#hisoka

[adzowski]

Some more portraits hehe~ HxH is legit always on my mind.

[drrba]

pov you see these tiny bugs on the ground wyd

[poxychoo]

Bar date

[cuddlycutiepie]

Illumi Zoldyck x Reader

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The forest was silent the night death attempted to come for you.

Your instincts had screamed before your eyes caught him: a pale silhouette standing impossibly still among the trees. His long hair, black as midnight silk, shifted in the windy air. His face was expressionless, his eyes deep and empty, and the sheer weight of his presence pressed down on you until your lungs tightened.

Illumi Zoldyck.

There was no need for introductions. You knew the name, and more importantly, what it meant: he was here for you.

The attack was immediate.

Needles flashed in his fingers, his movements smooth and silent, as though the night itself obeyed him. You barely dodged, striking back with everything you had. He didn’t block—he bent unnaturally, evading with fluid precision, his face blank all the while. To him, this wasn’t a battle. It was an assessment.

Blood warmed your side where his needle had grazed you. He tilted his head, gaze flickering down to the crimson on your hand.

“You’re weaker than I expected,” he murmured, voice calm, detached.

You tightened your grip on your weapon, teeth gritted. “Who hired you?”

His answer was as merciless as his strikes. “Irrelevant. You’ll die tonight.”

And yet, you refused to give him the satisfaction. “I’ll pay you double.”

The words made him still. His hand hovered a hairs breath from your throat. He blinked once, eyes narrowing almost imperceptibly.

“Double…” His voice stretched, curious now. Not moved, not convinced, merely intrigued. Then his lips curved, just slightly. “Fine. For now, you live.”

Your battle was over, but your sentence wasn’t lifted. You’d bought yourself time. Nothing more.

Traveling with Illumi was like living under a constant blade.

He was always near, but never warm. His eyes followed you in silence, studying your movements like a predator examining prey that had, for some reason, been spared. He spoke rarely, and when he did, his words were clinical, precise.

“You’re inefficient with that weapon.”

“You bleed too much when you’re injured.”

“If you hesitate, I won’t save you.”

He didn’t disguise the truth: he didn’t care for you. You weren’t a partner. You were a transaction.

And yet… Illumi never strayed far. You noticed it in subtle things—the way he walked half a step ahead, forcing enemies to meet him first. The way his gaze swept every corner of a room before you entered. He didn’t ask about your fears or pain. He didn’t offer kindness. But he made certain nothing touched you without going through him.

Weeks passed.

You bled together. Killed together. Survived together.

But Illumi never softened. At least, not at first.

At night, you sometimes tried to provoke him into conversation, tossing questions into the firelit silence. “Why do you kill?” “What do you want from life?” “What’s the worst thing you’ve done?”

Most nights, he didn’t answer at all. When he did, his responses were blunt and stripped of feeling.

“It’s my nature.”

“Nothing.”

“That depends on what you consider ‘worst.’”

But in his own quiet and crude way, he was always watching. You’d catch him sometimes, his gaze fixed on you, unreadable. Not longing. Not affection. Something stranger—like he was dissecting a puzzle that refused to solve itself.

The first real fracture in his indifference came when one of the assailants sent for you managed to draw blood.

The blade wasn’t deep, but it bit across your ribs, hot and sharp. You staggered, hissing in pain, but still fought on. When it was over, bodies littered the ground. You wiped your mouth, expecting him to walk away as usual.

Instead, his hand shot out, seizing your wrist.

His fingers were cold as ice as he pulled your arm from your side, exposing the wound. His expression didn’t change, but his grip was harsh, bruising. His voice was quieter than usual, though no less sharp.

“You shouldn’t let them touch you..”

Your breath caught. “Illumi… are you—worried?”

For a moment, he just stared at you, his face unreadable. Then, slowly, he released you, stepping back as though your skin burned him.

“You’re my client. If you die, my payment dies with you.”

And yet, when you cleaned your wound later that night, you found a neatly wrapped bandage tucked among your belongings. His work. Silent. But not unacknowledged.

It took time—so much time—for the cracks to widen.

He began positioning himself closer to you at camp. His eyes lingered longer when you moved ahead on the trail. He started correcting your stance in battle—not with words, but with his hands guiding your arms, his chest brushing your back. The contact was fleeting, cold, but deliberate.

One night, exhausted beyond caring, you leaned against him as you sat by the dying fire. He stiffened immediately, like a statue under your touch. You expected him to push you away. He didn’t. He stayed rigid, unmoving, but he didn’t stop you.

That was the first time Illumi allowed anyone to touch him without purpose.

Eventually his lips found yours, however, it didn’t happen quickly.

For days, Illumi’s eyes lingered a little too long, as if searching for something he couldn’t name. His hand would brush yours when passing a weapon, cold and transient, yet you felt the restraint in the way he pulled back immediately.

The night it finally happened, the air was heavy with smoke and exhaustion after another fight. You sat close, tending a shallow cut on your arm. Illumi approached without a word, crouching beside you, his long hair spilling over his shoulder as he reached for the bandage. His fingers, cold and precise, wrapped the cloth around your wound.

He didn’t speak, but you felt the intensity of his gaze on your face. When you looked up, his eyes were already on you—dark, fathomless, but no longer empty. For once, he didn’t glance away.

The space between you thinned, a fragile thread pulling tighter with every breath. You could feel the faint warmth of him, the steadiness of his presence pressing in close. His hand lingered at your wrist, not moving, as though the thought of letting go hadn’t yet occurred to him.

You whispered, almost afraid to break the silence, “Illumi…”

That was when he moved.

Slowly at first, hesitantly—like even he wasn’t sure why. Then suddenly, decisively, his mouth claimed yours. The kiss wasn’t gentle; it was rough, consuming, searing, as though he’d finally surrendered to something he could no longer deny. His hands anchored you, cold and firm, holding you as though daring the world itself to try and tear you away.

When at last he pulled back, the firelight flickered against his face. His nose rested against yours, his breath mingling with your own. And in his eyes—dark, endless voids—you saw something you had never thought possible.

Not emptiness. Not indifference.

But softness.

“You belong to me now,” he whispered. Not a question. A truth. The silence stretched, heavy with everything unspoken. And then—dead serious, voice perfectly flat—Illumi asked:

“…Am I still getting paid?”

You blinked at him, torn between laughter and disbelief. “Are you kidding me right now?”

His head tilted slightly, as though the question were perfectly reasonable. “You said double. I expect compensation.”

You couldn’t help it—you laughed, shaking your head. Trust Illumi Zoldyck to make your first kiss with him feel both life-changing and transactional

Shortly after, the day of your revenge came at last.

The one who had almost bought your death knelt in a fortress of gold, surrounded by guards who believed their weapons could keep fate at bay. They were wrong.

Illumi descended upon them like a nightmare. His needles pierced throats, his hands broke bone, his expression cold as stone. He didn’t fight for you. He fought because this was his nature—killing was as natural as breathing. But you saw something in the way his eyes followed you through the carnage: permission. This was your vengeance. He would make sure nothing stood in the way.

When it was all over, your betrayer cowered before you, gasping. Illumi stood behind you, his presence looming, his voice brushed your ear, low and calm.

“Finish it. I’ll watch.”

And you did. You ended the one who had signed your death warrant, feeling the weight lift from your shoulders as blood stained your hands.

Illumi’s arms wrapped around you from behind, holding you steady as though he knew your knees might fail. His breath ghosted your hair, and for the first time, his voice held something unguarded.

“You’re mine now. No one else touches you. No one else decides your fate.”

You turned in his embrace, meeting his gaze. And there it was—the impossible. Love, in its strangest form. Not gentle. Not safe. But absolute.

Illumi Zoldyck would never love like others did. His love was a blade—cold, sharp, consuming. But it was yours.

And standing in the ruins of your vengeance, you realized you had gained more than justice.

You had gained him.

Forever.

[kelchenarts]

both rubber & gum 🃏

[shiryusdragon]

Nsfw hcs

characters: Chrollo, Feitan, Hisoka, Illumi, Kite, Knov, Kurapika, Leorio, Machi, Meruem, Morel, Nobunaga, Pakunoda, Pokkle, Shaiapouf, Shalnark, Shizuku, Shoot Warnings: Pre-established relationship, gn!reader, smut but nothing too explicit I guess?

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Chrollo:

Chrollo can be super demanding, and he craves intimacy. He's also surprisingly gentle and attentive during sex, and he knows every inch of your body. Chrollo loves to buy new lingerie for you so you can wear it for him. In bed, he's dominant but he's also very tender, and always makes sure that you're okay. He's also a bit of a pillow talker and always whispers dirty words in your ear.

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Feitan:

Feitan is a switch, sometimes he wants to be a dom and sometimes a bratty sub. He has a huge praise kink and that's one of the main things that get him going. Feitan has an oral fixation and could spend hours between your legs.

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Hisoka:

Hisoka enjoys taking his time and teasing you, knowing exactly how to press all your buttons. He prefers to slowly explore your body, tracing along sensitive spots with light touches. His breath hot against your neck while he whispers filthy words in your ear, describing everything he plans to do with you. He's also a big fan of hair pulling and using his tongue on you.

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Illumi:

Illumi doesn't really know a lot about sex, but he's a quick learner. He has a huge breeding kink, because he learned since he was young that he should continue his family. He absolutely adores it when you tug on his hair.

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Kite:

For him, sex has to be completely intimate. He's always holding your hand or caressing your hair during it. Sometimes he can be very submissive, and you have him wrapped all around your finger. Kite completely melts when you start to get demanding with him. He can be very needy and even start whining. He also has the best aftercare ever. He gives you a bath, food, and cuddles you to sleep.

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Knov:

Knov loves thigh highs, and he loves buying them for you. He also loves marking you. He gives you hickeys, bite marks, and even slap marks sometimes.

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Kurapika:

This man has a huge breeding kink. He wants to make sure that his clan won't end after the massacre. Kurapika can't stop imagining how beautiful you would be pregnant.

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Leorio:

Leorio doesn't hide that he's a perv. When you aren't home and he misses you, he grabs one of your panties and starts jerking off on it. He also likes to sniff and lick it.

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Machi:

Machi is a dom. She has a weakness for bites and kisses on her neck. She also loves marking you.

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Meruem:

He doesn't know a lot about sex and has only read books about it. Meruem is super dominant in the bedroom. He can get a bit rough with you and often leaves marks all over you. His favorite way of leaving marks is biting. He always wants to be in control.

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Morel:

Despite being 40, Morel is full of stamina, and his sex drive can be quite high. He always has his hands all over you.

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Nobunaga:

Has a hair-pulling kink. Nobunaga is always in control and is super demanding and commanding. He enjoys marking you with a lot of hickeys, bruises, and bite marks because he likes to show that you're only his. Nobunaga would also be more than happy to ruin you until you forget everything but his name.

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Pakunoda:

Pakunoda would always dom you, and she'd love to fuck you dumb on her strap. She'd also want to use handcuffs on you. After ruining you on her strap, she'd give you the best aftercare ever. She's always super caring with you.

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Pokkle:

Pokkle would never admit it to anyone, but he has a thing for being submissive. He'd love it when he's on his knees, obeying you while you praise him and call him a good boy.

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Shaiapouf:

Just like Meruem, everything he knows about sex is what he learned from books. At the same time that he'd obey everything you say and even sob when you punish him, he'd control and boss you around, punishing you when you're being bratty. It just depends on how he's feeling.

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Shalnark:

Shalnark would love to record you and would always use those videos to relieve himself when you aren't there.

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Shizuku:

Something tells me that she likes reading smut, and she'd be super embarrassed if anyone discovered, but Shizuku would also love to try some things she reads with you.

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Shoot:

Shoot is usually submissive, acting like your good boy and obeying your every order, but there are times when he feels super confident and is a soft dom. He loves it when you praise him because he feels like the most special guy ever.

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[vaa-sya]

some FREAKS... idk

[xocest]

⋆ ᯓ 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 your bully or boyfriend ? hates your gossiping friends and their “advice” 𝜗ৎ 658 wc tw: gender neutral reader, manipulation; mentions of sex, violence, abuse; implied pregnancy, non-con, power dynamics

characters: satoru gojo (jjk), osamu dazai (bsd), atsumu miya (hq), caleb (lads), doma (kny), & hisoka morow (hxh)

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“Hey, (name), he’s your boyfriend, right?” One of your friends ask as she waves her phone in your face, showing a picture of the guy they caught you with last week.

Immediately, you shake your head and push your friend away. “He’s not my boyfriend…” Your body trembles at the mere thought of him. What if he’s listening in right now? What if he’ll punish you for what you just said? What if he’ll deny you a thousand orgasms? Or worse—what if he deliberately fills you with his seed or maybe he already has . . . ?

He wouldn’t go that far, right?

Your friend shrugs, used to your shy and quirky demeanor. “Well whatever, my boyfriend said he was making out with a sorority girl last Friday night at Kappa Phi’s.”

“Oh.” Was all you could muster up. Does that mean he’s done with you? Under normal circumstances, ups be overjoyed, but you’re scared to find out what he does to his discarded toys.

“So if you’re fucking him, get yourself checked, babe.”

“I’m not—”

She cuts you off. “Better yet, fuck somebody else, anyone else.”

And right on cue, he slips out from where he was lurking. Long fingers stake its claim on your waist gripping it tight enough to elicit a small whimper from your lips.

“Maybe get yourself checked.” He winks and shoots that annoyingly charming smile at your friend. “You’re such a waste of a pretty face if nothing’s up your headspace, no?”

Your friend raises her hand, about to land a hit, but he steps back without a care in the world. “You bit—” He doesn’t even let her finish. You’re immediately taken away while your friend mumbles profanities behind you and him.

“This is the second time this week that your friends have been saying shit about me, baby. Aren’t you going to defend me?”

“But…” You try to start, but the words die down in your throat as soon as he stops walking and drags you by the wrist into an empty classroom.

“But what? You believe them?”

“I—”

He traps you inside, locking the doors and blocking all the exits’ knobs with a chair. “I thought you were better than that, pretty. Aren’t you?”

This man was a sick freak. He loves to see you tremble and whine under his touch, excited to see what you’ll do next. “Are you gonna follow their advice, babydoll?” He says, effectively trapping you between the cold chalkboard and his body.

You close your eyes shut and shake your head as he reaches out for your face. At first, the touch is soft—gentle even, like he’ll never hurt you even if he could. Then, he grabs your face, which makes your eyes shoot open. You stare into your hazy reflection in his eyes.

“I won’t, I promise… please…” You whisper, barely audible but enough to keep him hung.

The aura shifts in the large lecture hall, and he smiles. “Good girl.” He says, kissing your neck and leaving a bite.

You wrap your arms around his neck and bite your tongue to try and stay silent. “Just one.” He rasps against your skin. “Just so you remember that we are girlfriend-boyfriend.”

He really thinks that you should just stop lying to your friends and admit that he’s your one and only. Maybe then, he’d stop scaring you and treat you better, yeah?

Now, his eyes bore into yours. “You,” he points at your chest. “Me,” he points at his own. “And baby,” he points at your uterus, “Makes three.” He laughs—soft yet full of malice. You wonder if he’s serious or not, but you have an inkling that it’s the former rather than the latter.

“Let’s go back to my condo, (name), m’kay? I have a few new toys I wanna show ya!” He beams, dragging you out of the lecture hall. You know you’re in for a long—whatever time it is.

a/n: I was bullied my whole middle school, go fish!