#illumi zoldyck fic

[bwabys-scenarios]

Illumi stares at you often, and when I mean often, 95% of the time spent with him involves him staring at you at least a little.

His big, black eyes always seem drawn to you when you’re in his vicinity, pulling you into their dark depths. You’d think it would feel cold, considering his profession or cold personality, but looking into his eyes feels strangely warm and fills you with fuzzy feelings.

The dark haired assassin had never felt the way he felt about you before. At first he hated the way you made him feel, avoiding you at all costs. But the distance made his heart hurt, which again, is something he’s never really felt before.

If he hadn’t met you, none of this would have happened. Maybe… just maybe if he just took care of you and ended your life, that would make his heart stop racing every time he spotted you.

But he could never do it. You were full of blind spots, way too trusting, and much weaker than him, but still… he could never find the chance to kill you.

No… that’s not true. Just by walking past you alone, he could count at least 14 ways he could have swiftly ended your life within seconds, but when he moved to pull out his needles… he physically couldn’t. The needles heavy in his pocket, his heart thumping against his chest so fast that it made breathing difficult.

Killing was the only way he knew how to really interact with others. Killing them, killing for them… it’s all he really knew. So when you spotted him at a party for Hunters that he only attended so he could gather information on a target and invited him to join you for a drink… he couldn’t say no.

While the two of you talked, every little thing you did was noted down by him and stored away in his brain. The way you drilled your fingernails against the table when you were trying to remember something, the way you smiled softly when he occasionally spoke up, and even the way you breathed.

When you got up to leave, you gently patted his shoulder, saying that the two of you should ‘hang out sometime’.

And that single touch was the beginning of the end.

Just that small amount of physical contact made him feel way more drunk than the drink he’d been sipping on. The warmth of your touch reminded him of the first time he tried rum. The warm, almost scorching feeling of the liquor running down his throat almost matched the intensity of that little touch.

And he wanted more.

He had never gotten as hard as he did the night after you touched him. He found himself jerking off to pictures he found of you on your social media, imagining your pussy clenching around him instead of the touch of his hand.

As the months passed, you found yourself encountering Illumi a lot more than you had in the past. Whether it be on jobs, random bump ins at the bar or while you were shopping… it’s like you saw him everywhere these days.

Illumi felt no guilt over putting a small tracking device in your bag. After all, he killed people for a living, this was nothing.

He told himself that he was just fascinated with your ability, or perhaps even your knowledge on a specific subject. But that shouldn’t have been enough for him to be carrying you home from the bar after you had a few too many, his hands holding back your hair when you needed to vomit.

Illumi had never taken care of someone before, but when he attempted to leave you to your own devices, your hand held onto his sleeve.

“Don’t go…”

This is when he realized that he didn’t want anything you could give him that he thought. Your knowledge or your abilities meant nothing to him in the moment, what mattered is that he was curled up next to you, staring at you as you slept.

Illumi could go multiple days without sleep, so he spent the entire night just staring. Here you were, with your cheek squished against his arm, your hands clutching his shirt as you slept.

Could you ever even comprehend the things he had seen and done? Did you even understand that the man you had allowed into your bed ended other’s lives for a price?

You slept so soundly, as if you were not curled up with an experienced assassin. He couldn’t help but reach out and cup your cheek, squeezing the soft flesh between two of his nimble, pale fingers. This made to whine a bit in your sleep, but it didn’t wake you.

He was just… in awe of you. Everything you did had his heart racing. Even asleep, your actions could send him into cardiac arrest if he wasn’t careful.

As he caressed you, something he had been wanting to do for a while, his mind wandered.

What would happen if someone like him was sent to kill you? You were too trusting, too kind and naive for your own good.

He couldn’t let that happen.

That thought made him pause. For the first time in his life, he wanted to protect someone instead of use them for his personal gain. You weren’t just a means to an end or a stepping stone to his success… you were you.

And he loved you.

Love… the concept was foreign to him, but if that was the word that described what he was feeling for you… maybe he could somewhat understand the cheap romance novels he had read when bored on missions.

In the morning, you were sick again. He did his best to help you. Illumi had seen plenty of nasty things, he could handle some vomit and tears.

“Thank you, Illumi…”

He glanced to you as he put on his coat to leave. You were in your pajamas still, your face still a bit warm from embarrassment. The two of you barely knew each other, yet you had roped him into taking care of you.

“It was… no trouble.”

“B-but it was! Can’t I do anything for you to make up for it?”

He stopped, pausing by the door. “… be mine.”

The heat in your face increased tenfold. “What… did you just say?”

“I said be mine.”

Illumi was in front of you in no time, his hand was cold, but firm on your waist. “I want you, (Name).”

“Um…”

You laughed nervously, flustered. “How about a date?”

“Those terms are acceptable.”

As Illumi walked towards the car that had come to pick him up, he was already planning out how he’d bring up the prospect of marriage to his family. Of course they wouldn’t stop him, but he would prefer their approval.

Illumi opened his phone, seeing that you had texted him.

(Name): how about Sunday at 7 pm?

That was in two days. Would he be able to find a ring that suited you by then? Ah… but he really wanted to see you again as soon as possible.

Illumi: Sounds great.

He could feel himself get hard with excitement. As he looked out at the scenery passing by, he wondered if you wanted one or two kids.

‘Three or more would be best… but I’ll let her decide. She’ll be the one bearing my children after all.’

Unbeknownst to you, your entire future was being laid out for you. For the better or worse.

[hopesangelsprite]

The Summoning

Pairing: Vampire!Illumi x Reader

Summary: Being immortal can grow very old, very quickly and Illumi's found that out the hard way. The only reasonable solution would be to find a suitable playmate, right?

Warnings: mentions of blood/death/murder, biting, size/strength difference, fingering, oral (m receiving), unprotected p in v, dacryphilia, breeding kink, degradation, female ejaculation, manipulation (vampire compulsion)

MINORS/AGELESS ACCS DNI

Viewer discretion is advised.

Oh, and my love

Did I mistake you for a sign from God?

Or are you really here to cast me off?

Or maybe just to turn me on

Illumi watched with half-lidded eyes as his servants removed a corpse from his feet, nothing left of the younger male but an empty, soulless husk. How many had he gone through now? 30? 300? Whatever the death toll was, it didn't matter. Illumi no longer cared for numbers, the sheer quantity of his years on earth drawing him to the conclusion that they were overrated.

"Bring me the next one.", he ordered while leaning further into the large throne chair he'd taken residence in, "If this one doesn't satisfy me, I'll be draining one of you in their place.". Illumi let threat roll off his blood-stained lips easily, keen on fulfilling it should he be presented another weakling.

There was a brief silence before the doors to his quarters opened, your figure edging closer uncertainly. The closer you got, the better he was able to analyze you. Unlike his previous victims, there were no tears in your eyes or trembling in your limbs. Though you eyed him warily, he sensed you were more curious than afraid. You were quite attractive, as well; with smooth curves just barely concealed by what was left of a skirt and halter top. As you finally got within arm's reach of him, you sank to your knees with fluttering lashes.

Illumi's cock twitched at the sight, the position giving him a perfect view of your tits and exposed thighs. "Do you know why you're here, pretty thing?", he inquired whilst making a mental note of just how fragile you were in comparison to him. To any mortal man, you'd be considered healthy, maybe even too much so for those on the weaker end of the male spectrum. To Illumi, however, you were nothing but a doll, a plaything he could bend and contort to his undead heart's content.

"I was running from my old life... I was promised shelter.", you answered after a moment and Illumi chuckled. He leaned forward, crimson tongue flicking over glinting fangs, and grasped your face with a large, ring-laden hand. "There's no safety for you here, little doll, only death or imprisonment.", he drawled out, keen eyes catching the way your thighs pressed together at his touch. With one hand, you removed his hand from your face, head turning to place a kiss on his palm. The other you placed on his dark denim-clad thigh, fingers tracing patterns into the coarse material. "Then I should aim to please, no?", you inquired as your hand crept closer to his belt.

'Cause these days

I would be lying if I told you that

I didn't wish that I could be your man

Or maybe make a good girl bad

A smirk graced Illumi's lips at your insinuation, lust deepening within him as you carefully undid his belt's clasp. So, he leaned back, dark eyes watching you like a predator behind inky tresses. He pushed his hips forward to allow you better access to him, reveling in the tiny gasp you let out upon freeing his cock. His skin was milky, fading into a pretty pink closer to his weeping tip; a few veins adorned his shaft, a little longer than he was thick. Your mouth watered at the sight, core moistening as you took him into your hands.

Illumi groaned at the softness of your skin against his, catching his bottom lip between a fang as you gave him a few experimental strokes. You shuffled closer, knees no doubt bruising from the floor's harsh surface. You placed your chin on his knees, inquiring eyes boring into his as you swiped a thumb over his leaky slit; you were seeking permission, how wonderfully submissive of you. "Go on then, have a taste.", he permitted with a lazy nod.

His breath caught in his throat as your warm, plush lips enveloped his cockhead, your tongue following shortly afterward. You kissed him wetly, the taste of precum unfamiliar yet welcomed. You took him into your mouth once more, this time sucking him as far back into your throat as you could. A deep, satisfied hum rumbled through Illumi's chest as he watched you begin to come up for air, a blood-stained hand tangling itself into your hair to stop your rising and push you down further. "Now, now. Don't underestimate yourself, darling, you can take a little bit more.", he mewled over the sound of your gagging, "Can't you?".

Illumi finally let you up after a few moments, cooing at the sight of tear-streaked mascara kissing your cheeks. Still, your eyes only held a strange look of awe and adoration; one that Illumi found himself mirroring as you continued to suck him off ever so sweetly. Illumi hissed as he pulled you off his cock, leaning down to catch your lips with his. He deepened the kiss as he guided you from the floor onto his lap, the taste of his arousal on your tongue only making him harder.

As Illumi broke the kiss, lips dipping to nip at your neck while his hands slipped underneath your skirt, a low curse escaped him as his fingers met your bare, soaked core. He found his sanity waning. "Nothing underneath?", he hummed as he brought your face close to his, "What a pretty little slut you are.". He locked eyes with you, eye contact unwavering as he pushed two long fingers past your entrance and began searching for that soft, spongy spot he knew would have you singing praises.

You whimpered upon the intrusion, thighs quaking as he began scissoring you open. Illumi took your bottom lip between his teeth and tugged, enjoying your breathy moans and the noises coming from your sopping cunt. "Feels good, doesn't it.", he chuckled as your hips began rutting against his palm, "I think we both know what'll feel much better, though.".

I've got a river running right into you

I've got a blood trail, red in the blue

Something you say or something you do

The taste of the divine

Before you could reach your high, Illumi pulled his fingers from your cunt. Without a second of hesitation, he shoved those same fingers into your throat as he pulled you down onto his cock, allowing very little protest as your pelvises met abruptly. More tears welled behind your lash line as you adjusted to the stretch of him overfilling your pussy, tip nuzzled snuggly against your cervix and g-spot. "Filthy fucking whore.", he spat as he pulled his fingers from your mouth and began manhandling you up the expanse of his shaft, "My filthy fucking whore.".

You cried out in pleasure as he pulled you back down, setting a quick and unforgiving rhythm. Illumi watched your tits bounce beneath the fabric of your top ruefully as he continued to use you like a doll. He growled as he tugged at its neckline, hips bucking up into you as it freed your breasts with a loud rip. You shivered as Illumi leaned forward to take one of your nipples between his teeth, gently tugging at it before swirling his tongue around the sensitive flesh. He continued his ministrations, switching between left and right, with a single hand keeping a bruising grip on your hip while the other busied itself by rolling your clit between its thumb and index finger.

Illumi felt your soft walls flutter around him and he groaned into your skin, pulling your body impossibly closer to his. He released your tit with a loud pop, hips pistoning his cock into you faster as he licked a stripe up your chest and neck. It didn't take him long to find your pulse, suckling over the skin while imagining just how sweet you'd taste. Soon, his cock was throbbing in perfect time with your moans, his high growing closer and closer the more you called out his name and begged him to slow down. Instead, he removed himself from your neck, pulling your forehead against his to lock eyes with you.

The air between and around you quickly grew tense, a steady thrum of energy bringing you closer to your high as Illumi's dark eyes melted into a bloody, crimson shade. "Cum for me.", he moaned into your mouth, head dipping to pierce your skin with his fangs. Without warning, your orgasm washed over you like a tidal wave, curses and pleas tumbling from your lips as the stinging pain of being bitten melded into overwhelming pleasure. Your mind grew numb as you came, your arousal spraying over Illumi's lap as he drank you in. And you let him, body trembling and unable to come down from the violent high he'd brought upon you.

You've got my body, flesh, and bone

The sky above, the earth below

Nothing to say and nowhere to go

A taste of the divine

Illumi released your neck after a long moment, tongue lapping up a few stray beads of blood as he pulled your hips flush against his and filled you with his seed. Another tremor crept down your spine at the sudden hot, sticky substance filling your womb, Illumi whispering sweet nothings and pretty vows into your ear to coax you out of the trance he'd locked you in. You blinked once, then twice, to clear the white spots and tears from your vision.

"There you are, little one.~", he purred before placing a kiss on the now bruising bite mark he'd given you, "Was afraid I lost you for a second.". All you could do was whimper, slumping forward to rest your head in the crook of his shoulder. Your scent faintly mingled with sex and iron filled his nostrils, tempting him to finish draining and breeding you. He let you rest, though, leaning back into the chair with his cock still plugging you full as he, too, drifted into sleep for the first time in centuries.

Besides, the venom and cum in your system would need time to take effectively.

[mayxo-hxh]

People who think Illumi is serious 24/7 and portray him as such drive me crazy have u seen that goofy ass man... Hes sarcastic and jokes in a twisted sense of humor only he gets all the time and he literally says "Yo" to greet people he's serious when needs to be but he is GOOFY

Like look at this guy. Goofy as fuck

I think the biggest giveaway to his goofiness is gittarackur. Out of all persona disguises to create he created the goofiest man that is always smiling and twitching and cracking when he moves like come on now. He is so very not serious

LIKE EVEN HISOKA SEES HIM AS A SILLY GUY LOOK AT HOW HE DEPICTS HIM IN HIS TOY BOX. SILLY BOY :33333

[fourthavecafe]

you’re illumi’s test subject for a new torture method

"You said you trusted me" Illumi says, his voice emotionless yet strangely compelling. His eyes flick to yours, unblinking. "I’m trying something new. Father suggested a technique that is... effective for breaking people."

You swallow, your heart racing. You knew Illumi was an assassin, trained in countless ways to dismantle human will but you never imagined he would turn his focus on you for this experiment. Still, you had agreed, trusting him, even as you had no idea what was about to unfold.

“I’ll start slow” Illumi murmurs, his fingers hovering just above your exposed skin. His hand moves to your side, brushing lightly against your ribcage, causing a faint twitch. “Tickling... it seems ridiculous” he muses, more to himself than to you “but Father swears it’s effective.”

His touch remains light, almost clinical at first but the sensation soon becomes unbearable as he focuses on your most sensitive spots, his fingers tracing with precision. His eyes narrow slightly as he observes your reaction, your body jolting and writhing but his expression remains cold, detached.

“You’re squirming” he remarks, his voice low and flat, as though commenting on something mundane

You can’t help but let out a breathless laugh, your body reacting involuntarily to the torment but Illumi merely tilts his head, continuing with eerie precision. He’s meticulous, exploring each ticklish spot, knowing exactly how to keep you on edge without ever truly relenting.

“Interesting” he says softly, not even pausing. “I didn’t expect you to laugh so much.” His voice carries no judgment, only the curiosity of someone conducting an experiment. His fingers ghost over your stomach now, causing a fresh wave of helpless laughter.

“This is supposed to drive you to the brink” he continues, his tone almost thoughtful “and it seems... effective.”

He increases the intensity ever so slightly, still calm, still unhurried. You're gasping for breath, laughter pouring out of you uncontrollably but Illumi’s expression remains stoic, his eyes fixed on you with unnerving focus. His fingers now press into your skin more deliberately, the pressure causing an electric surge of sensation to ripple through your body.

Illumi pauses for a moment, his cold gaze dropping to a small timer he sets on the nightstand. “I won’t stop until this is up” he states, his voice devoid of emotion, almost as if he’s informing you of something as trivial as the time of day. "I want to see how long you can endure."

A soft click echoes through the room as the timer begins, its rhythmic ticking the only sound besides your frantic breathing.

Illumi’s thumb sinks into your ribs, carefully applying pressure with surgical precision and this time, the sensation is overwhelming. Your body jerks, erupting into loud, uncontrollable laughter. It's no longer the light chuckles from before; this is pure, helpless laughter that consumes you, leaving you gasping for air between fits of giggles.

Illumi doesn’t react, his face a mask of calm indifference. His hands move slowly, tactically, as if studying every inch of your ribcage with a clinical detachment. “I wonder” he says, almost in a whisper, “if I can break you like this.”

His thumb digs gently but firmly into one of your ribs, and your body arches involuntarily. "One" he counts, his tone measured, like he’s keeping track of something far more important than your suffering.

The torment continues, his fingers sliding to the next rib, pressing with that same calculated pressure. "Two” he murmurs, his focus unwavering as he watches your every reaction. Your mind is clouded with hysterical laughter, unable to think of anything but the relentless sensations of his hands exploring every sensitive nerve.

"Three” he continues, unphased by your desperate thrashing. There’s no rush in his movements, no change in his demeanor. It's as if time is bending to his will, slowing down as he methodically works his way across your ribs, counting each one with maddening precision.

The psychological weight of the ticking timer presses down on you. You don’t know how much time has passed but the thought of enduring this for minutes longer sends waves of panic through your already fragile state. Illumi’s words cut through your spiraling thoughts.

“I think I’m starting to understand why Father recommended this method” he muses, his thumb sinking deeper into your side. “It’s fascinating how something so trivial can have such a powerful effect.”

"Four" he counts again, his voice chillingly calm, as if nothing about your gasping laughter or writhing body fazes him. He’s utterly absorbed in the experiment, as though every sound and movement you make is data to be analyzed.

Each press of his fingers draws more frantic laughter from you, your body trembling with the effort to breathe. But Illumi doesn’t stop—he doesn’t even hesitate. He is relentless, his hands continuing their torturous exploration, counting each rib with cruel precision.

You don’t know if you can last until the timer stops. But Illumi doesn’t seem concerned with that—he’s more interested in whether you’ll break before it runs out.

Without a word, Illumi's hands leave your ribs, his movements unhurried as he reaches for a small bottle on the nightstand. Your eyes widen in recognition when you see it— baby oil.

He opens the cap with a soft click, and without asking, he begins applying it onto your underarms. The cool liquid drips onto your skin, causing you to immediately squeal from the unexpected sensation. The slickness makes your skin hypersensitive, and you know, with a sinking feeling, that this will make it so much worse.

"Father mentioned this can heighten the sensitivity”Illumi murmurs thoughtfully, his tone still flat, as if he were discussing the weather. "It's interesting how a small application of oil can make your skin so much more responsive."

You're barely able to brace yourself before Illumi's fingernails glide across your now-oiled underarms. The sensation is excruciatingly ticklish, a soft yet unbearable scratching that sends you into immediate hysterics. Your body bucks against the restraints but Illumi doesn't flinch, his focus purely on the methodical torment of your skin.

His fingertips glide smoothly, his nails brushing lightly at first, teasing, exploring, before he applies more pressure. "You're reacting faster now" he observes in his usual calm tone, as though he's narrating your every movement. "That's good. It means the oil is working."

He's oblivious to how his words, paired with his actions, only make everything worse. His thumbs dig into the hollows of your underarms now, sending you into an uncontrollable frenzy. It's not painful-it's the exact opposite, a maddeningly ticklish sensation that robs you of all thought. You're laughing so hard that it feels like you might just lose yourself completely.

Illumi watches with a slight tilt of his head, unblinking. "You're so sensitive here” he muses, his thumbs kneading with careful precision into the soft skin under your arms.

"I didn't expect this area to be so... effective,does it feel overwhelming? Your body is shaking quite a lot." You can't even respond, your laughter consuming every ounce of your energy.

Illumi remains oblivious to how teasing his words sound, how each clinical observation lands like an extra layer of torment. He's being tactical, focused on the experiment but to you, it feels like the ultimate game of control and you're losing.

His fingers start moving again, his nails gliding lightly, then pressing deeper into the tender skin of your underarms, alternating between the two extremes. The oil allows his touch to slip easily, smoothly, never giving you a moment of relief.

"Do you think you'll last until the timer runs out?" Illumi asks, his voice so matter-of-fact that it's maddening. His fingers continue their torturous dance, his nails flicking over the oiled surface of your skin. "It's fascinating how your body reacts, even though this isn't meant to cause real harm.You can't stop yourself, can you?"

His thumbs dig in again, this time pressing just the right amount of pressure to send your body into convulsions of laughter. Your mind is barely holding on, overwhelmed by the ticklish onslaught. Illumi remains unfazed, never stopping his slow, deliberate torment.

"I wonder" he says softly, his fingers continuing to explore, "how long until you beg me to stop?"

Tears begin streaming down your face, a mix of overwhelming laughter and the sheer intensity of Illumi's methodical torment.

You're trembling, gasping for breath but the timer continues its relentless ticking-there's no end in sight yet.

Illumi, still unmoved by your obvious distress, shifts his focus. His eyes, cold and analytical, lower to your legs. Without a word, he reaches for the baby oil once more, his expression unreadable as he pushes your skirt upwards, exposing your thighs fully to his view. A wave of shyness rushes over you and instinctively, you try to close your legs but the ropes binding your ankles keep them spread wide apart, rendering you helpless.

"You're trying to move again" Illumi remarks, his voice calm, barely a whisper as he applies the oil to his fingers. "But the ropes are doing their job." He doesn't seem to notice-or care-about your discomfort as he spreads the cool oil onto your inner and upper thighs, his touch slow, deliberate, as if savoring every moment of your reaction.

The moment his hands make contact with your sensitive skin, a shiver shoots down your spine. Illumi's fingers squeeze your thighs slowly, the oil making his grip glide over your skin with unnerving ease. Each squeeze is precise, teasing, and the sensation is unbearable. You squirm, your body instinctively trying to escape, but the restraints hold you firmly in place.

"You're much more reactive here” Illumi comments, his fingers pressing slightly harder into the soft flesh of your inner thighs. "Are you more sensitive in this area?You're shaking more than before." His tone is, as always, devoid of emotion but the words themselves are maddeningly teasing, as though he's playing with you without even realizing it.

His hands glide up and down your thighs, squeezing, kneading the tender skin with agonizing slowness. You're desperate to close your legs, to shield yourself from the torment but the ropes keep them spread wide, leaving you utterly exposed to his meticulous touch.

The sensation is too much—his fingers, slick with oil, sliding along your skin, each squeeze sending jolts of unbearable ticklishness through your entire body.

"You can't stop squirming" Illumi observes, his voice as cold and detached as ever. His fingers slip higher, brushing dangerously close to even more sensitive spots. "It's fascinating how easily your body reacts to this. I'm barely applying pressure."

He continues his methodical exploration, his fingers squeezing your inner thighs with increasing intensity, sending waves of ticklish agony through you. You thrash in your bonds, trying to twist away, but there's nowhere to go. The ropes, the oil and Illumi's precise touch all combine to leave you completely at his mercy.

"Still trying to resist" he murmurs, his hands never stopping their torment. "I wonder how much longer you can last. The timer hasn't stopped yet."

Each squeeze of his hands drives you further into madness, the slick feeling of the oil heightening every sensation. You're caught in a relentless cycle of laughter, tears, and helplessness, and Illumi shows no sign of stopping. His fingers continue their deliberate torment, never rushing, always patient, as if he has all the time in the world to see just how far he can push you.

"You can't hold on much longer, can you?" he asks, his words so innocently cruel, still not realizing how much power they hold over you. "Let's see if this will finally break you."

Illumi's focus remains unwavering as he reaches for something else on the table. You can't see what it is until he pulls out a toothbrush and your heart races with confusion and dread. What could he possibly intend to do with that?

Before you can process the thought, he applies more baby oil directly into your bellybutton. The cool liquid pools there, causing you to immediately flinch and squirm, an instinctual reaction to the unexpected sensation. But that moment of discomfort pales in comparison to what happens next.

Illumi turns on the toothbrush and the soft whirring sound fills the room, sending a shiver down your spine. You watch, wide-eyed, as he brings the vibrating bristles closer. Panic floods through you just as he presses the toothbrush directly into your bellybutton. The sensation is like nothing you've ever experienced-an overwhelming mix of ticklishness and electric stimulation that sends your body jolting in shock.

"Didn't expect that, did you?" Illumi says, his voice devoid of emotion but tinged with an unsettling hint of satisfaction. You jerk and squeal, laughter spilling from you uncontrollably. You can't help but squirm desperately, trying to escape this new level of torment, but the ropes holding your ankles apart keep you helpless.

Illumi watches with clinical interest, his expression betraying no hint of the pleasure you're in. "Your body is so responsive" he observes, almost as if he's analyzing a subject in a lab. "I wonder how much longer till you break."

As the electric toothbrush continues to vibrate relentlessly against your skin, you're caught between a blend of sensations that leaves you breathless. The laughter pours out of you, each jolt from the toothbrush triggering waves of ticklish agony that overwhelm your senses.

Illumi's other hand moves to your upper thigh, squeezing the soft flesh dangerously close to your most sensitive areas. "This area seems particularly sensitive" he notes, applying just enough pressure to elicit another round of desperate laughter from you. "I didn't expect you to react this strongly."

You try to wriggle away from him but he's relentless, holding your thigh firmly as he continues to torment you. "You look so vulnerable like this" he continues, his voice low and eerily calm. "It's fascinating to see how easily I can elicit these reactions from you."

"P-please" you manage to choke out between gasps of laughter but it's muffled by your frantic breaths. The electric toothbrush presses harder into your bellybutton, the vibrations sending shivers throughout your entire body and Illumi's fingers press deeper into your thigh, driving you further into madness.

"Please what?" he asks, his tone teasing yet indifferent. "Are you begging for mercy? I'd hate to disappoint you, but I want to see how far you can go before you reach your limit."

Your laughter rises in pitch, mingling with squeals as the toothbrush vibrates with relentless persistence. You're losing track of time, the sensations blurring together as Illumi expertly combines the tickling of your bellybutton with the pressure on your thigh.

Each movement of his fingers is calculated, designed to keep you on edge, to push you to your breaking point.

"I never thought tickle torture would be so fascinating," he continues, the smirk on his face growing wider with each reaction he draws from you. "But here we are, and you're quite the willing participant, aren't you?"

You can't respond, laughter overtaking your ability to think clearly and the humiliation of your situation only adds to your distress.

Illumi's eyes are locked on you, his focus unbroken, his demeanor as cold and calculating as ever.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity of torment, Illumi leans in closer, his expression slightly more animated as he observes your plight. "You know" he muses, "I wonder if you'd be able to speak if I removed that gag.Would you beg me to stop, or do you think you could endure it longer?"

The idea of speaking feels so far away, your laughter mixing with frantic gasps as the electric toothbrush continues its assault on your bellybutton. You're left helpless, caught in a cycle of ticklish madness, the timer ticking away as Illumi watches you with that unnerving focus, completely oblivious to how he's pushing you to the very edge.

Illumi finally removes the gag ball and the rush of air fills your lungs as you frantically yell for him to stop. “Please, Illumi! You have to stop!” Tears stream down your face, the laughter still bubbling beneath the surface but now mixed with genuine desperation. You’re trembling, overwhelmed by the sensations he’s inflicted upon you.

He pauses for just a moment and you can see a flicker of amusement in his eyes as he watches your frantic reaction. “Tickling really can be quite an effective torture technique” he remarks, almost scientifically, as if he’s taking notes on your distress. There’s a coldness to his voice, an unsettling calmness that makes your heart race.

You’re still reeling from the intensity of the experience when Illumi leans in closer, his expression unreadable. He lifts his hand to show you the timer he had set on the table and horror washes over your face as you see it counting down. The numbers blink steadily: 4 hours.

“No… no, no!” you cry out, panic rising in your chest. “You can’t be serious!”

He simply watches you, his gaze unwavering, as you plead with him. “I won’t stop until the timer is done” he replies coldly, as if stating a fact. “It’s all part of the experiment. I want to see just how long you can endure this.”

“Please, Illumi! I can’t take it anymore!” Your voice trembles, tears streaming down your cheeks as the weight of the situation sinks in. The thought of four more hours of this torture feels unbearable and the reality that he seems completely unaffected by your distress only heightens your fear.

He doesn’t respond immediately, instead taking a moment to observe your emotional state. The contrast between your vulnerability and his icy demeanor is striking. “You’re still laughing” he notes, almost thoughtfully, as if trying to dissect your reactions further. “That’s interesting. It seems like your body is responding in ways you don’t expect.”

“I’m begging you!” you sob, trying to catch your breath. “Just let me go! I can’t handle it!”

Illumi tilts his head slightly, as if considering your words. “You’re begging, yet your body is still reacting to the tickling” he points out, an unsettling smirk creeping onto his face. “It’s fascinating, really. You’re caught between wanting it to stop and not being able to control your laughter.”

“Please!” you cry again, feeling the heat of humiliation creeping up your face. “This isn’t funny!”

His smirk only widens, a chilling contrast to the torment he’s inflicting. “Perhaps not for you” he concedes, his fingers moving back to your thighs, teasingly close to your most sensitive areas. “But I find it quite amusing.”

Without another word, he resumes his torturous pace, the electric toothbrush buzzing back to life as he presses it into your bellybutton once more. The sensation floods you again, stronger than before, mixing with the overwhelming urgency of your pleas. “Illumi! No! Please stop!”

But his only reply is the cold, calculating look in his eyes as he expertly manipulates your reactions, digging deeper into your ribs and squeezing your thighs, drawing forth another round of laughter mixed with cries of desperation.

“I suppose I’ll just have to keep testing how much you can handle” he says, his tone almost playful as he continues the relentless torment. “Let’s see if you can last the full four hours.”

Each second stretches into eternity as you’re left to face the reality of his experiment, the timer counting down while your laughter and pleas fill the room. Illumi’s focus is unbroken, a cold observer of your suffering, and you’re left with nothing but the knowledge that he has no intention of stopping anytime soon.

[cheesecakethots]

i love the idea of more refined/rich yanderes like chrollo & illumi dealing with a messy and ‘i don’t care what others think about me’ type darling.

you always have a few crumbs or smudges of food on your face. sometimes some dirt or grass stains in the new and very expensive robe he bought you. hair so frizzy and knotted that you whine and cringe when he tries to brush it for you.

chrollo won’t admit it, but he finds it all very endearing, and he can’t help but grow more madly in love with you every time he’s able to bring out his clean white handkerchief and softly wipe away dirt on your face. it makes him feel like some prince looking after his secret lover; a young peasant who just seems to need his help at every turn.

illumi sometimes finds it more mildly annoying than endearing, seeing you as some feral cat who hasn’t yet been integrated properly into home life. other times he jumps at the opportunity given to him, just as chrollo does. illumi is a little less reserved about it. pulling you into an either ridiculous freezing or nearly boiling hot bath, and scrubbing at you with a foresty scented soap (… it reminds him of you.) he’s a bit demeaning… seeing you as something he has to tame like some unruly pet. still, he doesn’t want to completely take that spark from you.

it’s one of the reasons he loves you so much, after all.

[cat3ch1sm]

hii i think this is my first time requesting from you so hopefully I do it right..

can you do sfw headcannons of Hisoka, illumi, and Kurapika with an s/o who has a terrifying nen aura? like stronger and more menacing then theirs? and can you do gender neutral reader? thanks :]

🕷️~ hello!! welcome to my inbox 💚 thanks for your request! if you’re ever wondering what info to put in a request just view the pinned post on my profile! tyy <33

(:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅) gn!reader, sfw

𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐤𝐚, 𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐢, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐬/𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐚

hisoka

hisoka isn’t usually fazed by anyone’s aura because his own is so overpowering. his aura is just so eerie and unsettling that he never needs to pay any mind to anyone else’s because he’s usually the one people stay away from. but when you enter the picture, that all changes. the second you even enter a building every person in there is instantly weighed down by the darkness and menace of your aura, including hisoka, and he can’t help but feel fearful because that is simply the only emotion your aura allows anyone around it to feel. but fear doesn’t affect hisoka like it does other people. rather, he’s intrigued.

hisoka obviously has a thing for people who can kill him, so he likes to be around you just for the twisted euphoria he experiences of being actually genuinely scared. he knows that if you wanted to or he made one wrong move, that you could kill him in a second, and that fills him with an uncanny amount of pleasure. as a matter of fact, he’ll regularly push your boundaries just to feel the rush when your aura spikes. it’s like his favorite thing to do

illumi

okay let me just say you’ve gotta be pretty goddamn scary to overshadow an aura like illumi’s. even when he’s not trying he’s still scary as shit 🙏🏾

illumi isn’t someone who normally feels things like fear, anxiety, anything along those lines. but when he first encounters you, he can’t deny the overpowering sense of dread he’s filled with when he’s even near you. it’s not like he’s legitimately scared of you or anything, but it’s more like trepidation is literally forced into him. like he has no choice but to fear your aura. this is a brand-new thing to him, too- not even the phantom troupe or anyone in his family has such an awful presence. and to be honest, illumi doesn’t like having the tables turned on him- he’s usually the one people run away from and go out of their way to avoid.

i imagine he’d watch you from a distance for a while- either by having needle people go keep tabs on you or by constructing some other nen tactic so he can observe you. the dread that comes with being too close to you and that horrible aura is too much for him to handle for now, especially since like i said it’s a new feeling. i think only after illumi has watched you long enough to discover a weakness that he’s able to exploit would he go and approach you, so if you try and pull something illumi can have a better chance at taking you out.

illumi’s next thought, though, is to make an ally out of you- and what better way to do that than have you literally join his family? that’s what causes him to seek you out in a “romantic” way- his goal is literally immediately just to marry you so you become a zoldyck and can’t turn against him.

i feel like during the relationship illumi might be a bit distant for the reasons i listed earlier. also illumi just isn’t a clingy or affectionate person. with how powerful your nen is and the hostile nature of your aura illumi isn’t inclined to be near you often. basically you both just do your own thing, but illumi does keep tabs on you and still doesn’t let you see other people. not that anybody wants to because you’re scary but still😭

kurapika

realistically, i doubt kurapika would be with anyone whose aura is this horrible. it reminds him way too much of the spiders. and in his mind, nobody with an aura as ghastly as yours can mean anything good for anyone. plus, kurapika has destructive tendencies of his own, so having someone even worse than him around would not benefit him at all. so i think he’d want to stay far away from you, and would be protective of those around him when you’re near.

but because these are headcanons and we are supposed to be delusional, let’s say that kurapika isn’t immediately deterred by your nightmarish aura. his mind goes a similar route to illumi’s, so Kurapika is going to want to get you on his side for sure. he isn’t someone who approaches people that much, so he devises a situation in which you both can be alone so he can try and develop some sort of bond which you can build on.

usually Kurapika would be more protective than not of people he’s in a relationship with, but not with you. he kind of keeps his distance, actually. if you want to do something dangerous or deadly he just steps back and lets you. he doesn’t feel the need to protect you at all, more so like protecting other people from you lmao 😭

these were mid asf but it’s 2 am 💔 i hope u enjoyed <33

[hellodaydream1111111111111111]

HxH AU where Illumi gets sent to Bible study by his mother because hes dating Hisoka and just ends up messing around with the groups star pupil Chrollo and it’s like one of those 90’s taboo gay romcoms

Edit: Writing that rn will post on tumblr and A03

[hisokas-toybox]

Child-repulsed Illumi headcanon, anyone?

I keep seeing fics/headcanons where Illumi has a massive breeding kink/is desperate for children of his own which... yeah sure. I see where you're all coming from there. I don't hate it or even necessarily disagree...

BUT... Am I the only one who can also see the total opposite being possible?

Think about it, he spent first decade or two of his life forced to act as a parent figure to not one, not two, not three but FOUR younger siblings. I can very easily imagine that now he's an adult/living independently, the idea of having to deal with any more kids is just... Absolute nightmare fuel for him.

Imagine, a totally child-repulsed Illumi. An Illumi who is borderline obsessed with birth control, insisting on AT LEAST two methods of contraception before even considering PIV sex... Illumi tracking his partner's menstrual cycle so he can AVOID sex when she's most fertile. Illumi that panics if his partner is late by a day or two and who may even resort to trying to force them into getting permanently sterilised. An Illumi who just wants to spend the rest of his life enjoying nice furniture, walls that haven't been scribbled on, being able to safely own breakable ornaments, having nice clothes that are not stained by various children's bodily fluids, quiet evenings spent reading or watching movies that are rated 18+, eating dinners that don't involve chicken nuggets and nights where he can sleep for a full 8 hours uninterrupted... Illumi who has zero interest in ever having kids. (If Silva and Kikyo want grandchildren, they can ask any of their other 4 offspring to provide them, because Illumi is DONE. He's not even the family heir, so why does it even matter to them if he has kids or not?)

[mysandwichranaway]

@flowers-inmyhair i hope you like it....

A beat passes.  Then another.  “Where?” I dare to ask. I cannot believe how apprehensive and desperate I suddenly feel.  He shrugs with a blithe grin. “Wherever you want.” When I blink, I see visions of watercolor boats on the Seine, cityscapes and lush waterfalls.   “Anywhere,” I say. And I mean anywhere but here.

The Three Quintessential Laws for Being an Assassin by flowers_inmyhair on ao3

[rebellionmoon]

"Good Hunters are Well Liked by Animals"

Here is my drawing of Illumi Zoldyck and his pet opossum, Rocco. Additionaly known as the world's most deadly assassin and the world's most pampered opossum! Or two good boys with zero thoughts behind their eyes lol

AO3 link: Where Shadows Touch

In my fic, Where Shadows Touch, Illumi is an animal lover. All his life he has grown up around animals, from his father's own pack of dogs, to the diverse wildlife in Kukuroo Mountain. Ironically, when he's not in scary assasin mode, animals really like him! Before obtaining a Hunter's license, he became a certified wild life rehabber but has been helping injured/abandoned animals since he was a child. Being a Zoldyck means taking care of their mountain and forest too, and Illumi takes a very active role in that. Opossums are very importnat to maintaining the ecosystem of Kukuroo Mountain, because they keep the tick population down and eat dead things. OPOSSUMS! ARE! GOOD! Rocco was one of the opossums Illumi rehabilitated, but was unfit to return to the wild (honesty, illumi might have just loved him too much and not wanted to let him go lol) but it's okay! Rocco is loved, pampered by a fleet of butlers, and living a very glamorous life! Opossums only live an average of 4 years, so Illumi is determined to make them good for his boy ^_^ (Illumi is a very proud opossum dad)

Other animals Illumi has cared for include: deer, racoons, badgers, owls, crows and various others birds (Killua has a pet crow, rehabbed but unfit to return to the wild, he named it Twizzler. Kalluto has a pet owl named Bigleaf) foxes, turtles (mike is unfortunately responsible for many turtles that wind up in rehab because he eats and/or chews and damages their shells), chipmunks, rabbits. Illumi had 1 bear, whom he treasured greatly, and named her Ruby Fir.

[hihowyoudoin00]

does anyone have any Hunter x Hunter fics that are like?? basically an adopt killua fic? or becoming like a big sister figure ? the ship/shipping doesn’t matter much, i just want to take care of the poor boyo :((

[whatevermakesyoubreak]

writing a modern day au hxh fic was the best decision i’ve ever made, because you cannot look me in the eyes and tell me that killua would not have a tiktok account that illumi obsessively stalks under a burner account.

[hopesangelsprite]

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[mayxo-hxh]

Im about to get controversial.

Out of chrollo, illumi and hisoka, hisoka is canonically the least likely to flirt to get anything he wants, if at all.

A lot of people think he's a natural flirt but I fear I couldn't have disagreed more. He only "flirted" a single time and that was solely to piss off machi, knowing she'd never agree. Hot take? He would've never asked if he knew she'd agree.

Also, bro's the biggest humanphobe in the anime. He keeps his distance from everyone. The only human physical contact he ever made was through fighting people. (If you're a person thats interested in seeing more evidence, I have an entire long thread about it on twitter that I do plan on posting here soon)

so u cannot give me 1 reason for hisoka to flirt with someone at a random bar but chrollo and illumi? i can think of a few.

chrollo, he already canonically flirts to get what he wants. straight up goes on dates gets a suit and shit. he has no reputation among the general public that hes concerned of that isnt the spider. Illumi? He's a manipulator. I HIGHLY doubt he never flirted to get something in his life from people who are too easy to win over. He's someone that wouldn't care what people think of him. He's also anonymous. People have no idea who tf he is anyways. If it affected the zoldyck reputation? Thats a different story.

Hisoka? he would fucking NEVER. Him specifically? HE HAS A REPUTATION. And whats that reputation? That hes an absolute disgusting freak that no one should dare to approach. He kills people. He fights live and makes sure the audience is always disgusted and weirded out by his actions and performances. You look at him and you should immediately look away and pray he hasn't seen you.

So riddle me this. If his entire shtick is making sure everyones afraid of him and avoids him, then why the hell would he get himself a reputation that makes him approachable????

Why would he get himself a reputation that makes you, as a person who only ever heard of him picking people up, want to approach him.

On top of that, I just.. don't see him picking random people up..??? random weaklings that dont even know nen????? he literally treats them like trash that inconveniences his time. You're saying he'd EVER give them the privilege of sleeping with him???

And then you'd say, oh so he'd sleep with strong people! HERES THE THING. Why would he sleep with them..... when he can fight them. Him getting off from fighting comes NOWHERE to actual sex. What people don't understand is that he gets off to killing people and seeing them crumble in front of him when they realize theyre going to die. Torturing people to death. What's... that got to do with like. yknow. actual sex bro 😭😭😭😭😭😭

this turned into a huge rant probably but do you know how genuinely depressing it is seeing a unique character like hisoka that gains lust through FIGHTING and KILLING reduced to. sex addict in fics. Like. be so fucking serious right now. He called himself a FIGHT ADDICT in the manga. Can I see more of him actually spending his time killing and fighting people instead of whatever the hell bros doing with a random npc.

Anyways this is also why I hc him as asexual/demisexual NEXTTTT

[fourthavecafe]

Hi! I just want to say that you write Illumi so in character it’s great! Could I request a fic with him tickling one of his butlers? (The reader) You can decide the reason why, I’m not picky :)

zoldyck butler’s are supposed to handle anything

You had just finished completing your duties when you happened to cross paths with Illumi. His tall figure loomed as he regarded you with a critical gaze, his piercing dark eyes assessing you as though weighing something in his mind.

"You realize” he began in his calm, even tone “that the butlers of the Zoldyck family need to be resilient and prepared for anything, yes?"

"Of course" you replied confidently, straightening your posture. "I am strong, and I'm ready for anything."

A faint, nearly undetectable smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Anything, you say?" he murmured, stepping closer. Before you could process what was happening, his hands shot out and his long fingers found their way to your ribs, right near your armpits, pressing just enough to send an unexpected burst of sensation that had you gasping.

"I-Illumi?!" you stammered, your voice catching as his fingers danced across your ribs with precise, practiced movements, each touch sending uncontrollable tickling sensations through you.

"Surely you can handle this?" he said, tilting his head with that same neutral expression, his hands continuing their gentle, relentless assault. "I'm only testing your resilience."

You let out an involuntary laugh, unable to stop the giggles bubbling up. "Y-you're... insane!" you managed to gasp between breaths, trying to squirm out of his reach.

But Illumi was faster, blocking any attempt to escape. His fingers slid along your ribs to your belly, targeting your bellybutton with feather-light touches that made you fall to your knees, your laughter spilling out freely now.

"Oh? I thought you said you were strong” he teased, his voice completely calm as he watched you fall apart under his hands. "Is this all it takes?"

Your face flushed as you tried to pull yourself together, but he only intensified his tickling, now moving to your hips. His hands held you steady, his fingers digging into those sensitive spots in your sides, making you writhe and collapse further, helpless under the onslaught.

"Sto-stoooop!" you laughed, voice breaking as you tried to grab his hands but he was immovable, a slight smirk growing on his otherwise stoic face.

"Interesting reaction” he said, amusement lacing his tone as he finally paused, allowing you a moment to catch your breath. His expression returned to its usual, cold demeanor as he observed you sprawled on the floor, flushed and panting from his tickling "test."

"Next time, maybe you'll think twice before claiming such confidence” he said, letting his gaze linger on you before turning and walking away, leaving you breathless and still feeling his teasing touch.

[bisexualbluesargentt]

BIG LOVE / a hisoillu fic, 20k words, rated E

— hisoka and illumi are engaged and go on a little vacation. also, it's a gothic horror story! https://archiveofourown.org/works/59619829