your head fall/push back against his hands in ecstasy but he holds you in place and makes you watch as he fucks you

#Hisoka smut #hisoka fanfic #hisoka headcanons #hisoka x reader #hisoka fanfiction #might turn this into a fic

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doubledgesword-2 · 2 years

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Comfort of the Heart

I told y’all that whenever the writing gets clog I just keep posting so many stories at once. BEAR WITH ME!! ENJOY!!

You had requested to work from home for the last couple of days, not because you were ill or anything but mostly because you were sick and tired of your coworker’s incompetence and their lack of common sense.

Staying home meant, you didn’t have to wear those stifling clothes or sit at your desk and talk to people you didn’t want to talk to about things you couldn’t care less.

It was blissful.

Your only problem was probably Hisoka. You loved the man but when he came back home after a week away in his own world, he was usually worked up and his only cure usually had you fighting this man trying to eat you out from under the table while you were in a meeting. It was the equivalent of wrestling a puppy trying to play-bite your fingers.

It wasn’t all bad.

There were mornings where you would quietly jump out of bed, trying to silence your footfalls against the floor as to not wake him. Every time the sheets rustled you would tense up with your shoes in your hand, and stop walking, look over your shoulder to see him still once more and then continue to move away. Unbeknownst to you he was smirking all the time, moving on purpose to make you tense.

Later that same morning, while you are lost in your writing a steaming mug of coffee would be placed on your table and heavy lithe hands on your shoulders as they massage away the tension. He would kiss your temple and lean on you, chin on your head and long arms hanging loosely around you like a heavy blanket as he watched your laptop.

“Anybody you need me to kill, darling?” He would joke but you knew better. Deep down he was fiercely territorial and all too eager to prove it.

“Not at the moment, dear” you would kiss under his chin and continue to work.

Whenever he was home and you were too, he would lounge in the same room doing his own thing and while you did your own. Two souls just basking in each other’s presence recharging social batteries.

Today, however, was a particularly stressful day. It had started like any other would, but by 10:00 am you were already disassociating, mind blank and unable to think or concentrate on anything for more than five seconds. Your hands kept rubbing your face, fists lightly pounding your head to see if that would somehow restart you. But nothing seemed to work. After an hour of trying and not succeeding you resorted to retracing leaves and flowers on a flower printed post-it note. That seemed to jerk you into action, and you continued working.

Then your boss gave you the wrong information and you got called out for his mistakes. It was both infuriating and embarrassing and you didn’t know whether to die on the spot or go bury yourself. You apologized many times but this time you couldn’t hide the burning rage behind a plastic smile.

By 4 pm Hisoka entered the house, taking off his shoes and putting them beside yours by the front door. The place was devoid of life. He arched a perfectly thin eyebrow and made his way to the bedroom to be greeted by a comical sight.

He bit his lip “My, my am I late for the lay-on-the-floor time?”

You were laying on the floor, arms resting on your stomach, legs bent and slightly spread, with closed eyes. Coincidentally, your cat was sleeping next to you in an equally splayed position. Hisoka chuckled and bent down to lay on the other side, next to you.

“What happened?” he asked looking at you. You huffed and turned to meet his look, your eyes droopy and tired.

“Just tired” you sighed.

Hisoka scooted closer to you, wrapping his arms around you, holding you close until you were on top of him. You let out a squeak and part of you wanted to squirm away and out of his hold, but he held your head to his chest, and you caught the beating of his heart. The sound was like a lullaby. Then as you listened, your body felt how his chest rose and fell and tried to copy his motions.

His fingers petted your hair, gently massaging your scalp with his fingertips still being mindful of his nails while his other hand drew circles on your back.

“How about you let me get under the table…” He started whispering.

You hit his chest with a quirky smile, brows furrowed and still joking, but making your best effort to look angry and clearly failing. He started to chuckle and wriggled his eyebrows in suggestion making you laugh.

“Nooo, you dummy” your forehead landed on his chest making him huff a little “Besides it’s almost time to clock out”

“Mmm, I feel a nice…” kiss to the crown of your head “steamy….” Kiss to your forehead “sexy bath coming up” kiss to your nose.

You smiled biting your lip “I’ll go run it” Hisoka looked a bit comical holding your shoulders with wide enthusiastic eyes and a huge smirk.

You chuckled as he deposited you on your chair and went to prepare the nice, steamy, and sexy bath.

Yeah, it wasn’t so bad.

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villainbait · 1 year

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Tag, You’re It

Hi homies I’m back with a Hisoka x reader one-shot.

Summary: “Almost there, almost there. You can make it.” You were muttering aloud to yourself as you deftly rounded the next corner, spotting the agreed upon safe spot a mere 100 yards in front of you. The triumphant yell in your throat turned into a harsh shriek as a hand you hadn’t seen suddenly clasped around your upper arm, jerking your body forcefully into the dark alley.

Something was definitely wrong with Hisoka.

Chapter Tags: Consensual Non-Consent, Predator/Prey, Public Sex, Begging, Dacryphilia, Violence, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon-Typical Behavior, Sexual Violence, Explicit Sexual Content, Dirty Talk, Stalking, yandere behavior, Bondage, Light Bondage, Bungee Gum Bondage, Impact Play, Spanking, unhinged hisoka hours??, tenderly caressing your cheek then slapping it? beautiful 10/10

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#hisoka #my writing #hisoka morow #hxh fanfiction #hisoka fanfiction #murder husband

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manias-wordcount · 7 months

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Four's a Party (Chrollo Lucilfer, Hisoka Morow, Illumi Zoldyck)

Kinktober 2023 Day Ten: Foursome

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

They’re not the most dynamic trio.

Oh sure. They’re all very powerful. You wouldn’t want to know that Illumi Zoldyck had your name and place of residency memorized for any other reason besides the fact that you gave it to him. You wouldn’t want to be caught dead with something- anything that Chrollo might want for himself. And to be the object of Hisoka’s attention- even for a moment- is like placing your hand into Death’s all by your own free will. Together, they’re even more deadly. Even more of something to be afraid of.

But you also wouldn’t have called them the best of friends. People who would go out of their way to check in on each other. To do something fun together. That wasn’t them. In fact, you always saw them for what was beneath their surfaces. The sizing of each other up. The cockiness and arrogance with each word spoken to each other. The quiet rivalry that existed no what day or time or year or place. And so it doesn’t surprise that when they come together, that tension still sits in whatever room they’re in. Getting thicker and thicker and thicker. Making it hard for people like you to breathe. But what does surprise you is that sometimes, the tension is no longer quiet. The tension can become more than just “jokingly” throwing a pin needle in the direction of someone’s eye with the excuse of “I knew you would dodge it.” And sometimes, the tension can involve you.

Or rather, it can involve three pairs of hands running all over you as they urge you to say one name louder than the rest. His name.

Whoever that may be in the moment. Though rarely a moment goes by when you’re around, and all three of them aren’t vying for your attention. Some moments it’s more subtle. Like touches to your shoulder and hands around your waist. Sometimes it’s more bold. Like requests for kisses and flowers when you least expect them. And sometimes? And sometimes it’s dirty, filthy, and sinful.

Sometimes it’s spending the night on the floor of a fancy hotel. Sucking off one man while another laps at your cunt like a starving, dying man- hoping that the one person with their cock stuffed inside your ass isn’t the one who’s making you cry out and squirm so sweetly like that.

“Deeper, sweetheart.” Chrollo hums from above you, a little to your side. Through fluttering lashes and eyes starting to tear up, you can see the almost warm smile he gives you. Just you. And it’s the slightest bit comforting- just like the way he cups your jaw with one hand and holds your hair back with the other as you do your best to swallow as much of his dick as your throat lets you. But he’s hard and he’s thick and he's long and there’s so much happening to you right now that it makes it hard for you to do just about anything right. But Chrollo is kind to you. Chrollo is gentle with you. Sweet on you. So he’ll opt for saying a few encouraging words and shoving it in deeper himself. While you’re in between breaths of course. “...that’s it, there you go.”

You start choking almost instantly, as Chrollo manages to slide a little deeper inside your warm, wet throat. For a second, you’re struggling to breathe. Forced to do nothing but let him stroke your cheek as you try to regain what you lost. It’s a hard couple of seconds. One that makes the threes fall a little faster, and your heart beat a little quicker than it had been before. But eventually, you balance out. You get your stability. You relearn how to breathe with a cock stuffed in your mouth. You find that all is well.

But only then, does Hisoka’s lips decide to reacquaint themselves with your clit again.

“Mmm…” You’re forced to moan against Chrollo’s dick at the sensation, but he’s gracious enough to let you pull off of him after a couple of seconds to enjoy what’s being given to you. And so, the leader of the Phantom Troupe’s cock falls from your mouth with a lewd, lewd pop and your voice is free to sing as loudly to the hotel room walls as Hisoka can make you. “...Wait, wait, wait-”

But he doesn’t wait. The clown you’re oh-so deeply terrified of doesn’t wait for you to catch your breath or regain your bearings. Instead, he just lets his eyes flicker up from between your parted legs to you and a smirk plays at his lips before his head goes back to burying itself in between your thighs. And there you are- stuck watching and whimpering and withering as a long, skillful tongue flicks itself against your clit and circles it was a little too much skill to be natural. Up and down. Side to side. In circles. Creating shapes.

He does all that despite your cries. He does all that despite your pleas. And you’re nice and good and messy and creamy for him once more, he decides it’s time to go back to licking down the expanse of your slit. Tasting just about everything you have to offer in this moment again and again and again and again. And when that isn’t enough for him? He starts grabbing at your thighs- lifting you up further and further and spreading your legs wider and wider as his nails press into your skin and his tongue slips between your lower lips. Wandering and swimming and exploring your insides. Like they were his all along.

But the second he moved your body, somebody else rejoined the fight. Someone who isn’t so keen on being ignored or not in control of the situation. Especially when it has to do with a certain murderous, sociopathic, literal clown who’s currently busying himself with poor, spent little cunny right now.

“Don’t hog.”

That’s all you’re able to hear Illumi say before he starts to move you himself. Immediately, you’re gasping out as the man lying beneath you lifts his legs up to prop yours up even further. Hisoka easily is able to follow your body’s movements and doesn’t even stop eating you out for a moment. Chrollo doesn’t fail to take advantage of this opportunity either. With this angle, you’re up a little higher. And with a hand on your cheek once more, he’s turning your head and slipping his cock down your throat. A little easier than before. But it’s not the sudden intrusion of a dick brushing against the back of your throat that gets you to cry out and moan this time. Nor is it the feeling of Hisoka tongue-fucking you in that way you know only he is capable of.

No, no, no instead it’s the feeling of Illlumi's own cock. Going a little further up your tiny little puckered hole. Spread you out nice and wide like you never imagined you’d get spread out before.

And you absolutely loved it.

“Don’t get jealous. You don’t move your hips enough to upset with me.” Hisoka remarks back, taking his face away from your pussy just long enough to shoot some harsh words back at the assassin. But all too soon, he’s back to paying attention to your body- blowing against your clit and kissing it softly. Almost as if apologizing for losing focus on you. “Who do you think got her wet for you to enjoy this, hmmm?”

At Hisoka’s blow, Illumi starts to sit up- forcing his cock a bit deeper inside of you a little too suddenly. Once again, you pull your mouth off of Chrollo’s cock in favor of letting out a loud, loud gasp that falls into a nice and needly little moan real quickly. Your hand comes up and settles over your lower stomach. Almost as if that would ease the intense feelings being delivered onto you in this moment. Very subtly, Illumi is starting to rock his hips beneath you. Pressing just barely further before pulling out a little. You moan again at that feeling as Illumi’s own hands come up to put themselves against your stomach and press down. But before you can let out another pleasure-filled sound, Chrollo is grabbing your face and leading it towards him for the umpteenth time tonight. And you don’t even have to wait to be told to open your mouth and stick out your tongue for him.

You just do.

And Chrollo makes quick work of your throat. Using and using and using it to his heart’s contents. Just like how Hisoka makes quick work of your pussy- lapping and licking and sucking and slurping it up as your juices spill over and your nectar runs free. Just like how Illumi rolls his hips into yours. Soaking up your gasps and letting out his own groans and grunts about just how tight and perfect you are. And so the three of them work in unison. They move in tandem- taking their own turns distracting you. Producing your moans and your pleasure and the warm, growing feeling in the pit of your stomach that’s starting to get more and more unbearable with time.

Some more words are exchanged. Some more threats are said. A few more glares. A few more changes in the aura. And sometimes translates into someone snapping their hips into yours. Sometimes that translates into someone sucking your clit a little too hard. Or making you swallow so much dick that you’re stuck drooling all over yourself as your hands tighten into fists and all you can do is struggle to breathe. All so that way they can stop. Let you rest. Let you breathe. Let you exist. And then put you back into the same place while the three of them change positions.

Enjoying different parts of you that they didn’t get to explore before.

Though in the end, you still don’t think they’re the most dynamic trio. They’re powerful people. Powerful on their own. Powerful in their own right. But in a way, they feel far too different. Far from friends. But exactly like people with a shared goal. A shared vision. A shared toy, even. So, it’s true. Sometimes, they mesh together very well. A little too well. Without even trying. Without even wanting it too bad. Sometimes, they mesh together very, very, very well. At least, you know they do sometimes. You know they do.

Especially when it comes to you.

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morallygreyyn · 5 months

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hi!! i hope you're having a good day/night <3

if it's not too out there, could i request softdomme!reader restraining illumi and edging him with a vibe to try to get more of a reaction than usual out of him? break this man <3

gn or female reader is fine, up to you!

in search of perfection (sub!illumi x domme!reader)

description: you had seldom heard illumi moan, but those times you had, it was like music to your ears. now, you wanted to know what it was like when he screamed...

authors note: break him i shall, dearest anon, break him i shall <3

warnings: smut, domme/sub dynamic, edging, forced orgasms, mirror sex, smidge ooc illumi towards the end (?) this is definitely a hear me out moment as he would probably never do this but i truly just want to hear this man scream 🤧 is that so wrong?

word count: 1.5k

minors dni

requests are open! please read my rules!

You brought your mouth to Illumi’s just as he reached another climax, his fingers tightening around the restraints that bound him, a quiet grunt escaping his otherwise perfectly quiet demeanour.

“I love seeing you like this, Illumi.” You whispered to him, nibbling his earlobe. “The sight gives my heart a bit of a rush.”

“Why?” He got the words out through clenched teeth, still feeling the relentless whirr of the vibrator against his prostate.

“I have Illumi Zoldyck under my touch, orgasmming for me over and over, being oh so obedient.” You smiled sweetly, knowing your actions were anything but. “It really is quite beautiful.”

“I don’t see what is beautiful about it.”

“You are beautiful.” He seemed to freeze at your words, mouth forming the perfect ‘o’ shape. Lovingly brushing some hair out of his face, you kissed him again before stopping the vibrator, knowing that he was on the verge of reaching another climax.

“Y/n.”

“Yes?”

“Why?”

“For fun.” You grinned, stroking his cheek. It wasn’t time for him to know of your greater plan just yet. “You’ll be a good boy and obey, won’t you?”

Flipping the vibrator back on, you watched with delight when Illumi’s muscles strained and pulled, keeping as still as possible like you wanted. You knew he was more than strong enough to demolish any form of bonds, but that would result in your displeasure, and Illumi oddly loved to please. Illumi was also tough, and would never express what he was feeling, if anything at all. So, being the helpful person that you are, you took it upon yourself to coax whatever reactions out of him that you could. If that meant breaking him then so be it.

Sensing he was close again, you cruelly turned off the vibrator and stood.

“Where are you going?” He asked as you left him on the bed, heading towards the box where you kept your toys.

“Just here.” You replied with a smile, taking your time choosing what you would use to make Illumi moan. It was a rare phenomenon, but it could be done. You had heard the elusive sound a precious few times, and you were determined to hear it again.

Choosing your apparatus, you turned to him with a wicked glint in your eye, and Illumi knew that he would be here for a while.

It had been a couple of hours before Illumi showed promise. You had broken him down enough for his quiet grunts to turn into moans, and you couldn’t deny how beautiful he both sounded and looked. His long black hair spread around him like glossy tar, his toned and lithe body twitched and flexed with each sensation that rippled through him, a light flush dusted his cheeks as he gazed at you, fathomless eyes as heavy and pulling as a black hole.

“What more do you want?” He breathed, words hitching as your hand traced lightly over his sensitive skin. Despite being highly trained, he was only human.

“Scream for me, Illumi.” Your touch was as soft as a whisper, lovingly caressing his pale skin. “I want you to scream.”

“How are you going to do that?” Illumi’s question was little more than curious, albeit unintentionally condescending. He sounded as though that was an impossible task.

“With this.” You brought your hand to rest against the strap-on you would use to fill his hole, knowing he was the most unabashed when being pounded. “I think it’s high time you get filled, wouldn’t you agree?”

“What’s so special about that?” Illumi had never screamed before but, then again, he had never been made to feel this good before. He also couldn’t deny the want, which was a completely new feeling for him.

“What’s special is that,” You pointed towards the vibrator that was rapidly buzzing against his new erection. “Is staying on.”

“Oh.” He sighed, eyelids fluttering shut at your words. He was at the brink of some precipice, although he didn’t know what. This was further than you both had ever gone before, and he didn’t quite know the extent of pleasure you were subjecting him to. He had only been exposed to bodily pleasure after meeting you.

Settling between Illumi’s legs, something caught your eye from your peripheral vision. Turning to look at the mirror, a wicked idea formed in your mind. That was perfect.

Unfastening his restraints, you tilted his chin upwards to meet your gaze. “Get on the floor and face the mirror, I want you on your hands and knees.”

Illumi moved off of the bed to comply with your command, seemingly less fluid and graceful than he usually moved. You could tell he was tempted to tear the vibrator off of him, but you knew he was feeling too good to remove it. Only a man as strong as he was could withstand such sensitive and overbearing pleasure and find it enjoyable.

You watched as Illumi exposed himself to you, meeting your eyes through the reflection of the mirror. Oh, the sight of him almost froze you in place. With hooded eyes, a light flush on his cheeks, lips parted, and hair tumbling to the floor, you almost lost your demeanour and pounced. How had you gotten so lucky? Who else knew this side of Illumi? He was simply exquisite.

You kept his gaze as you moved to stand behind him, kept it as you dropped to your knees, hands running up the inside of his soft thighs. His muscles tremored slightly beneath your touch. Yes, he was definitely ready. Finally, after hours, Illumi would be responsive enough.

His hole was already wet and open from the prostate vibrator that had abused him for the majority of the day, and so it took very little effort as you slowly pushed into him, taking your time and savouring the look on his face as you did so. Yes, the mirror was a fantastic idea.

One you had buried yourself to the hilt, you stilled. The only sound in the room was the whir of the vibrator, and Illumi’s heavy breathing.

“Move.” He demanded, fingers curling against the wooden floor. You smirked, he was desperate.

“Why should I?” You felt wicked as you grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled, coaxing a low moan from the boy. “Is that what you want?”

“Yes.”

You pulled him up, his back flush against your chest while your hand wrapped around his throat, giving it a slight squeeze. “You want me to fuck you nice and good?”

“Yes.”

“If you insist.” You kissed his neck before pushing him back down and letting him touch the floor again. “I am looking forward to that scream, Illumi.”

Pulling out as slowly as you pushed in, your hips snapped forward and Illumi jolted. Without giving him a moment to catch his breath, you began pounding. Having been edged for hours, Illumi almost couldn’t handle the unbearable sensation of both a vibrator and a strap-on making him feel overwhelmingly sensational. He felt as though he was on fire, his entire being was burning.

You watched carefully through the mirror, watching his face contort as he lost control of both his emotions and his reactions. Moans freely fell from his lips, and grew ever louder the closer he got to his high that he had been chasing but denied. His face looked almost pained, but you knew it was from exquisite pleasure. Illumi would never look pained if he was actually in pain.

His eyes rarely left yours, only briefly a few times when his eyes closed on a particularly good thrust that brushed against his prostate. His voice had become strangled, almost choking on the sounds he was making. You wrapped some of his hair around your fist as you rode his ass, sincerely loving every moment of this. His expression was one you had never seen before and you felt the need to commit it to memory.

“You’re so beautiful.” You couldn’t help but say, and his eyes flickered to yours before returning to watching himself get fucked by you. You could tell he was extraordinarily close, his voice getting louder and louder with each snap of your hips. “I will let you finish, but you know the condition.”

“I know.” He managed, crying out as he held your gaze once more. His eyes did not stray from you as he reached the high he so desperately sought, and Illumi Zoldyck came with a scream.

If you could have a single sound memorised, it would have been that one. It was simply perfection.

Helping him through his earth shattering orgasm, Illumi’s body trembled against yours as he slowly came back to earth.

You pulled out and took off the vibrator, tossing them to the side to be cleaned later. Your first priority was your boyfriend who was lying on the floor, forehead pressed against the wooden panels as he caught his breath.

“You got what you wanted.” He said as you brought him into your arms, his head dropping against your shoulder.

“It was perfect.” You stroked his hair, planting kisses against his temples as you made him look at you. “You are perfect.”

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cocowritesstuff · 2 months

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⚠️ MINORS DNI ⚠️

💖📍💚💧 Illumi/Hisoka x OFC anyone?? 💖📍💚💧

- this is meant to be super lighthearted & fun— lots of dark comedy & illumi having mini mental breakdowns— i can’t write any more angst, my life is already depressing enough 💀

- ✨ i will also be linking chapters under the cut as i update. ✨

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chrollohearttags · 11 months

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the blackest rose always blooms • a chrollo lucifer series

part one • “..why am I here?”

synopsis: (y/n), a successful, affluent woman takes an unexpected fall from grace after the relationship with her husband of five years takes a tumultuous turn, leaving her to flee with nothing but her life. But can the man she finds solace in afterwards be trusted to protect her or will the skeletons in his closet prove too much to bear also?

content warning: dark content, *depictions* of abuse and violence (no vivid or gruesome details), yandere (if you squint), smut and sexual content, mirror sex, oral, missionary, riding, marking and biting, overstimulation

word count: 1.5K

📝: so this is going to be a little something new I’m trying. In terms of my writing style and content, just to test the waters a little and myself! This will also be a multi-part series and it’ll feature the story from (y/n)’s POV for this piece so I hope it’s not confusing. In no way am I romanticizing an abusive relationship or trying to display it but this is mainly a smut piece and I will be getting into details as the series goes on! (It’ll make sense once I start to add more!)

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“Why am I here?”

I asked myself that same damn question every single day. It’s the only one that crosses my mind and has been for a month now. A loaded one with a handful of different meanings to me. Why am I here?..still walking this earth, wandering aimlessly with no direction? After leading a life with such hope and promise. One filled with aspirations, goals..glamor. Living in my own little world where nothing more than my image and wealth mattered. I had it all. The career, the status, the power and the bank account to match! Four cars in my garage and more money in my pockets than I’d ever know what to do with. Not to mention, the husband. The one who spoiled me rotten..flew me halfway around the world merely because we were bored. A man as handsome as he was charming. I owned every handbag I’d ever wanted, every piece of jewelry and boy, was I in love. In love with his mind, his body (and God, did I love his body!) and soul. You could even say I was a little obsessed. The way he nurtured me; poured into my cup constantly..he made love to me in ways that my body and spirit could never forget. Reactions only he could drum from within..

so why am I here?..screaming another man’s name. Clawing my nails through the pale, ink laden skin of his back. My legs coiling his waist as I cradle him close, as if to never let him go. Our frames intertwined as one atop the California King bed, residing within the walls of his condo. A mirror dangling above our bodies to display the actions taking place. A reminder of my sinful decisions and less than wise choices. Even so, I can’t help myself. Can’t help but to scratch a little more as I beg him to go deeper..not to stop until I can no longer take it. Until my legs are of no use and he can’t coax another drop from the aching core of my stomach. Where I could feel each throbbing inch of him. Fucking me nearly senseless, as if it were for the last time…as if he loved me..I thought I was seeing the stars at one point! All of this only coming after I allowed him to flick his tongue around between my thighs for nearly an hour. Or rather I should say..he did so until he was damn well pleased. Not stopping or raising for air once. I could pull on his hair, push him away, it didn’t even matter. To drink in all of my flavors, sucking on my clit as if they were the most divine thing he had ever tasted. Feasting greedily and selflessly on my sex; unrequited in his love. Even as I pushed his head away and climaxed more times than I could count. He persisted forward and when I questioned why he enjoyed himself so much, his only response was a mere laugh and: “Because, my dear. Seeing you get off is all the pleasure I need. As long as you are satisfied, I am as well..” talk about an overachiever! And the perfect lover..telling me how my pussy had become his favorite meal. I mean, what woman in their right mind would complain about that? Hell, any guilt that I felt before was beginning to subside. I no longer felt ashamed of letting another man inside of me.

because perhaps, the most cherished gift my husband ever gave to me was not my thirty thousand dollar engagement ring or the nearly million dollar wedding ceremony to follow. The huge house we lived in. It wasn’t even the title of Mrs. Morrow..but instead, the rose colored glasses he placed on my eyes and never removed. Even when I could begin to see things for what they truly were. When the veil lifted and smoke cleared…they were still plastered to my face. Shielding me from the ugly truth that was my supposedly beautiful life. I lied to myself, lied to everyone that things were perfect. That things were nothing short of euphoric, heaven on earth in my household. When in reality, not even I knew the hell I was about to encounter. One day, I’m in Hisoka’s arms, slow dancing to music on the balcony underneath the night stars. The next? I’m running down the street; soaked in my own blood from head to toe as I screamed for help. Crying as I peeled over in pain. But alas, no one came to my rescue. Maybe that was his intention all along. To isolate me from the rest of the world by moving me to a four story mansion atop a hill in the middle of nowhere. The red flags were all there from the beginning but I paid them no attention. I was too busy riding him to kingdom come after he took me to the Maldives..how fucking stupid! But I had to learn my lesson quickly. Especially when the roles reversed quickly and I found him atop me..brandishing his hands around my throat and not in a way anyone would enjoy. Slowly draining my life away from me until I was able to get an opening with a nearby metal nail file. I dug it into his shoulder, scooted off the floor, struck out running and never looked back! Because the truth was, he never loved me at all. Much like many people in Hisoka’s life, he was using me. For my money, my status and everything I owned. And now? He wanted it all to himself without me in my picture. Not because he needed it, no. Because he was a greedy bastard! The only person that Hisoka Morrow loved was Hisoka Morrow. I was never even a factor. He lied in wait for five years to execute his plan and me in the process. So when I made my escape, leaving him and everything I knew behind, never would I have imagined that I’d find rescue in the arms of a man that I’d never expected. Somewhat of a familiar face but one I knew nothing of beyond his unique appearance and his name of course…

“Chrollo!…ahh!”’ Chrollo Lucifer. A name, face (and stroke game) like the devil but he was nothing short of an angel in my eyes. My saving grace if anything. As I ran down the winding sidewalk, to the main gate closing us off from the rest of the world..in the pouring rain nonetheless, I was greeted by a car. A black BMW and a familiar face through the sheet of droplets between us..turns out, he was coming to confront my husband about a business deal that he slighted him on (surprise, surprise) when he ran into me and his motive was no longer revenge or debating. But rather, getting me to safety and shelter. He didn’t even ask what was going on. He merely shuffled me into his passenger seat with his coat draped across my shoulders and told me to get in. The timing was almost too perfect, calculated even!..but there was no motive or malice in this for him. It was all a mere case of the right place, right time..

“(Y/N)…you feel so good, my love..” and I was glad that things panned out that way. So as I lie here entangled in these sheets, holding his hands and shoving my tongue between his lips..letting him mark up my neck and shoulder with his gentle kisses and bites. As if he were trying to put his claim on me for good… “Don’t stop, please..” I ask myself yet again: ‘why am I here?’ A question I may never truly know the answer to. But I did know one thing for certain:

I felt safe, free..happy and I never wanted to leave. This place, this bed..

I never wanted to leave him.

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strawberyblogs · 11 months

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HxH - Dating Adult Trio

Headcanons 🥭

Chrollo 📚🕷️🗝️

- Chrollo is very focused on the Phantom Troupe, therefore you may not see him for long periods of time. However, he'll frequently write you letters sending his love and telling you what he's doing.

- Following up to the previous one, when he's not busy with work, he'll spend a lot of time with you when he's not busy. He doesn't want to make you feel neglected, so he's very loving, and tries to make as much time for you as possible.

- Romantic gestures are his forte! He'll surprise you with gifts, dates, or attention, just to make you feel special! However, he gets weird when you do it to him and assured you he doesn't "want" anything! Way more of a giver than a receiver..

Illumi 📍🐈‍⬛🖤

- This is definitely a corny, overused trope, but Illumi is pretty much emotionless and salty to everybody...except you! (I know, let the hate comments and cringe settle in)

- It just makes sense, he has a lot of trust in you, and had to spend a LOT of time with you before dating. He progressively gets more comfortable with your relationship, and opens up to you more the longer you guys are together.

- Adding on to the "opens up to you..." statement in the previous headcanon, he randomly tells you some... incredibly horrifying stories from his childhood. He just would say it in the middle of nowhere, and act like there's nothing wrong with it. I guess that's part of being a Zoldyck...

Hisoka ⭐️💧🃏

- Hisoka is ALL for pet names. Sometimes they're cute and loving, but let's be honest, most of the time they're cringey or weird just so he can get on your nerves.

- His idea of a "date night" is very flexible. Sometimes he would want a nice date night at a fancy restaurant, but other times just staying cozy at home would suffice for him.

- Hisoka's favorite cozy date night idea would be... game night! (I know you expected it) He would most likely beat you at every game, so I'm sorry if you're a sore loser. But because he loves you, sometimes he would let you win, but the second you try to brag about it, he would demolish you in a game of Go Fish...

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Alright, that concludes the headcanons! Ive been super busy, so this is my first post in a longgg time.. Sorry for the delay, I'll be posting a lot sooner or later! Hope you enjoyed this blog, send requests, commissions are (almost) ALWAYS open!

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o7k5a8m9i · 15 days

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~♡Perfect Little Family ♤~ Hisomachi

Pic by me♡ credit to @itsmyara for the little Hisomachi icon🃏🧵 ⚠️⚠️ 15+⚠️⚠️ because of mature content💮 read at your own risk

YOU MUST READ THIS before reading this fanfic!! ➡️➡️⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️

Again the post above is a MUST READ if you wanna understand the story 😭🃏🧵💖✨

Chapter 1: ~Machi's unfortunate surprise~🧵🃏

{A/N Forgive me for the OOC, AU, and cringe!😫🎐}

[Machi Komacine is a 23 year old woman who's apart of the Phantom Troupe. a group of thieves and murders but to her they were like family. well all except one... Hisoka Morow replacement number 4 he had joined the Troupe 4 years ago and him and Machi became...... teammates to say the least she didn't really like him but over time developed feelings for the stupid clown but she'd never say it. of course he had feelings for her too and told her all the time. but she always just took what he said with a grain of salt not sure if he's lying or not but regardless things were about to change.

April 10th the troup was all together celebrating a big heist they just pulled off. so they decided to have a party✨ most of them got drunk but not Machi nor Hisoka. although something did go down between them that night Machi blamed it on "I was drunk" she'd always lie or blame it on something she'd never amit to it. a few days later Machi noticed something... Different...but didn't say anything. a 1 week later some of the Troupe decided to move to the next city but they ALL agreed to meet up again in a month. they wanted to hangout more. (Look idk I just need a excuse 😭) when they got to the new hideout Machi had to know. and so that night she found out...she was pregnant.... she didn't tell anyone but she was having a heart attack she had no idea what to do....this made her feel weak. she let her gard down what was she to do?...but before anything. she'd wait till he arrived... The father of this baby.. now as I said before not all the Troupe came with Machi the only people at the hideout right now were Chrollo, Pakunoda, Shalnark, Shizuku, Kortopi & Machi. they were still waiting for the other members one of them being the father of this kid. and so a few days past and now everyone was there. everyone except Hisoka. now normally Machi wouldn't care if he showed up or not but this was different they needed to talk.... two MORE days later and the clown finally decided to show up. although Hisoka was only planning to stay a few days maybe a week that was about to change once Machi starts talking. Chrollo exampled that he'd be staying in this city for a few months because he was a bit tired of moving and he added that any other member of the troupe could stay with him and that was all.]

Hisoka: Hi Machi~

Machi: Hi...or whatever...

Hisoka: so how are you doing?~

Machi: what do you care!

Hisoka: oh my dear Machi I care because your my friend, Teammate, Fellow spider and maybe something more someday~

Machi: S..Shut up! we're teammates that's it!

Hisoka: oh ok...~ -_-...so how are you?...

Machi: ....[She really didn't wanna say but... he was the father... she had to...]

Machi: not great....

Hisoka: oh my what's wrong dear~?

Machi: ... nothing....

Hisoka: oh stop lying and tell me. my dear~

Machi: ... I'll tell you later...

Hisoka: oh ok~...but don't think I'll forget~

Machi: yeah whatever..//.....

-To Be Continued- 🧵🃏

....†....†....†....†....†....†....†....†....†....†....†....†....†....†....†....†....†....†....†....†..[END of this chapter]🌙✨☁️☀️ A/N I hope you enjoyed I'll write part two soon🧵🃏🌸 anyway thanks for reading!!☺️ I know it sucked🍭 if you have anything you'd like to say/question's let me know 💙 again this is a AU✨🌹 and OOC!😫🙏,

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tonberry-yoda · 1 year

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Can I have a fluff alphabet for Hisoka but it’s just the letters in his name?

Hisoka Fluff Alphabet

notes - OMG YESSSS. I asked for hxh requests and everyone delivered tbh <333 thank you so much for the request anon!! fluff alphabet is always super easy for me, so again, thank you <3333

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

... come on, we know this man, of course he has secrets. he overshares stuff that is tmi, but like wont tell you stuff about him. you didnt know that he was in the phantom troupe, you just accidently found that out. some of it, he's not even purposely hiding, he just never ended up telling you lol. and if you ask him about something that he doesnt want to tell you, he will just look at you and then smirk and walk away. the little shi-

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

GASP! You've made this man protective of someone!! Like he actually cares for you lol. Normally, he would be making fun of how weak you are, but when he sees you could get hurt he finds himself protecting you. He couldve taken care of you years ago, or left you to die, but he really doesnt want any of that to happen and just wants you to be safe. He also finds himself at home a lot more than he used to. He was used to working a lot, but to know you were at home waiting for him made him happy enough to take really long breaks!! Like the chimera ant arc, he was probably busy spending time with you :)

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

I think he would just leave you to it. He definitely believes in you, but wont actually go out of his way to help you, I dont think. He knows your capable and somehow that actually makes you more confident in achieving your goals, so you can have something to rub in his face that he didn't help you get. and it makes him happier to see you rub it in his face lol

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

He cant keep his hands off of you. He will be pressing kisses on every bare part of your skin and keep at least one hand on your hip or waist. It is VERY obvious to others with the way he looks at you and the way he always reaches for you when you show up. He needs physical touch to show that he loves you lol

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

BABE DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED OMFG. This man has like slightly sticky lips from the lipgloss he probably always wears so they will lightly press and stick to yours as he pulls away. He always groans attractively in the back of his throat too (idc if that was not PG, but I'm down bad). The first kiss was like that upside down kiss from spiderman. He used his bungee gum to hang upside down in front of you in an alleyway after you were done with your mission and told you how good you did before pressing his lips to your and disappearing. omg wish that were me.

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

This man will do the stupidest stuff with you. Screw routines, this man will show up at your house at a random hour and ask if you want to go bungee jumping or some shit. He CANNOT have a boring relationship with you. He needs some spice or he'll get bored. Like you will wake up at 3am to find hisoka right in front of your bed asking if you want to travel halfway across the country for some 5 star bagels shshahgs He just likes doing random stuff with you and wants to spice everything up a bit <3. Though he also doesnt mind being at home and baking with you every now and again :)

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tashatoons · 3 months

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Scenes from chapter 11 of Phishing Line! Milluki awakes to news that the Zoldyck private servers have been hacked! His brother's computer files have mysteriously gone missing. Panicked, he scrambles to find out the root cause of the incident. Meanwhile, Hisoka continues to brush a little too closely to Kikyou, which ignites the wrath of Silva. Illumi has had just about all he can take in terms of family drama when he gets a call from his client. It would seem the recent hacks have affected him too!

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doubledgesword-2 · 2 years

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Gryffindor!

Hello sugar cubes!! I’m slowly working my way through the requests, please hang in there. I don’t like to write when I’m not inspired at least a little bit, since the writing can come off as bland. Please enjoy this rose tea from the Hogwarts Au!!

Gryffindor! Everyone was surprise they didn’t hear Azkaban when the hat touched his magenta hair.

Hisoka chose to be in Gryffindor because in his words “That’s where the all stupid brave and potential filled fruits are, after all.”

He spends his time with half his shirt tucked out of his pants, tie barely knotted, and top two buttons unbuttoned showing his collarbones.

Hisoka is a statement, brining nothing but second hand embarrassment and pride to his house. He has the knack to paint his nails red and enchant a lion drawing to occasionally roar with cartoonish sound effects showing through all five of his nails like a small sequence.

He’s brilliant to the point were he’s bored being in class and that’s when he notices you. You were all taking a transfigurations theory test and the nerves were making you twirl a piece of your hair in between your fingers while scribbling away on the parchment.

At first he didn’t really care much about you, just another cog in the convoluted system of normal stressed out witches and wizards. But his golden eyes focused on the way your bag is moving. That was certainly odd, did you had a magical creature smuggled inside? Maybe it was the mystical creatures book they were told to buy this year. But the way the bag occasionally flapped and flipped on the spot gave the impression that something inside wanted out. So while the teacher looked away he silently pulled out his own wand and flicked his wrist. The messenger bag’s top flipped open like a letter and out came your own wand. The piece of wood started to levitate and rise.

While you were chewing on your lip you noticed movement to the side. Thinking it was one of your peers’ quill you dismissed it, until you heard a throat being cleared right beside your desk. You looked up and saw the professor standing there, looking expectant and waiting for something.

“Yes?” You asked unsure of what they wanted.

“Are you aware that this is a theory test Mrs. (L/N)?” You gulped and nodded, not finding your voice to reply.

“There’s no need for wands so put yours away this instant” your blood went cold as you looked down to your messenger bag noticing it had been opened and then up to see your wand almost reaching the high gothic arches in the ceiling. You then looked at the professor mortified, panic bleeding through your wide eyes.

“I-I don’t know what happened, professor, I apologize” you reached out your hand and by now everyone in the class was looking at you. You felt their eyes like millions of stickers all over your body. Yet you didn’t glance at them and concentrated on getting your wand down.

Hisoka was having a hard time keeping his giggles and chuckled at bay. Who knew mortifying students could be so fun? He was already expecting your failure to retrieve your wand, yet his eyes widened momentarily before he schooled his expression. The wand he had planned on dropping suddenly to cause mischief, came down with the same motion of a falling feather and gracefully landed on your open palm. You stuffed the wand into your bag and gave the professor your test asking to be excused. The professor sighed like they were already accustomed to this kind of scenario and made a moving motion with their hand letting you off. You briskly walked fast down the rows of chairs and tables and the wandering eyes of the rest of the class until you exited and the doors boomed behind you.

Hisoka was intrigued. He wasn’t expecting you to bring that wand down, but not only did you do it, you did it non-verbally which was a skill that took time to develop.

After the class was done, he went looking for you and was surprise to find you inside the shrieking shack. He admitted that you had style, avoiding the blows from the whomping willow was indeed a great challenge.

The cabin moaned and groaned and he used said noises to disguise his steps up the rickety stairs. Dust covered everything the eye could see and when he arrived at the broken door he could see you sitting by the piano. Hisoka was about to open the rotting door when he heard it, sniffles. You were crying quietly amongst the dust and it somehow painted the perfect picture of powerful loneliness. Whatever that meant to his running mind. Hisoka then opened the door stepping inside the room.

“This place is cozy” he joked, smirking with half lidded eyes as he looked around “with a little pick me up it could be the perfect hide out”

By this point your eyes were wide as saucers and you grabbed your bag and went behind the piano looking at him and waiting for the next move.

“What are you doing here? You’re not supposed to be here” you wiped some tears from your cheeks as you hugged your bag to your chest “please leave”

Hisoka hummed “Mm sad, right when I was getting excited” he mockingly pouted at the ground then looked up at you from under his lashes “I think we can do something to make this entertaining”

You knew who this was, the guy everyone talked about, one of the most brilliant students in school but also one of the more problematic ones and a playboy according to the hallway rumors. You were getting irritated and Hisoka knew with irritation came anger and that’s what he was going for. His theory was that your magic was not under control and the more intense emotions would set it off just like what was happening in the classroom.

As if dancing he took an exaggerated step forwards, both of his hands were in his pockets making him look like part of some musical gig. He took another step and you jumped on the spot clutching the bag closer to your chest, feeling the books and notebooks dig into your ribs. You were breathing hard, chest rising and falling like the agitated waves in the middle of a storm. Hisoka smirked, he stopped right I front of the piano sit, the same one you had been sitting on a couple of seconds ago.

With the same smirk Hisoka abruptly leaned unto the piano striking a thinking pose while looking straight into your eyes. The moment his elbow and arm touched the dusty piano, the boards on the windows started vibrating, the entire shack whined and groaned as if it were a tree house on top of the whomping willow. Hisoka’s eyes changed a quick glance around the room without moving from his pose. His half lidded eyes landed on you aa you shifted your weight from foot to foot. The house grew silent and the only noise was the breeze from outside whistling through the windows and boards like a passing specter.

You swallowed thickly “Please leave me alone” your tone was small and shy, your voice didn’t waver or tremble, but it didn’t carry the authoritative tremble you wished.

“You can’t control it, can you?” he jested with a mischievous glint in his amber eyes. Hisoka looked like a cat lounging and patiently waiting for the mouse to make his move.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” you looked to the side avoiding his sharp eyes.

“My, my, a little witchling unable to keep it in? Well this sounds right up my alley, sin you think little darling?~” Hisoka slowly stalked up to you making you clutch your bag until your knuckles were white.

“Y/N?” An innocent voice called from the rickety hallway “Y/N? Are you in here?”

“Come out, you idiot, we know what happened in class” Hisoka raised perfectly arched brow at the coming voices, his amber eyes looking at you with delight. There were more little fruits.

Before he could open his mouth you ducked away from him crossing the room and meeting your friends in the hallway.

“I’m okay” you huffed “let’s go” Hisoka heard your footsteps further away leaving the hallway.

“Why didn’t you called us? We were nearby after class, Leorio and Kurapika were waiting for you” one of the young voices chastised you in an annoyed tone.

“It’s okay (Y/N), killua is just worried” a chipper voice tuned in and Hisoka licked his lips in delight as the voices faded completely leaving him to the eerie silence of the haunted shack.

“Y/N, sounds delightful. I can’t wait to see you grow” Hisoka closed his eyes, biting his lips and holding back a moan “Those eyes were just sooo good~”

Hisoka sat down at the piano stool leaning back into the piano and spreading his arms on the ledge as if it was a big sofa. He chuckled reminiscing the look on your face when he found out about you, your little secret, the way your eyes gleamed with unshed tears, filled with anger and fear.

“I can’t wait to find more about you~”

-Hisoka would stalk you, he would pretend to roam the halls and flirt with the occasional girl, while looking out for your hair and voice.

-No matter where you went or with whom, there was always the feeling of watchful eyes following your every move. It would get so bad, that Gon and friends would start to accompany you everywhere always on guard whenever they saw a wisp of Hisoka’s magenta hair.

-Of course you guys didn’t always share classes and Hisoka…Hisoka was in some of them. He would charm his way into the professor’s hearts in order to be assigned together for every project.

“Well, well, little witchling, we have to stop being so good together” he would get impossibly near to you caging you in your stool as you cut away some roots for potions “People might get the wrong idea~” his chest would press against your back making the cauldron explode the minute you add the roots. The class screamed and groaned while the professor tried to calm everyone down. You were huffing and panting front the scare not registering the arms around you and how you had been pulled and pressed against the gryffindor’s chest.

“Too much excitement” he would whisper rocking you slightly from side to side as if the two of you were a couple.

-It doesn’t matter how many times you try to escape him he always manages to slip by into the cracks of your personal space

“My darling little fruit, fancy seeing you here” you were walking by, books in your arms, not even sparing him a glance.

Hisoka stands from the ledge of the window sill he had been sitting. He follows you matching your hurried pace and smirking at your antics.

You were mad. A little but more and fumes would come out of your ears. You were walking so fast Hisoka had to momentarily sprint to catch up with you.

“Leave me alone”

“Awww don’t be like that, darling. We have so much fun together” Hisoka walked faster and cut you off making you turn and walk backwards until your back met the columns of the hallway.

“Leave.me.alone” you gritted looking as mad as possible. Hisoka smugly smiles down at you, wishing to close the gap and bite your lower lip the way you do whenever you’re deep in concentration.

“You’re getting me all excited~”

-The two of you are opposites that attract and it becomes a cat and mouse chase, Hisoka making you mess up and lose control, tormenting your friends and supposedly doing everything under the excuse of making you stronger.

-You try to avoid him but you’re like a magnet and he’s the other half, always being pulled together.

Hisoka’s thumb lightly caressed your lower lip slightly opening your lips and pulling your chin up to meet his predatory yellow eyes.

“You can’t escape me, this is fate. So be a good girl and let me in~”

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