#illumi zoldyck x oc

[radiowendigo]

New comic out y’all!!!!

Kallua meeting Mike Zoldyck for the first time!! This isn’t my assassin au by the way. It’s just an au I made where Killua and Gon are chill with Illumi and Killua’s family mostly and go to the estate sometimes to visit. It’s very goofy Ik. Kallua is very well liked by animals in all aus, like Gon, which is why Mike and Kallua clicked so fast, and Mike showed affection to him. This comic was written and designed by me but illustrated and designed also by pen.lilixeesketche on Instagram 💖💖💖

Kallua Zoldyck Freecss / Kallua Zoldyck belongs to me @radiowendigo

[ellylion]

[ghxstic]

hihi!! if you’re up to it, could you do a drabble of illumi fucking the reader doggystyle in front of a mirror???

tysm

yes ofc ! ! since it's a drabble, i made it rlly fast ! ! illumi brainrot, i saw this and the gears in my silly lil head started turning <3

cw. hair pulling, mirror sex, breeding.

loud moans left your lips, cries of pleasure slipping past your lips without any restraint. you felt so good, that your reflection was the least of your concerns.

your upper body was down, your back arching to have your ass raised in the air. where two larger hands held the plush skin of your ass harshly, his nails digging on your skin. illumi, your husband, kept pushing his hips against yours, over and over again. the sound of skin slapping echoed through the room, as well as the squelches of your sopping cunt, your hole was practically weeping around him. slick, warm, and welcoming, it made it hard to stay controlled.

"i—illu—! feels so good..!" you mewled, pressing your head down, the pleasure that swirled through you making it hard to stay focused on the mirror. illumi stared at you through the glass, his pale cheeks were flushed a slight shade of pink, his long hair framed his face so nicely, bringing out his eyes. his skin glistened, a thin sheet of sweat covering him. he moved one of his hands, his slender fingers tangling themselves in between your hair, with a harsh tug he pulled your head back, forcing you to stare at yourself.

"don't look away, wife." he ordered, his hand having a hard hold on your hair, "look at yourself as i breed you, whore." he added, his words making your cunt cletch hard, your eyes watered slightly from the pleasure. nodding your head with a small fucked out smile, you stared at illumi through the glass, seeing how his eyes pierced through yours. his grip on your hair was still harsh as his cock bullied your cunny.

by the end of the night, illumi was going to make sure your cunt was bred until you physically can't hold his cum inside you.

   @devmimi @luvbladez @snake-titan @zannivrs

© vmpirx 2022 : don't steal, translate, or repost my writings.

[whatevermakesyoubreak]

⚠️ MINORS DNI ⚠️

Illumi x OFC x Hisoka

❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

- ❤️‍🔥 Upon returning from a job, Illumi Zoldyck makes the most impulsive decision of his life, and arrives at his home with an eerie, mysterious, and money-motivated woman in tow— a partner, a colleague, and, if his mother had it her way— a fiancée.

Fellow contract-killer Lira Vesuvian is charismatic, beautiful, and flirtatious— almost unnervingly so— possessing a dangerous vice and troubling background of her own. Frivolous and shallow, one might wonder what originally drew Illumi to her in the first place. She merely hopes that she can figure it out before her carefully crafted and chemically altered persona begins to crack.

But, then again— Illumi has nothing, if not ulterior motives of his own, and, if you were to ask Hisoka, he’d tell you that the assassin’s generosity has always come at a price.

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

[lausterdomyamong]

Various HxH x OC art collection ✨️

There's too many AUs I wanna shove in lmao

[flowerofthewave]

Parenting AU ❤️ with testimonials by @karinhart

[lawliet-ryuzaki-ryuga]

chapter 2

 HXH ( illumi Zoldyck)

Control 

Word Count: 1648

TW: mention of injuries acquired from abuse ( that comes from training), just sad lil babies who want to be loved. 

 Chapter 1 

Masterlist

A/N: If I’m crying .. you’re going to cry too because this video is what inspired this chapter. I know this chapter might sound very corny and just eh but keep in mind these kids are enduring things that are unbelievable. So emotional understanding and ways on communication is a mess.

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It had been 3 months since the last time the two children had seen one another. Every day since the last time they met, Noa always kept the small crystal in her pocket. And would sit after training in her room and just admire the green crystal. 

Illumi on the other hand kept the flowers under his bed and would watch the flowers wither away. But no matter what he always kept the flowers with him.

Today was illumi’s birthday, and he requested that Noa be invited. Noa was delighted and ever so excited to hear that illumi invited her to his birthday party! But when told the news she kept a blank expression to appease her family and not raise any questions on why she would want to see Illumi. Her parents insisted on buying him a dagger that he could use later on. But Noa wanted to get him something of her own. She had begun her first official mission ever, to find Illumi a crystal. 

She had finally found one, it wasn’t as pretty as the one he had given her but it was purple and he wore purple. She had gotten ready and was sure to put her gift in her pocket to hide it from her family. 

Once they had arrived at the Zoldyck estate and greeted the family. The family was informed to wait for the birthday boy as he was in training.

“ How splendid, I’m sure your son Illumi will be a strong assassin!” Noa’s mother chimes in on the conversation. 

Noa listens as the adults discuss Illumi’s future and what they expect of him. The conversation sounded all too familiar to her, deep inside she wished she had control of her future.  

“ How is your training going Noa, you don’t have a scratch on you. I guess your family is taking it easy on you.” Illumi’s grandfather speaks.

“ No Mr. Zoldyck, For today's training my parents had my ribs broken while I trained. It was painful at first to breath and move, but pain is an illusion that our brain tricks us into believing. It will make me a better assassin. I know I’m ready for harder training too.” 

Zeno Nods his head and turns back to the parents. Noa was in fact in a lot of pain, but her excitement to see illumi concealed the pain. 

Around An hour later Illumi walks through the doors with blood running down his nose, and a bruised body. Any skin that was exposed was covered in blue and purple marks. 

When illumi saw that Noa had indeed come, his attention was only on her. His ally had come to his invitation! He apologized for his delay and was quick to take Noa outside to the garden. While the two were walking, Noa would notice Illumi trying to wipe the blood that would keep running down his nose. But she didn’t want to embarrass him, so she kept quiet.

The two children finally made it deep enough in the woods and sat on the floor with their backs to a tree trunk. 

“ Happy birthday Illumi”

Illumi quickly turns his head to face Noa and gives a slight nod to acknowledge Noa’s words. They sat in silence until illumi asked her if she got him a gift. 

“ I did! It took me forever but I thought you’d like this! You wear purple a lot!” With that Noa’s pulls out the crystal and puts it on Illumi’s lap.

He stares at the crystal and wonders why it took her forever to find the crystal. He was a pro and could find crystals like they were the targets he’s meant to assassinate. 

“ Finding crystals are easy” illumi states.

“ Maybe for you! I never went crystal hunting” 

“ I collect them”

“ that’s good”

“ yeah” 

Noa notices that Illumi’s nose hasn’t stopped bleeding and the blood begins staining his clothing as it drips down his chin. 

“ your nose is still bleeding Illumi”

“ I know, it won’t stop”

“ Was training hard today?”

“ Yeah, Father said now that I’m older I can’t be training like a baby” 

“ oh, does that make me a baby?”

“ yeah” Illumi nods and tries to wipe his nose with his sleeve. 

“ Can I train with you?” Noa asks with hope in her voice. Hoping he’d say yes and they can train together.

“ No”

“ why?”

“ because it hurts”

“ but it’s okay, my training hurts too”

“ you’re a girl, my training his harder”

“ no it’s not, I can handle it” Noa argues as he stands hoping it makes her look tougher. 

Illumi disregards her and stands too, he towers over her a bit. Illumi stares at the girl in front of him and waits for her to say something. But she does nothing but stares at him back. Illumi isn’t used to this type of interaction but nonetheless, he maintains his eye contact and his power stance. 

When the awkward silence gets too much Noa leans forward and gives him a hug. illumi freezes and wonders what she’s trying to do. Is she trying to kill him? she’s suffocating him? No she’s, trying to crush his organs. 

Illumi thinking she’s going to crush him, he warps his arms around her too and squeezes very hard. Noa’s rib area has been bandaged but they were very much broken still.

“ illumi stop! Please I- my ribs they’re broken”

Illumi not falling for her tactics holds her in place and continues to squeeze harder. Eventually Noa’s pain becomes excruciate and before she can think she pulls illumi by his hair from the back. Illumi, not prepared, lets go of Noa and falls back. Noa falls to her knees and holds her rib area as she cries silently. 

Anger fills illumi and he begins stomping towards Noa until he hears small cries and hiccups. He notices that she’s holding her rib area and takes in shallow shaky breaths. 

His anger quickly fades, “ Noa are you okay?” Internally he feels some type of worry, but his tone fails to portray that emotion. 

Noa shakes her head and cries out a small “ no.”

Illumi gets on his knees to see what’s wrong, he lowers his head lower to see her face and sees tears stream down her face.

“ you hurt me first, why are you crying?” He asks, dumbfound by her reaction.. She did attack him and tried to crush him.

“ No I didn’t, I was giving you a hug”

“ What's a hug?”

“ I- I don’t k-know I saw in a-a movie that you-u-u give them t-to someone if they’re sa-ad.” 

Illumi understanding now, he leans in to give Noa a hug. Noa afraid he might hurt her again, tries to back away, but due to the pain she stays in her place. Illumi just holds her in a more gentle manner and just keeps his arms around her, unsure how long he should keep “ hugging” her. 

Eventually Noa tells Illumi she need to get up, and asks for his help. 

Illumi, just looks at her unsure of how to help. Once Noa is up, she asks if she can lean on him and he helps walk her. Simple enough for Illumi, he helps. 

Once they reach back into the building, Noa straightens up and pushes all the pain away. illumi stares in confusion wondering why she was faking being hurt.

“ why did you lie about being hurt”

“ I’m not lying?”

“ you look okay now.”

“ I can’t show pain in front of my family, or they’ll hurt me more”

“ So they'll train you harder?”

“ No they put me in a torture room, please don’t tell my parents I’m hurt. I don’t want them to hurt me.”

“ okay.”

The two children walk into the room with expressionless faces and wait till food is served. Once food is served and the family walk to the dining room all taking their spot. Illumi notices that Noa struggles besides him to move the heavy chair due to the lack of mobility and upper strength she has.. He wants to keep his promise, and make sure her parents don’t find out and hurt her.. Without much thought he pulls the chair out for her and instructs her to sit. 

Both families exchange looks as they watch the small interaction. Silva approves of his sons actions while Kikyo internally boils over with rage and jealousy.

“ What a gentleman” Noa’s mother praises.

Illumi is confused by the praise but doesn’t give it a second thought. The dinner passes by quickly and the cake is brought out for illumi. Noa watches illumi blow out his candle and watches as the butlers cut everyone a slice.

“ illumi, what did you wish for” Noa whispers 

“ Nothing,” Illumi whispers back. 

“ Can I make a wish for you?”

“ what will you wish for?”

“ I can’t tell you”

Illumi confused on why she wouldn’t tell him the wish.. it was his wish after all?

When the night came to an end and Noa had to go, illumi and Noa walked side by side behind their parents. 

“ Can you tell me what my wish was?” Illumi asks 

“ why do you want to know,” Noa questions.

“ it’s my birthday and wish” 

“ but it won’t come true if you say it out loud“ Noa argues stating her facts. 

“ but I’m not the one saying it out loud, so what was it.”

With a sigh Noa gives in since his argument made sense to her, and she whispers; “I wished that you get more hugs.” 

“ that’s a stupid wish Noa”

“ No it’s not! Everyone needs hugs.”

“ Do you get hugs?” Illumi wonders. 

“ No, you were my first hug”

“ Then how do you know everyone needs hugs if you just had your first hug?”

“ Because you hugged me until I was better, so you need hugs until you feel better too.”

Illumi does not understand how a hug can make you feel better, but to save himself the argument he stays silent. They bid one another goodbye and illumi is back in his room. 

While he lays in bed that night, he turns to his pillow and wonders if hugging his pillow will feel like a hug. That night Illumi hugged his pillow all night hoping that the pillow will grow arms and hug him back.

[lazyislays]

Guys

NEW OC LETS GOOOO

Her name is Linnea and i already made a fanfic with her (i still haven't written the 2nd chapter PAİN)

She's my hunter x hunter oc and i might be cooking another artwork with her and.... İllumi 🤪

[kingvoiddd]

HUNTER X HUNTER DOODLE DROP

If u can understand any of this u get a cookie lmaooo

[usasaidasan]

Hilo rojo 🥀

[cineria]

canon x oc

im cringe but im free

[radiowendigo]

Oldie but goodie

For those who are new here this was the first ever commission I received from pen 🫶

Kallua Zoldyck Freecss / Kallua Zoldyck belongs to me @radiowendigo

[ellylion]

detectiveAU!

Illumi — detective

Elaiza (my OC) — forensic scientist

Hisoka — maniac

[macaroonkat]

random art dump bc why not

[whatevermakesyoubreak]

i’m not abandoning my fic, i’m just having my monthly depressive episode!

[helria]

Like Clockwork - Illumi

Word count: 1612 | Link to AO3 | Contents: Mild/Non-Graphic Smut | Pairing: Illumi x Nameless Female Character (reader/oc, your choice)

Summary: Despite his line of work and less than sociable demeanor, Illumi will never fail to make time for his wife.

Excerpt: His hair cast shadows on her face from the way he leaned over her frame, giving her every single ounce of his attention as he lingered for a moment longer. “My love,” he would say to her, touching his forehead to her own. “Is there anything you'd like?”

Every evening, like clockwork, her husband would return to a clean house. There would be no food left for him on the table. No dirty dishes in the sink. He would move silently through the rooms after disposing of his tools and removing his outdoor clothes, cleaning himself of any trace of his career. He would count down every minute that he spent beneath the water before exiting the shower and drying himself off. He wouldn't bother to get dressed before returning to their bedroom with nothing but a towel around his waist.

And every evening, like clockwork, she would be waiting there for him.

Dressed in nothing but a silk robe bought with his ill-obtained fortune, hands resting lightly on her lap as she stared blankly at the clock. Knowing that he would come to her at the same time of every day. She would look over at the sound of the door closing behind him, standing without a single word and walking towards him as if under a command. Her hands would rest beside his waist. His lifted to take a light hold of her jawline, tilting her to the perfect angle for a kiss. She knew how long he would linger, which distance he would pull away, even how subtly his low eyelids would lift.

His thumb would run along her cheek, wedding band pressed against her jaw. Slowly admiring the woman before him. His gaze would lower before meeting her lips again, subtly tapping his forehead against her own as a warning before moving to someplace else. His hands gradually traveled to her hips before reaching the sash that held her clothing shut, pulling it off in one swift motion as the fabric fluttered open. He would take a look at her. Looking for any signs of doubt. She only ever returned his gaze with a resigned, silent acceptance, never once being less or more.

The two would make their way over to their vast bed as his arms wrapped around her waist. His hands traveled in such familiar patterns that she no longer felt surprised. He sat beside her as she sat against the sheets, head lowering to her shoulder to fully push the fabric off. He was always careful with undressing her no matter how many times he saw the exact same sight, patiently guiding her arms out of the loose sleeves and making sure to slide his hands along whatever was exposed. Telling her that he'd known and loved everything that he saw.

Her robe would fall against the floor with a soft sound as he gradually worked his way around her self. Their posture would steadily give way until she lay against the sheets, his body always positioned on top of hers. He would reach over for her hand without looking. It only ever rested in the same place, waiting to feel his frigid touch and loosely lace their hands together. She would gently rub her thumb against his own to show her faint reciprocation of his love. Only then would he take it as a sign to continue.

With his soft touch and tender care, she couldn't help but let herself relax beneath him. Whatever stresses she'd acquired during the day would all unravel in the night. Her thoughts would be consumed by him and him alone, cementing her as his lover for what felt like the thousandth time. He held and savored every noise that reached his ears before going to search for more. Even with such a firm routine that they found themselves following, it still held the very same amount of pleasure as always.

Her hands would twitch as if on instinct whenever their bodies reached a certain point, his head lifting to meet her gaze as she reached for his waist's towel. Tossing it aside, they shared a look of purely wordless confirmation yet again. Her hand would lift to hold his face, her lips closing for a swallow before parting to share one more kiss with him. He let her palm guide him forward until they met. As if asking for her permission, he would gently hold her side and slide his touch along her thigh until she nodded subtly.

And he would hold her hand again, feeling her tightly grip his palm until the pressure subsided. Her eyes would squeeze shut until she felt comfortable enough to let out the breath she held. He waited to see the faint glimpse of her irises once they slowly drifted open another time, head lowering to kiss her cheek as his body began to move. It never failed to earn a soft sigh from her lips. A single faint movement of air that sent a shiver down his spine.

Her thoughts would start to blur together. She was able to predict every event up to that point, each subtle movement of his hands against her skin, and yet her train of thought would always be derailed at the same point of every night. He had tailored every single one of his actions to suit her needs, taking note of her reactions as the woman he had chosen once and for all. The one that showed him what it truly meant to treasure another.

They both went into their relationship while viewing it as nothing more than a false front. An agreement between two parties for the better of them both. He never thought he could love her. She thought she knew he never would. She spent her time with him while viewing it as nothing more than a business expense, and yet after a certain point, she found herself thinking of him in her off time. Letting herself slip deeper into the depths of night. She found pleasure in the sweet love he made to her, longing for his company and enjoying when it was there.

He felt the same, in his own way. His love for her changed from something he felt obligated to say to something he meant from the bottom of his heart. He would look at her as she laid exhausted beneath him, taking a towel to wipe the sweat from her body before reaching up for her face. His palm rested against her cheek as she gazed tiredly at him, blinking unevenly until he made her eyes drift shut. She placed her hand over his knuckles and traced gently along his skin as he touched a kiss to her lips, brushing her hair behind her ear with just the tips of his fingers.

His hair cast shadows on her face from the way he leaned over her frame, giving her every single ounce of his attention as he lingered for a moment longer. My love, he would say to her, touching his forehead to her own. Is there anything you'd like?

Her answer would differ from time to time. Something to drink, a light dessert, a scented bath. He would do everything without question, however trivial or needlessly specific it was. She would smile and give him her thanks despite how he never reacted either way. Her gratitude felt unneeded, and yet, touching. A warmth would spread through his body for a reason he didn't understand. He could understand objectively the kinds of connections formed between individuals, but he had always seen himself as immune to such weaknesses. None of it ever made much sense to him.

He'd be reminded of such questions every time he looked at her. Each time she'd place a fragile arm around his waist and lean warmly against his side. Closing her eyes in a display of honest trust. He consistently judged others for their shortcomings when it came to emotionally-fueled mistakes, yet whenever he looked at her, and whenever she would fumble the same human things... He couldn't bring himself to see her in a different light at all. She would still look so perfect to him. Even more so, if he would let himself admit it. She had a strength that only came with the same vulnerabilities he never showed. Her world was different than his own. Fundamentally so. She always welcomed him inside however clueless to it he was.

Out of every request she ever gave him when he asked, his favorite of them by far was the one that came from exhaustion. You, Illumi. When she would confess her affection in such a roundabout way, smiling at the blank way he stared back at her in return before lowering to her side. Holding her against his deceptively muscular chest. She would ask questions about his day that no one else had ever bothered thinking of. She couldn't care less how succinct or eloquent he decided to be. It meant enough that he was willing to answer, the vibrations inside his chest being her favorite, familiar sound.

His heart was fainter than anyone she'd ever heard. She had been told the trait ran in his family. He would let her run through all of her questions until she trailed off to silence, sleeping soundly enough for him to leave her side without waking her. His first priority was finding clean clothes to dress the both of them in before tidying the room and fixing up the bed's blankets. Her arms would instinctively move around him as soon as he returned to her side. It made him pause without fail whenever he felt her embrace, having to tell himself that it was how she showed her affection. Those kinds of displays were more than rare in his life leading up to her.

But once he met and welcomed her into his life, they felt impossible to live without.