#hisoka x reader
Don’t Let Go (Hisoka) The Dummies Guide to Relationships
- Genre: Fluff
- Word Count: 384
- Pairing: Reader x Hisoka
- World: Hunter x Hunter
When she pushes or hits you…
grab her and don’t let go.
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“You’re such an ass, Hisoka. Everything is one big game to you,” you scowled, glaring at the red-headed male on the other side of the hotel room. He simply chuckled in reply, leaning against the wall as he watched her closely, nothing but a fluffy white towel around his waist. “You’re so damn infuriating!”
“And yet you haven’t left me,” he laughed that creepy little laugh of his, pushing off the wall and closing the distance between the two of you. “I wonder why that is.”
You scoffed, eyes narrowing at him. “Don’t get cocky, I can leave whenever the hell I want to.” To prove your point, you shoved past him, heading for the door with the full intention of leaving, at least for a little bit. Being locked up in the same room with him for so long was driving you up a wall and you needed a break.
Hisoka didn’t miss a beat, roughly pulling you back against his naked chest, arms secure around your waist and nose buried in your hair. You tried your hardest to pull yourself from his grip, but he was much stronger than you and you knew it was fruitless unless he chose to release you.
“Let go of me.”
“No.”
You could hear the pout in his voice and you rolled your eyes, pinching his arm with your nails but it had the opposite effect, his grip tightening. “I’m serious, Hisoka. Let go.”
“Don’t leave.” His voice was so soft, so vulnerable, that you almost didn’t hear it and you had to question if you had heard him right. “Please.”
It was rare for him to show this side of himself to you, not wanting to appear weak even to you, and it made your heart melt. He was an infuriating male and you oftentimes wondered if he actually loved you or if he was just playing with you for his own damn amusement but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t love him. He had fully captured your heart, whether he meant to or not. With a huff of defeat, you let yourself lean back against him, his body relaxing at the movement.
“You’re such a pain in the ass,” you muttered, earning a chuckle in reply.
“I’m your pain in the ass.”
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I don’t need a prince on a white horse, what I need is this gay clown on a carousel
My Brother (Part 4)
Hisoka x Reader x Chrollo
Synopsis: Being dragged to heavens arena was always a fun time, especially when you were able to watch your lover fight. Things were going well until you saw Gon, and then things began to crumble.
The buzzing in your pocket was going unnoticed by you but not by the white-haired boy beside you. He looked over at you with furrowed brows, for the first time since the fight between Gon and Hisoka started did he truly notice your disheveled state. Your hair was messy, your eyes wide, your face pale, you looked as if you had seen a ghost…
Killua was beginning to worry…
“Hey, your phone is buzzing” he coughed out in an angry tone as if he was annoyed by your tearful eyes glued to the fight below. You turned to look at him before fishing out the phone in your pocket, tilting it away from Killua in case it was who you thought it was.
‘I’m having the troop members meet up on September 1st, will you be okay till then?’
The sound of the crowd grew quiet around you as the only sound you could hear was the rushing of your own blood in your ears. September 1st… It was close, but it wasn’t now. No, you needed Chrollo here now. This fight had to stop… It had to!
“Hey!”
You slammed shut your phone before turning once more to a slightly worried Killua. You knew Hisoka better than anyone here, your worry spoke volumes to how much danger Gon was in and it made him panic. Forcing a smile to your lips, you shoved your phone back into your pocket. “Hey! Sorry, got distracted” you giggled out pathetically, telling yourself over and over again that he was reading you like a book and that you had to be careful. Turning back to the fight, you took a deep breath… Hisoka wouldn’t kill Gon.
Not right now at least.
The fight ended with Gon being pummeled and with Hisoka walking free without a scratch on his body. To say it angered you was an understatement, but what angered you more was the fact that his eyes were on you the entire time. It felt like mocking… But it wasn’t, it almost felt like desire. A shiver rippled through you as you came up to Gon in bed, damp cloth in your clutches as you sat beside him. Gon stirred a bit as Killua came in, at the sight of Gon waking up, Killua hastily made his way over.
“Hey Killua, I was just-”
“ARE YOU AN IDIOT!?
A smile flew to your lips as Killua began scolding Gon for all of the mistakes he made, you knew he meant well, even if he was a terrifying 12-year-old. Deciding to get some fresh air, you stepped out of the room and headed towards the doors. More importantly, you wanted to hear his voice.
Your heart skipped a beat at the thought of him, calm and composed, your true safe space-
Something tugged on your arm, stopping in your tracks as your blood ran cold. "I went easy on him you know” your hand mindlessly caressed the phone in your pocket, wanting nothing more than to have the man you were just thinking of beside you. “Easy is a funny word… Mind letting me go” you replied cooly, eyes floating slowly over towards the man leaning against the wall.
Hisoka was looking back at you with hunger in his eyes, and you knew what that meant. He always loved fighting, loved it a little too much. “I dont want to. Not again” he cooed out, finger flicking up to yank you towards him. Your hand grabbed the phone as you stumbled towards him, finger hitting the speed dial button for Chrollos number.
Hisoka caught you in his embrace, arms wrapping tightly around you as he nuzzled his face in your neck. “I do adore you” he purred against your clammy skin, tongue sticking out to lick up the salty sweat. You tried to cock your head from him and managed to choke out a 'Please let me go Hisoka’. You felt your phone vibrate, signaling the call had ended and you felt relief flood your veins when Hisoka’s phone began to rang.
He let out a groan before letting you go to get his own phone.
“It’s the boss-”
“Oh good. Tell him I said hi. I gotta go” you blurted out, finally catching your breath as you backed away from him. He sent a glare your way but let you go regardless. “I’ll see you again my dear”
You gulped before turning and rushing back upstairs.
“And next time, I won’t let you go”
Old Fling
Hisoka Marrow x Freecss!Reader
Synopsis: The hunter exam committee allowed you to ‘retake’ the hunter exam with your brother for their own personal reasons, but you didn’t expect to run across Hisoka… Your old fling from 5 years ago.
Trying to guide Gon and the two other boys to the correct spot was tough as it was, but finally, you had managed to all make it to the exam site. Your eyes scanned the group, looking for the target assigned to you by Netero himself. It wasn’t allowed for a hunter to retake the exam, but Netero trusted that you would be able to track down a potential murderer while hiding behind your “I’m here to help my brother” façade.
“Y/n! Who are you looking for?” Gon asked excitedly, but the look you shot him told him to quiet down. He didn’t know why you insisted on coming with him, he also knew that it wasn’t allowed to retake the exam once you’ve passed, but he didn’t mind. He was just happy to have you by his side.
Your smile was forced as you cocked your head down at him, “Nothing Gon. Just looking around.” He wasn’t yet aware of the dangers around him, something that reminded you of how naive he could be still even at this age. “First time?” your eyebrows shot upwards as a fat man jumped down from the ledge. He looked familiar, but couldn’t quite put your finger on who he was or where you had seen him from.
The boys began to talk with this man, while you once again let your eyes drift among the crowd. You hadn’t noticed that the man handed them drinks until he shook the can in front of your face, “You seem a little distracted, something on your mind?” Your eyes narrowed at the man’s words, alarms ringing in your mind as you took the drink from him without another word. Opening it with the others, you took a sniff of it to see if it was poisoned. Your nose crinkled in disgust and you lowered it to alert the others but Gon beat you to it, spitting it out.
“Hey Mr. Tonpa, I think your drinks went bad!”
Your eyes narrowed further as you knocked the can from Gon’s fingers, crushing your own as you stepped towards Tonpa in anger. Tonpa stumbled back with hands raised in defense, blubbering about how sorry he was and that he had no idea, but you knew he was lying.
Before you could rip into him for trying to poison your brother, a scream echoed through the room. “My… How unusual” your eyes widened at the sound of his voice, head slowly turning towards the scene unfolding across the room. “Seems this poor man’s arms have turned into flower petals… Now you see them, now you don’t”
Gon gasped beside you, eyes snapping to you to see what your reaction was, but it wasn’t something he expected. Your skin had grown pale, eyes wide but not filled with fear… “You should be more careful… And do apologize if you bump into someone”
Murmuring filled the air as Hisoka walked deeper into the group, many moving to make way for the psychopath coming through. Tonpa began to talk, but all you heard was a ringing in your ears… He was the murderer…
But he was also your ex.
Whos Your Family? (Part 2)
Illumi Zoldyck x Reader
Synopsis: The moment you met Killua and Gon, you instantly grew attached and saw them as your little brothers. But you didn’t realize that one could one day be your actual baby brother.
Song: The Winds of Change by Ghostemane (Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sMS3OW9v0CM&list=OLAK5uy_ntaevp7CBL85AiUuVACLmKXSxVhLRUyfc&index=7)
Part 1Part 2
His eyes were on you the entire time you were on the boat, but you did your best to avoid him. After learning why he was really here, you broke off from him. Killua didn’t deserve to be hunted like some animal, especially not by his big brother. “Hey, Y/n… That creepy guy with the needles is staring at you again?” Gon whispered up at you anxiously, ah, so you weren’t the only one that noticed… Wonderful.
“Hmmm? Gittarackur? He’s harmless” your lying was getting better you sadly admitted to yourself. Years of being with Illumi had trained you for moments like this. However, you felt like you were drowning under his angry gaze. If Killua hadn’t yet figured out who you were, he surely would if Illumi ever slipped up and showed himself. The way Illumi was looking at you made it seem like you were tied to this strange character known as Gittarackur. “Hey! You want me to finish him off for you? I was trained for this stuff ya know” Killua chimed in loudly, causing your eyes to widen as you shook your head violently down at him.
Damn Zoldycks, always wanting to kill something.
“No no, not necessary.” Your smile was forced and it only caused Killua to stiffen further as he shot a glare back to Gittarackur. “Its really no problem-”
“Alright, everyone! We are coming up to the island!”
You let out a sigh of relief as Killua and Gon’s attention was brought away from Illumi’s stare on you. For the most part, you had been avoiding Illumi like the plague, but this new phase of the exam would surely bring you two back together. “Fuck me” you whispered out angrily as the island came into view. It wasn’t very big, but it looked like it had a lot of hiding places, which seemed good at first.
Until you remembered that your ex was an assassin trained for the hunt.
You chanced a glance towards Illumi but were happy to see that his attention was on the island as well. You wondered what he was thinking about… Obviously, it was nothing good or humane, but you had a small sliver of hope that it wasn’t anything terrible against you.
Pfft, what a white lie.
“Worried?” You nearly jumped out of your skin as an arm encircled your waist. “Hisoka” you whispered out, eyes wide as you looked around you to see if anyone noticed. “I think we need to have a little chat. You see, Illumi is quite distracted and not much fun thanks to you…” His purr was menacing and normally, you wouldn’t feel threatened by the clown thanks to Illumi. But now that Illumi was out of the way…
“What do you want? I did nothing wrong” you snarled back, eyes glued onto Gon and Killua as they moved further away from you both. You were thankful considering Hisoka would kill them both in an instance with no hesitation. His fingers traced your side almost lovingly as he nuzzled his nose into your ear, “I just want to have some fun is all” your stomach did a somersault at the thought of what he wanted to do for fun. “Go have fun somewhere else… Or else I’ll-”
“Or else you’ll what?? You’re defenseless without Illumi”
Your eyes instinctively flicked to Illumi, and for some reason, you were hoping he’d be looking your way, but he wasn’t. Hisoka began peppering kisses down your neck, arms tightening around you, stopping you from escaping. “Trust me. I’m no fun either right now” you admitted shamefully, not liking the fact that being away from Illumi was also dragging you down. “Then let me light up your day, hmmm? You want to play with me, little one?”
You opened your mouth to respond, but the lady at the front of the boat called for everyone to step forward. Hisoka reluctantly let you go before pushing past, “Don’t worry little dove… I’m not done with you yet. After all, we will be stuck on this island for seven days, might as well make the most out of it”
You swallowed the thick lump forming in your throat, fear rising in your chest as you took in just how alone you were in this. Sighing, you began to walk towards the front of the boat, feeling slightly on edge from the altercation you just encountered. One thing that you didn’t notice, however, was that Illumi had his eyes on you from the start of it.
You just didn’t catch him at the right time.
*3 days later*
Getting the badges was easy, far easier than you expected it to be. However, the feeling of unease only grew within you as you slowed down to take in your surroundings. Where was Hisoka? He had to be nearby, after all, he was interested in having ‘fun’ with you, whatever the hell that meant. A tree branch snapped to your right and it felt as if your heart lept into your throat from fear. Nothing emerged though. Cocking your head, you began to walk towards the sound, Illumi had taught you many things, and being a ballsy idiot was one of them.
Just as you reached the treeline, a card flew beside your head and a loud gasp came from behind you as it hit its mark. You stood in shock, did he just… Save you? “You should be more careful” he commented slyly as he emerged from the shadows, walking past you to gather his bloody card from the person’s neck. You finally got the urge to move, turning swiftly to take in who it was that Hisoka killed.
“Oh… He was coming for his badge,” you muttered out, hand coming up to scratch at your neck in the same place where the man was sliced. Hisoka picked up the card before turning back to you, “Oh? And you knew he was behind you?”
You shook your head sheepishly, not wanting to admit that you were more on edge from running into Hisoka than any lowlife following you. He clicked his tongue mockingly, “Illumi wouldn’t be happy to hear that-”
“Illumi has nothing to do with this” you snapped out, finally tired of his stupid obsession with Illumi. It always made you jealous, but Illumi wouldn’t give your anxious thoughts the time of day. Hisoka smirked at your anger, you always looked so cute when you were angry.
“Tell me. Do you miss him?”
Your eyebrows furrowed at the question, it was strange, to say the least, but nothing shocked you anymore when it came to Hisoka. He walked towards you, bloody card in hand as if trying to scare you further into submission. You backed up the closer he got before your back hit a tree, fuck.
“I think you do… I think you miss him more than you’d like to” he purred out, the bloody card now being used to trace your neck. You nearly gagged at the wet liquid being spread along your skin, but you tried your hardest to stay strong. You didn’t have Illumi anymore, he wasn’t going to save you.
A hiss fell from your lips as the card bit into your skin, your own blood mixing with the man’s on the white edge of the Joker. “Oops, cut a little too deep…” Hisoka hummed sultrily as his other hand trailed down your side and to your backside. You let out a yelp as he grabbed a handful of ass, cheeks heating up in embarrassment at the way he manhandled you. Illumi never did this with you… He was much more reserved with his touches, so this felt…
Foreign.
“Why are you messing with me” you squeaked out as he yet again gripped you like a toy, smiling wildly at the way your body was reacting to him. He pulled the card away, tongue going to the edge to lick off the blood. “Because I’ve waited for this moment, and I want to break you”
“Illumi won’t like that” you sputtered out boldly, but that boldness shriveled away as he let out a dry laugh. “Oh darling, Illumi doesn’t care about you anymore, therefore, I can do what I want-”
Another branch snapped, causing your head to snap towards the shadows where it came from. Hisoka rolled his eyes, why was everyone trying to ruin his fun. However, his sour emotion didn’t last long as he took in the blood lust hitting him with full force. Your stomach turned in angst as you too felt it throughout your entire being. You knew this bloodlust, knew it because you hated it, always asking him to tone it down when you were near as it made you nauseous. “Hello Illumi, care to join us?”
“Lumi” your voice was soft and he knew right away that you were scared. His bloodlust emerged from the forest before you caught sight of him. His dark eyes were glued to the way Hisoka was holding you, anger radiating off of him in thick, heavy waves. “Let her go Hisoka” he stated firmly. Despite the way he looked, Illumi was anything but calm and composed. If he would have known that letting you drift too far would result in this, he would have locked you down further. His goal was to protect you, who cares that he was hunting his brother… However, as Illumi watched Hisoka’s hand grip you tighter, he decided that he would give up anything to have you safely back in his embrace.
But would you believe him?
Hisoka’s wild smile had Illumi on edge, what was he planning? He knew Hisoka had been following you for days now, it was because he was following Hisoka for days now as well. He wanted, no, needed to make sure you were safe without him by your side. “Lu” you whimpered out again as Hisoka drug your body into his, holding you flush against him as he let his hand wander around your body. “C'mon, I just want to have fun-”
“Not with her. She’s off-limits and you know that” Illumi snarled out, pins appearing in his fingers as he cocked his head at Hisoka mockingly. Hisoka laughed darkly at the sight of Illumis needles, “You think those are gonna stop me from-”
A whizzing sound filled the air as something struck your neck. You let out a yelp, hand flying to the object as you numbly tried to take it out. Hisoka gripped you with one arm as he turned with 5 cards ready in his free hand. As Hisoka released his cards, Illumis needles flew as well toward the assailant. A grunt and slicing sound came from the shadows, alerting all three of you that he was taken care of. “I don’t feel good” you whimpered, your eyes becoming droopy as you leaned into Hisokas embrace. Stronger arms wrapped around you, pulling you from Hisoka into another more familiar hold.
“Go find the antidote on the man’s body” Illumi snarled out as he lowered you to the ground. Your arms circled around Illumi’s neck, whimpers flowing from your lips as you felt like the world was spinning. “W-what did he shoot me with Lu” you cried out, hands shaking against his pale flesh as you tried to capture his features in case this was your last moment on earth.
“Hisoka” Illumi called out anxiously as he watched your eyes droop more and more. “I got it. I think it’s just a tranquilizer dart.” He muttered out as he squatted beside you. Illumi pulled your arms away from him as he reached for the antidote in Hisokas hands, only to have Hisoka pull away.
“Hisoka. Give it to me” Illumi’s hair stood on end, blood lust flowing from him stronger than ever before. You curled into yourself, gagging at how potent the anger was in the air. Hisoka smirked before letting Illumi take it from him. “Please calm down” you heaved out, hand coming to grasp Illumi’s bicep in the hopes that it would calm him down. Soon, the needle was pressed into your flesh, causing you to whimper in slight discomfort. “I think it will make her fall asleep” Illumi muttered to himself as he threw the syringe away. As if on command, your eyes began to grow heavier than before, but your hands were still trying to find purchase on Illumi.
“I don’t want to die” you cried out weakly. Hisoka rolled his eyes at the scene before him, hating how soft his assassin friend had become because of some stupid girl. “You won’t die. I’ll be here when you wake up” Illumi stated bluntly, hand brushing back your hair as he repositioned you so you were laying your head on his lap. He let you snuggle into his stomach, hand still going through your hair in an attempt to lull you to sleep like he normally does. “Promise?” you whispered out.
“Always”
My Brother (Part 5)
Hisoka x Reader x Chrollo
(I’ll add the other part links tomorrow… for now go to my page and search My Brother )
Synopsis: Being dragged to heavens arena was always a fun time, especially when you were able to watch your lover fight. Things were going well until you saw Gon, and then things began to crumble.
Song: The Singularity: https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=gjaxzZJY_xY&feature=share
A/n: it’s been awhile babies. Let’s hope I still have some magic to give
You took a deep breath as you exited the hotel. The close call with Hisoka left you shaking and you tried your best to calm your nerves as you stumbled down the sidewalk. He was everywhere around you. In your nose. On your skin. In your hair. Everything was Hisoka, and Hisoka was everything.
You stopped at a crosswalk, heart thudding violently as you waited for the signal to change. Why were you going out again? There was a reason before you ran into him… It didn’t matter anymore, you thought as the light changed, you just needed him.
Not the clown magician, but the spider that haunted you all the same. In no time, you found yourself at the doors of the warehouse. Only a few spiders were inside, and surely Hisoka wouldn’t be there… You did just see him of course.
Sighing, you pushed open the heavy door, lightly grunting at the pressure on your palms. You felt the eyes on you before you saw them, but it didn’t stop the shudder ripping through you when you locked eyes with each of them. There in the middle of the large room sat 5 of the spiders. You weren’t sure where the rest were, but you weren’t complaining. Your e/c eyes lifted towards the ledge, landing on the dark figure amongst the shadows. “Y/n?” One spider called out, shock evident in their voice as you walked confidently past them.
No one moved to stop you for two reasons. For one, they knew you were harmless. And for the main reason, the big man in the shadows hadn’t said anything to sick them on you. “Chrollo” you called out pitifully, voice hoarse and full of tears. The spiders looked wide eyed at one another before once more gluing them to your figure. Chrollo shifted in the shadows before closing his book.
Silence hung heavy in the air, no one daring to move or speak in fear of breaking the tightly wound coil. Finally, Chrollo leaned more into the light cascading in front of himself, allowing you to see his stoic face amongst the darkness. It was then that you grew aware of your surroundings.
These people were murderers… Sure Chrollo was also a murderer, but he wouldn’t hurt you… But these people…. Your eyes scanned the eyes of those around you as you curled into yourself, quite uncomfortable with how they were looking at you. “That’s enough” Chrollo called out, immediately sensing your distress by the slight movements of you curling into yourself. “Boss… Is she allowed to be-”
Chrollos book snapping shut silenced the spider as he set it down and stood up. His hand motioned for you to follow him and you quietly and quickly followed after the raven haired man, happy to get away from the others. Your mind began reeling again… What was it you were here for again?
Your mind began to spiral and the hopelessness began to fill your aching bones once more. Part of your sick mind and heart yearned for Hisoka for comfort and safety. Would Chrollo be able to provide the same thing? You were led into a room, his room apparently.
The door shut behind you, but you stood there in silence shaking in pure agony. You felt so lost without Hisoka. It was as if you were going through withdrawals. You let out a tiny gasp as Chrollos arms encircled your waist. His lips connected with your neck as he lightly peppered your skin with sweet kisses. You leaned into his embrace, for once forgetting about Hisoka and his hold on you… Maybe trying a different drug would help ease the withdrawal…
There was only one way to find out.
Hero or Villain
@ravenina14requested:
HXH Illumi x female reader with a personality and ability like black widow from The Avengers
AND
HXH Hisoka x female reader with a personality and ability like Harley Quinn from DC
A/N: I hope you like it!!! Illumi’s was hard to write and I probably didn’t portray black widow like you wanted but Hisokas… HISOKA’S WAS SO FUN!!!!
Illumi Zoldyck
Your legs wrapped swiftly around the man’s neck and you didn’t waste any time twisting them to break his neck. The loud crunch was satisfying as you fell with him to the ground. His body made a loud thud right as you rolled away and towards Illumi who stood on the sidelines watching you work.
“Excellent work my love” Illumi called out casually as if you hadn’t just murdered a man before his very eyes. You smiled at him, heart racing as you moved towards him, the sound of your leather pants crinkling as you walked. Your outfit was skin-tight and black, allowing you to blend into the shadows around you.
Once upon a time, you were a hero, that was until you fell in love with an assassin. Now you would consider yourself the anti-hero. “I owe it all thanks to you” you purred out, hand grazing up his chest as you leaned into his body. The gold pins rubbed against your fingers before resting against your forearm as you cupped his neck lovingly.
He stood still as you leaned up to capture his lips in yours. He bit back a groan as you bit his lip, “Don’t think your training isn’t over” he whispered out as you pulled away. You nodded obediently, thankful for this opportunity that would bring you and Illumi closer. You felt like a soldier under his every command, and you had to admit that you loved it.
“Thank you for giving me this purpose in life” you whispered out, causing the black-haired man to grin almost robotically.
“Of course, you will be the perfect assassin… And one day you will have the last name of Zoldyck to prove that”
Hisoka Morow
Your giggle echoed in the forest, your bat bouncing along your shoulder as you skipped towards Hisoka. Hisoka stood from his spot, arms opening wide for you to run into the closer you got. Slamming into his chest, you dropped the bat and embraced him tightly, twisting your body with his to deepen the hug. “Oh Honey how I missed you!!!” You squealed out into the trees surrounding you, pulling back, you began to pepper his face with kisses, not paying any mind to the blood that was splattered all over him.
“Did ya have fun killin all those men?” you cooed out, stepping back from his embrace to finally take in the scene around you. Bodies were littered everywhere, blood flowing from their necks where Hisoka’s card had cut them. “I did, and you?” Hisoka purred out, hand rubbing up and down your arm as you picked up your bat from the ground.
“Tots! Knocked out every single one of em! They were comin for my badge but don’t ya worry honey, they didn’t get their pretty little fingers on my badge for more than a millisecond.” Your proud grin made Hisoka smile widely, proud that you could handle your own without him. Hisoka bent down, kissing the spade shape painted on your left cheek before moving to your right and pressing a kiss on the diamond shape painted on your right cheek. “You are just so cute after you’ve killed some people darling… what do you say we do it some more?”
Hisoka’s dick
Guys this had been sitting in my drafts begging to be wrote, okay - I had to.
Warnings: if the title hasn’t told you already… cum inflation, descriptive mentions of dick, slight mention of breeding.
I’m doing everyone, I’m going to have dick headcanons for every male [of age] character I write for tysn.
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- Hisoka’s dick is the prettiest thing, measuring at 8-9 inches, uncut, and a girth wide enough you struggle to wrap your pretty little lips around it- he’s proud of it, the fact his dick is big enough for you to choke on.
- His dick is quite pale, making it easy to see all of the veins: there is one larger vein leading from the top-side of the base up, slowing wrapping around to the underside of his dick. The tip is a pretty bubblegum pink - spongy against your tongue, he loves when you place soft kisses on it.
- When erect, it curves a tiny bit to the left - perfect for when he’s fucking you, able to reach every spot and more.
- As for grooming and hygiene, Hisoka is hairless everywhere and I mean everywhere. Not a speck of hair to be seen, but he doesn’t care if his partner has any. His dick taste like clean skin, nothing special about the smell either - he uses a scentless sensitive skin soap to wash.
- Hisoka’s balls are average in looks, heavy and round and produce enough cum to flood your insides. If his goal is to breed you, it only takes one round to reach it - but don’t be fooled, Hisoka can last hours, cum enough to create a little bulge in your belly.
MASTERLIST
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summary: dabi is on the run from the cops when you just happened to leave your window open.
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summary: you unknowingly spilled coffee on one of the world’s most notorious criminal masterminds, completely destroying an old book he had just acquired. to apologize, you insist on at least repaying him by lending your copy of the book you’d ruined.
summary: it had become easier over the years to keep your feelings for your boss hidden, but when he assigns you to pose as his date during a mission it suddenly becomes much, much harder.
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summary: you thought that as a member of the phantom troupe you were supposed to be smarter than this, yet here you were betting against hisoka. everyone knew that hisoka was a master at poker, cards were his weapon after all, but you couldn’t resist wagering one more bet on a drinking game.
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summary: after barely escaping death at the jaws of a night creature, you find sanctuary in a dreary old castle seemingly in the middle of nowhere, and unknowingly land yourself in the care of a being you couldn’t have ever expected to take pity on a human like you.
—THE BET
summary: you thought that as a member of the phantom troupe you were supposed to be smarter than this, yet here you were betting against hisoka. everyone knew that hisoka was a master at poker, cards were his weapon after all, but you couldn’t resist wagering one more bet on a drinking game.
w/c: 4587
tags: dubcon, drunk sex, creampie, blood kink, hate sex, begging, brat taming
a/n: this originally started as a chrollo oneshot, you can kinda tell from how the opening paragraph is about him, but once i started writing the poker game i was like “okay no i gotta make this its own thing,” and because of that decision we now have loose ends getting ch.3 rn :) also no, i couldn’t help but kinda reference phantom of the opera cause it slaps and nobody can tell me otherwise. also, no, before anyone asks, this is a oneshot. it aint getting a sequel.
big thanks to the lovely miss @sealedrosewater for beta reading this clownfucking nightmare.
The heist had gone off without a hitch, Chrollo’s plan worked like a charm and before the night was out you had all flawlessly extracted each and every one of the gilded texts being held in the museum. You still remembered the childlike gleam in your boss’ eyes as he ran his fingers over the aged leather, its binding parchment laced with gold. The faintest ghost of a smile fled from his pallid lips as he admired his new conquest. It made your chest swell with pride, happy to help the man you respected so much. Besides, your cut was nothing to sneeze at.
Your rendezvous was inside a long-abandoned opera theatre where dust clung to the red velvet of the seats and the chandelier was seemingly hanging by a thread; your boss always had a flair for the dramatics. Once all members of the spider had finished reconvening at the empty theatre to gather their spoils it wasn’t long before someone, probably Uvogin, brought out the drinks. Nobunaga had already begun nursing a rum and coke, all while Feitan kept turning down Shal’s insistence to “Just try some, Fei,” Even Shizuku cracked open one of the ice-cold bottles, knocking back an impressive swig. As soon as you saw Machi pulling out a deck of cards you knew you had to stay for the after party.
Unfortunately, the same couldn’t be said of your leader. He’d gone to his room with the book you recovered tucked under his arm. A few other members who couldn’t be bothered took after your leader and went off to whichever side room they’d stashed a futon in the week prior; the Phantom Troupe’s equivalent of picking out a bedroom. A shame, really. You’d seen Feitan drunk once before and it was truly a sight to behold.
You sat crosslegged on the wooden floor, watching your comrades slowly get comfortable for a night of fun. Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat above you, looking up to see Pakunoda with a soft smile on her face and an opened beer in her outstretched hand.
“Paku, have I ever told you how much I love you?” You couldn’t help but shower the woman with praise. She had been the one who recommended you to Chrollo after all, and she served as your mentor for your first few months until you found your feet.
She scoffed at the compliment, “Far too much,”
Sticking your tongue out playfully at the mindreader, you took a deep sip of beer, enjoying the familiar taste. Paku sat down beside you and it wasn’t long before the two of you were drinking shoulder to shoulder.
“Machi! Deal us in,” You raised your drink to the transmuter and she flicked two cards towards you both.
Scooting away from Paku, you quickly scanned the cards you’d received before pressing them face down. A queen and an ace. Not great, but not awful either.
The others had formed a haphazard circle, each glancing at their cards with an unreadable poker face. Well, all except Hisoka, who seemed pleased as punch with whatever hand he’d been dealt. Silently, Nobunaga took out two coins and threw them into the center— the Troupe’s house rules counting it to be equivalent to 2 billion jenny.
“Call,” you answered, matching the swordsman’s bet with an unreadable expression on your face.
“Oh? Well then, I’ll raise you,” Hisoka purred, pushing five extra chips into the pot without breaking his gaze from yours.
‘What was he planning?’ That smug look of his just made you want to win that much more. The same seemed to be true of everyone else, each calling the clown’s bet in a row. After all, to a member of the Phantom Troupe, five billion jenny wasn’t that much of a loss.
When Machi turned up the first three cards your heart skipped a beat. Two queens and a seven. Winning a round of poker against some of the smartest criminals the world had ever known was an uphill battle, seeing as how you’d been a member for years without winning a single game.
‘Three of a kind already… what should I do?’ Your face was as stone-cold as before, even with the excitement bubbling in your gut. As nonchalantly as you could, you raised another two billion. At that, Uvo and Shizuku both folded, the enhancer grumbling with a disappointed frown.
“I hope you don’t mind, but I haven’t got enough coins~” Hisoka slapped down a twenty, and a chorus of annoyed groans broke out like a choir, the abandoned theatre’s acoustics amusingly echoed the loud noises of displeasure.
After that little stunt only three others remained: Pakunoda, who’s facade hadn’t cracked all game, Nobunaga, who was glaring daggers at Hisoka, and the aforementioned magician holding up his cards in front of him like a child playing for the first time.
All three of you matched his bet, but none were happy about it. As Machi flipped over the fourth card you found yourself holding your breath. Not because you particularly cared about the money at stake, but because you felt closer to a victory than you had in months. The caricature of a medieval jester being illuminated under the light made you dig your nails into the palm of your hand.
Joker. That meant you had four queens.
It never felt harder to fight a smile off your face than in that moment. Without betraying your excitement, you called, and to your surprise so did Hisoka. Was he bluffing? Or did he have something else in mind? Nobunaga took a deep breath, knocking back the rest of his drink before calling alongside Pakunoda.
All eyes were on the card beneath Machi’s fingertips, the seconds it took to turn the paper on its head filled the theatre with a suspense liable to bring its fragile walls to the ground.
An eight of hearts. Oh well, no big deal.
Nobunaga muttered a curse under his breath, revealing a simple jack and ten of the same suit. Pakunoda was unreadable when she showed the pair of kings she held in her hands. She must’ve thought that the three of a kind would’ve won her the game. The smile on your face felt sweeter after holding it in the whole round, and Nobunaga rolled his eyes when he saw your hand, pushing the pot towards you.
“Well, look at that~” Your victory was interrupted by Hisoka’s insufferable tone, the cards he held up making your jaw drop.
A nine and a jack of hearts. A straight flush.
“That’sbullshit!” You cried, enraged over the loss. It wasn’t even that you cared so much about losing, It only mattered because you lost to him. In an instant you had summoned your nen into the palms of your hands, ready to lunge at the clown when Pakunoda grasped your shoulders, holding you back. Sometimes you forgot how much brute strength was hidden under that pantsuit.
“Just flip a coin, don’t give him what he wants.” Your first reaction was to ignore her, squirming against her iron grip to try and get to Hisoka, who was dramatically scooping allyour winnings into his arms.
Uvogin tossed yet another empty beer can over his head, “C’mon Paku, I say let ‘em fight,”
“I concur~” The magician chirped, dramatically stacking each and every coin he’d won while boring his yellow eyes right into yours. His tongue parted his lips, a manic excitement hiding behind the coy expression.
Although every muscle in your body screamed at you to rip into him, you knew you wouldn’t win. He knew your abilities and you couldn’t say for certain you knew all of his.
“Never-mind,” You spat the words out at him like they tasted sour, “You’d probably get off on it anyways.”
A few laughs from the peanut gallery followed your words and Hisoka shrugged, the intense bloodlust from a few seconds ago vanishing as if he’d changed his mind about fighting you on a whim. “You may be right, darling,” your face scrunched up at the nickname you knew he only used to get on your nerves, which it did. “but what if we played a different game?”
Despite how badly you just wanted to ignore him and laugh the night away with all but one of your comrades, you couldn’t turn down the idea of a rematch. Your pride wasn’t nothing to you. “What kind of game?” You asked hesitantly.
He hummed, standing up from the towers of coin he’d made, sauntering over to the cooler of drinks Franklin had provided. After digging around the cold box he pulled out a bottle of fruity tequila and two empty shot glasses.
Your eyes narrowed at the “innocent” smile on his face, looking over to Pakunoda for reassurance.
“You’ll kill him if he spikes my drink, right?” You asked your mentor, who nodded resolutely.
Paku was staring at Hisoka like she was already thinking of ten different ways how to kill him. After sizing him up she flashed you a reassuring nod, “Without question.”
Resolute in your decision, you marched forward, snatching one of the shot glasses from his hand. The stage lights shone above him, making his eyes gleam like the plastic gloss of a doll.
“Shall we begin, then?”
You raised an eyebrow, “What are the rules first?”
He waved his hand in the air, brushing it off, “Nothing too complex, I assure you. The first one who taps out will lose. The loser will do something for the winner. That’s all.”
You still weren’t convinced it could be that simple. “What’s the catch?”
That smirk from before returned to his painted face and he suddenly leaned forward, feeling far too close for comfort. Still, you didn’t step away, your face expressionless as he whispered into your ear. If you did you felt like he’d somehow win whatever stand-still the two of you had on.
“If I lose, I’ll leave the Phantom Troupe,” You reeled away, stunned at his declaration.
Being accepted into the Troupe was the best moment of your life, it always would be. When you looked into the mirror at the tattoo that curled under your ribcage you felt such a warm swell of pride. You couldn’t imagine throwing it all away over some drinking game.
“And…” You blinked rapidly, trying to collect yourself, “If I lose?”
The laugh that echoed from his chest was far from reassuring.
The evening slowly ran into the early morning, each of the other Troupe members wandering off eventually in varying stages of drunkenness. Even Pakunoda headed off to bed after confirming that Hisoka hadn’t spiked your drinks with anything other than a strawberry vodka base. It was unnerving at first, to be completely alone with Omokage’s replacement. Luckily his tastes ran strong, and your vision was spinning before your knew it.
“Match.” Another shot went down your throats, the taste disgustingly sweet, and you watched as his Adam’s apple tensed from the burn.
You’d long since stopped counting how many drinks you’d had, losing track once you got to the double digits. You were both using nen to reinforce yourselves, obviously, but it wasn’t infallible.
‘How is he so good at this?’ You wondered, because as the bottle ran low you started to question just what had made you so confident as to enter a bet with Hisoka in the first place.
“My dear, why not rest for a minute? At least try to enjoy each others company?” His legs were crossed, resting his hand on his palm as he not-so-subtly checked you out. It wasn’t uncommon, and certainly not unexpected from someone like him, but what you hated wasn’t just the nerve of him, but how it made you feel. His scrutiny sent chills down your spine, the unnerving edge to his tone only making you shift your thighs together to relieve some of the pressure.
“You’re the worst, Hisoka,” you knocked back two consecutive shots, unable to hide the wince it caused on your face. Good, you wanted it to sting. Anything to take your mind off the magician in front of you.
He pouted as he poured another row of drinks, “Aw, now why’s that?”
You answered his question with another, pointing towards the half-empty bottle of liquor, “Whats in this, really?”
The magician rolled his eyes, “I did pick an unopened bottle for a reason, dear, I do so want you to trust me.”
Without much fanfare he threw back four shots, over your stunned reaction.
“Just give up already, Darling~ I promise to make it worth your while,” You were reaching your limit for sure, but you were far to stubborn to give up without a fight.
“Fuck you,” you took the first of your next four shots slowly, not managing his fast pace.
He grinned a cheshire smile, “Oh, say that again, will you?”
If he were to call you out on the blush slowly spreading across your nose you’d just blame the alcohol, but the truth was that his words just egged you on even more to the point where you were almost—barely even considering…
“What do you mean, make it worth my while?”
He leaned forward like a cat, agile and silent, whispering his words against your temple, “I’ll tell you how I won that hand,” He got you, hook, line, and sinker.
“You’ll tell me how you cheated?”
Hisoka nodded, a clawed hand coming to stroke a stray piece of hair behind your ear, the action far too intimate for someone like him.
There was no way you’d win against him in this match, that much was clear from the very sober way Hisoka held himself against you, inhumanly still, so what did you have to lose?
‘Your dignity,’ A part of you answered back, but it wasn’t all that convincing. You’d left your dignity behind four shots ago.
“If I lose…”
“If you lose,” He mouthed the words into your cheek, his eyes closed in thought, “You do know what I’ve decided my prize shall be, right?” Of course you knew what he wanted. You weren’t stupid, and the way he nuzzled himself into your neck was far from subtle.
Were you actually so desperate to learn how you lost that you’d sleep with him?
No, you weren’t. But the ache between your legs was getting harder to ignore, and the idea that you could write off what you were about to do behind the excuse of gathering intel sounded like a win-win.
You dug your hands into his hair, not trying to be anything but rough, basking in the moan that spilled from his lips, breath hot against your neck before you yanked him back to meet your gaze.
“Fine. You win, Hisoka,” He smirked, and although he was on his knees he still towered over you, “so how did you cheat?”
Before you could blink his hand had wrapped around your throat, the magician slamming your head into the wood of the stage. You’d had plenty of time to block the damage with your hatsu but the action left your brain rattling inside your skull.
“I’ll tell you later,” He promised, the disorienting blur was slow to fade from the alcohol, and distantly you could feel his other hand stroke your face, his nails like filed daggers trailing over your cheekbones.
“What to do with my prize, then, hm?” He mused, tilting your head from left to right as if examining a block of wood he was about to carve. You coughed on impulse when he let go of your neck, guiding it up instead and taking both your small hands into his palm with an iron grip.
With a flick of his wrist he drew a card, the eight of hearts, seemingly out of nowhere, his nen sharpening it into a thin blade, “Don’t move,”
“Wait… Hisoka, don’t—!” You were far too late to stop him, the frigid air of the ghostly theatre rushing to meet the bare skin of your chest.
Your shirt fell to ribbons along with your bra and you thrashed desperately in his grasp, angry over the loss of your favorite top. He paid your escape attempt no mind, enraptured with the way your tits rose and fell with the timing of your breath and the way you tried to wriggle yourself free.
Still holding your hands to the floor above you, his head bent to wrap a skilled tongue around your tits, a soft sigh involuntarily falling away from you.
“I fuckin’ ha-ate you, Hisoka—ah,” His teeth bit down on your peak at the comment, peering up at you from under his fiery hair.
“Oh? Then why is it you’re moaning like a little whore?” He shifted his weight above you and you saw an opportunity.
You kicked with all your strength between his legs, pulling your knee back and shoving him off with a dig of your shoe into his stomach, “I’m not, don’t call me that shit!”
He actually loosened his grip on you clearly not intending for you to get free from his grasp, a choked sound of what you thought was pain devolving to something much more heated as he stared into you.
“You… are well worth the wait, my dear,” His bloodlust seeped out from every pore, grounding you to the spot. You could usually hold your own against someone like him but it wasn’t hard to see the disadvantage you were at.
Within a fraction of a second he was on you, twisting your waist in his clawed grasp until your ass was hiked into the air, a sharpened playing card slicing through the denim until he could rip it from your legs, yelp echoing like music in the long-silent theatre.
“Iknew you’d have some fight left in you,” He crawled forward and you started to realize why he wore exclusively baggy pants, his length hot against you through the fabric as his hips caged you in. As he began to remove that street-performer getup he always wore he’d occasionally curl his hand around your waist to mercifully tug on your ignored clit, your groans muffled and cursed, “I love it. That resilience? It just turns me on.”
You could feel your confidence fade as he tugged those sweatpants down, the weight of him grinding into your ass made all your bravado vanish.
“It will make it so much more satisfying…” He pointed his finger upwards, and suddenly your hands became magnetized to each other, no amount of struggle even budging the rubbery nen substance. “…when I breakyou.”
Without warning he slid himself inside you, hands holding your hips still as he forced your back into an arch. You couldn’t move even if you wanted to, the flailing of your bound arms useless as he shallowly began pumping his cock deeper inside you.
Your muffled curses whispered into the floor made him laugh, pulling his hand back and cruelly slapping the vulnerable flesh of your ass without a warning.
“Wh.. Why?”
“Because, darling, I want to hear you beg for me.” He pouted, teasing your clenched walls with only the tip of his slick head.
Despite the desire coursing through your veins you still had your pride in tact, “Never gonna happen, asshole.”
Gripping your hips, he dug himself into your dripping cunt as far as he could, both of you unrestrained with a moan at the feeling of his cock brushing near your cervix, your hips traitorously snapping back to meet his eager thrusts, movement near impossible as Hisoka forced you into the ground.
You cried out softly with each quick pull and stretch, only able to say his name one syllable at a time,
“Hi-so—kah…”It was hard to turn your head to the side from his brutal pace but somehow you manage, craning yourself in order to see him; His head was thrown back with a sheer bliss softening his glistening skin, his eyes closed and lips parted. The sight made your keening grow louder, the simple image of him losing himself in your twitching pussy sending a wave of slick dripping around his length.
He must’ve felt your gaze on him because soon enough his was staring at you, his pupils blown wide with desire in a way that made them look like a sun eclipsed, black outlined with a ring of fiery gold.
All at once his hips froze, digging his cock so far as to leave an indent in your pelvis. For a confused second you thought he’d finished, but his gaze was cruel and focused, his lips in a smirk, and you felt no more full than you had a moment ago. He was doing this on purpose.
“Wait, no-nono, wh..y?” You hiccuped, taking his break as a moment to wipe unshed tears from your glossy eyes.
He sighed, “I don’t like repeating myself, darling,” He accentuated the infuriating nickname with a slap to your thigh, face unchanged as he trailed his sharpened fingertips along the reddening skin.
“His..oh.. fuck, Hisoka—“ The banished tears returned, falling silently down your pink face as you whispered, “please,”
“Hmm? Sorry, I couldn’t hear you, my dear, mind saying that again?
Your voice hiccuped as you spoke, “Please, alright? Please,” You thought it’d be enough, that he might finally go back to toying with your clit while he fucked you into the old floorboards, but you’d underestimated the magician’s self-control.
Innocently, he tilted his head, “Please what, dear? Please hit you again?” Hisoka didn’t blink as he slowly brought up his palm, giving you plenty of time to try and wiggle free from your punishment just to show off how futile escape really was, lashing his hand down on the same patch of skin as before, grinning at the shriek he yanked from your lungs.
“No! No, fu-uck.. just—“ You whimpered, brain seemingly disconnected from your mouth as you struggled to form the words, “just fuck me, Hisoka, please.”
“Look at you, huh? You were a slut after all,” He purred, letting the weight of your words hang lifeless in the air along with your stubborn pride. Before you could argue again his hand had returned to your clit, pace unforgiving as he pulled your nerves ever closer to snapping only to halt the second he grew bored, “Say it,”
Mindlessly, you nodded your head, “I’m yours, I’m your slut, Hisoka,” you intentionally clenched yourself around him, mumbling lucid pleas for more as his hard cock twitched, pre cum dripping from your heat onto the floor as your conscience trying to deny what your body so willingly accepted, “want you to fuck me, Hisoka, fu-ck,” you whined, the still presence inside your sensitive walls drove you insane.
With each word a truly unhinged aura began to surround him, and by extension, you, the intoxicating menace dripping over you like a drug as you faced forward once again, wiggling your ass as best you could in his grip.
That was his breaking point, ripping you away from his cock only to drive himself back in, digging the full blade of his nails into your hips, blood pooling around the crescent cuts.
“Fuck, ah.. Darling, ‘doing so good, so good’fr me-ah,” He slurred his words together, more drunk on you than the vodka as he leaned back, forcing you to meet him as his thrusts became so quick that it was getting hard to breathe, your ribcage creaking with discomfort as you were nailed into the stage.
“M..o-re,more…” You begged, and he was happy to oblige. the smearing crimson of blood running hot down your thighs, the pain only making you more pliant in his sculptor’s hands as he folded your body however he liked, ignoring your pained weep from the stretch as he slung one of your bleeding legs over his shoulder.
It was almost weird to hear him say your actual name, so often he used a pet name to mock or flirt with you, sometimes both, “So good for me like this, taking me so goo-uh,” He choked on his words as your cunt tightened around him, your hands clinging for balance in his hair, and Hisoka clearly didn’t mind if the slew of moans from his lips was any indication.
The angle his hips cut into had the edges of your vision turning into a vignette, “I’m close, so close, gonna cum inside you, yeah? Right here,” The hand that had been toying with your clit changed angles, his fingertips spinning spirals onto your aching bud while the flat of his hand pushed against your stomach, your shout swallowed by his pretty lips, tongue toying with yours.
“Ye-es cum inn-sideme,” You were too far gone to care, anything he said sounded good as long as he said it in that sultry purr, arms numb as they lay suspended above your head.
“Take it, take it, Darling,” With what little strength you had left you curved your calf beside his neck, pulling him in until his cock brushed your cervix, the pain indistinguishable from the pleasure, “Uhn, cumm-fuck,i’m cumming—“
His cum was thick, the curve of his cock jutting inside you as he filled you up, mercifully swallowing your hallowed scream as he kissed you deeply, almost all feeling in your raised leg lost until he lowered it to his waist, involuntarily snapping his hips up although they had nowhere left to go until your moan turned into a broken sob of lingering bliss.
“Shh, dear, I’ve got you,” With a whirl of his wrist your arms were free of his bungee gum, shakily pulling them to your sides again as he pressed open-mouthed kisses along your neck, whispering a slurred mess of sweet words, stopping to suck a particularly deep hickey into the vein of your flesh.
“Hisoka, quit it!” Your fight had returned along with feeling to your fingertips as you wrenched him back by the hair, his cock jumping.a bit inside you at the grip, “I’ll have to wear sweaters for weeks now, you jerk.”
The capillaries had already begun to burst as he laughed, reaching up behind your head to pull his discarded top forward, digging out what looked like a piece of smooth cleaning cloth from its pocket and lying it over your neck with a simple point of his finger, gyo revealing the pink gum of his aura that controlled it before he smoothed the fabric over your skin, the texture so light you could barely feel it.
“A deal’s a deal, love, I’ll tell you how I cheated,” He smiled as satisfied and smug as he could ever be, a tingling sensation overtaking the patch of covered skin.
As he pulled your hand away you ran your fingers over the cloth, not finding a seam among the normal tone of your chest. Eyes wide as you looked at him for answers he was already happy to provide, “It’s called texture surprise. I can apply it to any flat surface and change its appearance. It’s quite handy,”
“It works on skin, paper, even playing cards,” You felt like an idiot. During the match you kept analyzing him for a sleight of hand trick all while he was using a second nen technique to win. It was so simple but genius, and you felt a little bit better knowing you weren’t outwitted by something obvious.
“You’re the worst, Hisoka,”
He chuckled, kissing along the new unblemished canvas of your neck, “I know~”
