Tumgik
#hisoka morrow x reader
after-witch · 7 months
Text
Best Regards [Hisoka x Reader]
Title: Best Regards [Hisoka x Reader]
Synopsis: You're tasked with looking for Hisoka on the Black Whale. You get more than you bargained for.
Word count: 3800ish
notes: violent noncon, sexual assault, violence against reader, descriptions of blood and injuries, victim blaming against reader
Tumblr media
It was not in your nature to question Chrollo Lucilfer, and you weren’t about to do it now. Even when there was a small, hard, resilient pit in your stomach that wondered if this was the right move. Or if perhaps you should have said something earlier, before everyone separated. It’s not as if Chrollo was ever unreasonable, but everything was for the good of the Spider and if that meant acquiescing to his decision in this case, when he seemed so intent. 
He had asked you to allow him to keep your nen until Hisoka was found and dealt with, and you handed it over without a complaint. Of course you did. It was the first time he’d ever asked for your nen, and if you were willing to self-reflect a little deeper,  you might admit that it was at least a little flattering. 
You weren’t, you knew, the strongest (or even close to it) of the Spiders. You couldn’t mow down a group with a sweep of your arm or lift up an oncoming car and throw it into traffic. When it came to delegating who was leading the charge in a mission that required anything like that,  you were certainly not at the front.
You weren’t helpless. You could hold your own in certain types of combat, of course. Nobody in the Troupe was weak against the typical combatants you personally came across. Over-eager mafia guards with faith in their guns; greedy non-combatants eager to buy priceless forbidden trinkets… all could be dealt with using the knife in your pocket or a hard, horrible kick to their neck, cracking the bones like an egg. 
But if push came to shove with a nen user, well… there was a reason  you were not typically sent out alone. Your own nen was useful to the Troupe, but for reconnaissance only. Once you encountered a person, you could immediately identify them through their body heat signature through any surface.
All you had to do was activate your nen and begin to search, and spot the particular pulsating colors assigned to your target. From there, the rest of the Troupe could do what they needed. Which, admittedly, often involved the gruesome demise of said target--then or later, tied to a chair after all the information had been cut out of them. 
Maybe you weren’t the strongest fighter. But you were loyal to the death, and Chrollo knew that. It was an attribute that one must have, in order to be a proper spider. That’s what brought the lot of you to this godforsaken ship, after all, isn’t it? 
But now you were left without your nen, without that distinct advantage that gave you the upper hand when it came to finding your target. Chrollo would put it to good use. And he needed it more than you, because you certainly weren’t going to kill Hisoka, even if you managed to find him. 
If you did find him… well. You were stealthy.  You would slink away and find one of the others and set a beautiful chain reaction in motion, one that ended up with Hisoka exactly where he belonged. 
But first… to find him.
--
To call the Black Whale a “ship” was an understatement. It was not a ship. No, It was an entire country, teeming with life; with people, fights, loves, friends and so many dirty little secrets.
Hisoka was one of those dirty little secrets. He was somewhere on this ship, and come hell or high water, he would be found. By Chrollo. By the others. By you, perhaps. And he would be dealt with, as others had been in the past. 
The only problem was--how in the hell were you going to find him?
WIthout your nen, you were left to rely on your natural senses. They were heightened of course, but that didn’t necessarily make it an easy task. There were thousands of people on this tier alone… crowds and crowds, weaving in and out of public areas, arguing over this and that, laughing, yelling, calling to so-and-so over the noise. 
In theory, Hisoka should be easy to spot. He was tall. He was outrageous. He never failed to make a splash, appearance-wise. If he was walking in a crowd, it wouldn’t be impossible to spot him, if you were looking for him. Yet no matter what room you searched, how many faces you scanned, he wasn’t there.
You’d wondered, though, if he might have altered his looks before getting on the ship. Maybe he toned them down to avoid being too obvious. 
He had to know that the Troupe would follow him. He wasn’t stupid. He was many things, yes, but never stupid. 
You pass yet another common area--this one even dingier than the last, which seems to be the trend--that proves to be fruitless, filled with only groups of people in varying states. Some look tired or hungry or sick. Some are arguing. Some holding hands. Some yelling after one another to come-back-so-we-can-do-this-and-that. 
But no Hisoka. The same as the other rooms, the other corridors. Countless people, blurry faces that you wouldn’t remember in a few seconds, none of them the person that you were desperate to find. If only you could see his damn body signature. 
And really… but oh, the thought shouldn’t come to you, because Chrollo would not have brought any of you here (surely) were it not true. Yet here it comes anyway, slow and practical: Is Hisoka even on the ship? 
You glance around you, taking in the mundane faces once more. He could be here. He could be in hiding. He could be in disguise. 
Or he could be somewhere else entirely, and all of this was a trap meant to lure the Troupe onto the Black Whale. Or maybe he was--
“Found you~!” 
There’s no time to react to the deceptively jovial nature of Hisoka’s voice before your body whips backward and your stomach lurches hard, yanked by the power of nen-induced gravitational forces that pull you completely against his chest and refuse to let you move forward. 
But you’re not helpless, are you? No. Your hands move quickly, pulling out the knife in your pocket and preparing to jab straight into an artery. Chrollo might not be happy if Hisoka bled out here and now, but it’s better than letting him get away--alone or with you.
Hisoka is faster, and your knife is thrust out of your hand with a sticky sound. You can tell Hisoka is gripping the handle tightly when the point of the knife is pressed against your back. Not in subtle warning, but truly pressed, the point digging into your flesh with a flash of pain.  You can feel blood trickling down, wetting against your shirt, where it will surely stick and stain.
“You never were the strongest, hm?” His voice is right in your ear, his breath a mixture of some sweet concoctions. Gum and candy and mints. “Why did dear Chrollo send you out alone…” 
You feel your lips curl up in a sneer, for all the good it does you, but whatever insult your mind was going to conjure is lost when Hisoka lets off a soft little hum and begins to drag you--though the word is perhaps not quite correct, as you’re stuck to him with his damn Bungee Gum--away. All the while, the knife stays in the flesh of your back, burning every time he gives it a little twist. 
No one in this part of the ship pays you any attention after they see who’s dragging you. Eyes glance over you and quickly look away. Someone skitters off--maybe to find whatever passes for law enforcement, though they had precious little presence in this part of the Black Whale--but you don’t place faith in them.  You never placed faith in anyone but Chrollo and to a different extent, the other members of the Troupe.
Present company excluded, of course. 
Before Hisoka dips into one of the winding corridors past the common room,  you jerk your hand behind your back. Hisoka easily bats it away, keeping you from grabbing the knife--or so he thinks. You let the blood you’ve gathered from your wounded back drip down your fingers onto the floor. You leave another smear on a wall just before Hisoka turns. 
Blood, deep and red--your version of Hansel’s pitiful breadcrumbs. 
With any luck, someone from the Troupe will find it. 
--
The maze of the Black Whale has never been as irritating as it is now. Soon enough, Hisoka has taken you away from even the outskirts of the level, into what must be some little-used crew spaces. The room he seems to decide upon is sparse and dark, with metal walls and a few gas lamps giving the room a soft glow. There are no beds or furniture, only the lamps and a barred clock. Maybe it was meant to be a crew quarter before it was abandoned.
Doesn’t matter. What does matter is that once Hisoka has locked the door (where did he get a key? The question is tucked away for later, for Chrollo, for the others) he releases you from his hold and you stumble forward. Your back aches and the damn knife is still in his hand, twirled easily with his fingers. 
He doesn’t quite look like himself. Gone are the ostentatious clothing and styled hair. Instead, he’s wearing something simple, a dark shirt and trousers, and his hair hangs loose. He’s still Hisoka, there’s no doubt about that. The smile alone is enough to give him away, now that you’re up close. But it’s enough to make him blend in with the masses, when you aren’t sure who you are looking for. 
“Well?” He asks, splaying his arms out, holding the knife carelessly--like a toy. “Do you want to play? Or shall we wait for the others?” The light of the gas lamps makes his visage even more irritating to you. You want to shine a spotlight on him, show him for what he is. 
You take a fighting stance, and he only quirks his head at you before his smile grows wider. More indulgent. But there’s no judgment on your end for that, no need for a bruised ego or snapping words. You’re not a combative fighter, and you never were. You could hold your own sometimes but… against Hisoka? The thought isn’t even worth entertaining. 
But what else were you supposed to do? 
With your back bleeding and your nen (such as it was) gone, you launched yourself at Hisoka with just the faintest hope of lasting long enough for backup to arrive. 
How quickly it ends would be laughable, if you could find any of this funny. The knife he pilfered from you flies through the air, aimed at your chest--my heart, you think--and you manage to dodge just enough for the knife to slice your shoulder, cutting your shirt and taking off a layer of skin. It was thrown so hard that the blade slides right into the metal wall. 
You could whirl around and try to grab it. But it’s smarter to keep an eye on Hisoka, so you do.
And… so does he. His eyes roam up and down, and it makes your stomach begin to harden, your thoughts turning to things they normally didn’t in a situation like this. 
“Ohh,” Hisoka says, voice slow and sticky as his telltale trick. “Well, that’s a sight.” 
You don’t know what he means at first. But when the sting of your missing skin catches up with you, you glance down at your injured shoulder. The knife cut through the fabric of your shirt as well as your bra strap, both of which now hang limply down, exposing one bared breast. 
There’s only so fast your thoughts can go, trapped in a metal room with Hisoka, no clear way out, and a knife firmly embedded into the wall. Your eyes dart here and there, desperate for options. If you could get the knife out, you might be able to keep him occupied long enough for someone else to spot your blood, and if they did--
Hisoka sighs, interrupting your thoughts, and it’s almost like a croon which makes the hairs on your arm stand on end. Sensing danger was a skill you developed as a child, and it was no less fine-tuned as an adult. Something was going to happen. Something awful. 
“Well, well--why not?” He asks himself. There’s a smile on his face and his voice and it sets your nerves on edge. “We’ll be here for a while. Don’t want to get bored, do we?” 
You only have time to get out a gruff “What are you tal--” before Hisoka swoops in, extending his leg for a kick, and breaks your leg with his foot. It’s as simple as breaking a twig for him, and for you there is a bright flash in your vision just before you go down. The sound of the crunch is almost worse than the pain, but only for a moment, when you land hard and awkward and the pain bursting in your ribs sends stars into your eyes.
But you don’t cry out. You’re better than that, at least, it’s the one thing you hold onto in the moment as adrenaline and pain compete for attention in your racing mind.
Something else elbows in, as well, almost literally--Hisoka, pouncing down on you, tall and looming. His wrists grab your arms and pin them down to the ground. The carpetless floor is cold but you can feel sweat--or perhaps it’s the blood from your back--underneath.
“Should I break these too?” Hisoka muses, not quite addressing you. He’s smiling softly, almost serenely. It makes you hate him more. “I do so want to hear all your pretty noises.”
Hot breath pushes in and out through your nose and you grit your teeth.
“Fuck you,” you say, before spitting right in his satisfied, smiling, smug face. 
But the bastard doesn’t change his expression at all. The thin dab of spit sits on his cheek and he just beams down at you, the skin around his eyes crinkling.
“Well, it was your idea.”
You see his hand curl in a fist just before he punches his wrist out, short and swift, and breaks your nose. The sound of the crunch is registered first, before a heavy, sharp pain--the pain of splitting bone fragments--spreads across your face. Unbidden tears stream down your eyes, and you feel and taste the blood that pours from your nose rather than smell it. 
“You know,” Hisoka says, leaning close, his breath hot on your bleeding face, “on some women, this might make them look less pretty. But on you?” He sticks out his tongue and laps at the spot underneath your nose, teasing your upper lips. “It’s darling. Really.”
“Fuck you,” you repeat, a hint of bubble in your tone from the blood that makes its way into your mouth. You spit, managing to dribble some of it out. It oozes down your chin with your drool and tears.
Hisoka reaches out and tucks a sweaty piece of hair behind your ear.
“Eager, aren’t we?” 
Somehow, it didn’t register before, what Hisoka meant. What Hisoka was planning. 
You aren’t stupid. You’ve seen him act vulgar before; seen him groan and wet his lips in battle, flirting, cooing, sometimes even sporting an erection visible through his pants.
Speaking of--you glance down and see that “sometimes” has occurred now. And it’s then that things seem to click into place in your frazzled mind, pushing through the pain in your back and your leg and your face. 
He’s going to…
The word doesn’t come, because Hisoka busies himself by tearing off the rest of your shirt, the bra flying to the wall with it. You have the presence of mind to strike out when his fingers dance along the waistband of your pants, but it does you no good. He grips your fingers firmly--they might be fractured, but there’s a rush of humiliating adrenaline that keeps you from focusing on it--and peels off your pants and underwear in a surprisingly swift motion. At least, you think dimly, he didn’t rip them. 
There’s a slow thought process that begins to weave its way into your brain. What should you do, now? It wasn’t something that happened, wasn’t something even on the radar, of previous assignments and missions and heists. People who hated the Troupe wanted all of you dead. No one had--to your knowledge--tried to do something like this before. No one had been strong or smart enough to even get this close to you, much less the members who were physically stronger. 
But this was Hisoka, and a completely different scenario. One that you found yourself unprepared for, physically and otherwise. Do you fight? You won’t win. Do you seethe and tell him exactly what you think of him? He might get annoyed and kill you, and then you’d be useless to everyone. 
At least if you live, they’ll know Hisoka is on the ship. You can still help. You can still--
There’s a condescending gentle pat to your cheek--then another, and another. It doesn’t hurt directly but it jostles your face, causing fresh, sharp pain to shoot up your nose. 
“Are you still there? Don’t pass out on me now… you should be able to take a few broken bones.”  
You feel your gaze harden and it only makes him laugh. He traces a shape--a heart, the fucker--on your cheek with his finger before taking both of your wrists and pinning them next to your head on the floor. 
When you glance down again, you realize he’s pulled down his trousers, which must be discarded somewhere in the room. You can see his naked, erect cock and there’s a strange realization that comes over you.
He’s going to fuck you. Here, in this isolated room, underneath the ocean. He might kill you after. Or during, who knows. It’s a fact that this will happen and that these are possibilities. The logical part of your brain holds onto this fact, as if it might make it easier. 
“Ready?” He smiles down at you.
You’re not ready, and he knows this, and that’s what makes it fun for him. 
He pushes inside with a single hard thrust, and you feel a burning sear on your insides as he presses his cock fully inside you with no attempt to ease himself (or you) into things. 
“Mmm,” he groans, pulling out just enough to thrust back in again. “Tighter than I thought. The boss hasn’t had you?” 
There’s a blossoming pain in your chest. Broken ribs or humiliation or some terrible mixture of both. 
You grit your teeth and you don’t say exactly what you want to say, because it might make him angry enough to kill you, but you can’t let things slide entirely.
“Don’t--” Your breath hitches when he thrusts inside you harder than before, you’re sure you must be bleeding between your legs now. But you force yourself to continue.
“Don’t talk about him… you… you traitor.” You wish the word had some weight, but you can tell it means nothing to Hisoka. 
At least nothing bad. Because you can feel his cock twitch inside you and it makes bile rise in your throat, hot and stinging. 
Hisoka runs his fingers through your hair. There’s something sticky on his fingers--your blood?--that makes you wince. The deceptive gentleness only lasts a moment before he backhands you, catching your broken nose on his fingers. Tears fall from your eyes against your will, and you feel fresh blood trickle out of your nose. 
“So mouthy! I love it!” 
His cock twitches again and you feel him sigh at the sensations it must give him, to be forcing himself on you, thrusting himself in and out of your abused sex.
You don’t know how long it goes on. Long enough for the searing pain to turn into burning ache, for the pain between your legs to blur together with the pain everywhere else. 
But eventually he must be reaching his limit, because he begins to speed up his thrusts, pressing the fingers on your wrist down enough to hurt. 
“Tell Chrollo,” he says, a hint of an uncontrolled, breathy pant in his name finally creeping in at the direct use of Chrollo’s name, “that this is his fault.” 
HIsoka’s fingers tighten on one of your wrists as he increases his force and his speed, and you feel and hear the crunch, the sharp pain joining the ache of your battered body. 
“He sent you alone,” he continues, thrusting harder with every word. “He took your nen, semi-useless as it is.” 
There’s no grand finale to his orgasm, only the feel of his muscles tensing above you, a single final push as he emptied himself inside you. And then Hisoka himself, leaning in to whisper in your ear, voice dripping with deceitful honey. 
“He should have known better than to send a weak thing like you to look for me. He could have at least let you keep your nen… then you might have seen me coming, no?”
A chaste kiss is pressed to your cheek. You feel the stickiness of clear lip gloss left behind. Ah, you think, a dull, slow, stupid thought. Then he didn’t give up his vanity entirely on the ship. 
You don’t move from your spot on the ground. You’re not sure you want to try, just yet. You hear Hisoka’s footsteps receding, hear the whining of the metal door opening and the clang of it shutting behind him. 
For a while, you hear nothing at all. Nothing except your ragged breath. 
And then your grunts and irritatingly soft whimpers as you slowly, agonizingly sit up. You don’t want to be found like this. Weak and bleeding and…
Your fingers fish around on the floor until you find your torn shirt, your underwear, your pants.  It takes you a long time to get redressed. Your shirt doesn’t even cover you fully, and you fumble with your aching fingers and likely broken wrist to tie it off, giving you an ounce of modesty.
Every part of you aches. Some parts of you are broken. There’s a horrible soreness between your legs, and you know without checking that it’s not just Hisoka’s seed that’s leaking out of you but blood. 
But you manage it. Carefully. Painfully. 
Sometime later, the door opens again, a metallic whine.
But it’s not Hisoka, come to brag or finish you off. It’s Chrollo, standing alone, the lights of the hallway obscuring everything but his silhouette, which wavers despite the fact that he’s standing in place. Your vision is spotty, dizzying--from the blood loss or the pain or the stress or all of it at once. 
His footsteps to you are slow, careful. You dimly register him kneeling in front of you and saying your name. You feel his eyes looking you over, and it’s a different feeling than Hisoka staring at your exposed, broken, bleeding body. But it’s just as open, and you only just resist the urge to curl up on yourself and hide what little that you can.
It would just aggravate your wounds, anyway.
You don’t see Chrollo’s expression when everything clicks into place, but oh, damn it all. You hear his breath hitch and somehow that hurts more than your broken ribs. 
“Look at me,” he says finally, his voice soft but commanding. 
And you do. Chrollo’s expression is neutral, calm. It’s what you need, maybe. What he thinks you need? You’re not sure if there’s a difference. 
“Hisoka.” He doesn’t elaborate further, and he doesn’t need to.
You nod. 
“I’ll have you taken care of,” he tells you. His words are slow and deliberate, and there’s an inkling of shame in your chest at them. You shouldn’t be in this position, not in front of Chrollo or at all. You’re meant to be above this weakness. Aren’t you?
There’s a few moments, and you’ve been around Chrollo to know what he’s going to ask next. It doesn’t make the way it turns your stomach sour any less unpleasant.
“Did he say anything important to you?” 
You think. You wet your lips, tasting blood and mucus. 
And then you shake your head. No. You won’t tell Chrollo what Hisoka said, because despite the way his words twisted something in you, deep down--it’s not true. You’re an adult. You joined the Troupe, fought for your place in it. You joined the mission. You agreed to go alone, agreed to hand over your nen. 
Chrollo sighs. He inspects you, again, looking for tell-tale signs of what you won’t say to him. 
And then he tells you, simply--
“You don’t have to lie. Not to me.”
It’s not an order. It’s not even a request, not really. It’s an admission of the fact that he trusts you and you trust him and you don’t have to keep things from him.
In the end, you don’t know what’s more bitter. Your failure, the mucus-tinged blood on your tongue, or the stilted admission that comes next. 
"He said it was your fault. He said you shouldn't have sent me alone without at least my nen so I could at least see him coming.” 
Your words sound robotic, even to your ears. How does Chrollo hear them? Hopefully for the mechanical repetition that they are. You don’t want the words to carry any weight, because you don’t believe them. 
Chrollo closes his eyes. Then he looks at you, and it might just make you cry. Because his expression, just for the moment that he allows you to take it in, is absolutely dreadful. 
It passes, and you’re glad, and maybe it’s the blood loss but you swear there’s a euphoric relief when Chrollo’s expression returns to neutral and he merely wraps his arm around you and assists you up.
You let him, biting your cheek to keep quiet with all of the pain in your broken, used body as he assists you to your feet--or rather, your one unbroken foot--before lifting you into his arms to carry you out.
You don’t want to wince. Or whimper. Or do anything but let your mouth fill up with fresh blood from the blisters from your teeth, the consequence of keeping quiet now. 
Because above all, you don’t want to see that look in Chrollo’s eyes ever again. 
In fact, you realize, grim--you’d rather die than see that look once more.
696 notes · View notes
lightfeltmemories · 4 months
Text
episode one: phantom troupe and romance; headcanons from least toxic, to most toxic
characters include: chrollo, machi, pakunoda, shizuku, uvogin, shalnark, feitan, phinks, bonolenov, kortopi, hisoka, illumi, nobunaga, franklin. (not in order)
tw's: nsfw but nothing explicit, mentions of non-con, spoilers for the deaths of pakunoda, shalnark, kortopi and uvogin, toxic relationships, lovebombing, mentions of torture (not on reader), mentions of cheating, mentions of reader's death,
notes: a completely self indulgent post, you can probably tell who im biased towards by how long certain sections are.
because this contains mentions of nsfw, do not interact if you are under 18, you will be blocked if you do !! also, do not leave negative comments please, they will be deleted :)
Tumblr media
pakunoda
out of everyone, guaranteed, she'll be the best partner out of everyone else, you might even end up shocked that she's apart of the troupe if it ever comes to you finding out.
she's a darling, spoils and cares for you like anyone else, a great listener and partakes in your interests in hobbies, its (almost) like a fairytale by how the relationship is, the troupe knows you but you don't know them! and she wants to keep it that way, of course still she's a murderer, so it would break her if you were to have found out about everything, she vowed to never let you know or even have you close to knowing about what she does, but you just can't help but wonder what she's doing when she's away for long periods of time.
until it comes to her death.
now, you eventually find out that she died from a close friend of hers, but he knows paku doesn't want you to know about the troupe, so, he's a bit vague, and a bit creepy.
--
nobunaga
personally out of everyone else, i feel like nobunaga would be other most normal when it comes to relationships, but then again, he's an enigma, he doesn't strike me as the type to be the best boyfriend literally ever or very very toxic, i feel like out of everyone else, if you're looking for someone to be in a semi normal relationship with, nobunaga is your best shot, but of course, he's a part of the phantom troupe, and any member apart of it isn't exactly the best partner by default.
he's still a murder and thief, like all members i believe that he would definitely steal things that remind him of you, he'd most definitely kill for you.
unlike someone like feitan or machi, he doesn't exactly have a problem with being vulnerable when you get to know him, he'll tell you about himself, and of course, because he's a criminal he can't exactly tell you what he does for a living, but can't bring himself to lie about it either, he's just hoping that one day, if you know, you won't leave or judge him for it, his childhood isn't exactly all sunshines and lolipops, y'know?
he'll love you from the ends of the earth, but he definitely won't let you walk all over him, quick to put your in your place and won't allow you to manipulate him, he won't lie to you (about trivial things, at least) so why should you? (who knows, maybe you're apart of a criminal organization and is pretty much a wanted criminal yourself :P)
--
bonolenov
similar to nobunaga i think if you want something that's somewhat normal, bonolenov is also a nice choice! (100% not putting him up so high because we don't really know that much about him it's totally because he would be a decent partner! honest!)
for one, you would definitely be introduced to usual romantic gestures and advances that come from his tribe, he'll tell you all about how things work with him, he'll do dances he learned when they were still here for you to show how much he adores you, and dresses you in garments that resemble such from his tribe, it's pretty cute, honestly!
now, what concerns him a bit is.. how you'll react without his bandages, he's not exactly sexy like chrollo but (to me, TO MEEEEEE) he's not the ugliest thing in the world! he just hopes that eventually if you see him in his true form, you don't scream and run away at the sight of him, its okay if you do! ..... kind of.
and if you don't, oh you'll mean so much to him!
--
kortopi
now, here's another one we don't know much about! but i'll try my best either way (i just want to contribute to the lack of attention him and bono get in these spaces.) he's another somewhat normal one, he also doesn't strike me as the type to be the absolute worst, but still is apart of a troupe of murderers and thieves.
similar to everyone else, he'll steal and kill for you (idk if this guy even has a body count but lets pretend he does.) and is a lot more open to being vulnerable than some other members.
now, nine times out of ten you'll be taller than him because this guy is even shorter than feitan, so, he'll definitely be wearing your t-shirts and hoodies, and he ain't complaining about it!
and eventually, he dies, now, honestly, something told you that kortopi seemed... like the odd one out when it came to the troupe, he doesn't seem like the type to be apart of... that! you better hope that hisoka doesn't care about you, or things are gonna turn ugly faster than you can blink.
--
uvogin
he's big (as hell), but he's sweeter (you know why they're in bold italics) than the others twice his size.
physically the strongest, you're rather lucky to have him has your partner, if someone won't stop messing with you, they're dead within a millisecond, or at least scared off since you know.. he isn't exactly built like the average guy and having someone that's eight foot fucking two walking up on you not really excited to see you is quite terrifying, depending on his mood they'll sometimes get away.... sometimes.
enough of that, how is it like when it's just the two of you? sitting on the couch or laying in bed watching movies together, his arm around you, it's basically a pillow! a hard ass pillow at that.
not the most vulnerable, he's not some weird incel who see's women as sex toys or anything, he's decently capable of being in a normal relationship, you won't see each other often sadly, but when you do, he'll pay 95% of his attention towards you, he'll even let you know straight up that he won't know when he'll get back, but he will! ... until he doesn't..
ah yes, his death at the hands of kurapika, how will you react? hell, how would kurapika react to your existence? something tells me that kurapika might kill you too, send you right off with him, or, in a rather strange twist of events, he might try to fuck you and take you to the other side, not in the way of barging into your house and straight up non con, nah, more like a get to know you then get in your pants type of way, uvo won't be there to protect you now would he? of course the latter is highly unlikely, but to be honest it's kind of fun to think about.
and now that you think of it... you don't even know what uvo was doing or where he was going, you choose how you want to react to how you found out about his troupe business.
--
shizuku
another woman! she's similar to another person right below her! she looks cute, but she's anything but!...... sort of.
she's not the best or worst partner, she's pretty normal, a bit distant but it's not something you can't manage, maybe she just needs some space and you're overwhelming her, but something that really gets to you is her forgetfulness.
at first, she'll forget things such as your birthday or your anniversary, but going further into the relationship, she becomes less and less forgetful (she might even remember things that you don't even remember.)
what exactly do you guys do together? well, she does try to partake in your interests, and does try to get things you like!
--
franklin
he's similar to uvo, he's big, he's actually nicer than he appears.
what makes him so low is.. well to be honest i don't know, i don't feel like he could be high up but not so low, so, this is the perfect spot for him.
for one he does have a bit of an anger problem, not as bad as phinks, but he doesn't mind a slight argument, good thing he wont assault you, and is quick to make up for the argument.
i don't know how to write him, so, please forgive me for how small this passage is. :(
--
shalnark
we're starting to get into uh... strange territory, he looks kind, and seems normal, but he's anything but that, he's not the most toxic but he also isn't the most caring and understanding either, similar to nobunaga he's kind of an enigma.
he's a love bomber and very good at manipulating, definitely takes advantage of his rather cute looks, he'll figure out what you're insecure about and compliment those things specifically, i do think he is capable of loving someone genuinely, but he sometimes does things without realizing that they aren't really normal, maybe he's getting his troupe personality mixed up with the one he has with you.
he does come off as sweet at first, brings you flowers and takes you on some rather expensive dates (an uncanny feeling creeps up on you about how the waiters act, but you don't pay much attention to it.) and sometimes he's more distant and a little bit aloof, you take this as him needing his space.
he's not abusive, but he isn't the absolute best partner, there's definitely better out there.
his death doesn't hit you as hard as the others but it was still devastating, you best hope hisoka doesn't come for you, and if he does, you hope he swiftly kills you, because you really don't want this murder clown to take an interest to you.
--
phinks
phinks is another one 'that's kind of odd to me, i don't want to judge a book by its cover and say "yeah he's a piece of shit!!" but again, he's a lot better in comparison to anyone below.
he's similar to shalnark in quite a few ways, one, he does things that kind of makes you think he's a bit of an odd ball, he's intimidating to look at and is the second strongest physically in the troupe, so you're lucky to have someone like him if you're looking for protection.
i don't see him as the type to take you out to fancy restaurants and bring you flowers, stuff like that is a bit too sappy for him, he shows other ways like giving you thinks you like or taking you to like carnivals or other fun events.
his main problem is his anger issues, he won't physically harm you especially if you don't use nen, but he's not above arguing with or yelling at you, he doesn't do it often, but he might call you an idiot or a bitch if you take him to that point.
the relationship is somewhat normal besides that.
--
chrollo
chrollo is weird, some say he's loving, caring, blah blah blah while some might say he's the exact opposite.
for one he is charming, he's a relatively good looking man, he's intelligent, and is looking for someone who's also intelligent.
i feel like chrollo definitely has a type, he likes people who are elegant, he wants someone that'll make him look good while he's in public, he doesn't care much for how people view the relationship outside of that, he also looks for someone with a personality he doesn't want someone who looks good yes, but is boring to be around, someone he can have a deep conversation with and talk about his interests with.
for one, you will not know about the troupe's existence, until he is 100% ready to tell you, which will definitely take a while, but he's confident that the troupe and himself will protect you from anyone who tries to avenge.
now, what makes him so low on this list? well, he's quite manipulative, a gaslighter, too, what do you mean you saw me with another woman? it's all for business, i'm just trying to steal her nen ability.
he does want to be a good partner, but this relationship is kind of a "too good to be true" type, something is happening behind closed doors and the thought is too persistent to ignore.
--
illumi
this guy is... strange, for one, his beady ass eyes make him look like a bug (affectionately), and section.. his very warped perception of what love even is.
i agree with the fandom that he has a breeding kink no doubt, his intention on dating is marriage, and you will bear his children, no ifs, ands or buts.
you'll meet his family but you'll never meet the troupe, he doesn't want you getting involved in fighting (he might have someone teach you some basic self protection) because he doesn't want you to die, that'll fuck with him... kind of, you're basically trapped in the mansion.
his overprotection is toxic on its own, you don't have that much freedom, you can't go shopping unless he's with you (or if he can't be there, one of his servants will accompany you), you're never truly alone unless he's away, and when he's here, things are no better, he's distant and cold, there's not much to talk about with him, sure, he loves you, but doesn't know how to express it much.
--
machi
one out of three toxic ass individuals, one of them consists of machi.
lets start off with the fact that she's cold hearted, as hell, if you cry in front of her she'll look at you like you're crazy, if she's really in that mood she'll tell you that you look stupid and you need to suck it up.
not good with physical touch or romance, who knows how the two of you managed to continue the relationship, she does leave flowers for you but won't tell you that they're from her, won't admit that she's the one who got them for you.
i feel like similar to a certain clown, she won't care much for you if you aren't either powerful or capable of protecting yourself in some way.
but all she's really doing is putting up barriers, she's actually caring in her own weird way, she'll still be there for you, patch up your wounds if you managed to get cut or stabbed and would probably mourn your death.
--
hisoka
were getting lower, and a certain sadist who loves torture is worse, but somehow, hisoka is slightly better than him in some way or another.
for one, hisoka probably won't be that interested in you if you aren't powerful, it would be worse if you were a regular civilian, he'll take that as an opportunity to take advantage of you sexually, physically, psychologically and mentally, and the relationship will be literal hell..
but, lets say you are pretty powerful, dare i say a troupe member yourself, he won't be as interested in fighting you as much as he would chrollo, but he would be interested in... other ways.
how you managed to get into a relationship with this freak is unclear, but you two one day just.. hooked up, and it all goes downhill from here.
he has no problem killing you if he gets tired of you, he already killed two and plans on killing the rest of the spiders, why not kill another? especially you? or, in an alternate scenario where he does manage to kill off all the spider, you're the only one who's left, this can go two ways, one, he can fuck you one last time then kill you, or, he takes you with him! if you managed to have a lasting impression on him, that is.
outside of sex, he just isn't a good partner, he's probably the only one on this list that's probably willing to cheat on you (don't you dare get back at him, both you and your lover will die) he's manipulative as hell, he doesn't necessarily care about how you feel and he'll provoke you just to get a reaction out of you.
--
feitan
and last but not least, feitan, oh boy, good luck to you for managing to have this man attracted to you. (im a feitan girlie, so this one might be a big longer than the rest)
for one, he'll hate your rotten guts for making him feel this way, for making him feel so weak, so emotional... he might even contemplate on killing you, but when that time comes he can't bring himself to do it.
i don't want to say yandere is his default since he doesn't really know how to properly love, because i do think he has some potential, but it does make sense for him, because there has to be something about you that makes you interested in him, maybe you're his polar opposite? maybe you're also a sadist?
he's not the most romantic partner, he doesn't want to come off as vulnerable, or sappy, so, what considers as a date to him? he's the type to probably take you to a cemetery at night as a form of a date.
he will not allow the troupe to know you or you to know them, for one he's going to be teased from hell and back for finally managing to pull someone and second while it appears that he doesn't care for you much, him protecting you from them is his way of showing you that he cares.
he can't find himself being vulnerable, he might teach you his language if you're up for it, and he might bring you some things he knows you like, but thats kind of it, also he won't force you to see him torture people.. unless you betray him in a way.
590 notes · View notes
hisokakissmeplz · 25 days
Text
Guys I'm sick *cough* *cough*
Sick head cannons adulttrio
Illumi
Avoids you like the plague when you're sick tbh
Like he'll ft you for hours but won't step a foot in your house
Anything you need he'll buy without hesitation
It's not that he doesn't care
He has responsibilities and can't get sick
It's the same when he's sick tho
He won't let you anywhere near him bc he doesn't want you sick
He comes to see you as soon as neither of you are sick tho
Hisoka
Opposite of illumi
Is not afraid of getting sick
"I don't get sick, I'm too strong"
He'd flex trying to cheer you up and pouts everytime you turn away from his kisses
Will sleep in the bed with you to keep you warm
Surprise surprise he gets sick
He'd be such a whiney ass bitch tbh
He wouldn't ask you to take care of him he'd just kind of guilt trip you into doing it honestly
Chrollo
He'll find you the best doctor robbery money can buy
Not as close as hisoka but he won't avoid you like illumi
Brings you anything you could possibly want and will stay with you till he's sure your comfortable
He insists he isn't sick and will until he can't even stand
Still tells you he's fine and gets to take care of himself
186 notes · View notes
apollodarling-writes · 3 months
Note
Could I request some headcanons for Hisoka? Sfw/fluff. The reader is a child (killua and gon's age, and travels with them) and somehow got attached to him. Even though gon and killua find him super creepy and don't trust him, y/n doesn't find him off-putting at all and wants to hang out with him. Like at heavens arena, instead of being disgusted at his little show he put on, she was amazed he could do such things. Reader doesn't have a dad so he kind of takes that role in her eyes. She thinks he's really cool and follows him around when he's in the area. Reader is also training as an assassin (not quite as good as killua though) so she doesn't find his desire for killing scary. I just want some cute hc's between hisoka and his little admirer :)) fem or gn pronouns.
hisoka with a child! reader hcs
cws : fluff, sfw, father-figure hisoka, murder mentions, reader is an assassin in training, hisoka trains reader, it’s been a lil bit since i’ve watched hxh so it miiight be ooc, disorganized thought process.
— killua and gon would be very, very confused at the fact that you don’t find hisoka creepy. they would both try to reason with you, but wouldn’t hold it against you if you stand your ground on the subject. although, they might be a little concerned for your wellbeing.
— hisoka would have already noticed that you favor him for than the other two, and would be more than a little flattered.
— hisoka strikes me at the tough love type of father figure. while he would dote on you, he would also make it very clear that he expects good things from you.
— hisoka would make sure you’re well fed and would go out of his way to protect you.
— i definitely see hisoka being similar to illumi in terms of the extent of his protectiveness. at some point, even killua and gon would have noticed his presence around you at all times, whether or not you knew it.
— when you ask hisoka to train you so you can protect yourself better, he would smile and tell you that he can protect you just fine. if you insist, he’ll teach you, but when he’s training you, he won’t go easy on you.
— hisoka absolutely adores you. he won’t go out of his way to hide blatant murder from you, but when he sees the way your eyes sparkle after he kills someone, his chest swells with pride.
— in all honesty, i can see hisoka making you a mini-him. not exactly forcing his own ideals onto you, but planting those seeds.
— when you tell hisoka that you think of him as a father figure, his gaze would soften almost unnoticeably and pat your head with a smile.
— hisoka would change a bit after that, he’d be a bit gentler with you, even more attentive and protective, and would make sure that he has eyes on you in some form at all times. you’re his kid, so he doesn’t want to lose you.
— when hisoka is participating in heavens arena, he won’t ascend a level unless you do. he will purposefully sabotage himself just so he can be sure that you’re safe.
— before hisoka’s fight with kastro, he’ll search for you in the crowd and give you an extravagant bow to see you smile.
— during his fight, he’ll do his best to keep an eye on you so he knows you’re not in any trouble.
— hisoka will play card games with you all day long if you’ll let him. he loves seeing you pout when he beats you, but also loves seeing you smile pridefully when he lets you win. also, expect a lot of card towers.
— hisoka will teach you nen once he deems you well versed in combat. he probably won’t let you take the hunter exam unless you really want to, just because he doesn’t want anything to happen to you.
— all in all, a (kinda) creepy dad that dotes on you :DD
158 notes · View notes
soft-mafia · 1 year
Text
Perfection
Tumblr media
Warning: fem y/n, oc insert, smut, rough sex, mild choking, belly bulges
I’m back with another fic!!!! :) very smutty.
.
.
.
Hisoka brushed his nose against Y/n’s cheek, letting the tip of his nose poke the soft flesh of her face, “Mmm..” he hummed in thought as his hands rubbed up and down her body. Hisoka was a perfectionist, wanting to be skilled in everything that he did, which ultimately included sex.
He was always moving Y/n around, adjusting her in positions to get that sweet spot, for his cock to hit where it made him tingle, where he could see her belly bulge when he thrusted. Hisoka wanted to find the perfect position, the one that kindled the most arousal for him. Hisoka held Y/n’s leg up by her ankle, laying sideways. Currently he was moving his hips back and forth slowly, his cock was hard between Y/n’s legs, the length of his shaft pressed right against her pussy, grinding back and forth on her clit.
Y/n was trembling, watching Hisoka’s tip slip in and out of her view between her legs as he moved back and forth. “Aha~ yes..” he whispered, a quiet revelation as he spoke to himself, “This is the perfect position, your belly exposed at just the right angle for me to get a view of that bulge..” she was propped up on his bicep, his hand holding her under her jaw, his grip was enough to make her choke; it was firm, but not that tight. “At that perfect angle, I’d be able to hit that little spot that drives me mad.. deep inside of you.” Hisoka let out a shaky groan, a brief tremble at the thought of his tip thrusting sharply into her cervix. That sensation that gave him the most satisfaction.
“Oh you’re actually beautiful like this.” He chuckled, “You’re so tiny I move you like a doll.” Hisoka’s grin was wide, audible in his voice. “Relax your body, my dear.” He dragged his nose upwards as he whispered in her ear, “I’m gonna put it in, and I’m gonna fuck you.”
Hisoka began to adjust his hips, getting in between her spread legs, holding her ankle up higher, her legs wider. “H-Hisoka..” Y/n whimpered his name, her hand slid up his forearm, she felt the veins and muscles; Hisoka was extremely strong and fit, callused from every battle, she was reminded of his power even from just touching the man. The magician was rough with her but somehow found a way to be gentle, he knew she wasn’t one of his toys, so he had to be careful not to break her.
The only thing broken would have to be her pussy, left gaping from how many times he had slept with her.
She wrapped her hand around his wrist, squeezing her eyes shut in anticipation when she felt his wet tip press against the hole of her sticky cunt.
“Aaahhh..” Hisoka groaned huskily, slowly thrusting his hips upward, making his cock sink deep into her cunt. Slow, agonizingly pleasurable, he could feel her walls clench and stretch as he slid deeper into her. “Ohhh..” he groaned deeply, a shiver washed over his body, shaking again from the wave of pleasure, he grit his teeth, then bucked his hips up suddenly as he finally reached the deepest part of Y/n, getting that sharp thrust into her pussy that he craved.
The man let out a hard grunt, his teeth grit and the tips of his fingers dug into Y/n’s neck and jaw. His girlfriend squirmed, gasping and whimpering, trembling on his cock. “Is it too much for you?” Hisoka chuckled, “I know how much you can handle, baby, you can take it.” He reassured her, grinding his hips, giving her a moment to adjust to his length before he began to thrust.
Hisoka’s hand moved from her ankle to under her knee, as he did so his fingers momentarily squeezed her squishy calf, a pleasured breath of air left his lips. “Relax, my dear..” he whispered as he started off slow, moving back and forth, his pupils fixated on her abdomen, how his penis made her belly distend each time he plowed deep into her.
Hisoka could feel her soft buttocks squish against his pelvis with each deep drive he took into her, he could practically feel her soft flesh against his fingers, squeezing those plush orbs tightly, then releasing and watching them jiggle. He let out another loud grunt.
“Uuf.. uhh!” Y/n moaned, her cheeks puffy and red as the intense pleasure raked through her body. “Good girl.” Hisoka whispered, “Such an adorable little thing.” He went faster, growling and groaning like a beast once he got his rhythm. The bed squeaked louder, Hisoka’s low grunts mixed with Y/n’s soft whimpers made for a perfect contrast.
Hisoka’s cock made Y/n’s belly bulge, in and out with each powerful thrust, earning a loud squeak and gargled whine each time he did so. The magician groaned and bucked his lips, slamming them up into her faster to watch his cock distend her abdomen further. It was such a treat to watch; her being so small to take his cock that he was literally molding her from the inside. Another shaky, raspy groan left his lips, satisfied by the thoroughly ruined pussy of his girlfriend. “Ooh I can feel you trembling..” Hisoka chuckled, “And I bet you can feel my cock poking out at you.” He licked his lips, “All up inside your little body.” He rasped.
A string of drool slipped from the corner of his mouth, to which he lapped back up with a swipe of his tongue.
He grunted, hissed and groaned in pleasure, his balls were hung and sensitive, slapping against her inner thigh and thick pussy lips as he pushed himself back and forth. Although his glutes and thigh muscles were beginning to get sore, that aroused him and made him pick up a faster pace, chasing that aching burn in his muscles that made him tremble. The man’s cock was so sensitive inside of her wet walls, her juices spilling out around him, getting his balls messy in the process.
“I-I’m gonna cumm..” Y/n choked out, her cheeks were wet with sweat and tears of pleasure, they were a cute rosy red just how Hisoka liked them. Her lips pouty, eyes squinted and brows furrowed; he could look at her flustered face all day, he wanted to fuck her for hours. All Hisoka wanted to do when he saw her cute face was keep her in bed with him, forever slamming his cock in and out of her, making her cry on him while being held firmly in his strong arms. “Mmm..” Hisoka moaned, “Yes.. ooh I’m almost there too baby.” The hand on her neck moved down to her stomach, his forearm was squished on Y/n’s breast. Hisoka felt the tip of his cock jab at his palm through her soft, warm belly, he tilted his head back and growled, gritting his teeth in pleasure.
He snapped his hips faster, panting and grunting rhythmically. Y/n cried out as she came, and the pressure of still being plowed prolonged her orgasm. “Oh you’re still shivering, baby.” Hisoka chuckled, his eyes so rolled back into his eyelids he couldn’t even see, blinded by the ecstasy he was experiencing, “I got you, I got you baby..” Hisoka crooned, his hand was up at her neck again, closer to her collarbone than her jaw this time.
He thrusted his hips upward, a sharp exhale through his grit teeth as he sunk himself deep inside of her, staying still, tip kissing her cervix. His sore hips trembled, Hisoka’s abdomen spasmed before his thick cum shot inside of her, the both of them gasped at their own volumes, the magician groaned against her temple. Y/n could barely keep her eyes open, still shivering while holding onto Hisoka’s forearm. “Ahh.. yes..” Hisoka sighed.
“Mmm.. I do love our intimate moments.” Hisoka hummed, smiling as his eyes narrowed at her. Y/n was panting, covered in sweat as she rolled over on her back to look up at Hisoka. Even when she was looking disheveled, ruined and coated in sweat, Hisoka still thought she was adorable. It was a masterpiece in his eyes— fucking his lover until her cheeks were red and her eyes were puffy.
“Oh don’t look at me like that..” Hisoka teased, letting go of her leg to place his hand at her side, while the other one held her head up, “You’ll get me worked up again.” He grinned wide, narrowed eyes squirmed predatorily at her. “Hiso.. I’m sweaty and tired.” She whined, rolling onto her side and hiding her face in his broad chest, coated in his own sweat as well.
Hisoka adjusted himself, wrapping his arms around her, “Mm. How about.. a bath? And maybe dinner in bed?” He closed his eyes as he thought, “How does that sound?”
“Yeah.” Y/n said, words muffled in his chest.
Hisoka laughed again, “Mm so cuteee..” he bounced her in his arms just to tease, before letting her go, rolling off of his body and just flopping onto the bed face down. Hisoka giggled at that, and he didn’t forget taking a moment to appreciate her ass jiggling subtly, “Mhm, I’ll get the bath running, and then.. I’ll order from your favorite restaurant ok?” He spoke to the back of her head, cooing as his fingers played with strands of her hair.
“Mmm.. thank you.” Y/n mumbled into the pillow, still insistent on not moving. Hisoka smiled at her, his lips parted as he took a moment to truly look at her, taking her in his gaze before he dawned a wide smile again. His hand rubbed down her back, palm circling around her soft, plump ass before he drew back and smacked it with a low chuckle. Y/n yelped and flinched so hard the bed creaked, she threw her head up to growl at Hisoka, but he was already headed to the bathroom.
Her face was even redder than before, she hid herself back in the pillow and just waited to be carried to the tub.
1K notes · View notes
softmafia · 2 years
Text
𝐀𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐓 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐎 - 𝐋𝐀𝐏 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆
𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐊𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖, 𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐈 𝐙𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐘𝐂𝐊, 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐋𝐅𝐄𝐑
Contains: fem y/n, lap sitting, nsfw, sexual tension, butts
A/n: it’s been awhile since I’ve made an adult trio post lol!!!! I got an anon request for Chrollo with this topic but I just decided to do all three of the boys!!!! Edit; I have no idea why Hisoka’s name repeats itself, I’ve tried fixing it but it won’t go away😭 sorryyyy.
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Hisoka
Hisoka
- He’d totally be the type to hold your ass once you sit down on his knee
- He’d bounce you on his leg as well, he’d keep a nice rhythm and make sure your little cunt is getting all of those sensations
- In general, sexual or not, he just loves it when you sit on his lap. Hisoka just loves the feel of your body on his, he thinks you’re so small and cute.
- Up for holding your waist as well, and squeezing your sides as you straddle his muscled thigh.
Illumi
- Would be the one to plop you down on his lap. Just pick you up by the waist and just set you down.
- His hands would be on your thighs, or your ass and he would breath in the scent on your hair and neck.
- There wouldn’t be anything too sexual, Illumi just likes to hold you sometimes.
- Although if you do start to instigate something sexual, he wouldn’t mind and would just get into it. Illumi would love to hold your hips and let you ride his cock.
Chrollo
- Much like Hisoka, he’s gonna hold your ass. With just one hand, though, the other one is holding a book(of course). Although his hand will eventually travel up your body, holding your waist and gently massaging your hips.
- But he’s firm and dominant. You’re gonna stay on his lap like a good girl until he says you can get off.
- If you wrap your arms around his neck he’ll give you a kiss on the cheek.
- Sometimes it gets sexual, sometimes it doesn’t. But when it does, Chrollo has your thighs gripped in his hand, bouncing you up and down and making you hop on his cock.
3K notes · View notes
luvfish1 · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media
I need this man so badly. I would do the most unspeakable things with him. Bro can use me as a punching bag and id say thank you every time he finished with me 🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️
art credits hong_6740 on twitter
548 notes · View notes
shiyi-art · 2 months
Text
Tumblr media
💕I drew Illumi💕
I decided to edit illumi's eyes to look more show accurate🥰
Swipe to see other versions I did👉
Like and shares are appreciated💞
127 notes · View notes
ainri · 8 months
Text
obsessive love disorder
•“youre so upset with me but im so obsessed with you…”
inspired by i’m so crazy for you by rebzyyx ^
• hunter x hunter
•characters: chrollo lucilfer, hisoka morow, illumi zoldyck
• them stalking gn!(name)
•fic warnings: !dark content!, cuss words, stalking, implied threatening, violence mentioned in chrollo’s part, kidnapping in hisoka’s part, photos taken w/o readers consent, reader contemplates suicide in illumi’s part.
•i honestly couldn’t decide because this isnt fluff and also isnt angst. its really just !dark content!
•masterlist
•a/n: guys this was supposed to be a fluff of them having a s/o stronger than them. didn’t even mean for this to become dark content. also illumi was gonna be in black but then i changed my mind last minute…
Tumblr media
chrollo lucilfer
~what the fuck is going on???
~you were verbally fighting at an underground auction.
~you got mad and swung at him
~not only did he constantly outbid you by a single cent, he dared to call you a ‘crude’ for rejecting him after the auction!?
~he didn’t bother to stop your punch. he didn’t think you’d actually land the hit on him.
~the hit (in which he thought youd miss) actually hurt.
~for you to be stronger than him you’d have to be like batshit strong….. so props to you!
~suddenly you start seeing him all around york new city, almost too much, almost stalker-ish..
~“(name)! lets fight again and no sneak attacks but lets not use nen—“
~then it hit you.
~“wait! how do you know my name? i never shared it with you. in fact, tell me, why do we keep intersecting paths in a city as big as york new? i never saw you before the fight, i’m sure of it! have you been stalking me since?”
~what! of course not! we just happen to be in the same area again at the same time id never stalk you… i heard someone call you by a name so i assumed it was your name.”
~he said it mildly suspiciously with it being crystal clear he had made up the excuse as he was speaking.
~you knew he had to be following you. no way this was all by chance. you dont even use your real name on documents!?
~“i dont believe you, besides i know youre lying. stop following me, i know you are. you breathe quite loudly to be honest.”
~he froze. how did you know? what would he do?
hisoka morow
~this is….bizarre to say the least.
~hisoka attracted to a random defense attorney?
~“don’t fucking talk to me, you know i don’t like you. get out of my sight. i dont desire to see trash like you this early on in the day.”
~(name) said coldly, not wanting to deal with any of hisoka’s shit today.
~maybe it was the authority in your voice? intelligence? how you looked? oh! or maybe how you carried yourself? who knows.
~not that you were complaining! it was just weird.
~exes suddenly all apologizing, or coming up as dead. almost as if they’d been threatened.
~“so mean (name)! why do you hate me so much hmmm? i’m sure you appreciate your exes saying sorry why be upset?”
~your eyes widened almost unnoticeably.
~all anyone knew about hisoka the magician was once he wanted something, he got it. no matter what he had to go through to get it.
~“how do you know about that hisoka?”
~random camera flashes, feeling like someone was watching, clothes disappearing, items in your apartment being in different places within hours. this is eerie, unnatural almost.
~“a magician never tells his secrets! you should know this best of all my dear (name).”
~you pause, looking back at hisoka in shock and fear. suddenly everything went to black. all that was left in your vision was hisoka standing over you.
illumi zoldyck
~how did one of the strongest members of the zoldyck family become so attached to a mere servant?
~maybe it started in your teen years when you were assigned off to protect illumi?
~nonetheless, being a zoldyck servant was nothing short of eventful.
~from the usual family fights to having to coordinate his outfits.
~“(name) does this look good on me?”
~“it does look good on you young master; do you believe it looks good on you too?”
~“hmm yeah i do. it reminds me of that coat you were looking at with canary.”
~you weren’t even together that day. it was your only day off this year.
~he had always stalked you. you knew it, you just couldnt do anything about it.
~i mean what are you gonna do? tell silva his son’s stalking you? he simply doesn’t care, why waste his time and have him get rid of you?
~defying illumi is like asking for death. you’d rather kill yourself then upset illumi.
~that fate (of defying him) was much worse then death, something his previous ‘caretakers’ knew well before their untimely deaths.
~you have many bigger issues in your life than his stalking and undergarment theft.
~until he does something and goes well, too far, there’s nothing you can do until then.
~not until he gets bored of you, can you do anything to free yourself from this life.
~the day he gets bored of you is the day that you’ll likely end it.
~a day you should look forward to as a zoldyck servant.
©2023 ainri; do not repost my work without credit or repost my work in a different language♡
149 notes · View notes
marvelmymarvel · 1 year
Text
Stars and Teardrops
Hisoka x Reader
Synopsis: You didn't know just how intimate painting his face would be until you tried it. Now you can't resist doing it before he leaves the house.
Tumblr media
His hands rested low on your hips, thumbs caressing the bare skin peeking out from your shorts. You were focused, tongue between your teeth as you balanced your wrist on his cheek. "You're such a pretty little thing" he purred up at you, fingers digging into your flesh as you let out a groan.
"Don't talk I'm focusing" you muttered as you let the paintbrush touch his skin. The cold pink paint made him breathe out a quiet moan as you carefully outlined a star on his right cheek. Your eyes narrowed as you got closer, trying to see if your lines were even or not. "Y/n" Hisoka whispered, golden eyes flicking from your focused look to your lips, he just wanted a taste-
He had leaned forward to kiss you but you let out a grunt and pushed him back. "You're going to make me mess up!" You huffed out before grabbing his jaw with your free hand, steadying him as you repositioned yourself so you were slightly hovering over him. He silenced himself and his racing heart as he allowed you to manhandle him, you always were such a perfectionist. "I'm sure it's perfect-"
"AH there!"
A smile formed on his lips at the sight of your satisfied grin, but you didn't pay him any mind as you turned to the paint pot. Gathering more pink paint, you once again ripped him closer as you carefully filled in the star. If it was anyone else handling him like this, they would have been dead. But you were different, always have been, always will be.
You breathed out a sigh of relief as the star was done, quietly muttering to yourself about what color the teardrop, which you were going to do next, should be. "What outfit are you wearing" you finally stated as you sat back, your weight once more being applied to his lap. He only smirked at you as his hands tried to move your hips against him. Clicking your tongue, you ignored him and grabbed the green pot of paint, knowing it would match whatever it was he was going to wear.
Hisokas lips attached to your neck, his hands moving to wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you into him. "Hisoka" you moaned out, finally giving in to the way he was making you feel, "You have to be somewhere in an hour"
"I don't want to leave the house anymore" he retorted. His teeth dug lightly into the junction between your neck and shoulder, earning a yelp from you. The paintbrush fell from your hand as you plunged your fingers into his pink hair. "What do you want to do then" your breathing was labored as you awaited his reply, but all you got was him flipping you over so your back was against the bed, "I have a couple ideas... But none of them involve you painting my face"
691 notes · View notes
bwabys-scenarios · 8 months
Note
Hi!!!! What are some of Hisoka’s icks?
Okay, I would just say him in and of himself is an ick, but I’m gonna actually try and write for this nasty mfker. He only gets icks, no headcanons because I hate him. Don’t expect me to write for him often, and when I do it will never be positive
Hisokas Icks
-does not take your relationship seriously in the slightest. you are pretty much just a pet to him
-never around. like ever, he’s either off fighting someone or trying to find the next person to fight
-constantly compares you to his last fling, how they were stronger or better than you in some way
-smells intensely of bubblegum and some fruity cologne.
-so fucking rude. will roast the absolute FUCK out of you if he doesn’t like your outfit.
-kind of doesn’t care about anything you have to say or your feelings. again, you’re like a pet to him. a novelty
-bugs you often for fights. even if you’re not a fighter, he’s interested in you for a reason, you have some potential you don’t see
125 notes · View notes
konekochanxhisoka · 10 months
Text
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY DEAR HISOKA!!!❤️❤️🥰
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
And hisoka was 28 years old in 1998, this was not a fan theory, he was born in the seventies. The proof is here
Tumblr media Tumblr media
230 notes · View notes
villaingabisweb · 1 year
Text
Repost as the sketch got more attention🙈
Tumblr media
585 notes · View notes
hisokakissmeplz · 11 months
Text
How they Eat Pussy
super nsfw mdni
Adulttrio, Leorio, Machi
Machi
She is the queen of it
Although she prefers receiving she doesn't cut corners when giving
She knows where it is obviously
She kissed you right after too
Would tie her hair back before if it isn't already up yk
Omg this woman would be so good at it though
She likes the pie in the sky position but also just having you on your back with your legs spread too
Would squeeze your ass during
And your tits
She loves touching your body and your moans and gasps just encouraging her
She isn't much of a tease however she'll make you cum untill she's done
Leorio
As I've said before, the coochieman
he's good at it considering he's very inexperienced
You had to tell him where it is
Gets super nervous and shy when you ask for it
He has really long fingers ;)
Likes when you're sitting on the couch and he's on the floor eating you out with your legs over his shoulders
He honestly loves doing it so much
He's super nervous to ask tho
Asks you if he's doing good or if you like it while he's going down on you
Would love when you praise him about it or moan his name during
Illumi
He probably didn't even know what oral sex was until you told him, honestly
he's a quick learner though
long ass fingers again
He probably has lip piercings too
He doesn't ask you for it but is more than willing to if you ask
Truth is he's nervous
also he really thought that sex was only about procreation until he met you
He's pretty well informed on the body bc he's and assassin
Still had to ask Hisoka where it is though
Talks about how good you are for him while he's going down on you and how slutty you are for asking him to eat you
Hisoka
Munch
Most definitely like I couldn't see him not living and breathing eating you out
His favorite meal of the day
Tells you how good you taste and how much he loves going down on you
we're all aware of how pretty his hands and fingers are
if you're lucky and he feels generous he'll cut his fingernails but most of the time he just like covers them with bungee gum or smth
Probably eats ass too if you're cool with that
"Hiso what do you want to eat?" "You." Or "Baby, how do you expect me to eat anything when all I can think about is how good you taste between your legs?"
I think about this non-stop
Absolutely knows where it is
Vamp ifykyk
Would eat it after you two have sex too he doesn't gaf if you're dripping with his cum he a freak
Wakes you up with it
Loves when you sit on his face
Chrollo
Adores going down on you
You had to tell him where it was
Likes when you stand above him and he kneels infront of you with one of your legs draped over his shoulder
very reassuring during too
Always reminds you how good you are and how much likes it
he's vamp too
Leaves hickies all over your thighs while he's down
Likes when you're commanding him what to do or how to use his mouth
776 notes · View notes
eruminx · 10 months
Note
Hey, can I get Hisoka nsfw and sfw dating hcs (fem or gender neutral reader)?
Thank you!
hi! thank u for the request and sorry it took a while to respond lol, but here u are! sfw + nsfw
❦ hisoka dating headcanons
Tumblr media
❦ sfw:
- very hot or cold. either super sweet or super petty. no in-between.
- he tries not to take things between you two seriously, but his possessiveness tends to get the better of him
- he's clingy. like reaaaallyyy clingy. attachment issues
- his giving love languages are physical touch and quality time, and his preferred receiving love language is gift giving
- loves stuff and gifts. i read a hc post where they hc'd him as a hoarder and i couldn't agree more. he has way too many decks of cards and a whole list ranking his favorite to his least favorite
- sassy. like. annoyingly sassy. he's so witty too?? he always has a funny comeback even in the most serious situations
- can be romantic if he wants to, but that's usually earlier in the relationship when he's trying to court and impress you. but sometimes he takes you out on a super fancy date.
- flakey but loyal. he'll disappear every now and then, but should always come back
- sometimes its more like you're his parent than his partner LOL he's very immature, lots of scolding
- LOVES PDA. he HAS to be touching you, no matter what. in public and in private. even if it's something simple like handholding, but usually it's a lotttt more than that. he also gives really good hugs and kisses.
- controlling and possessive. cuts people's necks with flying cards if they even glance your way.
- sometimes starts drama in your life, such as a death of a loved one or an intense fight with a friend just so you'll go running to him for comfort. does it for his own amusement and so that you'll build a dependency on him. i think he likes to be needed by u
- his toenails scratch u in bed and he refuses to cut them because he's petty. also learned how to snore loudly and sleep with his eyes open just to freak u the fuck out
❦ nsfw:
- kinky ass mother fucker 😭
- switch, but leans towards dom because he likes to physically dominate you. tbh doesn't really matter to him as long as he's in control
- likes pretty much everything and has done pretty much everything
- butttt some specifics that come to mind when i think of hisoka are brat-taming, marking, and corruption.
- likes to make you THINK you're in control by giving you options, but he's always in charge
- you could hurl any insult at him and snap at him, but he'd still have that sweet smile on his face with sharp words to contrast
- "make me hisoka. you wouldn't."
- "oh but i would, and i will. ♡"
- he LOVES LOVES LOVES marking. part of his pda in a way, like making sure the public knows you two are together just by looking at your neck.
- he likes to bite, and would love it if you did too.
- his long ass nails scratch your back and leave scars, and would love if you did the same to him. he'd pay for your manicures and acrylics just so you could claw the fuck out of his back in return.
- because of this he often goes around (even in public) in small shirts that expose his back and neck, or sometimes even without a shirt just so he can show off. and he encourages you to do the same hehe
- it's very easy to excite him. just small things you do get him all wound up. biting your lip, making faces, sighing, even just slightly adjusting yourself and he's pouncing on you dtf.
- foreplay either takes forever or no time at all depending on how patient he's feeling. if he's been craving you, he won't hold himself back because he knows he can't take it slow. and yet he tries, he tries to savor you, he tries to breathe in every inch of you, he tries to take it slow, but he can't. especially not with you.
- sucker for virgins and people who are inexperienced. of course, he wouldn't mind if you were experienced (and if you were just as experienced as him he'd love it), but just the amount of control he has in corrupting someone turns him on to the max.
- corruption goes hand in hand with his brat-taming kink too.
- aftercare usually goes like this: you two laying in his jizz for a few minutes trying to catch your breaths (unless one or more of u are literally passed out) -> bathing together -> changing sheets and just cleaning up in general -> cuddling, snacking, and talking until you fall asleep. <3
i feel like i've talked abt how he would be in a relationship in other posts such as my what the adulttrio need in a relationship, kinds of gifts, and in an argument so i kept it pretty short. there might be some repeating since i honestly don't have much to say abt hisoka since my interpretation of his character is quite straightforward loll. but i hope you enjoyed! <3 my requests are always open.
masterlist
339 notes · View notes
soft-mafia · 20 days
Text
My clown/jester fucker spectrum
Tumblr media Tumblr media
79 notes · View notes