#illumi x male reader

[reallyromealone]

DAY🎃 EIGHTEEN🎃 SEX TAPE - Illumi

Warnings

Consensual recording, male reader, bottom male reader, smut, rough sex, ass eating, cum, biting

(Name) sat on the bed as Illumi set up a camera, both naked as Illumi glanced at him.

One would have thought this would be (name)s idea but no no;

This was all Illumi.

The black haired man had discusses wanting to remember (name) during this mission and it warmed (name)s heart till he said "I wish to remember my cock raviging your ass"

And that's how they got here.

"You promise no one else will see this?" He asked IllumI who kissed him "of course my love" and immediately began making out with him, keeping (name)s pretty body infront of the camera, he didn't want to miss anything, tugging at his nipples harshly. Moving from the kiss he kissed down his face and neck, leaving hickeys all over as he went before biting at (name)s poor nipple "ah!" (Name) tossed his head back as Illumi devoured his chest and played with his other nipple, hand sneaking down to tug at his cock "fucking... Oh god don't stop!" (Name) pulled at Illumis onyx hair and kissed at his ear, wanting to give a show for his beloveds journey.

"Please...I prepped myself already please..."

"I'll fuck you when I decide to" Illumi bit his chest harshly as punishment and (name) let out a loud moan, nearly cumming at that second but Illumi held his cock tightly "cum and I don't fuck you" he hissed looking at (name) with a colder look but the other pouted and nodded "good boy" he said returning to his actions, he wanted to enjoy (name) before he left "kiss..?" (Name) asked and IllumI moved him so he was sattled on Illumis lap, cocks touching at the tips as Illumi kissed him with love and passion, he was never the most expressive but times like this reminded (name) at how much Illumi adored him.

Illumi spread (name)s cheeks for the camera and groped and fondled to his hearts content before pushing two fingers into the prepped ass "god your fingers are amazing..." (Name)s mouth hung open as Illumi slowly pumped his fingers in and out to get all of (names) reactions, and reactions he gave as Illumi pushed him to lay on the bed and his head just tiltong off the bed as Illumi moved and bent (name)s legs so he could lick the others ass, licking around the rim as the camera caught all of (name)s pretty reactions "please..." He whispered and IllumI bit his thigh as a warning before going back to his meal "o-oh gosh!" His poor legs shaking as his toes curled "close!"

Finally Illumi took pity on him, flipping him ass up head down and rubbing the blunt head of his cock against (name)s poor ass that clenched around the tip as it pushed in "fuck... So big.." (name) whispered and glanced at the camera with a slight moan as drool feel onto the bed "oh god..."

Illumi was always a quiet lover, closing his eyes to enjoy the sound of his love get fucked into the next century as he began thrusting and (name) clung to the sheets as Illumi picked up speed.

The camera got everything, Illumi lifting (name)s leg over his shoulder for a better view as the smell of sex filled the space "pleaseplease oh god I'm close!"

"Then be a good boy and cum" Illumi said slightly strained as his hips stuttered and ground against (name) who came hard and IllumI groped the others ass cheek before continuing "w-what?" Poor (name)s eyes crossed slightly as the other hit his prostate.

"Hm? You think this would be enough? I'm going to be gone for a month after all..."

[secretivemessenger]

★ [ A Present For The Birthday Boy ] ☆

Happy birthday beloved - { @gaybitchfx } - your gift

Illumi x top male reader

Warnings: OOC! Hair pulling! Breeding! Face fucking! Degrading! Use of sex toys! Fingering! Nipple play! Sounding! Overstimulation! Orgasm denial! dumbification! Eating out! Sir kink! Choking! Cuffs!

It’s the day you literally waited a whole year for. The long awaited day, your birthday.

Yes it’s your birthday. But thats not the reason you were so excited about. Not that or the gifts that you’ll be receiving from all the people. But the best surprise that your lover promised you of.

Once he told you that he prepared a gift for you personally, you’ve waited for this day to hurriedly come and find out what he had in store for ya.

You had some guesses on what it might be, but you could’ve never guessed that it’d be something like this. But are you complaining? Absolutely not.

Finding illumi laying so beautifully for you on top of your shared bed was a sight you never imagined seeing. His hands were cuffed on top of his head as his naked body presented itself so elegantly for your eyes to admire.

You didn’t even know where to begin, or what to say. You were left completely speechless. So illumi had to talk instead.

“Happy birthday,” he said in a hushed tone as a very light shade of pink dusted his cheeks. You were taken by another surprise as you weren’t used to him being like this. You almost doubted that he was the same man that threatened you yesterday by saying he can kill you off at any time he pleases. All because you called him cute.

Soon enough the soft tone turned to a cold agitated one “for how long are you planning to keep me waiting?”. He said it completely snapping you out of your thoughts. A small chuckle left you at his behaviour. But this was your special day, you cannot just let him act so greedily when you should be the greedy one.

“Is this all you got me?” A raised brow is what you received “I am allowing you to do however you please to me, is it not enough?” You chuckled again before responding “anything I want you to say?” “Yes anything, I never back down on my words” your chuckles died down “alright. Give me a second” “huh”

You reached down into the closet near the bed and pulled out a medium-sized box. From the way you were struggling illumi could tell it was quite heavy.

You placed it onto the bed next to him before positioning yourself between his legs. “What's that?” He asked with curiosity filling his eyes. “You’ll find out soon. Now, let's get you ready first” you said with a smile that the other deemed to be very suspicious.

Until suddenly taking a hold of his pale thighs and pulling him up till his twitching hole was inches away from your face. Upon your breaths against his rim, it sent an overwhelming shiver through his body.

Lolling your tongue out till the saliva dripped down onto his hole teasing him with the wet sensation. Legs already shaking no matter how hard he tried to cover it up. His pride couldn’t be scratched more than this. But he has to hold back, he did say you could do whatever you want, and he never goes back on his words. But nothing could prepare him for what to come.

You gave a few licks to his rim before shoving your tongue inside his ring of muscles with ease. “AH-” a surprised scream left illumi as you worked him open with your tongue. Soon enough his whimpers and moans that he tried to cover up so badly spread in the room.

You added two of your fingers alongside your tongue catching him by surprise. “Hey. Wai-” gasps of pleasure echoed in the room. As you spread up his hole with your fingers, allowing your tongue to venture deeper into his rim. Easily pressing against his prostate which resulted in even louder moans. All the while fixating your eyes on his face, watching it twist and turn with every thrust of your tongue.

You could tell he was about to come from the way his body shakes. But you weren’t just gonna let him cum that easily. This was your birthday after all, you’re the one who should be enjoying yourself. So you stopped which resulted in a whine and a cry. “C'mon now, we can’t just end it now. There’s still more things I wanna do to you.”

You felt yourself rock hard but didn’t wanna put it in yet, you had other plans up your sleeves. “First, how about a change in position. Hmm?”

You sat him down infront of you with his back pressed against your chest, while his hands still cuffed infront of his body. you spread his legs open using your legs.

Grabbing the box from near you. You opened it and flipped it making all the stuff inside spill infront of him. You watched as his expression changed from curiosity to that of surprise, and unsurprisingly arousal. As a bunch of toys, sex toys laid right there. All kinds and all sizes.

Oh, he was sure in for a long night. Well, he can’t start complaining now, he signed up for this after all <3.

-

“Are you sure you’re that well-known dangerous assassin? Because all I'm seeing right now is a cock hungry needy slut” you whispered near his ear but he was barely able to hear whatever you said. Too busy being consumed by all the pleasure hitting him all at the same time.

He felt incredibly stuffed with only two bullet vibrators inside his hole, vibrating at the highest setting. It made the infamous assassin completely dumb. He barely knew the difference between right and left. All that and your cock wasn’t involved yet.

Not to mention the weighted nipple clips you placed on him. Making sure to pull hard at them, making them even more red and puffy than they already are. Drawing more moans out of him.

you almost wanted to laugh at the “funny” state he was in. The way he cried out made you almost feel bad for him. Wanting to just stop and start pounding into him already. Make him cum because of you over and over again. Yet there is still one more thing you want to try out.

You reached your hands into the box and pulled a Beaded Urethral Dilator. Catching illumi’s interest. But you reached your other hand and started to intensely pump his pre-cover cock. Distracting him from the object at hand.

He threw his head back from pleasure, resting it on your shoulders. Body shaking violently. He closed his eyes trying to calm himself down as he feel his long Awaited orgasm approaching.

“Huh-” voice cracking he moved his head back straight after feeling the strange object near his tip. Confusion turned to horror as you positioned the tool near his tip.

Waiting for no complaints you pushed the metal piece past his tip. Going all the way down. A loud scream shook the place as his body moved uncontrollably before he started to pant like an unhinged dog.

“Was that- a dry orgasm?” His mind feeling too lost to even understand your words. You couldn’t help but laugh, after all, you just witnessed the feared assassin have the most pathetic orgasm ever. “I just inserted it in and it left you in this state. What would happen to you if I do this?”

With no time to react. You started pulling up the metal just to push it back in place, then roughly started fucking him with the metal piece. This sudden feeling added alongside the vibrator turned his mind to mush. As he begged you to stop. But you weren’t satisfied yet. Your cock was still rock hard and neglected.

So you stopped moving your hands and instead turned him around by his hair and shoved him down your clothed crotch. He shook his head, silently asking for a break. “But didn’t you say I can do whatever? Don’t tell your backing down on your words now.” He shook his head again at your words “heh, good”

Undoing your pants to finally let your cock breathe. Taking off your boxer as your cock sprang up right away gently slapped against his cheeks.

He looked flabbergasted you could not help but giggle. “C'mon now, you better get to work.” Upon your words, he took a deep breath and swallowed up his spit before wrapping his soft lips around your tip. You sighed loudly in satisfaction, as your cock finally gets the attention it deserves.

Going down as much as he can illumi tried to take your cock fully in his mouth, but he was soon to gag on it as it reached the back of his throat. He would’ve stroked the rest while he suck what he can, but the handcuffs were an obstacle in his way.

Seeing him struggle to take your cock inside him you decided to give him a helping hand. He widened his eyes once you grabbed his hair roughly and shoved him all the way till your cock went past his throat. Tears gathered in his eyes, threatening to spill at any moment.

You gasped loudly from how good and tight his throat felt around you. It made you more anticipated to finally start fucking his hole that you groaned loudly. You were not ashamed to let out your noises and instead, you started moaning and talking about how good of a slut he is for you and how amazing he’s making you feel.

He would never admit it but it felt so amazing having you use his mouth like that. Roughly pulling at his hair as you face-fucked him. Using his mouth like it's a sex toy. It felt even more incredible for you that you could cum on the spot, but you didn’t wanna do it. Not yet at least.

Stopping as soon as you felt yourself close, you pulled him away from you by his hair making him groan. “That was a close call, don’t you think!” You said as all he did is look up at you with confused eyes “what-?” Clearly, the previous action got him so fucked up he failed to process what you said

“Err- nevermind. Anyhow, would you mind turning around for me” “huh?” Not understanding what you meant you sighed in disappointment “can you get any more dumber than that” he barely understood what you said yet he showed an offended look.

Once your patience ran out you grabbed a hand full of his hair and turned him around on his knees as he supported himself with his elbow. you positioned yourself behind him. “Sorry- I just can’t hold back anymore. I want- I need to be inside of you so bad” the sudden change caught him by surprise. Yet you can’t be blamed he just looked so gorgeous. It’s maddening.

You pressed the tip of your cock against his hole before pushing in so easily inside after all the foreplay you’ve done. Even as he was stretched open with your tongue fingers and a vibrator he was still tightening around you hard. Giving you the pleasure that you’ve been craving all this time.

Slowly pulling back before snapping your hips back harshly. Going all the way till you started feeling the vibrators that were still inside of him vibrating against your cock. Gosh, it felt so incredible. “This is amazing,” you said in a breathy tone as you started pounding his poor hole till it was all red and puffy. Determined to keep going till he’s all filled up, nice, and full.

He gasped in surprise when your hands reached to squeeze up his neck. “GAH-” tears stained his pale face, tongue lolling out, every part of his body shook at the incredible force of your thrusts.

The wights on the nipple clamps would rock with every thrust you make. Putting pressure on his nipples. Adding up to the pleasure that illumi felt.

It felt like you would explode at any second, and you’re sure illumi is too. No, he would’ve came at least three times if it wasn’t for the metal piece that settled inside his tips.

“Wanna cum- pleaAH” he begged you in a shaky tone barely making up a full sentence “really? Tell me how much you want it,” you said teasingly “SIR- ple. I want it I want it I want it I want it I wan-” the amount of desperation and desire as he repeated the same sentence was so pathetic that it made you feel like coming right away right then and there. But you held back. “Alright heh- let’s cum together then”.

Upon saying that you took a hold of the metal and pulled it out fast. A scream that would surely be heard by the rest of the family was let out as illumi had the most intense orgasm of his life. His whole body gave up on him but you did not stop. You still haven’t got to cum.

So you continued thrusting up against him. He couldn’t do anything to stop you so he just whimpered and whined as he let himself get overstimulated by your continuous moves. With just a few more thrusts you bursted. Filling him up to the brim. Just from the feeling of your cum overflowing inside of him he came all over himself a second time.

You finally collapsed beside him after you pulled out. Both of you panting loudly trying to catch your breath. Slowly but surely you came down from your high.

Before even getting the chance to relax a pair of eyes that screamed “kill” looked at you. You sweated up before turning around with a smile. You opened your mouth “shut your mouth” you closed your mouth. He turned around and gave you his back.

“Happy birthday”

He said it softly, which was a side you never thought you’d witness. Gently smiling at his words you hugged him from behind bringing him closer to your chest. “Hehehe, you’re so cute” he hummed at you “but my birthday is not over yet” “huh” he looked back at you with a look full of confusion and the very smallest hint of anticipation.

“There’s still lots of other toys I want to try out. So you better start using the assassin stamina that you have because we still have a long way to go before we’re done.”

🏷️: @gaybitchfx @vyloy

[pfpanimes]

⌕ hunter x hunter - illumi zoldyck.

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[gaybitchfx]

���𝓩. 𝓘𝓵𝓵𝓾𝓶𝓲✰

you showed me things—★

I've only seen in dreams

★—and there's something magic

about this whole thing —alice phoebe lou

𝓣𝓦: a/b/o au, spelling and grammar errors, intentional lowercase

✰ ILLUMI who was forced to attend a ball by his family due to them wanting an heir and for him to get married as the eldest son of the zoldyck family, a very well known last name amongst the kingdoms.. all the different scents there bothered him, some smelt musky, others smelt artificial but there was one that stood out from the rest. it was sweet and bitter at the same time. before he could even follow the scent your parents came with big smiles on their faces. “good afternoon, mr. zoldyck.” your mother and father said before moving their daughter, your sister, in front of them. “good afternoon.” she said with a smile that mimicked her parents. “afternoon.” he said plainly as he looked over the three, he found their smiles irritating, but didn’t say anything as to not be rude. “i’ve heard your here to look for a potential wife.” your mother said as she glanced at her daughter. she looked like a chandelier had gone wrong due to her wearing far too much jewelry. “yes, i am. now if you’ll excuse me i have something to do.” he said as he bowed his head a little before walking away to go and look for the person who had that peculiar scent.

✰ ILLUMI who was now struggling to find them grew agitated. it was as if whoever had that scent kept moving around farther and farther away from him making them hard to find. it didn’t help how your sister and parents kept pestering him, it was clear they wanted her to marry him and be apart of the zoldyck family since it came with benefits. as your parents talked to him the scent grew closer and more stronger until—“mom, when are we going home?” you asked as you yawned, arms folded over your chest as you had a look of annoyance spreading over your features. it finally clicked, you were the one producing such a sweet and bitter scent that drew illumi. his gaze stayed on you as he looked you over, examining your features and your attire, you were the youngest amongst your family. “not now (name).” your mother said through gritted teeth as she looked at you with a smile, of course it was fake. “so, your name is (name)?” illumi finally said as he approached you abruptly. “yeah? who’s askin’?” you mumbled as you looked at him with a raised brow.

✰ ILLUMI who was beyond happy and ecstatic to have finally found the person with the scent he’s been looking for all night. he was also happy that you were quiet the beauty as well and an omega nonetheless. it was clear your family was upset that he was now paying attention to you, even the look on his face annoyed them due to it h showing how interested he was in you. “may i take your hand in marriage and make you my wife?” he asked, his tone soft as he examined your face, noticing how your eyebrows raised and how your eyes widened just a smidge. “but..but your highness, he’s our youngest (20yrs) let alone a male omega, why not take our daughters hand in marriage? she could—” “no thank you.” he said sternly, cutting your father off making a look of shock spread across his and his wife’s face. “so, (name), do you take the offer?” he asked as he gently took his hand in yours. you glanced over at your parents who were enraged and hoping you wouldn’t agree to his proposal. but of course you felt like being petty since they never really paid attention to you and this was your only opportunity to actually have some recognition in this damn family. “yes, i’ll accept your proposal.” you said with a smile, illumi’s scent had a hint of excitement to it as he nodded his head. “very well, tomorrow we’ll have all your items transferred to the zoldyck families kingdom. as for the wedding it’ll be in a weeks time, i want to marry you as soon as possible.” he said as he released your hand, a small smile forming on his lips as he looked at you.

✰—tags: @jkloserdazai @reallyromealone @lostsomewhereinthegarden

[you-can-call-me-fangs]

Illumi Headcannons I Have I Don't Think Other People Have (NSFW Edition)

a/n: This is honestly just a glorified list of Illumi smut ideas that I'm trying to keep track of and I need to free up space in my drafts, but still facts

Contains: brief mention of cnc via hypnosis, praise kink, feminization/femboy Illumi, incest kink (I think) but not really maybe incest roleplay? (I dont know), Illumi's internalized homophobia shows up for a second

Illumi is a pillow princess and I will die believing that

How can you tell me he's NOT a pillow princess? He practiaclly has to carry the Zoldyck family on his back because Killua's away and won't do it himself all while holding a steady job and now your telling me he does all the work in bed too? Nah fam

He's not doing anything, except maybe from time to time he'll give you a blowjob or ride you but he's not doing anymore than that

He likes to be in any postion with you where he can look at you because duh, it's Illumi

When Illumi is really getting into it with you -and probably a fair bit of overstimulation- his claws will retract out

Most of the time his hands end up clutching your back and he'll accidentally scratch you really really hard, to the point where he's not just leaving red marks on you but is full on tearing your skin open most times

It's not his fault he doesn't do it on purpose it just happens in the moment

This has definitely resulted in multiple sheets and pillows getting torn apart too

Illumi will honestly do pretty well with degradation, he gets a little turned on at the thought of you taking his usually stoic and expressionless demeanor and turning him into a messy slut for you, and then you verbally pointing this out to him, he can't help but get a little flustered, but you wanna know where the real money makers at? Praise

Please praise him, like, all the time

The praise can come in any form too, you can praise him for how well and deep he's taking you inside himself, praise him for how long he can hold out from cumming after you told him not to, praise him for sucking your cock so nicely, even just calling him a good boy the whole time is high praise to Illumi

I don't think Illumi actually full on blushes either he has more of a subtle blush where only his ears and the back of his neck will turn pink, most of his face won't actually change color that much

But expect to see him blushing the most after you've praised him, I'm telling you it works like magic on him!

Illumi will sometimes just straight up start shivering typically from overstimulation

You'll not so accidentally keep thrusting perfectly into the spot that drives him crazy and the way that he will react is by shaking (and maybe a little wimpering) his body just doesn't know how else to react

Illumi is usually pretty good at keeping his moans in and even prefers to do that

It's not that he doesn't want you to hear his moans it's just that he's been taught his whole life to be silent so it feels unnatural to him to make so much noise

Luckily for you it gets really hard for Illumi to hold back his moans when he's so fucked out he barely knows what's going on around him

By the way his moans are ✨gorgeous✨ like the kind of sound you would only ever hear in heaven because they're so angelic and pretty

Not too loud but not too soft either they're just the perfect volume everytime

He even has those dragged out kind of moans- UGH it's beautiful, he's beautiful, I can't stand it!

Illumi lowkey wants to put himself under the control of his pins and give you the control to do whatever you want with him where he can't say no

I don't know if it's actually plausible for Illumi to hypnotize himself with his own nen ability, but if it is, he's on board with it

A secret sort of guilty pleasure for Illumi is when you call him your brother, whether you call him your little brother or your big brother is gonna have differing effects too

If you call him big brother Illumi gets this weird sense of pride, like he was able to provide for you in way that only he could, he was able to help fulfill your sexual wants and do it in a way that really satisfied you, it feels fucking amazing to him

A sort of 'I'm happy if you're happy' situation

Now if you call him little brother...oh boy

In Illumi's mind he's already giving you so much control over him, please do whatever you want to him and don't worry about how he feels it's all about you, you are the "older brother" after all

Even if he's taller than you he will feel so small compared to you

Illumi has a secret urge to where feminine clothing but he's been repressing the shit out of it ever since he saw the way his family treated Alluka, but whenever he's around you he feels comfortable enough to wear that type of clothing in front of you and show it off for you, but only you and no one else

The type of feminine clothes he would wear are your usual femboy outfits, skirts, dresses, maid outfits, even shoes with a heel to them, he's willing to wear it all, not only does Illumi like dressing up girly but he looks damn good while doing it

Illumi is a homophobic homosexual, there I said it, he will have full on bl sex with you, will let you top and everthing, the whole shebang, but the minute you try to hold his hand during sex, he immediately pulls his hand away and tells you how gay that is. Like, to your face asks you why would do something that gay? Sir, I am inside you right now, what sick game is this?

[charliesgoodboy]

-🍊Illumi x Male reader(SFW, ANGST)

-🍊The scene “your a bad friend” from She-ra

-🍊A/N: o m g vent fic ???😰😱

He got out of your grasp.

Illumi desperately needed Killua to come back home and since words and threats weren’t working he decided to use even more force. You were kind of exited illumi asked you to help him well- besides the part on kidnapping his brother an d forcing him to come back home again.

But you missed him, it wasn’t on purpose but he just wiggled out of your grasp, you knew Illumi would be very upset, but keeping it from him would make him even more upset which isn’t very pleasant to deal with.

To be honest most of the reason you had agreed to do this was because you had a huge and unhealthy crush in Illumi. You’d do anything for him, you were like his loyal dog and you would do whatever he’d ask.

And you knew he relied on you to do most of his dirty work when he didn’t feel like it much. You just loved him that much really, you could say you loved him so much it hurt. Though you’ve done many things he hasn’t liked much he would get over it in about five minutes tops.

But it had never been like this no, you’ve never seen him so angry before.

“Lumi…” “Hm ? What is it ? Did you get my brother, is he here with you currently ?” You fiddled with the end of your shirt while looking down at your feet also seeing illumi’s getting closer to you. “Where is he huh (m/n) ?” The lump in your throat had choked back your words and you could barely even speak.

“I lost…him..I didn’t mean to I just-“ “Did you just lose him once again ?” The amount of times your cursed yourself for losing his brother again was enough to fill up your thousand word thoughts in your mind. “I’m sorry Lumi he just slipped out my grasp I didn’t mean to I swear !” You made full eye contact.

“I’ve given you chance after chance, yet you still can’t complete such a simple task ?” The more you tried to speak each time failed getting cut off by the disappointment in Illumi’s voice.

“Illumi please listen ! I swear I didn’t mean to-“ “just shut up ! Your pissing me off already ! I mean how could you possibly be this useless !?” Ouch. That hit a big nerve p. He could see the obvious hurt in your face but that just agitated him even more.

“What !? Huh ?!” The tears welling up in your eyes make the whole atmosphere feel so heavy, he really hurt you and just by his words.

“Illumi…you know…your a real bad friend.”

…

“Pardon ?”

“Your not a good person..I mean..I’ve tried man…I’ve tried so hard for you. But nothing is seeming to work, you need to figure yourself out before you come back to me alright ?”

He couldn’t speak. His words got caught up in his throat when he saw your expression as you slowly left him.

Your expression..made him hurt as well..it made him remorse somewhat for once in his life. It’s just the way you smile after you said that. He needed to think..he needed to to sit and have a long talk with himself.

[cheenapri]

Transactional [Yandere Illumi Zoldyck x Reader]

Day one

Summary: Illumi had decided to spoil you for once, little did you know how much it would cost you in the end.

Word count: 7.6k

Notes: yandere, kidnapping, gender neutral reader, unhealthy relationships, unbalanced power dynamics, mentions of past abuse, Illumi is kind of an asshole but when is he not, reader is not having a good time

Day two + three

Shit.

Why didn’t you figure this out sooner?

You had deluded yourself into believing that maybe he felt bad, that he had actually changed for the better, for your wellbeing, that he actually wanted to treat you for once just to make you happy.

Of course not.

There’s always a catch. It was chiefly for his benefit under the guise of strengthening the involuntary relationship you had with him.

“Fate brought you to me. And thus, it is my duty to protect you.” he explained over and over during his many lectures, trying to drill it into you. 

He had only given the illusion of change.

You held your breath, his body looming over you with one hand interlaced with your own and the other straddling your hip to keep you still. He left bite marks on your neck, too rough and inexperienced to be interpreted as anything affectionate, though what he intended, blood quick to seep out of the wounds. He had slowly lapped it up, taking far too long for it to be seen as any sort of foreplay. A part of you wondered if he changed his mind and decided to cannibalize you instead. 

He didn’t really care how strange his actions were, though. He had you right where he wanted you — where you should’ve been long ago. He moved like he was following a script; his long, black hair draped down as he went in for more “love bites”. His face was expressionless as always, cementing just how empty this relationship was. How did he develop such a twisted sense of love?

You question why he even bothered preparing you for this, though you appreciated it for once, as he took the time to organize a five day vacation with you – or rather order the butlers to organize it. What was the point? Everything was lifeless and awkward, just like back at the estate. Was this the only sense of normality he was willing to give you? 

Your mind recalls when it was first announced to you, it was through your appointed butler, Shiori. Shiori was around the same age as you, chosen deliberately to increase your chances of opening up to her. He gave her the task, having her inquire about your likes and dislikes, favorite hobbies, movies, fashion taste and more just so he could surprise you with it later. You assumed he’s either too awkward or doesn’t care enough to learn about your interests directly from your own mouth.

Sitting at a white desk in your prison of a master bedroom, you assembled a DIY house kit. It was a little greenhouse, the tediousness of it giving you something to do while you tried to maintain your sanity. The room was windowless, the walls soundproof, and there was only one door, a titanium maximum security door that could only be opened with his permission. A security camera with a speaker loomed above you, seemingly always pointing directly at you.

You try not to think about how many times he’s watched you through that camera.

The distant sound of one of the security gates opening catches your ears. Someone’s coming. 

You set the tweezers down, heart quickening as you continue listening. It doesn’t take long for the door to be unlocked, the multiple clicks ringing throughout the silent room. Audible footsteps could be heard, causing you to relax a little as that was your indication it wasn’t him. You turn as Shiori emerges, swiftly locking the door behind her and standing with her white gloved fingers interlaced neatly in front of her. She smiles at you and you return a half hearted one. 

“Good evening, Master (Name).” she bows her head with formality, her short brown and blonde hair briefly falling over her face. She straightens up again and quickly fixes her hair. “The Master has a message for you. You are to freshen up and dress yourself, you will be escorted outside shortly.”

Your interest immediately piqued. You had only been outside of this room once since you got here – when you attempted your first escape. It was during a time when you had a different assigned butler named Junpei. Junpei had fallen for you in their short time taking care of you, bonding with you in ways no other butler would ever be able to. They were genuine, they actually cared about you and your well-being rather than what their employer had tasked them with. There were no cameras in the room at the time so the two of you made plans to escape whenever they visited under the guise of wanting to keep you company. Unfortunately for you, your captor had already planned for something like this, though he didn’t think anyone had the gall to actually up and do it. Both your and Junpei’s heart dropped to your feet when you saw him standing menacingly outside the first security gate. He was silent, but his bloodthirsty aura spoke for him. You soon found out what it sounds like to physically rip someone apart with bare hands. You actually thought you'd die that night as you found yourself unable to breathe or even think amidst his extreme, malicious aura, eyes widening further when he questions if you truly loved Junpei. You never want to see him like that ever again. 

You were let off with a broken ankle and no one spoke of the incident again. 

Shiori could see your confusion mixed with awe. “That is all I can tell you, Master (Name). It would be best for you to begin preparing yourself now.”

You slowly stood up, looking at your project for a moment as you pondered what he may have been planning. This was strange. He definitely wasn’t rewarding you for good behavior. You’ve already tried that route of buttering him up in hopes he’d let his guard down; he, in fact, did not and you were punished for dishonesty. How would he know what true love was anyway?

You make your way to the large, luxury bathroom, turning on the warm water and letting the shower run for a bit. You hear Shiori’s footsteps through the door, assuming she’s going through your wardrobe and picking your outfit at his request. You hate him. 

You slowly stepped into the tub, the warm water embracing you like a comforting hug. Hot showers restored a bit of your sanity. You liked to stand there and allow the water to splash onto you, imagining you were anywhere but in this hellhole. Shiori, however, encourages you to pick up your speed, well aware of your tendency to reminisce in the shower for far too long. You sigh, stepping out of the tub and finishing your routine. You avoid looking at yourself in the mirror, not wanting to see what months of stress had done to your features. You threw on a fluffy robe before leaving the bathroom. There was an outfit sprawled out on the bed, one you knew he really liked on you though he’s never admitted it, only staring longer than he should.

“Is this some kind of special event?” You ask sarcastically.

It’s a rhetorical question, but Shiori humors you regardless.

“The Master is in a good mood today.” she smiles gently, her voice somewhat monotone. 

She reminded you of him in a way. Why did she even choose to work here? You stare at the outfit for a moment, reluctant to even touch it. Shiori notices your uneasiness, fully understanding your anxiety but feigning ignorance nonetheless. “Is something the matter, Master (Name)?”

“I have a bad feeling about this.”

Your anxiety continues to build. Everything in your strange, unstable relationship with him has been purely transactional. Want dessert? Speak kindly to him. Want a new video game to play? Butter him up but be careful not to overdo it, there’s only so much dishonesty he could allow. Want the privilege of having a full belly for the next three days? Behave. Do everything he says without question, regardless if you have to swallow your pride. So despite all of this, why was he suddenly treating you so graciously? Allowing you to leave your prison cell masterfully decorated to resemble a bedroom belonging to a ten million dollar mansion?

Shiori chuckles a bit. You’re aware of how disingenuous it sounds, but you don’t comment on it. “You shouldn’t worry yourself, Master (Name). The Master has been planning this for a while now, I’m sure you will enjoy yourself.”

Great, now you’re worried Shiori has said too much. You’re no stranger to how strict the Zoldyck family is with their servants, how strict he must be with Shiori. You think of what happened to Junpei again, of the desperate pleas that fell upon deaf ears as he continued to mutilate them, how his expression seemed more uncanny than usual.

Shivering at the thought of it, you drop the topic, not wanting to continue to allow her to dig her own grave but grateful for the hints. You remove your robe, ignoring Shiori’s presence as you’ve changed in front of her countless times, and put on the outfit along with your assigned shoes. 

Shiori confirms that you’re ready before the two of you move to stand in front of the large security door. To say you were apprehensive was an understatement. Perhaps this was your chance to finally escape? No, that would be stupid. Obviously he’d already accounted for that, most likely had medical professionals on standby in case he needed to break your ankle again. Maybe he’d break both of them this time or even saw your legs off. You wouldn’t put it past him.

The multiple clicks of the locks could be heard again before the door was pulled open, multiple butlers on the other side. Shiori steps out and you’re hesitant to follow, not wanting to give away how eager and ready to bolt you were. Not like you could anyway, not with five highly skilled butlers watching your every move. 

Not a word was spoken as they escorted you through the two security gates, your eyes stinging when sunlight poured over you. 

You’re outside. 

You’re actually outside.

You would scream and cry if the situation was different, falling to your knees and feeling the grass on your hands in your frenzied state. 

You look around, taking a mental note of every little thing. You could see the Zoldyck’s mansion in the distance, far away from your separate living structure. Good. 

“Eyes forward, (Name).”

The sudden order breaks you out of your thoughts, your head whips forward while your eyes move to look at the source of the voice. It was a taller, older lady with pink, pigtail type hair. She must’ve been serving the Zoldycks for a long time. She’s silent, giving you a stern look before turning forward again. You fight the urge to look around, to run even, as you’re led through the forest that surrounds the estate.

“Where are we going?” you couldn’t help but ask. Your voice is somewhat soft and timid, but it’s clear they all heard you. 

“It’s just up ahead, Master (Name).” Shiori answers, her hands now folded behind her.

You’re taking in as much information as you can without actually looking around, taking note of the distance between the Butler’s Quarters and your prison cell. Approximately one hundred fifty seven steps, you’ve been counting. An additional two hundred seventy four steps from the Butler’s Quarters to the front gate. Would you even remember this information?

One of the butlers effortlessly pushes open the giant front gate, the feat reminding you just how weak you truly are. Those gates weigh four tons and the bigger gates above it are many times heavier. 

You can’t even begin to describe what you were feeling. A part of you fully believed he had come to his senses and was releasing you like some wild animal, throwing you off of the property and leaving you to fend for yourself. Surely it would be better than going back to that room. 

Unfortunately for you, that wasn’t the case. Instead of throwing you out and shutting the gate behind them, the butlers led you to a black Mercedes truck sitting in wait.

Your head hurts. You feel like you’re going to throw up. Typical reaction when you know he’s near. You could just die right now. You knew you were bound to see him again, but that doesn’t repress the dread it fills you with.

He’s staring at you through the tinted windows, you can’t see him — you just know it. You don’t want to see him, you haven't had enough time to mentally prepare; you’ll never have enough time to mentally prepare. Shiori steps ahead of you, opening the passage to hell as the Devil himself sits patiently, his black, empty eyes gazing upon you.

You nearly vomit.

You swallow hard, holding your breath in an attempt to mellow out your facial features as you climb into the backseat. You didn’t acknowledge him yet, slowly buckling your seatbelt and staring at Shiori with widened eyes as she shuts the door, sealing you inside with that monster.

It’s suffocating.

Overwhelming.

You forgot to breathe.

Sucking in sharp breaths, you shut your eyes tightly. The silence is deafening. He’s waiting on you. For once.

“H-hello… Illumi.” saying his name was the equivalent of swallowing a cup of hydrochloric acid. It leaves a bad taste in your mouth, pains your throat, your stomach, everything. 

Illumi hums in approval. “Hm. I’m thankful you hadn’t forgotten your manners, (Name). I thought I’d have to discipline you sooner than I anticipated.” you hear him shift, surely turning to fully face you. “I won’t need to, right?” his monotone voice does your ears a disservice despite its smoothness.

“No.” you quickly wipe your eyes, knowing how much he hates seeing your tears. 

You finally force yourself to look up at him, his piercing, cat-like eyes filling you with the unwavering desire to do something drastic. Maybe throw yourself out of the car when it’s moving and hope it runs you over, killing you in the process. 

You look away just as quickly, tightly gripping your pants to quell the need to gouge your eyes out. At least you wouldn’t have to look at him then. He shifts again, facing forward but not looking away from you. “I’ll assume you’re overwhelmed. You’ve missed me so much you don’t know how to convey it.”

“I didn’t miss you. I actually had hoped you died and I’d never have to see you again.” is what you would say if you were fond of getting the life strangled out of you. Instead, you stay silent, staring at your hands intertwined on your lap. 

“What have you been getting up to?”

Shouldn’t he already know? Shiori is his human security camera plus the actual security camera he has in your enclosure. What are you even supposed to say to this? You’ve been rotting in bed and crying your eyes out because you can’t leave? You had thought of creative ways to end your own life? He’d have you restrained to your bed for all eternity if you mentioned that last one. 

“Nothing of interest.” is all you say.

“Tell me. I want to hear it.”

Bastard’s trying to force conversation. 

“I’m working on that greenhouse project Shiori had given me-”

“I had given you.” he corrects. Silence falls over the two of you as the car finally begins to drive off. 

Illumi was always out on missions or some other job, how were you supposed to know it was a gift from him? You wouldn’t have touched it otherwise, preferring to rot in bed than encourage him in the slightest. You’re actually thankful for his extended time spent away doing fuck all, not seeing yourself surviving if you had to physically endure him day and night constantly. Hell, you were barely keeping your composure just sitting next to him and you’d only seen him for two minutes. 

“Thank you.” not knowing what else to say, you simply thank him, hoping he’d be satisfied with just that and leave you alone. 

“Aren’t you going to ask me what I’ve been doing?”

Of course he doesn’t.

“Killing people?” you state the obvious, hoping he wouldn’t interpret that as you trying to be smart. Assassinating people is his job, it only makes sense to assume that’s what he’s been doing. You wish he’d kill you and get it over with. 

“Naturally. Take a better guess.” what the hell does he want from you? You don’t know anything significant about him to be able to give a good guess. You’re clearly stunted, your lack of a response giving it away. He narrows his eyes slightly, reaching out which causes you to flinch. He retracts his hand momentarily upon seeing your reaction before going in again slowly, softly cupping your chin and guiding your head to look at him. “Do you assume I don’t think about you?”

What? He must be fucking with you.

Illumi brings forth his other hand just as slowly, now gently cupping your face with both. You were always shocked by how smooth and soft his hands were. They’re cold though.

“Answer me.”

His owlish eyes were staring directly into your soul, almost hypnotizing you. You shift your head and look away. If you were as bold as you used to be, you would’ve swung on him by now, turning his gentle hands cupping your face into violent claws gripping your throat. It took many lessons for you to learn that you simply could not fight him.

He backs down and lets go of you when you fail to answer, pulling his hands into his lap again. He was aware of your fear, he found twisted comfort in it, believing it would keep you glued to his side. You glance in his general direction but not at his face. He was wearing that purple outfit again and his long, black hair was as silky as ever.

“Aren’t you curious as to where we’re going?” 

He sure was talkative today; Shiori did mention he was in a good mood. He’s usually very blank, even around you, his supposed partner. It forced you to learn to read his emotions using his micro expressions, tone, silent indicators, and of course aura. Aura was mainly reserved for more intense emotions, ones you should avoid inducing at all costs.

You were always on edge whenever you were around him, and this unusual shift in attitude didn’t help. 

“So where are we going?” you finally ask.

“You’ll see when we get there.”

Motherfucker. 

You don’t respond, looking away from him in favor of staring out of the window. You were seated awkwardly, not fully allowing yourself to relax, not that you could in the presence of Illumi. You could almost drown him out completely if it weren’t for his uncanny staring, something you still couldn’t get used to. He barely blinks; it reminds you of some sort of Creepypasta.

“Talk to me.”

It was an order.

“I don’t know what to say to you.” your voice was quiet. You’re really not in the mood to speak right now, especially not to him. This wouldn’t do, however, as Illumi was determined — something that proves to never end well for you. 

“You can talk about anything you want.”

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

“(Name),” it was a warning, a hint of irritation laced his otherwise monotone voice. “Do you really not have anything to talk about… or do you just not want to?”

You didn’t want to clearly, but you also didn’t want to taste his wrath. 

“Could you tell me about your day?” you chose to interview him instead, hoping that if you got him to talk in length, you wouldn’t have to. He brings his hand up to his chin as if he was thinking, his eyes never leaving you. You felt like he was robbing you of your life energy just by looking at you. 

“My day?” he repeated the question, falling silent for a few moments before speaking once more. “If I told you, that would ruin the surprise.”

You reply with a mere “oh” before looking out of the window once again. 

“(Name).”

He’s never been this persistent for your attention before. All the times he’s returned home and “spent time” with you mainly consisted of the two of you sitting in silence while he watched you do nothing; an occasional short and awkward conversation. It felt more like he was being forced to interact with you rather than wanting to on his own volition, despite him being the one keeping you there. 

“I’m sorry, Illumi.” 

You only said his name when you were trying to soothe him, hoping to avoid consequence. He knew that, but he wouldn’t admit that it indeed worked. The slight drooping of his shoulders betrayed him every time, however. 

He doesn’t accept nor reject your insincere apology, choosing to silently savor your calling of his name. You will never understand him.

“I answered you, now it’s your turn to talk. Tell me about your home life.”

This question immediately raised flags. He’s never asked you something like this, let alone allow you to cry about it. You look at him, eyes slightly widen for a brief moment. Was he only bringing this up to bait you into talking? “Don’t you already know everything about me?” 

He indeed did. He made it known to you that he’d stalked you for five months before making his move, talking about it as if he was stating what he had for lunch. He had no sense of morality, no awareness as to how his extreme actions affected others. He’s insane.

You’ve noticed a slight change in his stare. You’re pissing him off.

“I want you to tell me.”

“Uh,” you quickly scrambled for things to say, “I had my own house and car as well as a really good high paying job.” you used “had” for a reason. You were positive that all your assets were repossessed when search parties couldn’t find you and weeks were flying by without a single clue regarding your whereabouts. Illumi keeps staring, quietly pressing you to continue. 

“I had a really sweet dog.” you used “had” again. You don’t recall all the details of that night, only that you had gotten a rude shock when you woke up to a strange man in your bedroom. Surely you would have woken up sooner if you heard something happen, but you didn’t. You decided to ask what you were always afraid to ask before, taking advantage of this moment to finally get closure. “Are… are they okay? My dog?”

Your hesitation was obvious. Nothing good ever happened whenever you brought up members of what he refers to as “your past life.” you were positive he intended for you to talk about things you did alone rather than actual people or living beings you connected with. They didn’t exist anymore, according to him. They don’t matter. Don’t talk about them. 

“Your dog is dead.” 

You’d been preparing for this moment for months now, but the bluntness of his answer still hit you like a truck. “H-huh?”

“Your dog is dead.” he repeated again with no sense of remorse. ”I didn’t want to risk it alerting you to my presence, so I killed it.”

Something felt off that night, your dog was more anxious than usual, pacing back and forth and staring out certain windows. They even refused to go outside when you tried to let them out, their tail tucked between their legs and fur standing on edge. You should’ve known. You should’ve taken them and ran.

It was even worse that you also ignored all those strange people you had met that week. They all had a gold piercing sticking out of some part of their head, almost like a needle. Their words were slurred and their movements puppet-like as they asked you unsettling questions. “Do you have a romantic interest?” as well as  “Do you have any exes?” and “Do you live alone?”

That should’ve been your sign to get the hell out of there. 

Illumi tilts his head and watches you attempt to bottle your emotions. Your hands gripping the fabric of your pants tightly as you bit your lip, your heart was hurting. You’d already mourned for your dear pet, assuming that killer had taken their life when he broke into your house, but still having slight hope that he had spared them. 

Why had he even bothered to answer your question let alone allow you to ask it?

He doesn’t initiate anymore conversation for the rest of the car ride, thankfully, allowing you to simmer in your emotions. That doesn’t mean he averts his attention from you, though. 

The car finally pulls into a parking lot belonging to a grand, luxurious hotel. You’re as confused as you are shocked. The parking lot is empty aside from several black Mercedes trucks holding Zoldyck butlers and presumably cars belonging to the hotel’s employees. It’s a normal working day and this is a well known, upscale hotel, so why was it so empty? 

Illumi looks away from you for the first time since you’ve entered the car, pulling the door’s handle and exiting the vehicle. You didn’t move, you’re too afraid to, you didn’t want to make the wrong move. 

Shiori approaches your side of the truck, but Illumi steps in front of her, opening the door for you and holding out his hand. You slowly unbuckled your seatbelt and attempted to slide past him, he only grabbed you and placed you back into the car before extending his hand again, silently commanding you to take it. He took note of your blatant disobedience, but said nothing, deciding against giving you a much desired punishment. He took what he considered to be a softer approach, giving you a chance to correct your mistakes. 

Feeling as though he’s one inconvenience away from breaking you, you hesitantly take his hand. His grip was firm, his assistance useless. He ignored your attempt at pulling your hand free the second your foot touched the ground, choosing to let go only after both feet were firmly planted. 

Illumi doesn’t explain the situation as he begins walking with you in tow, Shiori and some other butlers trailing behind the both of you. Butlers were all over the place actually, standing guard as if this was a maximum security prison rather than a hotel. You feel like they’re all watching you, fully expecting you to try something in vain. You don’t blame them, if you had super speed, you would’ve run off by now. 

The hotel was completely vacant of people, aside from more butlers and concerned hotel employees. As you enter the lobby, your eyes lingered on the receptionist, praying they had seen your missing person’s report months earlier; if it had even been reported as such. They only look down, guilt seemingly spread across their face. Were they threatened or perhaps even paid off to stay silent? 

Who knows.

The silence was louder than the shuffling of the butlers’ footsteps or the tune of the faint jazz music coming from the ballroom. A butler approaches Illumi and informs him that all preparations were ready, earning them a nod in response. You silently follow as the both of you are led away, the uneasiness on your face evident to anyone who dared to look at it. 

The butler soon stops in front of a particular door far at the end of a long hallway. The space felt liminal, you’d almost think you’d gotten sucked into a different reality if the two people next to you weren’t present. The butler bows slightly before leaving you and Illumi alone. He looked at you, like he was trying to read your expression, before twisting the door’s handle and revealing the room’s interior. 

He must’ve paid a fortune. The room was large, decorated with luscious furniture you couldn’t even begin to think about affording. There was a king size bed in the middle of the room, a flatscreen TV almost as wide as the bed propped on the wall in front of it, a glass sliding door leading to a balcony on the far right, and a lounge chair in the corner to say the least. 

You awkwardly step into the room, hugging yourself as you attempt to make sense of the situation; taking note of the clicking of the door’s lock. 

“Well, here we are.”

His lack of enthusiasm spoiled the mood. Not that the mood was bright anyway.

“So… what’s the point of this?” your voice was a bit low and shy. He didn’t like it, he’d have to chip away at that. He had bigger things to be upset over, however, as you appear, or choose to pretend, to not understand what’s going on. His intentions should’ve been obvious by now. He doesn’t respond right away, causing you to ask yet another ignorant question. “Are we attending some kind of special event?”

“No.” his answer was short, intentionally vague to encourage you to figure it out yourself. Illumi casually moves about the room while you continue to stand in the same spot, presumably checking for himself to make sure that everything was in place. You were on edge, that much was apparent as he stopped a few feet in front of you. “Do you like the room?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. I will be back.”

You feel a slight wind as he walks past you, a little too close considering the amount of space around you. You immediately relax once he’s gone, taking a few deep breaths as you cautiously inspect the room. The thought of trying the handle to see if he’d locked it behind him doesn’t even cross your mind, the odds were against you and you knew that. Doesn’t mean you wouldn’t try the balcony door, however.

It was locked, just as you’d guessed. 

Sitting on the edge of the bed and resting your head in your hands, you think in vain of a possible escape. Maybe when he leaves you alone again, you could use something to break the glass then use the bed sheets to craft a makeshift rope? The problem with that is the bedsheets wouldn’t serve you as you were several stories off the ground. Your plan didn’t even account for what you’d do if you even reached the ground as you were sure Zoldyck butlers surrounded the premises.

You decided it was best to just roll with it, see where this was going. Maybe you could exploit him as he does seem to be more lenient with you. 

The door clicks and it opens, Illumi standing in the doorway looking in at you, noticing how much more relaxed you appeared to be in his absence. He motions for you to follow and you do so without fuss. 

Following him down the long hallway felt surreal, you couldn’t hear anything aside from your own footsteps as his were completely silent; traits of an elite assassin. You watch as his long, black hair swayed behind him, almost glaring as you study his robotic movements. He doesn’t feel real.

The two of you entered the hotel’s restaurant, it was just as desolate of other patrons as the rest of the place. You were led to a lone, two person table placed next to the glass wall, the table’s decorations stood out amongst the others as its setting included rose petals and candles. 

Corny. You don’t like this.

You take your seat, now being forced to fully face him for who knows how long. You turn your head to the right, looking out of the window. Your breath hitches as you notice people in the far distance. People. Actual people clueless as to what’s happening to you right now. You give Illumi a side stare, his blank yet judgemental one challenging yours.

“Where is everyone?” you couldn’t help but ask despite knowing it was a question he did not want to hear. 

“They aren’t important.”

Why should they matter? They’d only interfere and distract you from what’s important: him. You should only be focused on him and his efforts to please you. 

“So what exactly is this?”

Your inability, or unwillingness, to comprehend the situation was beginning to annoy him. Wasn’t it clear? Did the dim lighting and candles not give it away? The rose petals on the table? The romantic — or what he deemed to be romantic — atmosphere? 

“It’s a romantic dinner.”

He didn’t offer any further details, upset he had to state that it was a date rather than let his efforts speak for him. You were sitting across from him, the two of you were almost completely alone. This was a date.

“All of a sudden, though? You never let me leave that room before.”

“Why does it matter?” his tone was still flat. 

Illumi couldn’t believe you’d question his acts of kindness. He was doing it because he wanted to treat you for once, deciding to take you somewhere appropriate and fitting to your taste. 

“I’m just trying to understand you.” you state, holding your hands together on the table as a self soothing mechanism. 

“You don’t need to understand me.” his voice hinted at the tiniest bit of annoyance. He had no need to explain his actions, he had his reasons and that’s all you needed to know. “Just enjoy the dinner.”

You say nothing as you turn your attention to the only other people present in the room: the butlers standing at the exits and the chefs working in the kitchen. None of them looked at you, their attention focused on anything but. 

“Don’t stare at them. The butlers are simply here to protect you.” his monotone voice made his last sentence sound oddly intimidating. 

You fight the urge to question if it was him they would be protecting you from in the case that you anger him. 

“It feels like the rapture has happened and we’re the only ones left.” you pick up one of the rose petals, inspecting it as an excuse to avoid his gaze. 

“That would be ideal.” 

“Is something bad going to happen to me?” your forward question caused his thin eyebrows to raise slightly.

“Not if you behave. I just want you to enjoy this date.” his tone was a bit softer now, barely noticeable to anyone who wasn’t, or forced to be, close to him. He didn’t like your anxiousness, worried it would ruin his meticulous yet futile plans to make amends with you. 

You were still on edge as the butlers served a lavish meal to the both of you, your facial features failing to soften as you inspected the food. He was fully aware of just how much damage he’d done to you and he wasn’t going to justify his behavior, only wanting to make you feel better. 

It was hard for him to stay silent, however, as you were continuing to look around and stare at the butlers.

“Is the sight of them bothering you?” the sound of his voice catching your attention. “I could have them move out of view if that would ease your nerves.”

He doesn’t get it. Maybe he pretends not to, choosing to ignore your uncomfortableness with him in favor of deluding himself.

“It’s not that, it’s just…” 

Your words couldn’t come out, you didn’t know what to say. Ask him to get rid of all the unnecessary escorts and open the hotel to the public again as this felt more like a standoff than a romantic dinner? You hated the silence between you, not that you wanted to speak to Illumi, you wanted to hear the chatter of other diners over the classy jazz music, the clinking of utensils as they enjoyed their meal.

“Oh?” he slowly tilted his head, his uncanny expression observing your every move and sound. It’s as if he was daring you to ruin it all with some sort of stupid comment; it’d give him a reason to drag you back to the estate and lock you away for good. 

“Nothing. It’s nothing.” you manage to finally say. It just wasn’t worth it.

He continues staring, features unmoving as you assume he’s thinking of various ways to brutally murder you. He only straightens himself.

“I see.” 

You’re internally thankful he dropped it, your shoulders drooping in relief as you watch him continue to eat unnaturally fast, a strange habit of his. When was the last time he’s blinked? You can’t stand him. 

Illumi obviously didn’t believe that you had nothing to share. He knew you well enough to guess that whatever you were about to say would’ve angered him, so you kept quiet in order to avoid problems. Good, you were learning. 

Silence fell over the two of you, increasing the tension in the air. He’d already finished eating, choosing to gaze at you rather than anything else. He was making you lose your appetite, but you somehow managed to finish your meal.

“Would you like dessert?” Illumi inquired, barely giving you enough time to chew and swallow your last bite before asking.

“No thanks.” you don’t explain why. The truth was that you didn’t want to sit in front of him any longer, you were tired of his eyes boring into you. 

“Are you sure?” he tilted his head again, pressuring you for a different answer.

“I’m sure.” 

You wouldn’t budge, much to his dismay. You had unknowingly foiled his plans to spoon feed you a strawberry sundae. 

“Very well.” he doesn’t push any further, only slowly nodding. “Did you enjoy the food?”

“Yummy.” 

Illumi didn’t immediately react to your childish response, only straightening himself after a few moments. He had made sure this dinner would be perfect, planning everything to the last detail, and you’ve shown your gratitude by looking at everything other than him and rating his endeavor with a one word answer. 

He remained still for a few more moments before deciding to ignore your strange behavior once again. He stood up from his seat, looking away from you for the first time since he’s sat down. 

“Let’s go.”

You follow him as commanded, taking clear note of his slight annoyance. He led you to the hotel’s theater, the sound of your footsteps slightly echoing in the large, spacious room. He picks two spots in the center and takes a seat, you follow suit. 

Choosing to stay silent, you don’t ask any questions about what movie the two of you were seeing, only staring forward as the lights turn off and the showing begins. Illumi had carefully selected this movie for you. It was lighthearted and fun, chosen specifically to improve your mood. The date wasn’t meeting his expectations, as you weren’t quite throwing yourself at him, but he was determined to change that. 

You tried your best to ignore his constant glancing in your direction for the entirety of the film. It was as if he was looking for something, for reassurance to soothe his ever growing concerns. He didn’t like your indifference, he didn’t like that he couldn’t tell how you were feeling in detail about his attempts at courtship.

The movie was good, you liked it. Illumi was already staring at you by the time you faced him, the credits rolling on the screen. It was subtle but he still looked upset, the image of you leaning away from him as if you were trying to put as much space as possible between the two of you was still fresh in his mind. 

He would break that physical barrier, desensitize you to his presence.

As you silently walk back to the suite, Illumi suddenly grabs your hand. Your heart jumps into your throat, fully expecting him to crush it as punishment for upsetting him. He stops walking and stares at you when you impulsively try to pull away, not saying a word as he gives you a second to collect yourself. 

You were ruining his passionate act of love. He knew he wasn’t the most expressive, as he was raised to mask his emotions, but his straightforwardness made up for that. You should be happy. This is an act of love. He had done his research — asking his father — and knew what he needed to do in order to please you. He won’t let you spoil it. 

Eventually you somewhat simmer down, still tense in his firm hold. He continues walking, slower this time. He wasn’t even holding your hand correctly as yours was balled into a fist. He didn’t care though, as long as he was holding it.

The night hadn’t gone his way but he had plenty more tricks up his sleeve, optimistic that tomorrow would be better. Illumi would not put up with failure. 

You were in for a ride.

You reach and enter the suite once again, Illumi locking the door behind him. He lets out a sigh and begins to settle down, having no issue kicking his shoes off and changing clothes right in front of you. You, however, move to sit stationary on the lounge chair, staring at the ground to avoid any awkward interactions with your naked “husband”. 

You had no desirable reaction to anything he did, which he found disheartening. You finally look up when he’s fully clothed, watching as he sits on the edge of the bed. He decided to risk it, to ask about your experience. He figured a blunt and bold answer would be significantly better than overthinking and assuming the worst. “Did you enjoy anything I did today?”

Truth be told, you did. You just didn’t like him. Had anyone more deserving taken the time to do this for you, you’d throw yourself all over them. 

“It was the typical Illumi experience.” 

You regretted saying that before it even left your mouth. “The typical Illumi experience” was not a compliment, it was a brutal insult disguised with subtlety. You had just compared his month’s worth of intensive planning and preparing to a regular day being around him back at Kukuroo Mountain. 

Something you didn’t like flashed in his eyes, your fingers nervously grip your pants yet again. What you’d just said was so dismissive, condescending, everything he didn’t want to hear. He turns away from you, looking out of the glass balcony door as he takes several slow and deep breaths. He was collecting himself.

He reasoned in his mind, internally arguing that this was his chance to dissect your feelings and see how he could improve. He turns toward you, expression unreadable. “Elaborate.”

“Am I allowed to express myself?” you ask, your question was legitimately innocent. However, you were saying all the wrong things at the wrong time. 

“You were always allowed to express yourself, you just seem to have a habit of doing it disrespectfully.”

“I’m sorry.” you lower your gaze, apology insincere. 

You don’t know why he’s changed. You can tell that he’s being softer with you. If you said something like that a few months ago, you’d be unable to speak for the next two weeks. 

“Do you harbor resentment towards me?”

That was a rhetorical question. He didn’t want an answer; an answer other than a loud, confident “no” anyways. 

You stay silent, continuing to stare at the ground. He didn’t acknowledge that your silence was your way of saying yes. 

“Are we going back tomorrow?” you ask, changing the subject in order to lessen the heavy atmosphere. 

“Back to Kukuroo Mountain?”

“Yes.”

“No.” Illumi doesn’t provide further details. This trip won’t end unless it’s on a good note. “You should get changed.”

He stands up and rummages through the wardrobe, pulling out a silk pajama set. You slowly stand and retrieve it, making your way to the bathroom to change. He assumes you’re just being shy. You eventually come out, having put your dirty clothes into the hamper, before making your way to the lounge chair once again. The lights have been dimmed in your absence.

He was sitting up in bed, halfway under the blankets, staring at you expectantly. You didn’t want to come to terms with the reality that you had to sleep in the same bed as him; that fact wasn’t lost on him. It was obvious you were avoiding having to deal with the inevitable conclusion of the night by seeking comfort on the lounge chair. He wouldn’t allow you that comfort. “Come to bed.” his tone was flat, it was an order. 

“I’m not tired yet-”

“Come to bed.” he wasn’t hearing your excuses, only repeating himself while patting the empty space next to him. You look at him with a saddened expression, silently pleading to be let off the hook; the issue is that he’s let you off the hook multiple times today already and he wasn’t planning on letting you rob him of this. “Do as I say.”

Sensing the impatience in his tone, you reluctantly head over to your side of the bed and slide under the blanket, making sure to curl up as close to the edge and as far from Illumi as possible. You face away from him, silently making it clear you weren’t interested in anything other than sleep. He doesn’t comment on this, choosing to stay silent as he thinks to himself. He wanted to hold you, but he knew not to push too far. At least not so soon.

He sighs, continuing to sit up in bed as he watches your sleeping figure. Tomorrow will be a better day, he’ll make sure of it. 

[illubean]

Gon with Older Sibling! reader

Characters: Gon Freecs Type: Fluff, Headcanons, gn!reader

I think about this a lot he's such a cutie patootie and I want to be his big sibling so bad

Warnings: none

ok first off

you guys are definitely super close

growing up on the island together and being homeschooled made you guys best friends, even if there's a big age gap

my personal headcanon for Gon is he's Filipino so he would def call you ate or kuya

you're his biggest role model

we all know how Gon wants to get his hunter license

but if you're a hunter? he's even more excited to get one

would ask lots of questions about what its like being a hunter and about your journeys

when he was still staying on whale island he would drag you to play outside with him or fish

he probably catches bugs or frogs and brings them to you

his favorite thing to do with you is probably play hide and seek in the woods

if we wanna get more "modern au" like I think he'd like playing just dance with you

he gives the game his all just to get "good" and "okay"

get's a little pouty if you beat him just by swinging the controller around

when he brings Killua home he's super excited for you guys to meet

Killua probably gets jealous after seeing you two being so loving towards each other (since none of the Zoldyck kids are close except for him and Alluka)

but it's ok, you end up treating him like a brother too :D

you're one of the most important people in Gon's life, so he makes extra sure to succeed so that you will be proud of him

[attackurheart88]

Illumi likes to watch you sleep

He doesn't mean to come off as weird or creepy. (even tho it is) he just wants to make sure you are safe.

Growing up as an assassin has led Illumi to always be on guard. Even at night when he sleeps Illumi can hear any sounds and sense movement in the house, such as your breathing when you sleep in the living room or how many times you toss and turn. He knows it all.

So whenever you fall asleep, Illumi likes to watch over you as you are quite vulnerable when sleeping. It’d be so easy for anyone to take you away or do the unspeakable. It also serves as a stress reliever to see your beautiful, peaceful expression knowing that he isn't alone to bare all the hardships.

As your partner, Illumi knows it's his responsibility to look out for you and keep you safe. Although when you wake up in the morning to see his dark eyes staring into your soul gratefulness is not the first thing that comes to mind.

If you tell him to stop he’ll get upset thinking he was doing good. But Illumi would despite your wishes continue to watch you as you sleep and just close his eyes or face the other way when you wake up so you won't know.

I also like to believe that Illumi sometimes talks to you as you sleep. He uses this to say what he truly thinks or come up with ways to give you compliments.



[absolutelynotromealone]

Kay! So saving that one anon how about we do it for the ftm blog about illumi trying to be overprotective of their trans sibling?

(This is literally copy and paste I’m lazy and Yk the idea)

Fandom: Hunter x hunter

Title: meeting the boyfriend

Illumi x male reader

Warnings/tags: male reader, trans reader, ftm reader, platonic Illumi x male reader, fluff, over protective Illumi, mentions of murder, fluff

🌑🌒🌓🌔🌕🌖🌗🌘🌑🌒🌓🌔🌕🌖🌗🌘🌑

(name) was cute, he was illimis cute brother whom he would quite literally murder for, especially against bigots and creeps.

"This is my brother!" (Name) introduced happily, his boyfriend trying not to look horrified at the horror movie that glared at them from behind (name), Illumi extremely suspicious of this so called boyfriend who was slowly but surely meeting (name)s family "Illumi is my favorite brother!" Just don't tell the other siblings he said that, words unspoken as they sat at a cafe "(name), could you get me some more tea?" Illimi asked his brother who bless his heart, left Illumi with (boyfriends name) to get his brother said tea.

"(Name)s a sweetheart, he would do anything for those he cares for though... People often treat him different" Illumi said methodically "what are your intentions with brother, you're not some pervert are you? Fetishizing the trans guy?" Something thats happened more than once, perves finding the concept of a trans person cute 'a girl dressing like a dude is hot' something someone said that lead to them being taken off the census.

"I love him!" The boyfriend said honestly though Illumi just raised an eyebrow as to say 'and?' "he's wonderful and caring and I don't care about the trans thing! Well I do in the way of I want him to be happy and support him but I care about /him/ not what's in his pants! Hes like walking sunshine!" Illumi agreed with these words as his brother was wonderful and perfect "I-I just want to make him happy!"

"How this relationship goes really depends on how you treat (name), he's a sweetheart and... If you hurt him I will kill you" Illumi said holding a needle between fingers "am I clear?"

"They had cookies so I got cookies!" (Name) said happily as he came back with the tea and said cookies "what I miss?"

"Nothing (name), just getting to know you're little boyfriend here"

[toxxicwrites]

Part 1: Broken Wings (Yandere Illumi x Oc)

Yandere Ilumi x oc

Warning: depictions of abuse, suicidal thoughts, death, pregnancy, kidnapping, Illumi being a completely terrifying person just in general, and Hisoka being... Hisoka

Ilumi made his way through the crowded bar, weaving through drunken dancers before finally making his way to the bar and the red-haired man who sat upon one of the stools, his white hands swirling around the dark whiskey he held. Ilumi sat beside him. 

“Why here?” he said. A wasted woman beside Illumi laughed loudly, sloshing her drink and bumping into him.

He continued, looking around blankly, “Why meet in an establishment… of this status.” 

Hisoka laughed. 

“Ah, rich boy, real entertainment is best found in the grimiest places.” 

Hisoka took a sip of his drink, already drunk, Illumi noted. A roar erupted behind them, back entrance doors swung open, and people rushed in. Hisoka quickly downed the rest of his drink. 

“It’s beginning.” 

He briskly walked through the doors, Illumi following closely behind, watching as eager faces passed. The back doors opened out into an abandoned warehouse. Whereas Hisoka said, the real fun began. A boxing ring jutted out in the middle, and the crowd rushed toward it, cramming for the best view, leaning on the elastic bands. Hisoka walked through leisurely, parting the crowd as customers made their way for him, a few nodding their heads in acknowledgment. 

“How long have you been coming here?” Illumi asked. 

Hisoka shrugged, “Here and there, I find these fights especially interesting…” 

A gong rang out, and Hisoka smirked. 

“Here she comes.” 

The crowd roared, and a figure entered the ring, adorned in a black robe that concealed any defining features. The mystery person raised their arms, and the crowd silenced. In a dramatic tear, the robe ripped off, revealing a young woman adorned in a dark purple one-piece and leotard resembling a circus girl. Her makeup, too, was exaggerated, with big doll eyes and bright red lips that extended her smile past its natural point, all but obscuring her natural features under its thick coating. Illumi scoffed; of course, Hisoka would bring him to a circus. She looked young, too, nothing like the fighter he was promised.

“Just wait,” Hisoka said, “You’ll see.” 

The woman raised her arms, and the crowd started chanting. 

“Red Robin!”

“Red Robin!”

“Red Robin!”

A big smile graced the woman’s features, playing into her character and further exciting the audience. A strand of white hair fell across her face as she bowed deeper, her smile widening as her eyes met his. His eyes widened slightly. How did she notice him? Hisoka stood beside him, grabbing another drink, oblivious to what he had witnessed. He continued watching after her, a growing curiosity- that would remain that and nothing more. 

The fight did not sate his curiosity. It grew louder and hungrier as he watched her dance across the ring, capturing his full attention and devotion like the pull of a lover’s grasp. One by one, she took down all the opponents in the most beautiful and violent ways, putting on an elegant show- only for him, colored dark red by the blood she spilled. 

The fight ended, and the voice of Hisoka faded in. 

“Would you like to meet her?” 

He looked sharply toward Hisoka, not answering. 

The red-haired man laughed, patting his shoulder, “I’ll bring her out.” 

Ilumi stood awkwardly by the bar, waiting for Hisoka and that woman. He grabbed another whiskey, tracing his finger on the edge, thinking about her. Hisoka’s drunken laugh drew his attention forward, where he saw the woman, closely hugged by Hisoka, his hand wrapped around her waist. Illumi stared at the pale hand, thinking about what it would be like, all bloodied and broken, detached from the waist of that woman. He blinked and looked up, meeting her eyes. Her face was bare of any makeup now, revealing her smooth pale skin, with a light spray of freckles across her nose that reached her rosy cheeks. 

“Here she is,” Hisoka said, twirling her around in costume, “the esteemed fighter and belle of the ball.” She laughed, smooth and elegant, like that of a songbird. He longed to hear her laugh again. 

She brought out her hand, meeting Illumi’s in a handshake. Her grip was firm, her hands calloused and rough, a fighter’s hands. He unwillingly let go, his dark black eyes meeting her warm brown ones. 

“My name’s Robin,” She said with a smile and a cheeky yorknew accent. 

“Illumi,” he answered, eyes not leaving hers. 

She laughed again before bowing down dramatically, “Pleasure to meet ya, Mr. Illumi.” She looked back up from the bow, blowing white hair out of her face. In that moment, he knew. He knew he had to have her. 

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“Pleasure to meet ya, Mr. Illumi,” She bowed low. Most of the patrons enjoyed the theatrics. He was different than the rest, though. He maintained an unrelenting eye contact that told her to run. But all men here were dangerous. Especially the pink-haired magician, whose hand had finally left her waist. He was charming in the way a game of Russian roulette called your name. Illumi, the man before her, seemed more composed, at least. 

“I’ll leave you two to it then,” Hisoka said, giving her a wink before disappearing into the crowd. Great. The man’s expression didn’t change, his dark- dead- eyes revealing nothing. He wasn’t bad-looking, not at all, just strange. Their conversation continued by the bar, with Robin mostly leading it as Ilumi answered personal questions very vaguely. After a few more drinks, Robin found herself intoxicated. Despite the man’s quiet nature, his cheeks flushed red, and his eyelids hazed down. Robin watched as he took another sip of the whiskey, long eyelashes pointed down as his soft pink lips touched the glass. She smiled, then, leaning over, she whispered in his ear. 

“Come with me.” 

The pair stumbled through the backstage halls. Robin’s giggles echoed as she ran toward a door, dragging the man behind her. She fumbled with her keys, unlocking the stage room door. She pulled his tie, dragging him into the room and bringing her face to his. Her eyes half-lidded, she leaned in apprehensively, a small peck, and she moved back. Meeting his black eyes with her brown. He grabbed her waist, pulling her close to his body. In an instant, he was on her, hungrily returning the kiss with more passion and aggression. She gasped into the kiss, and he pushed harder. Her hand reached his hair, engraining themselves in the long, silky strands. He sat her down on a chair, continuing to kiss her throughout, leaving her gasping for air as his mouth trailed down her neck. 

“Illumi,” she whispered as he trailed down further. 

He reached the waistband of her skirt and slowly pulled it down, kissing her thighs as he went lower and lower. He reached her inner core with nimble fingers, and he brought himself up for another needy kiss before going down. 

“What are you-” She gasped as she felt him. 

“Oh-” 

[reallyromealone]

Can we have Omega Illumi x Omega (Reader)? You mentioned in the Omega Illumi Headcannon that he wouldn't want to carry a baby so he would get another Omega pregnant.

Absolutely ❤️

@gaybitchfx look, more of your mans

Omega and omega relationships were often frowned upon, usually by alphas who felt entitled to omegas.

Illumi never had any intention of carrying a pup, the Omega never being interested in alphas but instead he was VERY interested in other omegas though finding an Omega wasn't essy, then he met him.

(Name).

The Omega was Illumis beloved, the two sharing heats and Illumi pleased his mate took on the more Omegan traits like nesting and such.

So when (name) spoke of wanting pups, Illumi was more than happy to provide.

Omegas hard a harder time getting one a other pregnant so when it finally happened (name) was sobbing with joy, Illumi pleased his mate was with their tiny pup.

The first few months was a nightmare for poor (name), his chest swollen and sore and everything made him sick.

Illumi tried to comfort his Omega but poor (name) was mainly resting in his nest exhausted.

Mid pregnancy he was sore everywhere as his belly grew "so when am I supposed to feel this stupid glow ?" (Name) asked his mate who kissed his temple "this will pass"

"It better..."

By the end of the pregnancy (name) was on bed rest which would be fine if he didn't suddenly have maximum energy and was unreasonably needy.

Illumi practically had to force him into the nest with the promise of treats, he was tempted to use a needle on him a few times but went against it.

The promise of treats worked better.

"He's so little..." (Name) whispered as they looked at the tiny babe with big black doe eyes who fed on (name)s chest with little content sounds as they sat in their bed, (name) on full bed rest and the two scented the tiny baby who cooed at the contact.

"I want more" (name) said seriously and Illumi smiled

[kiame-sama]

yandere adult trio with male! reader with 🏠🎲

- You will likely be doing most of the cooking with these three around. Chrollo and Hisoka grew up in a city made of literal trash and had to scrounge for what little food they could find, so culinary skills are not too important to them. Illumi grew up in a household where butlers did almost all of the home upkeep and he is rather wealthy, so preparing food is not a skill Illumi possesses. As soon as you start cooking something that smells good, all three will converge where you are to see what you are making and if they can have some.

- Hisoka is a very teasing lover and he will tease you relentlessly because he loves seeing you get flustered and nervous. He is also the kind to pull you into a semi-secluded place and have his way with you.

- Chrollo will steal whatever shiny trinket or odd object you take an interest in to give to you as a gift. There is next to nothing too complicated for him to effectively steal for you.

- Illumi is more the kind to treat you like an affectionate pet, because he has very little interaction with positive relationships. He will stroke your head or call you a 'good boy' whenever you show him affection.

[white-poppie]

hii, can i request silva, illumi, zeno, chrollo & hisoka w a reader that thinks they're really strong, cool and admires them has a silly, innocent lil crush on them?

Puppy Crush

A/N: Hey Nonnie, thank you for requesting this. I won't be doing Silva and Zeno as they are very old and I am not comfortable, rather I would do Kite and Kurapika. Thank you.

Pairing: Illumi, Chrollo, Hisoka, Kite and Kurapika with Gn! reader

Illumi

Listen if you are the kind of person who thinks powerful men are cool here is your man.

Illumi is honestly very oblivious

(or if he knows he just chooses to ignore it.)

Either way, he is of a very stoic nature and doesn't really care about others' feelings.

If you are someone who is very close to him (like a family friend or a valuable asset) He might find it endearing.

Honestly, overall he is just very nonchalant and doesn't care.

"You know I think Y/N has a thing for you," his mom sighed.

"...They do?" he questioned.

"Are you really that oblivious?" she gasped, "don't you see how they look at you? With practically heart eyes, it's cute honestly."

"Talk to them Illumi! They are perfect for you!"

Chrollo

INFJ gang yuhh. Honestly among the adult trio, he is the coolest (stg if you are a toxic Chrollo simp, here is your chance to leave.) Literally gonna base him on myself.

Listen, he either knows or Knows and is in denial/shy. No in-between.

Either way, he is very observant of you.

He is taking care of every single variable.

He notices any slight change or discomfort? Ready to run laps to make you comfortable!

He is tracking your food habits, sleep schedule and everything subconsciously (yes it is not even a conscious effort!)

He might look very scary and tall, my lord he blushes so much when he looks at you. he is like o(°///▽///°)o.

You two are so madly in love with each other that it is visible to everyone except you two.

Pakunoda is shipping yall so bad

Overall he is just a sweet and gentlemanly guy.

Chrollo was quick to notice your growing sense of dread among the many people in the auction.

Before he could comprehend what was happening, he was dragging you away from the crowd. He made you sit on a bench and fetched water for you.

"You okay there?" he asked patting you head.

"Yeah, thank you Chrollo, you are so sweet, I can't help fall for you all over again." As soon as the words left your mouth, your eyes widened.

Chrollo's face reciprocated the expression, but slowly melted into a smile, "good, the feelings are mutual then."

Hisoka

Dear Lord, why him? Anyways...

Hisoka thinks it's cute that you are so weak compared to him.

Yes, he is attracted to power, but he also likes the authority over his s/o.

May or may not tease you just for fun to see your reactions.

Flexes like a pro.

Gets in trouble so you take care of him.

Hisoka looked at you as your dexterity wiped his forearms that were filled with cuts.

"You need to be more careful," you scolded.

He chuckled and leaned back, "sure darling."

You growled and your cheeks grew warm, he only smirked at your reaction.

Oh such a cute little plaything you were

(I TRIED MY BEST TO KEEP IT NORMAL OKAY?? I DONT LIKE HIM AND I TRIED NOT TO LET MY HATE REFLECT)

Kite

Sweet baby boy, it has been so long since I wrote for him.

The most direct and intelligent among all of them.

Still, he can't help, but poke fun a little.

He thinks you are the most adorable little thing.

He teaches you basic self-defence so you can take care of yourself.

WILLINGLY lets his hands linger on your shoulders while fixing your stance. (smooth mf)

Will hope that you confess to him first, but if you take too long he will just go ahead and do that.

"Keep your fists on shoulder level," Kite commanded and you hesitantly lowered them.

He sighed and moved back from where you were standing, grabbing your hands and positioning them down. A shiver ran down your spine.

"Focus, Y/N," he said close to your ear and moved away with a kind smile

Kurapika

The loml, my husband, the father of my children.

Dear god, it's me again, what harm will it bring you to get me a Kurapika. I do not wish for a perfect man who is tall, buff and caring. I am just wishing for a blonde himbo with anger issues who ghosts everyone but is one of the only reasons I am happy. Is it too much to ask?

Okay, Kurapika...is dumb when it comes to feelings.

Like you 'like- like' him? You sure? Why him though? Are you okay? Do you need to be taken to a doctor?

He is such a gentleman how can you not fall for him???

Eventually, he does catch on though (After Killua and Leorio repeatedly point the obvious out.)

He still thinks why would you like someone like him?

Thinks he is very lucky to have someone like you.

Slowly starts falling for you too.

Why do you care for him so much he wonders? Why do you wait for him every time he disappears?

You were crying, why were you crying? Well because Kurapika just randomly decided to show up after ghosting everyone for almost two years. Making you worry sick, you spent so long looking for him. You even thought he was dead!

You were hitting his chest, sobbing in his embrace.

"You are so mean, so mean to me!" you cried out.

His hands rubbed on your back, and tears lined his eyes, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, let me tell you that there hasn't been a single day I didn't think of you when I was away. I love Y/n, truly."

(I AM NOT CRYING, YOU ARE!)

Hunter x Hunter (ハンタ x ハンタ)

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-🍓 Character(s): Illumi

-🍓 Type of reader: M!Reader

-🍓 Category: SFW + a/b/o

-🍓 Warning(s): None(?)

-🍓 Note: Wrote this cause I was bored and cause why not

-🍓 Edited: ❌

Since the day you entered your third trimester, you’ve been nothing but moody and it showed greatly. But even so, Illumi did try his best to keep you happy, but anything he did would lead to you throwing a fit.

Sometimes you’d even give him a piece of your mind when he truly pissed you off, but that would end with you a sobbing mess wanting forgiveness, Illumi would always forgive you of course.

“Are you cold?” Illumi asked as he fixed your pillow. “I’m fine.” You grumbled as you ate whatever the hell your pups wanted.

Illumi let out a breathy chuckle as he watched you eat, you looked like a hamster at times like this. Illumi placed his head near your stomach and gently rubbed the rather large lump.

“Cut it out!” You huffed and pulled at his ear, he didn’t move an inch. He would gently feel around your stomach just to feel the pups kick ever so often, it filled him with the joy he didn’t know he could obtain.

You watched as he did this, relaxing a bit more than you previously were. “Do you think I’m going to be a good parent for them?” You would ask and Illumi nodded.

“Of course you are. I know you’re also going to spoil them a lot.” Illumi hummed making you giggle till you yawned. He sat up and got you ready for bed which you appreciated dearly. When you woke up you were met with a pretty decent breakfast.

You scrunched up your nose and pushed the plate away. “They don’t want that.” You huffed. “Or you just don’t want it. Eat.” Illumi said as he pushed the spoon close to your mouth only for you to continue turning your head.

“I said they don’t want it Lumi! It smells gross!” You shouted at him already teary-eyed. Illumi exhaled as he nodded his head, putting the food to the side.

Looks like he’s going to have to deal with this for another two months.

-🍓tags: @jkloserdazai @reallyromealone @lostsomewhereinthegarden

[you-can-call-me-fangs]

Illumi Headcannons I Have I Don't Think Many Other People Have

I'm making this post as a way to cope with the fact that I'm having smut writer's block right now, plus it will give my soft/fluff Illumi agenda some love, an agenda you should also have, so enjoy :)

Everyone knows that Killua acts just like a cat but, like, so does Illumi

Some of his cat like traits are just watching you go about your day, following you around the room with his eyes

Not letting you get too close to him or touch him but eventually, over time, as he starts to trust you more, he'll come to you looking for attention

And when he does want attention he'll be all secretive about it and just give you subtle hints, expecting you to figure the rest out yourself

His main subtle hints are looking intently at you from a close distance or fidgeting with your hair or clothes (this man is touch starved I just know it)

If your stroking his hair or touching his face, he'll even do that thing cats do where they rub their face against your hand to get you to pet them again

Brings you little dead things he killed

(That last one was a joke haha...but not really)

Illumi is the one who originally started calling people baka all the time and Killua picked it up from him

He won't say it all loud and in peoples faces like Killua, but he says it under his breath

Illumi is always stating the obvious, especially when other people are expressing emotions

Like, yes sweetie we know that person is mad, he's practically yelling at the top of his lungs, we don't need you to point it out for us (it's kinda cute though)

This is already sort of cannon, but Illumi is a blunt guy who just says what's on his mind without thinking first

The amount of times he's accidentally offended someone because of this-

I feel like Illumi lowkey grew up having the butlers do certain things for him that most people will do themselves, like bathing

Illumi usually has one of the butlers bathe him and wash his hair so he doesn't really know how to do it himself

Not that there's much of special secret formula to washing yourself, but Illumi doesn't understand this, so the first few times you'll have to help him and teach him how

Even if you teach how he'll still need your help from time to time with washing his hair though

Illumi is neurodivergent and I won't be told otherwise

but seriously hear me out

Illumi doesn't like when people touch him at all unless he really knows and trusts them, so it's a pretty high honor

This man will literally dig a hole for himself and climb in it just so nobody will mess with him

My boy really cut himself off from civilization altogether

If you ask him about his pins/nen ability, he will start info dumping everything about it

Illumi stims, mostly when he's nervous or angry

His form of stimming is usually through his hands/fingers

Touching his fingertips together, twirling his finger, picking or fidgeting at things, mostly his clothing or hair, intertwining his fingers, holding his own hands together, bending the joints of his fingers, etc.

Illumi actually has scars all over his body from his "training" you just can't see them too well because of his pale skin and the fact that the scars are pretty old now

It would be easier to run your hands over his body and just feel the scars cause they're that hard to see sometimes

Ask for Illumi's permission first though, he can get pretty sensitive about it

The scars themselves are these smooth, barely raised bumps with a slightly pink-ish hue to each scar, but again, still a rarely noticeable difference in color to the rest of his skin

He also has these tiny cuts on his hands from using his pins so much, kind of like a tailor, you know, someone who sews

I also saw someone say once that Illumi has freckles on his face but he uses makeup to cover them up and I haven't stopped thinking about it