#hisoka

[adzowski]

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

[drrba]

pov you see these tiny bugs on the ground wyd

[poxychoo]

Bar date

[cuddlycutiepie]

Illumi Zoldyck x Reader

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

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

Illumi Zoldyck.

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

The attack was immediate.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Traveling with Illumi was like living under a constant blade.

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

“You’re inefficient with that weapon.”

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

“If you hesitate, I won’t save you.”

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

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

Weeks passed.

You bled together. Killed together. Survived together.

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

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

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

“It’s my nature.”

“Nothing.”

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

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

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

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

Instead, his hand shot out, seizing your wrist.

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

“You shouldn’t let them touch you..”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That was when he moved.

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

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

Not emptiness. Not indifference.

But softness.

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

“…Am I still getting paid?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Finish it. I’ll watch.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

You had gained him.

Forever.

[kelchenarts]

both rubber & gum 🃏

[candiyaa]

You call them 'Handsome'

Pairing : Gon ; Killua ; Kurapika ; Leorio ; Illumi and Hisoka x gn!reader

CONTENT WARNING ⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 : None ?

𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐂𝐒

*blink*

He's the type to whip his head around to see if it was directed at someone else.

"Me!"

He’ll scratch his head, embarrassed 

"Ah…you really think so !?"

He genuinely doesn’t think about his appearance.

It'll sink in hours later mid-conversation lol

"…Handsome means good-looking, right?"

He's not used to that kind of compliments.

But a smile stays on his face throughout the whole day!

That bby he would certainly blush !!

"Thank you… "

He’ll treasure it.

And return the compliment ofc it’s Gon we’re talking about!

The moment those words leave your lips, they stay in his mind like a gift in his memory, just kept for him.

He won’t brag about it.

Well... maybe just to Killua. Just to tease him…

He’ll treasure it silently.

"You’re really nice-looking too!"

𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐔𝐀 𝐙𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐘𝐂𝐊

"HUH?"

He says, raising an eyebrow.

He definitely heard that, but he’s just... frozen. 

Then it clicks.

"Why would you say that!"

He’ll face away hiding his blush, hands in pockets feigning nonchalance. 

"What does it have to do with anything? Stop speaking nonsense!"

Oh you broke him (that cutieeee)

"Tch… don’t say that again."

No thank-yous. No nothing.

He’ll pretend to go help Gon with something. 

But internally he’s shaken. 

He checks his reflection later.

Not because he believes you, but because he’s confused.

He stares at himself and mutters, wondering.

"...Handsome, huh..."

Then looks away fast.

He’ll eventually thank you, but Killua's still our nonchalant boy, so he wouldn’t say it directly while looking at you.

He’ll just pass by muttering a small "Thank you…i guess."

So long after that, you’d already forgotten you complimented him.

But on his side tho… he didn’t forget.

In fact, it stayed stuck in his head the entire day until he found the courage to address it again. 

"Oh! Killua what happened to you? You’re red. Did someone slap y- "I AM NOT !"

𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐎 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐎

"HA!????"

He thinks he misheard.

Blushing ++

He asks you to repeat it once.

Then twice just to hear you say it again!

"You guys heard that, right ? I’m HANDSOMEE!"

OH THAT MAN WILL BRAG ABT IT FOR SUREE 

He's straightening his suit, laughing, and oh he’s loud again.

A smile so big it nearly reaches his ears lol 

"Ah… about time you noticed. I was losing hope in you, hehe."

He thinks he’s worldwide handsome now.

And he’ll argue about it with ANYONE. (yh even Jin)

*sigh* "Being handsome has its cost though, you know…"

Dramatic "main character" moment is it…?

Deep down, it made him very happy.

He probably replays it in his head. It touched him very deeply, especially coming from you. 

Though, he won’t stop bragging about it, even days later…

He genuinely gaslights himself into thinking it boosted his confidence for interviews lol.

"Clearly it's working. I radiate charisma."

Someone need to tell him to stop...

"Guess I’ll have to live up to that reputation now."

𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐈𝐊𝐀 𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐀

"Oh…"

He blinks looking at you.

He also thinks he misheard, but then it clicks. 

His eyes don’t leave you. He doesn't answer yet but he's observing, processing your words.

He’s INTERNALLY PANICKING not knowing how to react, his expression betrays nothing, as he's still processing.

But a dangerous blush creeps onto his cheeks.

So much so that you think he might just explode.

His eyes flash scarlet for a split second.

Not from anger but from emotional overload.

He’d be embarrassed if you noticed.

Then he abruptly looks away.

"I’m the only one in front of you, so…I’m assuming it’s directed at me ?"

He avoids your gaze for some time, just to look back in your eyes again.

Polite nod.

"Thank you…I’ve never been told this before. Y…You’re pretty too."

He gives you a genuine smile.

And just like Gon, he treasures it deeply. 

For someone that never really cared about appearence, today it mattered.

"Beauty is subjective. Yet... they said it so naturally about me..."

𝑰𝑳𝑳𝑼𝑴𝑰 𝒁𝑶𝑳𝑫𝒀𝑪𝑲

"..."

He stares. 

Staring. Completely still. 

Those unnerving, hollow, doll-like eyes stay fixed on you, as if swallowing the light around you. 

He stares so long you start to lose hope of getting any reaction out of him. 

Then he speaks, in that same detached tone, yet surprisingly pleasant voice.

"Hmm…interesting. Usually people don’t live enough to compliment me."

Then he stares again. 

"You’re bold. But that comment was unnecessary. Do I look like I needed it ?"

He turns on his heels, those luscious long hair swaying as he walks away. 

No thank-yous. Nothing.

Then he comes to a stop. 

He doesn’t even turn to look at you properly, if not only shooting a glance over his shoulder. 

"Theoretically…you’re not bad to look at either."

And with that he’s gone. 

Yes he said "theoretically"… 

"Be careful saying things like that. Someone might misunderstand your intentions."

𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐊𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐖

(I swear he’s just Doma’s  long lost distant cousin in my mind) 

"...?"

He raises an eyebrow.

But that cunning smile is already curling on his lips.

"Continue…"

He’s already licking his lips…

"Handsome you say…~ ? How flattering, especially coming from a flower like you."

He gradually gets closer to you before you even realize it.

"I can show you even fancier things…"

Run. Just run.

You’re on his radar now. 

He thinks of you as a potential ‘something’ now, less like another face in the crowd. 

"And what else do you see, hmm…~" 

You got yourself into that reader, I ain’t saving you from him…😔

Later he’ll casually appear again.

"You still think I'm handsome ?"

Not insecure. Curious, taunting, if not interested.

He wants to know if you meant it, or if you’re easily swayed.

Good luck getting rid of him now! 

"Don’t flee now~ You were so bold earlier."

⋆˚✿˖° Hiii yes I know…SURPRISING RIGHT ?? No worries tho I’m just adding HxH as fandoms I’m writing for BUT I’ll keep writing for Demon Slayer! So no, all the requests that haven’t been uploaded yet are not gone to waste! I’m just re-watching HxH these days and I JUST HAD TO WRITE FOR THEM! So YES if you’re still wondering I’ll start writing for both DS and HxH now !! So please feel free to flood my asks with your HxH requests bc I have ideas!! Apologies for misspellings or grammar mistakes! Sending lots of love, xoxo. ⋆˚✿˖°

[shiryusdragon]

Nsfw hcs

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

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Chrollo:

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

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Feitan:

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

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Hisoka:

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

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Illumi:

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

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Kite:

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

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Knov:

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

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Kurapika:

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

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Leorio:

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

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Machi:

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

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Meruem:

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

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Morel:

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

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Nobunaga:

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

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Pakunoda:

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

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Pokkle:

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

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Shaiapouf:

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

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Shalnark:

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

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Shizuku:

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

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Shoot:

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

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[vaa-sya]

some FREAKS... idk