#Hisoka lemon

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✦「Husband! Illumi Zoldck x Chubby! Wife! Reader」✦

ɴᴀᴍᴇ║ Illumi Zoldyck

ᴀɴɪᴍᴇ/ᴍᴀɴɢᴀ║ Hunter x Hunter

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ║ 19,867

「ᴀꜰʟ」 𝟏𝟖+ 「ᴘᴡᴘ」 ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ ━━━➤ 「ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴀʙʏ」

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

❝ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ. ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇᴀᴛ ᴍᴇ.❞

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

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Now onto the smut :)

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

His hands caressed the bare skin of your back under your shirt, light fluttery touches that heated every inch of skin he stroked.

The male's face was hidden in between your breast, his pupilless optics closed as he breathed soundly. Your scent filled his nose, a scent that reminded him of the ocean breeze.

Like a splash of orange bergamot mixed with woody base notes, a freshness that was like a relaxing fragrance.

He could breathe that scent every day if he could. The smell of his wife, the only human - other than his younger brother Killua - that he dare ever 'exhibit' the emotion of love.

Your hands diligently ran through his sleek midnight black locks, never encountering a tangle or knot. Perfect silky hair, that you couldn't help but be jealous of a few times.

Tenderly you kissed his cold pale forehead, a contrast to your warm lips that radiated heat. It was an intimate moment, something Illumi wasn't used to executing but was gradually becoming accustomed to it.

Slowly the eldest Zoldyck son raised his head and indolently opened his orbs to gaze up at your face. You glanced down at him and smiled soothingly, continuing to run your hands through his hair.

His hand that ran up and down your spine intimately halted for a moment, his cold fingertips lingering on your skin.

"(Y/n)." He called your name in a quiet tone, you could feel the vibration of his speech against your stomach.

"Yes?" You answered him in a palliative manner on that quiet night.

"I really do care about you."

Your hands ceased their movement in his hair, your breath becoming caught in your throat for a second before you laughed gently.

"Oh, Illumi." You cooed and enclosed your arms around his head, pressing his face back into your chest. "I love you too."

The brunet found himself rolling his jade black optics before closing them again and continuing his tender strokes on your spine.

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

A heavy sigh echoed from your lips. The memory of your intimate moment with your husband when you were freshly married danced across your vision like an old film.

Or more like a childhood movie that gave you a sense of nostalgia watching it years later. Gradually closing the child book in your hand, you gazed down at your son's sleeping face.

The frown on your lips twitched into a small smile that quickly fell asunder when you thought about the memory again.

Xenon's tranquil expression had you carefully relocate a lock of his midnight black hair out of his face. The six-year-old was a spitting image of his father and only really displayed your skin color.

His hair was lengthy, refusing to cut it so it was similar to his father. The same black pupilless optics retained a better vision than an ordinary individual.

When the boy grows up he'll look like a copy, taking almost all of the Zoldyck genes. You huffed quietly at the thought but leaned forward to place a tender kiss on his warm forehead.

"Goodnight, Xenon." You whispered silently and withdrew from his lavish bedroom. Quietly closing his door your attention trained down the hall at Illumi's office.

It has been a while since you've spoken to your husband, ages since you've held a decent conversion. He was either too occupied with work or out on an assigned mission.

You sighed wearily, your stomach abruptly feeling heavy as you ambled closer to his office. Knocking on it with the back of your fist, there was no response.

Behind the door, you could hear the sound of paper shuffling and the pressing of keys on a keyboard. You knocked louder, regarding a slight strain in your knuckles now.

This time you received a response.

"What is it, (Y/n)?"

You turned the diamond handle and peered inside the dim office. Your husband sat in his chair at his desk, his long nimble fingers aggressively typing away at something.

Stacks of paper decorated his table and the bowl of soup you gave him this morning was still uneaten. You frowned at the sight. It had been more than twelve hours since eleven o'clock am when you first handed him the dish.

He didn't even touch it. And you knew he hadn't left his office all day which meant that he was skipping meals.

"Illumi, my husband, why haven't you touched the soup?" You questioned him, fully stepping into the room and closing the door behind you.

The male simply hummed in response and shifted his gaze to a packet next to his laptop. Biting the inside of your cheek you strode forward and stood in front of his metal desk.

"Illumi, it's not good to skip meals just because you are busy. I know you can last days without eating but while you are home...I would appreciate it if you wouldn't underfeed yourself like this."

Your husband's tapping came to a halt, his pupilless orbs glancing up at your face for only a second before returning to his screen.

You took that as his response to your sentence and sighed profoundly. Striding around his table you paused behind him and lightly settled your hands on his broad shoulders.

"Illumi, it's late and I'm going to be retiring for bed. Will you...perhaps be joining me tonight? I would really appreciate it." You articulated with a hopeful expression displaying on your face.

For some time you've been sleeping alone at night, retreating to bed first with Illumi joining you much later only to wake first and leave you alone in the morning.

It had been like that for a long time and only once In a blue moon would he ever leave the safety of his desk to join you in bed.

You couldn't help but feel distraught by his actions but you knew Illumi was different than the normal person. He saw most things as useless and demeaning, a waste of time or bothersome.

But when he did care or attempt to ever show any emotion other than aloof or stoic, he was at least trying. It was the effort that counted and that's what really drew you into your husband.

You understood him unusually well, complimenting his lack of interest with your enthusiastic attitude. And your ability to always look for even the most minute details allowed for you to see the tiny smiles he may display or the small gestures he would do for you.

He was like dark rain clouds rolling in on a sunny day. Most wouldn't enjoy it for it being as if he was ruining a once bright day that held warm air and cool wind.

But to you, you didn't see him as such a misfortune. Yes, the glow of the sun might be gone now, but the soothing sound of rain pelting your roof was cathartic.

And the cool wind was palliative as you were able to bundle yourself in blankets and cozy up to the fireplace.

You found more positives in Illumi than negatives; a man that was just different than the rest but it did not mean he didn't deserve the same amount of love.

Even if he were busy every night, engrossed in his work or possibly being entertained by someone other than you, you still wouldn't love him any less.

Your love for your husband runs deep like the ocean and never strays from its origin. You don't want to lose the man who you believed was your only love, so you avoided speaking about any of your fears that might make him snap.

Or conveying confrontations that he would just ignore or propose to speak about on another day for he was too busy. You don't think your heart could handle such a thing if it were to transpire.

So you would just stay the perfect compliant wife for your husband.

There was no response for a moment before the male flipped the page in his document, "No, I have too much to do tonight. You shouldn't stay up waiting for me and compromise your health."

The smile instantly sank from your lips and your shoulders deflated. You could feel your throat tightening for a second as tears glazed over your (e/c) optics.

A sob was stuck in your throat, unable to echo out into the room. Attempting to sniffle quietly, you released his shoulders and shuffled back.

"A-Are you sure?" You sought, your voice growing weaker at the end.

He barely even nodded his head in acknowledgment. Heavy tears escaped your bottom lids and cascaded down your (s/c) hued cheeks.

For once you were glad Illumi wasn't looking at you. You would find it embarrassing if he noticed you weeping over a silly little thing.

He wouldn't fathom why the tears ran like a river from his rejection. And you knew he wouldn't do what you wanted because he just didn't understand.

A deep exhalation rang from beneath your lungs as you wiped the tears off your face and stepped toward his office door. Quietly you opened it, turning back slightly to get one more glance of your handsome husband before bedtime.

"Good night, Illumi. I love you, and please...get some rest."

Your husband's tapping halted and his gaze gradually rose to meet yours. His blank stare appeared rather longing for a moment with his lips twitching down into a frown.

Oh, that beautiful dark, jade black eyes of his always showed more emotion than his pale face ever would. You could see that emotion he refuses to admit he has surrendered to.

Or at least you think you can.

"Sleep well, (Y/n). Do not stay up late." He mumbled, tilting his head back slightly to smooth a knot in his neck.

His words made you smile scarcely, ambling back towards his desk. Your hands reached for his head and carefully - as if he was a newborn babe - held him securely.

You leaned down, your warm lips connecting with his cool forehead for a few seconds. Pulling back, you gave him a large closed-eyed smile.

"Ok." Your voice was barely above a whisper as you released his head and stepped out of his office, closing his door with shaky hands.

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

It felt as if eyes were observing you, staring holes into your frame that had your skin ignite. It was as if ants were biting at your flesh, irritating it and stirring you awake from your slumber.

Gradually you opened your (e/c) orbs and pulled the blanket from over your head. When you turned your head to the empty space where Ilumi lay, you did not expect to see your six-year-old son sitting with his legs crossed.

His jade black pupilless optics stared down at you with an observing gaze, almost too serious for his young age.

"Xenon..." Your voice cracked as you gradually slid up and leaned against the headboard. "What are you doing, little one?"

The boy hummed at your question and flicked a strand of his long hair behind his head. "I just missed you." He replied, voice almost void of emotion like his father.

You puckered your lips and crossed your arms under your chest. "That's cute but I know there's more to it."

"Father requested that I spend more time with you."

The two of you didn't say anything as you just stared at each other with blank expressions. It was eerily quiet in your spacious bedroom, the only sound coming from the open door of your terrace.

Swiftly before your son could react, your grasped his arms and pulled him against your body. His already large eyes went wide, grunting slightly as he fell into your lap.

"M-Mother!" He hissed, but you simply squeezed his frame against your plumper one. "Stop it this instant!"

"No~." You hummed, embracing him closer and peppering his face with kisses.

Your son grunted and attempted to shimmy himself free but your grip was much tighter than he assumed. "Come on, let me go. Your breath stinks."

You stopped hugging him, freezing like a statue before hurling the boy in the air and letting him fall on the bouncy mattress.

Covering your mouth, you turned away and steered to your bathroom.

"YOU DON'T EMBARRASS YOUR MOTHER LIKE THAT!" You yelled in the echoing room.

"WELL, WHY DON'T YOU BRUSH YOUR TEETH FIRST!?"

"WHAT DO YOU EXPECT WHEN YOU'RE RIGHT THERE WHEN I WAKE UP!?" Your voice was still loud through the closed door.

Xenon threw a pillow at your bathroom door and left a dent in the wooden barrier. "Just brush your teeth already."

You groaned from inside the bathroom and aggressively scrubbed at your teeth, vexed that your own six-year-old son called you out.

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

Staring at the closed book in your hand, you inhaled deeply and threw the thick object on the coffee table.

Air blew out of your nose like an animal as you began roaming aimlessly around the wing. For a while now you've been losing interest in things that used to give you joy.

It was hard to read, the exhilaration you used to feel in your chest reading a story no longer sparked within your heart and your attention now started to drift off the page.

You were angered that you couldn't read like you used to, and even more enraged at the fact that this lack of interest and focus was starting to gravitate towards your other hobbies and joys.

The days were rather quiet, lonesome as the span of time passed by. It felt as though the days were repeating, virtually the same every time.

However each day grew dimmer, your lack of interest soon being accompanied by your lack of self-care. You struggled to even leave your bed and take care of your body.

If it wasn't for Xenon who visited you early in the morning to awaken you and remind you to brush your teeth and eat, you would have never even done it for yourself.

Unfortunately, your dear soon would depart soon after for his lessons with his great-grandfather Zeno and grandfather Sylva, leaving you home alone in the wing.

It seemed as though you were seeing your husband less and less. The man left for longer assassinations and you couldn't help but feel as if he was intentionally disregarding you.

You were always someone that took on guilt, even if it was never your fault. You could have done nothing wrong and still feel as though you were the problem.

Blame it on your kind heart or blame it on your trauma, this was just how you were. A little too empathetic for the harsh world you lived in.

And you had to keep telling yourself the same things over and over again.

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐨 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐈𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐢.

That's what you thought. That's what you told yourself. But you couldn't help it when those dark shadowy thoughts rained over your head and whispered its deceit in your ears.

Some days it felt as though they sat upon your chest, weighing down on you and refusing to let you up. Just sitting there, whispering like it always does.

Gossiping about the same things again and again.

This is all your fault. It's because you're ugly. It's because you can't satisfy him anymore. It's because you're boring. It's because he doesn't need you anymore.

It's because you stress him out. It's because you're nothing special. It's because you can't do anything right. It's because you're emotionally unstable. It's because you push him away with your neediness.

𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞.

"Ahh!"

You jumped in fright from the ringing noise that brought you out of your spiraling thoughts. Your heart still thumped audibly in your chest and you could feel the beads of sweat on the back of your neck.

Somewhere in the wing of the Zoldyck mansion, you were lost and paranoid. The surroundings to you are unfamiliar and foreign.

At the moment you were shaken up, you'll admit it and it was all from the shadow thoughts you tried to suppress.

With shaky hands, you grasped the (f/c) phone from the pocket of your apron and glanced down at the screen. A number you never expected to be calling was displayed across your cellular device.

Answering it, you called out in an uncertain tone. "H-Hello."

"(Y/n)~♥."

A breath you didn't know you were holding in was released. You laughed almost thankfully and scratched the top of your head.

"Hisoka, hey. I'm sorry I haven't spoken to you in so long. I've just...I've just been busy with family life. Taking care of Xenon...and Illumi."

The fuchsia-haired male hummed on the line. "I'll forgive you, for now~♠. Ignoring your oldest friend since childhood really puts a damper on my mood you know~♦."

A laugh reverberated from your mouth as you began retracing your steps and making your way back to your floor.

"Friendship? I think It was more of me using my nen to heal you every time I found you dying against my front door! Remember when you tried to kill me the first time!? We were only twelve years old, If I didn't have you sedated I would have been dead!"

It was silent for a moment before the two of you shared a laugh. A genuine laugh that had your mouth hurt from smiling.

"See, it all worked out in the end~♣!"

"You homicidal joker!" You snapped back in a playful manner before shaking your head. "Anyway, as much as I am thankful for your call, you wouldn't be contacting me for no reason."

One of your hands diligently grasped onto the railing as you carefully strolled up the swirling stairs.

"Ah, my little (Y/n), you are so smart~♥!"

"You are just flattering me, Hisoka. Now get to the point!"

"Fiesty girl~♦!" He hollered, laughing narrowly at his own words which caused you to roll your own eyes. "I'm going to be in town tomorrow and of course, I would like the chance to see my best friend~♠. We can go into the city do a little shopping, eat around, scout for strong competitors~♣!"

You laughed aloud, grasping the handle to your bedroom door and opening it with a little too much enthusiasm.

"Really!?" You sought, your voice rising and you could feel your eyes grow slightly wide. "I'm in for the shopping and food but please leave your odd lust for the strong out of it! I haven't been out of the mansion in years, let alone spoken with anyone else other than the Zoldyck Family!"

"I'm glad that you are excited but (Y/n), please don't leave the last part out~♥!"

"No! Remember what happened last time!?"

Before Hisoka could respond the voice of your son filled your room. "Mom, who are laughing with on the phone?" He inquired, only his head visible as he stuck it out from behind the wall.

"Hold up, it's Xenon." You placed your phone against your chest as if attempting the muffle any noise that could be heard. "It's just an old friend."

The boy pursed his lips, grumbling to himself slightly before revealing his full form. Unexpectedly, in a matter of seconds, Xenon was standing atop your bed, your phone in his hands as he hung up the call.

"What the- Xenon, what the hell!?"

You snatched the cellular device back from your child and crossed your arms under your chest. "That's rude of you, boy. Where are your manners?" You sought.

The midnight-haired boy let his legs give out so he could bounce on the mattress. His thigh-length hair sprawling around and his body and the bed.

"He sounded weird." He declared while gazing up at you with his pupilless optics. You opened your mouth to reply but the words were stuck in your throat.

'Damn, he's right though.' You thought. Awkwardly you laughed, rubbing the back of your neck while thinking about what to say.

"Well, Hisoka is a bit odd...but he has always taken care of me since we were children. Kind of like Killua and your relationship. Killua has babysat you multiple times and cared for you like a brother."

Your son jerked his head, his fingers playing through his hair while you took a seat next to him on the bed.

With the way the bed shook and how your son bounced on the mattress, heat rushed to your cheeks. Your fingers twitched from the mortification, you don't remember weighing so much enough to make such a huge reaction.

Xenon furrowed his brows at your face and frowned. "Mom?" He asked quietly.

"Oh, um!" A laugh reverberated from your lips. You placed a hand on the boy's head, feeling the texture of his hair under the tender skin of your palm. "It's nothing."

The boy observed you with attentive dark eyes. Your hand carefully migrated to his cheek where you began to caress his warm (s/c) skin. "I just love you so much, you know."

Slight, very slight color rose to his face as he dropped his gaze and puckered his lips. "I know." He murmured softly, letting you continue to rub his cheek intimately.

Another sigh left your lips, your chest feeling heavy once again until you remember your plans for the next day.

A chance to be out of this mansion, a chance to meet one of your oldest friends, a chance to not be bothered by the looming shadows that whispered like chaotic bugs when you were alone.

"Alright baby, it's almost time for dinner. I believe your grandmother wanted to eat with us today."

"That old hag?"

"Xenon! ...Make sure you don't call her that to her face."

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

Removing the towel from over your torso, you dressed in your undergarments while humming to yourself.

Turning around you glanced at your reflection and you could feel your fingers clench. You swallowed thickly, stepping closer to the wall-length mirror.

A shaky breath left your lips, it's been a while since you've looked at your reflection. No, really looked at it.

Your breath was caught in your throat, your teeth biting into your shaky bottom lip. You were much different than what you used to look like.

You don't look as good as you used to when Illumi first fell in love with you.

With a feather-like touch, you trailed your fingers down your sides. You noted how much accentuated your curves are now.

Your waist dipped in while your hips protruded outwards. You had to stop wearing your tight-fitting clothes and opt for more stretchy garments or dresses.

Not only did your mid-section grow in size but so did your bottom and stomach. Your bottom was much rounder, thicker with cellulite and stretch marks scoring your skin.

The same could be said for your stomach. Plumper and soft it was around your mid-section. A prominent scar below the curve of your bellow from Xenon's birth.

Slowly you rose your arms up and shook them, observing as the skin around your biceps jiggled and so did your thighs.

You were much bigger than what you once were, and maybe that's why your relationship with your husband has turned sour.

Illumi may have always had a blunt tongue but when he fell in love with you, he learned how to hold back from what he would think to not hurt your feelings.

That's why he stayed away, that's why he didn't kiss you anymore, that's why he wouldn't touch you.

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

Your hands covered your face, your eyes wide as you struggled to breathe. It was compressing down on your lungs, clenching down on your throat.

As if you were hyperventilating, gasping, and wheezing while you fell to your knees. Curling into a fetal position, hiding.

It hurt, the way everything just throbbed. Your own thoughts made you ache with a pain that felt greater than a physical injury.

And then your phone rang.

The sudden sensation of your throat opening up and your lungs functioning again allowed you to breathe in the air you've been so desperate for.

Swallowing thickly it took you a few moments to collect yourself. Tears could be felt trailing down your face, trickling down your chin, and connecting with the skin of your chest.

It took a lot of energy to crawl yourself up onto your bed and grasp your phone that continued to ring. Answering it, your voice was much weaker than you intended.

"Hello."

"(Y/n)~♥. I'm almost to the Zoldyck estate, you better be ready for when I arive~♣!"

You let out a deep breath, wiping your face with the back of your hand while a weak laugh reverberated from your mouth.

"Ok, ok, I'm still getting ready so I'm going to hang up and finish dressing." The male hummed on the other line before hanging up and leaving you in silence once again.

You swallowed thickly, slowly lowering your phone and grasping for the lamp next to you on the bed. Once the cool metal touched the delicate skin of your palm, you snatched it and hurled it at the mirror.

Glass shattering echoed in the room, its shards connected with your marble flooring and dusting it with microscopic particles.

A little longer of just sitting in silence did you wait before you decided to get ready. It was around spring, warm with some cool wind so you decided on a periwinkle-hued maxi dress with thin straps around over your shoulders.

Lilia-white kimono dressed over your arms to conceal your upper torso as you slipped on a pair of open-toed wedges.

You didn't even want to look in the mirror again so you just blindly did your hair and make-up. There wasn't much you could do without seeing your reflection so you hoped you at least appeared decent.

A text buzzed on your phone, Hisoka was here at the front waiting for you.

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

When you sped out from the Zoldyck estate, The fuchsia-haired male gradually turned to face you and you watched as his jaw slackened.

"It's been 5 years since you were married and you look even more stunning than you did in that wedding dress~♦."

You could feel your cheeks warm up and your eyes widening from his words. "Hisoka!" Thankfully as you dipped your head, the floppy straw hat hid your flattered expression.

The male grinned from your reaction and came close, hugging your frame tight against his body. You could hear him inhale deeply, the scent of your perfume was rather strong today.

"You smell absolute divine, (Y/n). I could just eat you up~♥."

Biting your lip, you returned his hug tightly. It's been too long since you've had any physical contact with anyone that wasn't family, especially another male.

You've forgotten what it felt like. A hug, the feeling of someone's arms around you. Holding you tightly, pressing your face into their chest while their chin pressed atop your head.

The smell of a man, the fragrance of their strong cologne, the scent of their strength. You have really missed it all.

Gradually you softened into his embrace, holding back tears that wanted to flow like a rapid current.

"Hisoka..." His name came out of your mouth like a whisper that was muffled by his chest. "Hasn't anyone told you not to flirt with a married woman?"

Your long-time friend since childhood laughed aloud, you could feel the rumble of his speech against his chest on your own.

"How could I not~♣?" He asked, one of his hands caressing the base of your neck. "When the most beautiful woman in the world stands before me~♠."

His words made your heart skip a beat, the blood flowing rapidly through your veins like a flurry. How long has it been since you've received a compliment? How long has it been since you've felt good about yourself?

Any more of this and you just might fall in love with the fuchsia-haired Joker...

No, that could never happen. You loved Illumi with all your heart, with every fiber of your being. You're just feeling like this because you haven't had any male attention in years.

"Do not forget that I am married to Illumi." You reminded him, maybe even reminding yourself.

With slow careful motions, Hisoka pulled back while sticking out his long tongue. "As if a ring on your finger could ever stop me from getting what I wanted~♥. Don't you also think it is a bit more exciting when you have to sneak around~♦?"

You had to pull yourself away to hide the flattered expression on your face and remove yourself from his entrapping embrace. "Hisoka, please. You are too much, I swear." You told him lightly.

The joker just hummed playfully, a dazzling smile displaying across his porcelain-hued skin. "Just making up for lost time~♠!"

Shaking your head lightly, you gripped onto the straps of your purse and tilted your head down the road. "Come on; I'd like to make it into town before lunchtime."

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Your body felt heavy, striding into the kitchen and setting the treats from your afternoon getaway on the counter. The high of being out and laughing nearly every minute was starting to diminish and the reality of your home set in.

It was back to mundane quietness and lonely nights. But it should be alright; Xenon's messages of missing you were a pleasant reminder of your loving family.

The first thing you did was step into the hallway and reach for your husband's office. You knocked on it audibly, waiting for a response but you heard no noise from inside.

You quirked a brow, twisting the diamond handle and meeting absolute darkness. His lamp was turned off and from the light peering in from the hallway, you could see that his laptop was closed and even his packets were put away in his cabinets.

Confusion rang in your head, your husband had no mission today and if he did Kykyo usually messaged you so you would know.

Cautiously you shut the door and neared your son's room. He slept peacefully in his bed, his long hair sprawled out behind his head as he breathed rhythmically.

You attempted to make your footsteps as light as possible to reach his sleeping frame, and kiss his forehead tenderly.

Next time the both of you should go out into the city and spend some time together. If you asked nice enough Sylva should give the boy a day off of training.

He was rather fond of you, the whole Zoldyck family was. They appreciated your effort in taking care of Illumi and even spending your time assisting the family members in anything they needed.

You nodded your head, agreeing with the thought, and decided you would ask your father-in-law tomorrow.

Leaving your son to resume his tranquil slumber, your footsteps grew slower as you reached the other end of the hall and stopped at your bedroom door.

When you opened it, the sight of your husband sleeping on your shared bed was not something you expected.

The comforter piled at his hips, his bare toned chest glowing from the moonlight that streamed in. Even his hair glistened, sprawled behind his head just as Xenons were.

Illumi's appearance would have been genuinely relished in if it were not for your grim thoughts coming forward.

Every day you waited for him to join you in bed and he rarely ever did. When he would, it was never long enough for you to realize he was even there.

You pleaded and begged for your husband to leave to comforts of his office but all your work was always fruitless. And the day you go out to spend time with a friend is the day he finally rests in your room.

Fury spewed through your veins, skin ignited in vexation that you had to breathe deeply to settle. As much as you were enranged, you didn't want to disrupt his slumber.

He rarely slept, much less let down his barrier and relax. He needed his sleep and you needed to calm down.

With faint careful steps, you entered the connected bathroom and shed yourself of your clothes. You needed a shower from your long day out and hopefully, it could help you unwind.

Steam wafted into the room, the mirror becoming misty and fogged as you stepped into the shower. The firm beating of water striking your skin was relaxing, almost massaging your tense muscles.

Creeping down you set yourself on the floor of the bathtub, pulling your legs to your chest and shielding your face in the space of your knees.

You were relaxing alright but a little too much. Instead of fuming with rage, you were wallowing in self-pity. The weight of the circumstances, all your heavy thoughts just displaying past your eyes was hard to bear.

It's been a while since you've cried, it felt like admitting weakness and doubt that lingered in your heart. But at the moment you wanted nothing more to release that tight throbbing sensation in the back of your throat.

You tried to keep your cries quiet, silent almost to not wake your husband but that was harder said than done.

It was more difficult to hold back those vicious wails than it was to just to let it all out. Despite that you did it, Illumi's sleep meant more than the pain coursing through every possible vein on your body.

You loved him maybe more than you loved yourself.

...

After releasing your inner anguish and finishing up with your shower, you concealed your naked frame under a warm towel and entered the bedroom silently.

Your footsteps were near impossible to hear as you inched to your dresser and slowly opened the drawer.

Changing into your undergarments you reached for an oversized white shirt only for that wrist to get snatched and your back to collide against the walls.

A scream wanted to resonate from your parted lips but the hand around your throat ceased any cries for help.

Fear, something you hadn't felt in so long crept up your spine, and just like earlier in the shower, you released your fury with a set of tears that dribbled down your warm cheeks.

"(Y/n)."

Your head flung up, barely making out your husband's face in the complete darkness. You could hear him lean down and feel his warm breath against the shell of your ear.

"I don't appreciate you having fun with my acquaintance without my knowledge."

(e/c) optics widened at his words, your heart thumping in your ear as his other hand reached for the front of your towel.

"I don't like feeling jealous and right now, you're making me feel very, very jealous."

Gazing into the deep dark voids of his pupilless orbs you swallowed strenuously. "Illumi, my husband you can't be upset that I spent one day to me with someone I knew way longer than you." The words were hushed, well thought as you attempted to deescalate the situation. "I even texted you about my plans and all you said was, 'cool enjoy', it was obvious you didn't even look at it carefully."

The man was noiseless for a moment and that stillness made sweat ooze out of the skin on the back of your neck. It was haunting how he said nothing, expressed nothing and the gloaming was no help.

It wasn't until his hands migrated to your wrist, pinning them by your head on the wall did you feel the wrath of his ren encasing your body.

He was mad, he was angry...and he had no right to be.

Slipping one of your wrists free thanks to it being soft from lotion, you didn't even register your own hand swiping across his face and reddening his skin.

At the moment both of you appeared shocked, your husband's eyes widened more than usual and your own lips agape.

You would have apologized, taken back your actions but you realized that now is going to be the only time to communicate with your husband when you had his attention for the first time in forever.

"You are the one that is constantly busy, ignoring everything and anybody that wasn't your work." You snapped, unveiling your voice with every word.

"You are the one that neglects me! You act as if I'm a servant and even then I'm barely even a speck of dust that you acknowledge!"

Ripping your other wrist free from his hold you grasped your towel firmly by the front and tightened it across your body.

"You're mad that I went out once with a friend when every time I ask you to go out you either ignore me or give me excuses! As if I'm a bother that you can't wait to get rid of! And now that I enjoyed myself with someone else you suddenly want to give me your unwavering attention!?"

Your limbs were shaking from your unreleased fury, your (e/c)'s seething with rage as once again your hand flew down across his face and he let it connect.

The sound of skin-on-skin contact was vociferous but not as loud as your voice which was strained with distress and annoyance.

"You just don't want to let something that's part of your possession go to somebody else, even if you're not even attracted to them anymore!" You could sense that sting in the corner of your eyes, your vision that was already barely visible obfuscating. "I know I'm not the same anymore! I know that I've gained weight! I know I'm not pretty like before! So if that's the reason for all this neglect then just tell me!"

A strike of lightning hit the dirt terrain, illuminating your bedroom and allowing you to thoroughly see your husband's face.

His face was as stoic as ever, but those eyes... those damn eyes that were the only way you could see into his emotion had pools of sentiment swirling inside... you could normally sense how he was feeling.

But this time you couldn't tell.

Shielding your eyes behind your forearm you inhaled shakily and endeavored to alleviate your breathing.

"All I have is our son, Illumi! Every day I am alone, all by myself and I only get to see Xenon a few hours a day! If my appearance is what's keeping you away then you need to tell me! You need to stop ignoring me like am nothing but a disgusting person living in the same home as you!"

The man brought a finger to your wet cheek, the coldness of his skin rendering a shiver to arise up your back. "(Y/n)..."

Just hearing your husband's voice made your throat tighten and teeth grind against each other. Releasing your hold on your towel your hands slammed into his toned chest and pushed him onto the bed.

His hair sprawled across the mattress, his expressionless face now narrowly one of surprise. Your body was quick to appear over his, legs straddling his hips with your hands burrowing next to his head.

"Shut up!" Your voice cracked as tears descended from your eyes and trickled onto the man's pale cheeks.

"I'm tired, Illumi! I'm so exhausted, I'm in so much pain! You don't even know how hard it is every day to wake up in the morning! How I have no energy to even continue living and the only thing keeping me even slightly afloat is you and Xenon! My husband and son and at times... I don't even feel as if I even have a family. I feel like I am nothing..."

You could barely even breathe, your head pounding like a rainstorm as everything you've ever held your tongue about finally was let go.

"I love you so much but I am so tired, Illumi. So tired of being the neglected wife, just the mother to your child. You don't even understand how much it's hurt to even breathe."

It was quiet, with the only sound being from your sniffling and the now pouring rain that sprayed down on earth in an angry manner.

Your husband rose his hands slowly upwards, reaching your face and grasping your burning hot cheeks in his cool hands.

He stared up at you with his solemn gaze and stroked his thumbs over your watery cheeks. It was the first time in years since he's touched you and was just a bit of caressing but it had your heart squeezing.

"I could never be disgusted with you (Y/n)." He stated, voice not as monotone but more earnest than before. "I didn't marry your appearance, I married you."

One of his hands dipped from your face and grasped your bare thigh just below the provocative towel, the pads of his fingertips pressing into the soft plush flesh of your leg.

Your breath hitched, sending immediate sensations of desire through your touched starved body.

"So why?" You asked under your breath. "Why do you ignore me? Why do you shut me out? It wasn't like this before."

For once, his expression looked pained, those thin brows furrowed with his pale succulent limps twitching down into a grimace.

The words appeared stuck in his throat as if he was afraid to speak, or maybe he didn't know what to say.

You waited for him to articulate, desperate to know his answer but his mouth remained fastened shut.

"Illumi, please." You begged, your howling voice from earlier had long departed and left you with a barely audible manner. "Just talk to me... I'm your wife."

The man appeared as if he was struggling to breathe, his chest rising raggedly with both of his hands grasping the flesh of your plush thighs.

His hands were shaking, his fingers twitching before he closed his eyes to calm himself. That adam's apple of his throat bobbed as he swallowed strenuously.

"I don't... I don't know how to."

Your lip quivered from his words. You knew he struggled with expressing his emotions clearly but you thought with all the years you've been together he had at least comprehended just a little.

"Just tell me what started it, where it all began." You pleaded.

Illumi let out a heavy sigh, shifting his gaze to the side of the wall before removing your body from atop of his.

He positioned you gently onto your back, relocating stray damp hairs out of your face with careful hands before quickly removing his body from yours.

The man sat at the edge of the bed, hands hanging loosely off of his thighs as he inhaled deeply.

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It was a typical day, nothing out of the ordinary as he held your hand through the garden. You were bored of resting inside all the time and expressed the want for fresh air.

He was hesitant at first, cautious of every little thing ever since you were revealed to be pregnant. But with just one look and one simple touch on his skin left him weak.

Illumi didn't look like it but the affection showed by his wife in any amount had his stomach executing flips.

It was something that was rare in his family, tenderness, kindness. It wasn't something he grew up with it so it left him significantly distant from it all.

But he was slowly learning, a pretty woman had entered his life and treated him like no other. With so much love and adoration that he was easily overwhelmed.

You loved him like how someone needed air to live, accepting his harsh blunt words and quickly turning it around into something else that had his insensitive heart flutter.

It was hard to express it but... the man loved you, and he loved the child growing in your womb that was a product of your devotion.

Your smile that was ever so bright had quickly fallen from your face, however. The movements in your legs halted as the hand that held his own flew to your bulging stomach.

The gasp that left your lips was airy, barely any sound tracing it as you hunched over. Illumi remembered calling your name, concerned only slightly until a scream rippled through the area.

He could never forget those exclamations, the wails that echoed out of your chest as you collapsed to your knees.

He couldn't forget the way your face scrunched in distress, tears pouring like a waterfall down your cheeks. Your nails dug into the skin of your arms and drew blood while more wails infiltrated his ears.

Something was wrong, you were too early. You shouldn't be having your contraction for another two months.

"Illumi!"

You had cried his name with a violent voice; face as if you were dipped in water, hair sticking to the sweaty skin of your face.

There wasn't a moment to waste as he swept you up in his arms and bolted back into the Zoldyck residents. His legs had advanced faster than they ever had before, swift and brisk.

His ren was spiking, the dangerous aura of it outstretching across the entire Kukuroo Mountain. Everyone on the estate was notified of the intense atmosphere and every available Zoldyck member was quick to appear by the eighteen-year-old at the time.

Your body was swiftly laid onto a bed in the medical room of the mansion while Kikyo quickly alerted the family nurse and doctor of your situation.

The cramps that spread across your abdomen were gut-wrenching, you could barely even think let alone breathe as they hit you like never-ending waves.

Tension so thick it could make diamonds surround the atmosphere in the bay. It only grew worse with every deafening cry from your mouth.

Your cheeks were drenched in tears, lashes dark and wet with your teeth biting into your bottom lip; a reaction to attempting to silence your own cries.

Illumi had never felt so unnerved by another person's pain, usually, he rejoiced in it - thrived off of it - but this was different.

This was his wife, the woman he grew to care about so helplessly who also was carrying his child. He wanted to do everything he could to take away your pain.

He would willingly trade places, be the recipient of its ache but he couldn't. There wasn't anything he could do, and that killed him with every passing second.

"Your child, it wants out now but Mistress isn't ready! And- And we don't have enough time for her to dilate!"

The doctor himself attempted to appear calm and collected but the bead of sweat on the side of his face was a dead giveaway.

His own hands were shaking by his side from the tension that the Zoldyck family was creating but more importantly from your husband.

"We can't go through natural birth as you planned! We are going to have to surgically remove the heir from her womb."

Illumi's heart had never stopped pounding like it did when he heard the doctor's words. It was imaginary, but the man felt as if something was crawling up his spine and diggings its claws down into his bones.

He knew what he was feeling, he knew what was taking hold of every fiber in his body. Fear had invaded his mind and provided him with scenes of the possible future.

And all of them lead to one thing...your death.

"No!"

The young man startled himself as well as his family from the audible shrill demand of his voice. He had never spoken in such a prominently human manner; his own teeth-gritting into each other.

"Young Master, please! The baby needs medical care that we can provide out here! If we don't surgically remove him now he won't make it and neither will the Mistress!"

The doctor's words were manifesting into arms that clawed at his body, attempting to pull him down into the dark suffocation of his fears.

His lips parted to speak but whatever he wanted to say was stuck along the walls of his esophagus. It was a lump that made it hard to breathe, to let him inflate his starving lungs.

All of his life his father had trained him to be wary of the fear, to know the limitations of his strengths. What he didn't understand he should abandon for the sake of his life.

But this... but you, he was just wary of it. Fear was all he could think of and how could he ever abandon the cause of it?

He was a genius at deducing what outcomes were the most successful for his missions. But at this very moment, he didn't know what to do.

For the first time ever, Illumi Zoldyck was stunned and he was scared.

The thought of losing his firstborn and/or losing you, all made the feelings in his legs dissipate and he almost keeled over right there.

He was just a kid - granted eighteen and raised in the Zoldyck estate - but he was in no way knowledgeable about being a father or even a proper husband.

The man married you to save you but it seems like he saved you from one situation only to prolong your demise.

Kikyo lightly placed her hand on her oldest son's shoulder and squeezed it. His gaze shifted to his mother's visor and for once he longed to ask her what to do.

But thankfully, the woman understood and directed their gaze back to the doctor and nurse who were prepping everything for the removal of his son.

"Some things are inevitable, no matter how hard we want to make it different." She hummed, small pinkish lips pursed curtly. "So do what you can."

He shook his head instinctively, his mouth opening to reply but what he wanted to say was all scrambled and mixed with his other hazy thoughts.

"How...?" It was under his breath, overtaken by your cry of pain but the woman still heard it. "How do I-"

"You be there for your wife, Illumi." She interjected. "She has no one but you, but us. You're the one she needs. Hold her hand, and support her through it."

The Madame of the Zoldyck family dropped her hand to his elbow and guided him to your side. Her free one grasped the back of his hand and made it connect with your own.

"A woman going through this situation, sometimes the only thing she needs is someone by her side... Not many people have that." Her voice cracked yielding Illumi to swallow thickly. "I didn't have that."

She spoke that last part willingly hushed as if she didn't want anyone to hear. His mother gave his elbow one last squeeze before leaving her son's side and the room to wait with the other members of his family.

Everything he felt before had magnified tenfold. The screams had only died down once the epidural had been shot into your spine to numb your lower body.

Illumi could see it in your eyes. There was so much you must have been feeling. Scared, hurt, alone?

Oh, how he wishes he could help but for now, the most he could do was hold your hand and kiss the back of it with his cold lips.

He wasn't listening to anybody, everything just zoned in on you. You were fine one minute, the next he turned his head watched the specialist cut underside of your bulging belly.

Your husband's breath hitched, his lips falling agape as he watched your blood seep from the incision. That day... it was burned into his memory.

There was so much blood.

So much gore.

His stomach churned at the sight of his wife being picked and prodded, your organs on display as they worked to remove his son.

A prominent assassin since he was a child and the sight of before him made every villainous execution he had ever preform kiddie play.

No matter what he never ever wanted to see you like that. You could barely even keep your eyes open.

Time passed by quickly for him and before he knew it his son was risen from your womb and into the air so they could look at him.

He was covered in just red.

And most importantly he wasn't breathing properly. His little chest wasn't rising or falling with its minute breaths.

His blood ran cold, his hands becoming clammy as dread filled every pore in his body.

Illumi remembered that you barely had any strength to cry, just weakly reaching for your child. You held his bloody form on your chest, holding him, caressing him, telling him how much you loved the little boy.

But like the child, your own breathing came to halt. The movement of your chest ceased as you bled and bled, the doctor and nurse rushing with everything they could.

Your head turned the slightest, your gaze meeting his as a pathetic smile attempted to appear on your lips.

"Our... Our Xenon..."

The heart rate had dropped to a blaring flatline, misty clouds befogged your conjunctiva as all life appeared to still as time stopped.

"(Y/n)?"

Why did he call out your name?

Why did he reach for your face, your once warm skin now matching the chilliness of his own?

Why did his eyes burn as it glazed over and released salty liquids that trickled down his face?

In the late evening that day, Illumi Zoldyck lost both his wife... (Y/n) Zoldyck and his son Xenon Zoldyck at the same time.

Everything within him tore apart, the smallest bit of emotion shattered like china.

Illumi kept calling your name and begged for you to come back to him. He pleaded... he threatened... he cried.

It shouldn't have ended like this, you shouldn't have gone before him and neither should have Xenon.

His hold on your hand was released as he launched a stool at the wall.

"F*ck!"

His ren spiked, his hands burrowing into his midnight-hued locks.

He lost everything, he lost what made him something.

The man couldn't breathe nor could he hear. He couldn't see as well smell. Everything was shut off. He felt numb like he was nothing but air that was to be picked up and blown away.

His mother placed a tender hand on his shoulder, her mouth opening to speak but an anomaly stopped her.

A beep, a gasping breath, and the wailing of a newborn baby.

Everyone's attention was flung to your frame, your chest beginning to rise and fall with the child wiggling around under your arms.

You looked over at your husband and inhaled a hefty breath. "Why is my husband crying?"

How he was glad you didn't know about what happened, with him and with you. He didn't want you to know that...

That you and Xenon were dead for four minutes.

And none of it would have happened if he had never given in to his urges. He should have been more careful, he should have never gotten you pregnant.

It was his fault, and he almost lost his wife because of it.

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

You didn't even know what to say, there wasn't anything you could possibly say after hearing about it.

His worst fears had come alive that day. He was traumatized by the event and ever since he hasn't been the same.

He was afraid to touch you... like you were glass. He was afraid to look at you... because with one loving looking he'd want to ravish you like a beast.

It was hard to be in the same vicinity as you. All he wanted was to just hold his wife in his arms and relish in your touch again.

But he was scared - traumatized - and it's stuck with him for six years.

Slowly you sat your body upwards and gripped onto the falling towel to secure it. "I..." You didn't even know what to say but you knew it couldn't just be silent anymore.

"Illumi, I love you."

He redirected his gaze to slightly look at your dim face.

"I wish you would have told me. You've been carrying...all of that on your shoulders by yourself." You stated, shifting closer to his body at the edge of the bed.

Your husband shook his midnight black hair and turned his head away so you couldn't view his face. "Why? Because of me, you perished. It was essentially me killing you with my own hands."

"Hey!" You hissed and stepped off the mattress so you could stand in front of him in between his legs. "That was not your fault! It was no one's fault! We wanted-I wanted a child."

The man didn't respond to your words, keeping his gaze concealed.

"And because of me, I made you hate your body that I..." His breath hitched, shaky even. He swallowed thickly and stood to his feet.

He now towered above your frame while he slowly turned to meet your (e/c) optics with his dark pupilless ones.

"-That I lust for more and more with every passing day."

Your heart throbbed as words you never believed you would hear left his lips.

One of his hands reached for your jaw, caressing it with his calloused thumbs while keeping his gaze on your face.

His touch was foreign but was quickly welcomed back into familiarity.

"I love you."

Words couldn't explain what you were feeling. He didn't ever say that phrase, he didn't believe it was necessary because you already knew that.

Illumi leaned down from his imposing height and for the first time in years, he placed a kiss on your lips. You wanted more, you wanted deeper but he pulled away quickly to your dismay.

"I loved you then and I love you more now." He whispered, running his thumb along your bottom lip. "And I'm sorry for all the pain I caused you."

His eyes shimmered, glossing over and he quickly removed his gaze while stepping away from your frame.

"Please dress comfortably and get some rest. We can talk...if you want tomorrow." He muttered while strutting to the bedroom door.

The sight of his frame getting farther away from yours had you breathe irregularly. You didn't want him to leave, no not after everything that had blown down.

"Illumi-" His steps halted. "-please stay. I don't want to be alone, I just want you here with me."

He inhaled audibly, his fingers twitching by his side before he reached for the doorknob.

"If I stay any longer I won't be able to resist ravaging every inch of your skin." His head turned so you could see his eyes...and you could read them.

You could see how a deep hunger was sealed down deep beneath. It was clawing, scraping, wailing for a way out, and for a moment he even looked predatorial.

"And that's six years of lust and desire I kept locked away for your safety."

Swallowing thickly, you shook your head and reached a hand towards him. "But I'm not glass; I beat death."

"Maybe, but I can't control myself. And you can't beat me."

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

It was quiet today, the events that transpired last night almost seemed like a distant dream, but the bruises from his firm grip on your thighs were evidence enough.

You were still sort of in a daze, realizing how a lack of communication really separated the two of you for years.

Such a simple thing that should have come naturally was an issue you didn't really think needed to be resolved.

There was a fear in your heart that if you were to communicate your own issues it would anger or upset your husband.

But that was most likely one of the multitudes of reasons why your marriage has been rocky as such. The best thing you had to work on with each other was communication and verbalization.

It was certainly going to take some work from both of you.

"(Y/n)."

You nearly fell off the couch if you hadn't quickly stabilized yourself. Peeking behind the sofa it was a shock to see your husband entering the living room.

There wasn't even a clear memory in your head of the last time you witnessed him in places other than his office or your bedroom.

"Illumi!" You scrambled to your feet but the man shook his head as he set himself lightly on the cushion next to you.

The scent of his light cologne was being greedily devoured by your lungs. Before you could even say anything the man leaned down so his succulent lips were on yours.

This time you didn't let the opportunity go to waste. Your hands flung to his face to push him deeper into the kiss, desperately moving against his in a needy manner.

He responded just as eagerly with his hands reaching to hold your waist but only to pull himself away.

Your face burned like fire, lips aching for more.

Illumi hummed before breathing deeply. "Let's start with that." He stated, even quirking the corner of his lips into a coy grin.

"I'm not fragile, Illumi. I can handle my husband." You pressed but it only made the man shake his head.

"(Y/n), it's for your sake and my own." He replied, the grin growing. "An addict doesn't start off with the same dose's they used to do, you have to start off slow."

You huffed, crossing your arms under your chest and shifting your whole body to turn away from him on the couch.

"Well, I don't want to start off slow!"

The cushions rustled as he moved closer to your frame and pressed his chest against your back. His breath fanned the outer shell of your ear as you felt him chortle in his throat.

"Trust me..." A delicate hand reached for your neck and lightly traced down to your collarbone. "You'd want to start off slow with me."

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

Your definition of slow and his definition must be two very different things.

Now that he starting to put in the effort and acknowledge you more, there was nothing more you wanted other than to jump his bones.

But he was so careful of how long he kissed you, where he touched you. You knew he was trying to hold himself back you didn't want that.

He didn't need to, he needed to see that you weren't this porcelain doll he was too afraid to break. The man can't keep blaming himself for putting you through pregnancy and dying for some time.

The both of you needed to work through your issues and Illumi needed to be guided through it. Which is exactly why you wore that short skirt from the mall and a button-up shirt.

Your breast pressed against the fabric of your top with the first few buttons undone.

The skirt could barely hide your bottom that peaked through. The deep ebony-hued stockings couldn't have been any less eye-catching with the way your plush thighs spilled over them.

It's a good thing your dear son was out of his grandfather, you hoped it would be a while too.

Knocking on the door with the back of your fist you called out to your husband. He responded quietly, his gaze still on the laptop as you entered his office.

He hadn't seen your clothes yet, good.

Creeping close with slow tantalizing steps you reached around the desk and leaned against it with your bottom pressing into the edge.

Your husband glanced at your figure quickly before flinging his gaze back to your body. His long dexterous fingers halted above the keyboard and his head tilted to the side.

"(Y/n)?" He asked.

"Illumi." You replied and smiled at him with the most innocent grin you could present. "You know when we talked about how we needed to communicate better?"

The man swallowed thickly, his adam apple bobbing before he slowly nodded his head.

"Well-" Pushing off of the desk you forced yourself between his legs and leaned back on the table. His gaze followed up from your plush thighs and when you leaned back he caught a glimpse of your c*nt, a shimmering slick string connecting it to your inner leg.

"-I think you owe me a little something, don't you think?"

Your husband swallowed again while his shaky hands reached for your succulent thighs. He inhaled strenuously, his grip growing firmer.

"You're torturing me, my wife." He huffed.

You moved his laptop and heaved yourself up to sit on the desk. Once you rested on the steal surface you opened your legs to the man, allowing for him to witness your glimmering wet lower lips.

And when you reached down, two fingers spreading your slits apart so he could have a view of something he hadn't seen in years...it was all downhill from there.

Illumi pulled your body closer to the edge, your back flopping onto the surface of the table as his hands traveled up to the back of your knee.

The cool air against your exposed lower body permitted a shiver to run up your back. The exhilaration was flooding through your veins, your breathing already becoming irregular.

It was like you could feel a heartbeat in your cl*t with the way it throbbed and pulsated. Already you were feeling flustered, overwhelmed even.

This was the most interaction he's ever had with you in years and it was making your palms sweaty.

Your husband leaned down, his pupilless optics closing as he placed soft smooches around the inner parts of your thighs.

Each kiss grew closer to your c*nt; every sensation of his lips connecting with your skin went right to your cl*t.

You swallowed thickly, leaning upon your elbows to watch the man you love inch his way to the space between your legs.

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

You were pushing his boundaries, teasing him, testing him until he couldn't hold back anymore and indulge in his desperate hunger.

He wanted to take things slow, but you weren't as patient as you once were. And because of that, you were unleashing a starved beast that was utterly obsessed with you.

It was to the point where you no longer were the one who instigated lustful renditions, and it was now your husband taking everything into his hands.

Literally.

A light sigh was drowned out by the music from your radio on the counter. Your gloved hands diligently grasped the next plate in the sink as you swayed smoothly to the music.

The air smelled of soap, bubbles covering the surface of plugged water that eagerly needed to be cleaned.

Your focus was solely on the sink until a presence was felt behind you. You were about to turn to face the figure until it pressed up against your back, and your husband's light cologne flooded your senses.

It was like you were melting in his hold, absolutely adoring any attention or affection he gave. His long arms wrapped around your stomach while his face hid in the crook of your neck.

"Good morning, my husband." You hummed aloud and returned your attention to the dishes. You grabbed another with your yellow-gloved hands and reached for the sponge. "Did you sleep well?"

The man huffed, tightening his hold and letting his succulent lips press along the smooth skin of your shoulder.

You swallowed thickly, becoming distracted slightly from even the slightest bit of attention from the handsome midnight-haired male.

"Is Xenon with your father?" You sought, attempting to sway your debauched thoughts, but it was far more difficult as the man let his hand wander and snake behind your tan apron.

His cold nimble fingers played with the hem of your shirt as he spoke. "Grandfather took him this time." He uttered, his silky hair tickling your neck.

"Did he?" Your reply was rhetorical as you reached for a bowl you used to bake cupcakes for your son.

Illumi didn't speak; instead, his hands crept under your shirt and immediately caressed your bare stomach.

Your teeth clenched, the grip on the bowl growing firmer from the sudden sensation. "You're so warm." He mused in your ear, his voice only a whisper.

You didn't respond; instead, you stood silently and allowed for your husband to follow his fingers along the scar from Xenon's birth.

His lips touched just below your ear as he trailed small kisses up the side of your face. "How warm do you think you would be if my hands reached lower?"

Oh, he was the one starting things this time.

Too distracted from his words your husband didn't wait for a reply and instead removed one of his hands from your shirt to reach under the long skirt.

His calloused finger trips trailed up your inner thigh, brushing against bruises and contusions from his earlier 'play time'.

He wouldn't stop attempting to make it up to you one night after he marked your skin so woefully dark. The man had lost himself the other night, unable to control how hard he wanted to hold you and how desperate he was to cover your skin in his markings.

Apologies rolled off his tongue like one would do as if caught being naughty. He berated himself for losing control and wouldn't even look you in the eye until you smacked his head.

You reassured him with many words, kisses, and tender caresses until he could look at you again.

"They're becoming lighter and soon will be gone." You stated, scrubbing another dirty dish to hide the grin on your lips. "I wouldn't mind if you were to add more once they fade..."

His fingertips ceased their movements from your words, his breathing suddenly shifting to become more audible until you felt a grumble reverberate off his chest.

"I might lose control again." He replied, resuming the stroking of his fingers upwards until the pads of his extremities brushed against your clothed cl*t.

You clenched over nothing, stomach tensing against his other hand as you swallowed. "What if that is what I want?" You teased.

Illumi's breathing grew ragged as if he was already beginning to lose his self-constraint.

"Then I would have to say you're a bit of a fool, my wife." He kissed just below your jaw. "Holding back is the only way I can keep from really hurting you."

Your lips parted to reply and instead of words leaving your mouth, a satisfied sigh did. His fingers had pushed aside your bottom undergarments and grazed against your slickened folds.

"I only want for you to feel good. I owe it to you after all." He whispered as he pressed and prodded against your hole before entering his cool fingers tenderly.

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

It has been a while, some months that passed since the two of you had finally revealed your issues and insecurities to each other.

You both had been working through it together and even engaging in tender touches that lead to only you reaching your climaxes.

However, you wanted more than just his mouth or fingers. You wanted all of him, everything he had to offer.

But he was still afraid to drive so far, to really let himself go and be one with your body once again. You didn't know how to get him to just f*ck you, but there was an idea you were unsure was going to work.

Knocking on the man's office door you didn't even wait for a response and instead let yourself in.

Illumi glanced up from a packet in his hand before shaking his head, the faintest smile gracing his lips and already making your cl*t throb.

"I would like to talk to you about something." You expressed, smiling at his figure.

He leaned back in his swivel chair and clasped his fingers together on his lap. "What is it, my wife?"

Communication has been better.

You skipped slightly to his desk, angling forward on the surface and holding your head in your hands. It was difficult to keep the grin off your lips and ultimately, you failed.

"I want you to hurt me."

Even if the man's normal expression was one of blankness, he now appeared visibly dumbfounded. "What?" His words were slightly above a whisper.

You couldn't help but release a bout of laughter from his response and tilt up so you were thoroughly standing straight.

"Not in the way you think, silly. I want you to stop holding back. I want you to just f*ck me already."

The man pursed his pale lips tightly together, his thin brows visibly furrowing as he appeared deep in thought.

You twiddled your fingers together and swayed back and forth on the balls of your feet.

"(Y/n), you know how I feel." He replied after a moment of hesitation.

His words made you wrinkle your nose and grimace visibly. Without thinking, your hand came down on the surface of his table as the other pointed an accusing finger at the male.

"I want you to f*ck me raw like when we were younger. When you would hold me down by the throat and make me look like a dumb b*tch in heat!"

There was no holding back now; there shouldn't be. The agreement between the two of you was that you would work on communication, and if there was something really bothering you, then there should be no fear of speaking your minds.

It was silent in his office, not a sound but your beating hearts.

Illumi's gaze fell from your flustered expression to the golden band on his ring finger. He was once again in deep thought.

"I don't want what happened before to happen again, (Y/n). I don't want to see you go through the pain, your death again."

You groaned aloud and shook your head. "I may be a fat f*ck but that doesn't mean I can't beat death again. I have too much to live for."

He sighed, one of his hands reaching for your face and caressing your bottom lip. "What did I say about calling yourself things like that?" He sought, voice hard and stern.

Before you could respond that hand on your cheek let itself make its way to your throat where he squeezed.

Immediately you inhaled shakily but the feeling of the pressure on your larynx had you just about become a puddle on his desk.

"Let's play a game, Illumi."

The man raised an eyebrow for a moment before releasing your throat much to your dismay. "What kind of game?"

Shrugging your shoulders obtusely, you turned your attention to his desk, mindlessly drawing circles on its frigid surface.

"See, I'm going to start running and you know that I'm serious if I'm running."

Your husband chortled in his throat and you couldn't help but smile at his response.

"I get to have a five-minute start where I try to find somewhere to hide. If you can find me - and catch me - within ten minutes after my head start we get to have a safe word and you can stop at any moment since you're so scared about hurting me-"

Illumi rolled his eyes at the last part.

"-But if it takes longer than ten minutes - even if it's just a second or two - You get to give me what I want and that's just raw animalistic f*cking until I can't even think anymore."

Your husband wasn't stupid, he knew why you offered the game. He was cruel, a hunter, and when he hunts he loses himself to his sadistic tendencies.

Everything in him would become heightened and his self-control would be almost non-existent. You knew him well and knew what to do to get what you wanted.

So if this is your game he'll play, humor you even but he won't give in so easily.

"Okay." He nodded his head in agreement before standing to his feet. His 6'1 (185 cm) figure towered over you as he hid his pale hands in his black slacks. "I'll play, but don't think you're going to get the outcome you want."

Your tongue swept along your bottom lip as you reached forward to his collar and yanked him down to your height.

"I'm tired of you underestimating me, Illumi. No nen or ren to detect me, that would be cheating. And I'll know if you're cheating. You wouldn't want to disappoint me now, would you?"

The man raised his arched eyebrows, not used to your straightforwardness but undoubtedly up for your challenge.

He leaned forward so his noise briefly brushed against yours. "Disappoint my wife?" His lips quirked into a coy grin. "Never."

Removing the gap between your faces you let his lips meet yours and pulled him into such a needy kiss. He responded just as desperate and reached for your waist but before he could touch you, you released his lips and his shirt.

His expression was one of slight disappointment as you merely giggled at him.

"See you soon, my husband." You crooned lightly.

"In five minutes, my dear." He responded.

Halting with your hands on the doorknob, you turned back to him and waved. "Make that fifteen."

"We'll see."

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

Oh, you hate f*cking running.

But you loved the adrenaline that was coursing through your veins at the moment. The exhilaration of the chase, the thrill of fear making your head dizzy.

Either way whatever was the result of this chase you were going to have some fun. Especially with The Zoldyck family taking Xenon on his first assassination mission.

You prepared for this game and weren't going to allow your husband to win. Not when the thought of his toned his hips utilizing every prominent muscle of his lower body to plunge deep inside of you.

Giddily you skipped down the stairs of your wing and ran past the laundry room. A quick glance at the clock on the wall showed three minutes had already passed.

Two minutes.

You had only two minutes until your grace period would be over. A hundred and twenty seconds until the man began his hunt.

God(s) you were scared but so absolutely zealous.

It was like you were hot under the skin with how warm you felt. Your hair was already sticking to the back of your neck, heat radiating off of your thighs that rubbed together with every step.

A shower after being made a complete f*cking mess would be such a nice idea. Soothing your muscles, aiding the aches in your limbs and joints.

Dodging a low hanging light you squeezed through a slim hallway and made yourself finally reach the other wing all the way on the other side of Kukuroo Mountain.

The sudden sensation of Illumi's ren spiking before dispersing into nothing made your throat tighten.

Two minutes were up.

He was on the hunt, and he wanted you to know he was starting.

Now began the countdown of ten minutes. You had nine minutes and 59 seconds to evade his capture.

You didn't want that safe word, you didn't want for him to have the ability to stop when he felt like he was taking things too far.

It was time to get him back to how he used to be.

Illumi knew you weren't stupid enough to hide in your personalized wing so he had at least four other separate wings to check.

it was like a clock was ticking in your head with every passing second. It was haunting, terrifying but also exhilarating.

You didn't know if you should find somewhere to hide or just keep moving to avoid getting caught in one place.

There was a faint thump in the background that had your heart leap into your throat. Your breathing halted for a moment, everything becoming absolutely silent with the golden glow of the lowering sun drifting through the window.

Do you move?

Do you run?

Do you hide?

The faint thump sounded as if it was closer to your frame. You had to do something other than just stand frozen in the middle of a hall.

A ticking noise from a clock gained your attention. Your head snapped to its place on the wall and you estimated how much time had passed.

Seven minutes and twenty seconds left.

Dammit, only four minutes had just barely passed. Six minutes left. Just six minutes until you can win the game.

The closes door was on your left and you had to choose what to do. Glancing behind you one last time you quietly turned the diamond knob and crept inside the darkroom.

Slowly but cautiously, you shut it behind you, your heart thumping its music in your ears. You directed your attention to the darkness of the room.

It stank of metal, like iron and it made your nose tingle inside. Turning on the light switch would be detrimental; the light would reveal through the sides of the door, obviously.

Inhaling profoundly, you attempted to breathe in more than just the smell of iron. There had to be more. You weren't someone with inhuman senses like Gon or Killua but you had to try your best.

The odor, there was something else...something very faint. It was masked by the metallic undertone but it was there.

It smelled sweet and salty...like chips.

Coming to the realization of the smell you knew only one room in the mansion had this odor. You were in Milluki's rooms.

"F*ck!" You hissed under your breath and just as you whispered it faint light erupted from the dark corner of the bedroom.

Milluki's fat face was illuminated hauntingly by the computer light, his coy grin making your stomach sink.

"(Y/n), (Y/n)...What is a married woman doing barging into my room?" He teased, leaning back in his swivel chair.

Your mouth felt dry, half due to your running and the other half due to the fact the most immature Zoldyck son just had to catch you.

"Listen, Milluki." You hissed under your breath and stepped forward, your face glowering with your lips twitching into a sneer. "Don't you dare call him out, okay?"

The second oldest obviously knew what was going on; he kept track of the cameras in the other wings. You destroyed all the ones he tried to set up in your's and Illumi's part of the mansion.

"Why not?" He pressed, his arms crossing over his chest. "What's in it for me?"

'Selfish piece of sh*t!'

Illumi's ren flared...he was riled. You glanced at the electric clock on his desk.

Three minutes left.

Your husband must be slightly anxious now. Three minutes weren't long, but they also weren't that short either.

"What do you want? I don't have much to offer." You stated and the twenty-year-old nodded his head in understanding.

"You're right." He agreed while facing a palm to the ceiling. "But your husband has much much more to offer."

You pressed your lips tightly together. It wasn't your right to give off whatever was part of your husband's assets but...you'll find a way to make it up to him.

Illumi's ren flared; only a minute and a half left.

"Okay, okay! What do you want?"

Milluki didn't say anything, instead, he reached under his desk and flicked a switch. A latch puffed up from the floor, a visible white wisp leaking from the space.

He turned his gaze back to his computer before reaching for a manga. "We'll talk about it after he finishes rearranging your organs."

Heat rushed to your cheeks, embarrassment sticking to every part of your thoughts. "Milluki!"

Illumi's ren was too close for comfort.

The second oldest son shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. "Come on, (Y/n). With a body like that, you look like you'd want-"

Your hands scrunched his fat cheeks to shut him up. "I'm not an assassin like this family nor a killer but-" You squeezed his cheeks harder, permitting a sudden cry from him. "-I'll rip your balls off if you talk about my body like that."

He nodded his head quickly, sweating which made you abruptly rip your hands off of his face. You skidded over to the latch and lifted it up to see the entrance to its dim dungeon-like basement.

Milluki wiped his forehead before returning his gaze to his forgotten manga. "He might kill you with his di-"

"I'll kill you with my fist if you don't shut up." You interjected as you carefully lowered down its metal ladder.

The man simply waved his hand nonchalantly before flicking the switch again and the small square platform closed and sealed to hide the hidden entrance beneath.

You managed to gain some distance now, less than a minute should be left. Almost giddily you ran down the corridor of the basement, its hall appearing never-ending as you passed rooms with steel bars.

Just a little longer, you're almost there.

You're going to win! You're going to beat Illumi! The smile couldn't be wiped from your face even if you tried.

A door was coming into view, the main door to the basement. It led to the middle of the mansion and Illumi must still be on Milluki's far side.

Or that's at least what you thought until the cellar suddenly dropped in degrees. Sweat that glistened on your visible skin chilled from the presence of your husband's intense ren.

Run

Your skipping shifted into full-blown hauling a** as you realized he was down here with you.

No! NO!

You were already exhausted, your limbs aching from the exertion you were most definitely not used to. But you pushed them regardless of the burn in your muscles.

The chase was exciting but terrifying. You would say this was the most fun you've had since Hisoka took you out into town.

And when you could hear his sudden footsteps growing closer, you nearly screamed.

"(Y/n)."

His voice was so cold it felt as they were attempting to freeze your limbs solid to immobilize you. You swallowed, the saliva irritating your already dry and itchy throat from the constant running.

"Come here."

He commanded, his voice closer this time but it was overtaken by the raging palpations of your heart in your eardrums.

"Don't run from me."

He had to be right on your heels, suffocating you with his ren that you could barely even breathe.

That was playing dirty.

The door, the door was right there! You reached for it, choking slightly on the lack of air and the only sound that broke through your beating heart was the ringing of an alarm.

One of his hands grasped your wrist before It was like a flash of light, your hearing buzzing as white danced through your vision.

The sensation of coming down from the high of the chase was overwhelming. You had to shut your eyes and attempt to focus but the desperate need for air was stealing all of your attention.

Rise and fall

In and out

Slowly but surely it didn't take long for everything to begin returning back to you. The sound of your ragged breathing was first and it wasn't just yours either.

Illumi's was just barely audible but you could hear it, the strain in the back of his throat. Next was your touch, cooled marble underneath your figure that was greedily honored for your burning body.

Finally, your sight had returned. Opening your eyelids gradually the form of your husband was the first thing you could see.

Your body rested on the floor with the man caging his hands by your head, your hands unconsciously gripping his wrist for support.

"Illumi-" He ceased your speech by closing the gap and connecting his lips with yours. You didn't even hesitate to respond, desperately pressing into him deeply.

You let out a delighted hum, relishing the way his lips moved along yours and his tongue nudging his way into your mouth.

"You won." He murmured against your face when he finally pulled away for air. "You beat me?"

He sounded almost bewildered by the fact and it brought a grin to your lips. "What did I say about underestimating me?" You teased under your breath.

His expression was blank, his wide eyes unreadable for a moment before something flashed into the dark voids of his iris'.

Your mouth parted to speak but instead, you gasped when one of his hands took its place on your throat.

Illumi's chilled palm pressed along your larynx, the pads of his calloused fingers digging into the flesh of your neck.

A shaky breath was exhaled from your lungs as your optics widened. The pressure, his sudden aggressive action all went straight to your cl*t.

"You earned it, you deserve it." He mussed, the silky strands of his hair cascaded down by your head like a smooth waterfall.

"So I'll f*ck you until you can't think straight."

His grip grew tighter.

"I'll make it so you can't even breathe anymore."

He brought his face closer to yours.

"You're going to look like a mess swathed in tears and my c*m."

Illumi blessed you with a rare grin.

"You got me all riled up just so I could drill inside mercilessly."

You didn't speak, you couldn't as the lack of oxygen created dancing voidness across your vision. Laying limply was your figure only a second longer before he removed his hand from your throat.

Immediately you took the chance to inhale air greedily and cough clamorously. He didn't give you much of an opportunity to recover as your body was flung over his shoulder.

Flaccidly you hung, the strength to fight back or react stolen from your limbs. It felt as if only seconds passed until the familiar setting of your bedroom appeared before your vision.

Your back had connected against your mattress, your pants being ferociously removed along with your lower undergarment.

You were being manhandled, treated like a ragdoll as he worked to remove every other clothing item that shielded your deliciously succulent frame from his gaze.

You liked that. You liked it a lot.

His movements were frantic, barbaric as if your naked body would give him the air he so hopelessly needed.

Illumi's hands left your body only for a moment so he could be just as bare, just as vulnerable. Through half-lidded eyes, you admired his tone and muscled abdomen.

Of course, your gaze dropped lower to his crotch and you soaked in the sight of his meaty length.

"Yes, oh yes, please!" You pleaded, already chiming like a harlot.

He gripped the back of your knees and yanked your body so your bottom just barely hung over the edge.

The action made you clench over nothing. One of his hands released your leg so he could reach down and lift his c*ck and place it on your stomach.

His pelvis met yours as the two of you observed the way his fatty tip stopped just above your navel.

The weight of his extremity, the heat of it had you almost climax on the spot. It had been so long since you saw it and it looked just as pretty as you remembered.

Lengthy, it could reach the deepest parts inside of you with little to no effort and having you writhing beneath him.

His tip was wide, fat, corresponding with his girth that had you holding it with two hands when you desired to suck him down your throat.

God(s), you love him so much and his c*ck that had your legs quivering for days.

Illumi hummed at your debauched expression, his wide pupilless optics now half-lidded with the lack of self-control.

"Look at you." He announced with the dreary cold tone to his voice nonexistent. It was breathy, course, and deeper than usual. "You like looking at my c*ck, hmm?"

You nodded your head without hesitation however that didn't seem to be the right response. He reached down to your hair, tugging your head back to reveal your bare throat to him.

The pain shot through your scalp but the sensation didn't hurt. No, it just made you even more insatiable for your husband.

"I want to hear you speak (Y/n). If I say something you answer me with those pretty lips."

You grinned, rolling your hips so you could grind against the hardened c*ck that rested above it. "You think I'm pretty~?" You sought with a breathy voice.

His hand on the back of your knee tightened.

"I'll answer when you're stuffed full of my c*m."

You squealed giddily and reached down to his length but he released your hair so he could snatch your wrist. He pinned it above your head while his other hand latched onto his cock and pressed the dripping head at your entrance.

It took everything in you not to grind against the tip.

He pressed and prodded it, just barely stretching your hole until he drove in with no remorse. Your (e/c)'s eyes widened, a gasp stuck in your throat as an arch formed in your spine.

The stretch hurt, you were wet enough but the size of him required your walls to stretch to remold around his veiny c*ck.

The pain had you quivering, eyes glazing over with tears. The sight had your husband's hold on your wrist slacken, a pang of guilt arising in his eyes.

At the sight, you furrowed your brows and reached upwards to yank on some strands of silky midnight locks.

"Do not dare look at me like that, Illumi." You seethed. "I won so f*ck me like you don't care! Make it hurt, make it hurt so good that I'm begging for more."

Like a switch flipping, the slightest acknowledgment of guilt was gone and all you could see was primal desire.

He released your wrist only to slap his hand over your mouth and shove your head into the mattress. Your husband gripped your left thigh, pressing it down against your chest so he could visibly observe your c*nt.

When he drove his hips back so his c*ck could pull away from the warm depths of your body, your lips could be seen holding him down as if begging him to never go.

He liked that.

The force he used to rock back into you had your whole body jolting on the bed. You cried, wailing audible but muffled under his hand from the forceful thrust.

It hurt so good.

Like the sadistic man he is, he f*cked you as if you were nothing. Plunging himself so deeply that he brushed against every sensitive spot inside and reached your cervix.

His trapezius muscles flexed as he thrust so heavily violent, the arch in your back developing greater.

Your whines and pleads of pleasure were incoherent, vibrating against his cool palm with saliva already dripping from the corner of your lips.

His hips jerked as he quickly gained momentum and rolled his hips continuously. He beat into you as if he owned you.

"Can't even focus, huh? Lookin already dazed, my wife."

Your abdomen tingled, stomach tensing as your climax already began to approach. You knew you should have lasted longer but when he was drilling into you so carelessly as you've always wanted...well how could you not c*m so quickly.

The male was being clenched down by your inner walls, sucking him in even deeper. The head of his c*ck kissed the barrier with heavy thrust.

Your insides that were being gripped down on his member, walls fitting tighter around him so perfectly, allowing you to feel every thick vein that protruded against the skin of his c*ck.

The ridges were a bout of added pleasure that you were obsessed with. They skimmed effortlessly along with the tender areas that had you squirming, quivering, just about c*mming on his d*ck.

You molded so tightly around him as if your body was trying to keep him inside as much as possible. As if you never wanted to let him go and keep him all to yourself.

The pace of his gloriously rocking hips grew. Every time he rocked his pelvis forward he pressed the head of his c*ck against the entrance to your womb.

There was so much of him left, so much that wanted to be in you but couldn't due to the barrier deep inside. It enranged him.

He desired for all of himself to be inside, clenched by velvety walls, burning from your warmth inside.

So, he took his sudden anger out on you and drove harder inside instead.

"Ah~!" The scream was hoarse, broken under his hands as your eyes rolled back inside your head. You clamped down so firmly on him that his hips quivered and jerked for a moment.

The tingling in your abdomen grew intense before it flushed through every nerve inside your body. Your insides were fluttering, tensing up all nice and tight.

It was a wave of ecstasy and euphoria that blanketed your mind.

You couldn't even speak, or think as you felt your walls pulsate to the beat of your ragged heart.

Your stomach contracted, the abdominal muscles were tight from how much you sucked in your gut. The free leg that wasn't being held down slammed against his side, pressing into him as you threw your head back into the mattress.

"C*mming already?" He sought. "Can't handle a little force huh?"

You could only whimper, jolting from the oversensitive from his c*ck that continued to be drilled inside unremorsefully.

His fingers gripped below your jaw and forced your dazed expression to face him.

"Hey, Hey. Speak so I know when you're too f*cked to produce coherent words."

You swallowed strenuously, having to force yourself to focus and think of something to say back.

"Illumi~." You sang his name like a breathless hymn and reached for his wrist, digging your nails into his flesh that you were sure you'd reach the bone.

The man grunted in acknowledgment and switched his hold to be grasping your throat. He pressed down firmly, removing the ability to breathe comfortably as you sucked in air helplessly.

Your hips bucked upwards, tears glazing over as the inner corner of your eyes burned from the bliss.

Choked moans and mewls along with the wet squishing noise of his crotch barely meeting yours echoed in the bedroom.

Your free leg dropped onto the bed, your body becoming limp from how high the choking made you feel.

"Going limp on my d*ck already? Should I f*ck you unconscious and drive so deep until you wake up again?"

You struggled to speak against his hand but the male rose his arched brows, pretending like he heard a legible response.

Drool dribbled down your chin and trailed down your jaw, your teeth clenching into each other as you barely had any strength to hold his wrist.

Your body coated itself in sweat in an attempt to cool down. Hair stuck to your face, neck, and any possible slicked skin that it could touch.

The lack of air made everything twice as sensitive, it compelled all your senses to push into overdrive.

Illumi's hand that applied pressure on your larynx ached but you wanted more. You wanted harder even though your vision was blurring, darkened voids takings their place over the sight of your husband.

Right before the apex of your choking could lead you into unconsciousness he released your throat. You inhaled sharply, devouring proper air that had your stomach tingle intensely once again.

Your husband brushed his thumb tenderly over your swollen bottom lip only for a moment. That tenderness was quickly removed as he planted his open hand on the side of your face and drove it down harshly into the mattress.

The force, the aggression, it wasn't long until the tingling grew far more intense. It had you quivering, crying as you wailed and whimpered.

Tears and drool glistened on the skin of your face, such a pretty sight for your husband.

"You're so needy. You want to c*m again, don't you?" He questioned. You didn't respond, his words were taking a moment to register in your head.

The lack of response had the male scowl. His hips jutted forward so he could press so deeply inside that his tip did more than just kiss the entrance to your womb.

"F-F*ck!" You cursed under your breath.

"Talk, (Y/n)! Don't disobey your husband now."

Your teeth chattered against each other, your lids flickering open and closed. Barely even focusing your gaze on the sweaty built frame of your husband had your expression one of absolute daze.

"Please." You could barely even squeeze the words out. "Please let me c*m. I-I need to c*m so bad it h-hurts!"

"Oh?" He expressed lightly. "So you can speak still."

The ache in your neck throbbed from how he forced your head to the side but you welcomed it with open arms.

This was everything you wanted, everything you've been craving for years.

Both of his hands dropped to your hip and pressed his fingertips into your skin which was soon accompanied by his nails.

The hold allowed for him to not only just rut into you but also guide your lower body to meet every heavy forceful thrust.

You tightened, memorizing where the thickest vein to the thinnest rubbed against your walls around him. The man swallowed thickly, rolling his eyes slightly in the back of his head as his c*ck twitched inside.

He was close to his end, pulsating with every thrust and rut that matched your guided hips.

"F*ck. I'm going to c*m and you're going to take it all like a good little wife, right?"

You nodded eagerly and reached for the back of your thighs to pull your legs wider open.

Illumi groaned, the vein on his neck throbbing as he audibly huffed. "You better not let a single drop seep out. All of it, every single f*cking drop better stay inside your greedy f*cking c*nt."

He tilted his head to the side, his midnight hair sticking to his broad back and shoulders. "You hear me?"

"Y-Yes."

"That's what I like to hear."

It didn't take much longer for you to reach another orgasm. The tight tingling sensation in your lower abdomen pulsated and throbbed before it all flushed through your system.

Only choked gasps and whimpering left your lips as your stomach flexed and contracted due to the pressure.

The liquids of your org*sm milked his c*ck, the presence of it being seen on it every time he had pulled out and drilled back in.

Reaching the very peak of your ecstasy it burst and spread all throughout your body. Pleasure coursed throughout your veins as adrenaline would, with eyes rolling back in your head drool dribbled down the corner of your lips.

You saw white with your hearing abruptly zoning in and out, the only thing you could hear was your husband's muffled grunts and groans above you.

He was hitting the deepest areas of your body while the heat of his skin wafted off onto yours. His large hands held you so close and tight on your hips.

The creamy white liquid of your org*sm pooled around the base of his c*ck and spread across your folds that were already sopping wet.

"Look at the mess your making on yourself, darling."

So tight, so firm you clenched around his c*ck and that was all he need to finally reach his own release. His abdomen tensed and tingled, contracting as the ecstasy burst through his veins.

You could feel him twitching, throbbing inside of you. He swelled up nicely as his balls tensed. His seed flooded through his c*ck before it finally released through the tip.

Illumi's c*ck that brushed against the entrance of your womb had now kissed it stiffly, a spray of his heated liquid pouring into it.

"Take it, take it all like the greedy little wife you are."

Your teeth clenched down at the sensation, gripping over him to draw every bit of his seed into you.

His hips jerk, the angle of your bottom allowing for every hearty spurt of his seed to drip and gush into your womb and stay there.

The man was greedy, desiring for everything that came from him to coat your insides and pool within the very deep sensitive area of your body.

Your body sucked and gripped down on him, begging for every last drop from his sturdy balls that pressed firmly against your bottom.

"F*ck." His own voice cracked, eyes shutting tightly from one of his strongest climaxes to ever ripple through his veins.

The both of you were breathing heavily, chest falling and rising rapidly with the weight of exhaustion taking over. It hurt to keep your eyes open, the weariness from the chase and the very rough intercourse had drained you of all energy.

"(Y/n), hey." He slapped your face lightly to you wake you. You groaned, swallowing saliva to ease the itchiness in the back of your throat.

Your husband slowly removed himself from inside, observing the way his slightly pink c*ck now shimmered in your glistening mixed climaxes.

When he was fully out it wasn't long before his c*m was attempting to leak out of your used and abused hole.

"What did I say, (Y/n)." There was an undertone of vexation. "Keep it all inside. Keep all of me inside or I swear I'm f*cking you stupid."

You had no strength, absolutely exhausted. You couldn't do it, it wasn't possible. Attempting to keep the thick liquid inside was a challenge you already failed from the start.

There was so much that he had held back, so much pent up that when he reached his climax he couldn't help but paint your insides white and fill it with his overwhelming amount of seed.

So when your husband witnessed the smallest stream escape your hole and dribble down your bottom... his hands were back on your body.

Illumi grasped your flaccid limbs and lifted you up onto your feet. You couldn't stand, already falling over from the ache in your thighs but he held you up by your throat.

He bore a seat on the bed where you once were and laid your body over his lap. Your breast hanging over the edge of his thigh with your bottom resting in the air, your legs quivering.

"You want to disobey me right? You want to defy your husband and ignore what he tells you?"

You shook your head at his words and whispered out a weak 'no'.

The man let a large hand reach down to your bottom, caressing the thickness before digging the pads of his calloused fingertips into your warm flesh.

His gaze turned over to your backside and grasped both of your bottoms, spreading apart your cheeks so your c*nt lips could flare open.

More of his seed dripped out, cascading down your warm thighs and sticking to your skin.

He observed it intently, his expression stoic for a moment before his arched brows furrowed.

"My wife needs to learn her lesson, yes?"

A shiver ran up your bare spine, dispositions of potential outcomes danced through your head. What do you say? What do you do?

You didn't know, only rubbing your thighs together in an attempt to create friction and subdue that returning heartbeat in your cl*t.

Abruptly one of his hands came down upon one of your bottom cheeks, his hand opened with full contact on your skin.

"Ah!" You wailed out audibly, the burning of the corner of your eyes starting as it glazed over with tears.

Your a** jiggled, your thighs rippling from the force as you push your bottom up unconsciously. Throbbing stinging pain flushed through your skin and spread down your legs.

"You still don't answer me? Did I f*ck you stupid already?" He sought, the rumbling of his speech felt against your side that pressed on his chest.

Swallowing thickly you reached over to the bed to dig your nails into the soft cushion. "N-No." It was barely above a whisper.

His open hand came down on the opposite cheek, this time harder and more forceful. The gasp halted in your throat, your whole body jolting from the violent might of his slap.

"Who do you think you're talking to!? You better speak louder!?"

Your bottom began to ache, throbbing as heat rushed to the spanked skin. It made your cl*t throb, the force, how treated you like a ragdoll, throwing you around and holding you down.

There was no denying that you liked it. Becoming even more turned on with every domineering slap that hurt so good.

"Y-Yes! God(s), please Illumi."

The man dragged his fingers down your thighs with feather-like touches up and down until he reached dripping c*nt.

He gave you no preparation or warning as two of his fingers drove into your c*m filled inside and passed downwards against your bladder.

You clenched so tightly, spasm almost from the overstimulation. One of your hands gripped onto his thighs and you attempted to remove yourself from over his lap but it was futile.

He gripped the back of your neck and forced your head down, essentially keeping your body over his lap as he began pumping his fingers inside.

His chilled long nimble fingers reached deep and grazed over the stimulants inside. Your hips were bucking, body spams as you cried and wailed.

"You're so pretty." He complimented, squeezing his fingers over the back of your neck while driving his fingers harder.

Illumi leaned down for a moment to kiss the middle of your back, his cold lips a soothing touch on your burning skin.

"So f*cking pretty I lose my mind." He huffed, almost overwhelmed by your quivering form on his lap.

For a moment he removed his drenched fingers and slammed them down on your heated cheeks. You screamed, eyes rolling back in your head as hit your other cheek with an open hand.

Two...three...four, he hit you four times with intense force before resuming his fingers place back inside. Your stomach was tingling, your org*sm reaching closer and bringing you closer to the edge.

"Desperate, desperate you are getting off on being hit. I can feel how close you are, it's funny."

You pressed your stomach more into his lap, back arching as your hips swayed from the overstimulation.

The tingling grew more intense, spreading across your abdomen as adrenaline coursed through your veins.

Removing his fingers from inside he grasped your hair, throwing your head back as his other hand forced your body upwards.

He guided your body hurridly to be straddling his lap, the tip of his leaking c*ck at your sopping wet entrance.

Your husband was quick to plunge inside again so your org*sm couldn't dissipate. He reached so far inside, your walls spamming as they worked to stretch and form around him again.

Pressing your sweaty chest against him, hands flew to his shoulders where you dug your nails into his pale flesh.

Illumi griped your hip, fingers driving into your plump skin so he could use his strength and guide your body to bounce on him.

Quicker, faster his c*ck pounding inside that pressed against the entrance to your womb was bringing your climax closer at a rapid rate.

Your husband tugged on your hair and forced your head back so your throat was open to him. He wasted no time attaching his lips to your skin, sucking, marking it all with contusions and love bites.

You couldn't help but smile. Ecstasy and euphoria were infused with every nerve inside of your body. This was exactly what you wanted.

Illumi manhandled your body, throwing you around, and doing whatever he wanted. The chase had heightened every one of his senses and slowly broke his self-control.

If you hadn't won he wouldn't be like this. He wouldn't just be treating you like a f*ck toy and abusing his strength over yours.

You loved it, you loved it all.

With his fat c*ck brushing against the stimulants inside, driving in so deeply, it was all you needed to release for the third time.

Your lips parted as you shakily inhaled. You drew blood from his shoulders while pressing against his chest.

Rolling your eyes back into your head your lids flickered. Your walls tightened and squeezed, convulsing around his pounding c*ck.

"You look so f*cking pretty c*mming on my c*ck." He breathed against your skin, pulling back so he could fully see your debauched expression.

The creamy liquids of your org*sm milked his length, drenching his pubic hair and dripping down your thighs.

Your walls fluttered, coursing through every vein and boiling the blood below your skin. Sucking and goading him for more.

You were shaking with your whole body trembling above him. It didn't take long for Illumi to move you once again.

He lifted your succulent body with his firm hands and flopped your frame on your left side on the bed. His hands gripped your thighs, pulling you to the edge of the bed while holding your right thigh open to reveal your c*nt to him.

Aggressively he plunged inside and held your lifted leg over his arm as both hands held onto your curved waist.

You unconsciously ground against him, back stretching as you reached behind your frame to grip the bedsheets drenched in your sweat.

With every prominent thrust of his hips, he made your a** jiggle and ripple. He hummed blissfully, his pupilless optics keeping their gaze on your plush bottom.

He stroked so deeply, so profoundly as he lost himself in the wet warmth of your insides. He couldn't get enough of the whole rendition.

Your moans and mewls were encouragement. Rippling bruised cheeks from his spankings fueled him harder.

He was close again, stomach tingling and balls tensing. The thoughts of spilling into you again were what he needed to grip so tightly he bruised your skin.

His perfectly straightened teeth ground against each other as they felt his stomach start to contract and tense.

"I'm going to c*m again and this time you'll listen to me right?" He didn't wait for an answer as he spoke again. "Be the little vixen you are and suck it all from me. Hold it in as if your life depends on it."

At the moment he mostly meant that last part.

By now you most definitely couldn't produce any words. Your throat was raw from moaning and ached from the dryness of your esophagus.

(e/c) optics rolled back into your head, eyelids barely able to keep open as your husband swelled inside of you once again.

His c*ck was felt twitching inside your clenching walls, molded around him in a tight hold that was constraining.

You were eager to feel the sensation of his seed filling into your womb and Illumi was just as impatient to give you what you wanted.

The man's hips jerked upwards, the tip of his member kissing your cervix as his body finally released and he was met with his climax.

He inhaled audibly, grunting aloud and calling out your name in an almost desperate plea.

Warm spurts of his c*m sprayed from his tip into your womb that amassed all of it greedily. They were thick, painting your insides white with his slow lascivious thrust.

Your belly felt full, heavy even as the comforting feeling drove through every nerve in your body and numbed your brain.

He continued to roll his member inside, making sure every last drop was drained from his firm balls before finally, he allowed himself to still and plug his seed.

Almost frantically he captured your lips again while surrounding your torso with his long muscular arms.

Illumi held you tightly to his chest, desperately attempting to be closer to you both physically and spiritually. No matter how much he could press your body against his it never felt enough.

"I love you." He murmured in your ear, placing much softer smooches below your ear. "I must apologize if I went too far.

You shook your head blissfully and weekly rested a hand atop his head. "I love you too. And I don't think I require an apology tonight, my husband."

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

𝐌𝐚𝐦𝐚 signing out

#Anime F*cking Lemons #AFL #P*rn with Plot #PWP #hunter x hunter #anime and manga #Anime #Manga #illumi zoldyck #illumi x you #illumi smut #hisoka morow #hxh hisoka #Illumi Zoldyck x reader #killua hunter x hunter #oneshot #x reader #imagine #lemon #smut #y/n #hunter x hunter x reader #killua zoldyck

[animesmutandpurefilth]

Hisoka/reader pet play

Warnings: dom/sub,pet play,master/pet,

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Hisoka stood at the doorway to the little ‘play-room’ he and his lover had set up, his golden eyes narrowed slightly. He and his cute little lover, (Y/n), had been together for about nine odd years and have 'played’ like this for seven years. It went without saying that they were both well-versed in what either one enjoyed and didn’t enjoy.

“(Y/n)~ come here, my pet.”

The (h/c) woman walked over, her collar jingling with each step towards her lover. The sound made a wide and sinister smile pull at Hisoka’s lips, knowing that the collar showed his ownership over her and her willingness to submit to him.

“Yes, Hisoka?”

“I think you mean, 'yes, master’.”

He gripped at her collar, tugging her towards him with a grin as he got a rather lovely view down the front of her shirt.

(Y/n) swallowed harshly, a warm heat already taking over her core. She knew that her lover had one hell of a libido, and she knew what it meant the moment he had her address him as 'master’.

“Ye-yes, master?”

“You’ve been bad, pet. I need to teach you a lesson.”

Hisoka let out a low chuckle in his throat, sending a shiver down his lover’s spine. With one tug on her collar, the two entered the room, door locking behind them.

Hisoka tugged his cute pet to the center of the room, clipping a chain leash onto the ring of her collar and tying a blindfold over her (e/c) eyes. When he was satisfied that neither would come off, he went and sat on his 'throne’ holding the end of the leash in one hand.

“Strip, slowly.”

(Y/n) quickly complied, reaching down and unbuttoning her shirt, allowing it to fall open and hang from her form as she slowly slid down her pants. Hisoka let out a deep growl of pleasure as he watched her hands trail over her (s/c) flesh, slowly palming at his now revealed length.

“No panties? And absolutely dripping… My, you are a naughty little pet.”

A blush flamed at (y/n)’s cheeks as she continued the slow strip show, feeling Hisoka’s heated gaze on her form. As the last article of clothing fell from her form, she stood waiting for her next instruction, blindly facing the 'throne’ where her lover sat. A quick tug of the leash had (y/n) on all fours, seated back against the soft carpet beneath her.

“Come here, (y/n)~ you deserve a treat.”

(Y/n) hesitantly followed the length of the chain to where Hisoka sat, remaining on all fours as he approached him. She sat between his open knees, knowing that she was not to do anything she was not told.

“Good girl. Now, open your mouth~”

A soft whimper left her lips as she let her mouth open, allowing Hisoka to guide her head to where he wanted her. He let out a deep moan as he forced his length into her open mouth, tilting his head back with a wide grin.

“Go on. Enjoy your treat.”

With a soft hum, (y/n) began moving her head up and down on his length, taking in as much as she could. She knew if he didn’t think she did a good enough job, he would punish her.

Hisoka on the other hand, let out loud and unashamed moans, gripping (y/n)’s hair and bucking his hips, making her take him deeper. His voice was husky with pleasure and his eyes were staring at the spectacle before him.

“Hm~ you eat my cock so cutely, pet. Do I taste that good? Seems like it with you eager you are. Go ahead, suck me dry~”

Letting out a low hum, (y/n) doubled her efforts to please him, working to make him cum. This he did without any warning, holding her head down on him as he released into her throat, growling deeply in pleasure. (Y/n) did her best to swallow down his seed, trying desperately to keep all of it in her mouth. A small amount dribbled down her chin, enough to make Hisoka growl in disapproval.

“Tch, that’s a waste of my milk.”

He stood up sharply and (y/n) cowered back, knowing something like this was bound to happen. That’s just how Hisoka was. He led her over to the many harnesses, chains, and ropes they frequently used.

“Now sit still, or I’ll give you even more punishments.”

(Y/n) sat still as Hisoka began to secure the bindings.

(Y/n) always knew she could use the safe word they established in case things went too far, but she rarely ever needed to use it. Hisoka knew her limits and she knew his. They had been doing this for a while now, and always talked about things to ensure both were comfortable.

Once the binds were secure and the chains were attached, Hisoka grinned at his work. His pet hung from the chains that attached to her bindings, arms secured behind her back, legs held open by the knees. She looked so damn good like that, dripping wet for him and practically whining in anticipation.

“Mmm… Don’t mind if I help myself~”

His tongue ran over his lips as he approached, going to his knees between her soft legs. Barely a moment had passed before he set to work, licking at her heat and holding her against his mouth by the hips. He couldn’t get enough of that sweet taste that filled his senses and drove him near insane. All that was on his mind now was to get as much of that sweet nectar as he could.

(Y/n) twitched and cried in pure bliss at the onslaught of pleasure, mouth agape and gasping for air. Hisoka was skilled with his tongue and refused to let up, even when (y/n) reached her climax. This went on long enough that (y/n) was almost delirious with pleasure, tears streaming from her covered eyes and chest heaving.

Hisoka finally pulled back, licking his soaked lips with a wide grin.

“So delicious~ now, it’s time for your punishment.”

“Tha-that was-wasn’t it?

She could barely form coherent words to respond as she looked down at her lover, seeing him pull off his clothes and reveal his amazing figure.

"Of course not, pet~ that was just the appetizer. I’m ready for the main course~”

With a sharp snap of his hips, Hisoka buried himself in (y/n)’s awaiting heat, letting out a deep moan of bliss. He mercifully gave her a moment to adjust to his size, knowing that he pushed her rather far with his teasing.

Starting out at a slow pace, Hisoka began to move his hips, hissing in pleasure as he did so.

“Damn, all that teasing made you so tight!”

He began to move faster, the jingling of (y/n)’s collar spurring him on as he pounded wildly into her. The noise of her collar only driving his need to sink into her even more, to claim what was already his. (Y/n) cried out harshly with each snap of Hisoka’s hips, mewling and thrashing with every small movement.

Hisoka could tell she was getting close and he was determined to finish with her. He began slamming into her with reckless abandon, chasing the high he so desperately desired. Fire practically raced through his veins as he slammed into her once more, hearing her scream out harshly enough to make her voice give out, releasing deep inside of her at the same time.

He took a moment to get his breathing under control, slowly looking up to gaze at his lover. To his surprise, she was completely limp and unconscious.

“Guess I have to wait for you to wake up for round two~”

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[narrators-journal]

How does one delete an ask cuz that’s so embarrassing for me bru😭 MY BAD I didn’t see the ship thing, can you do Illumi/Hisoka car sex THANK YOU and sorry for my dumbass ask ‼️

This is one of the reasons I like kinktober. It gives me fun practice, and I get to write for characters I’m not super experienced with anymore! So, while I don’t ship Hisollumi or am very into hunter x hunter anymore, I still had some fun writing this! I appreciate any ask, so don’t feel bad for making a mistake! and I hope you enjoy this little scenario, I tried to keep them in character lol

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CW: An attempt at car sex lol, Illumi's a bit of an asshole

Even to those looking at Illumi’s SUV, it was evident what the assassin was doing. And that was assuming they couldn’t hear Hisoka’s raunchy, porn-volume moaning in the dark parking lot.

But, the assassin wasn’t really bothered with what a passerby saw, or the pink-haired maniac’s noises. The windows were tinted, after all, and he’d made sure that the shadow-filled parking lot they’d settled on for his ‘half of the deal’ was secluded enough that the long haired assassin wouldn’t get caught. So, he let Hisoka yowl like a cat in heat if it got him off faster.

Only focusing on pounding him into the headrest of the pushed back seat. Keeping him in place with a firm hold on his hips, mostly to stop the clown from moving his hips when Illumi didn’t want him to, but also to keep himself from losing balance as the car swayed. “You’re so good at this, Illumi,” the disheveled murderer chuckled breathlessly, moaning loudly to emphasize his point before adding, “We should...do this again sometime~” “No.” Was the simple answer the deadpan assassin gave, adjusting his angle to thrust deeper into Hisoka. Washing away any further attempts to talk. Clawing into the tall man’s hips as he internally pushed down the zip of his own excitement that threatened to mix into his blood.

This is just part of a deal. A payment for help given. Illumi reminded himself, stomping out each and every zing of lust that Hisoka’s loud moans, or the friction of his movements gave. Hisoka is a handsome man, but I refuse to entertain anything anywhere near ‘romantic’ about him. I only enjoy this on a purely stimulation level. Yet, the sight of Hisoka’s colorful hair fallen out of it’s usual, slicked-back style, and seeing the way he clawed into the seat back he laid on undoubtedly tempted the assassin. And, seeing how his body shuddered and squirmed in desperation for more under him, was...Annoying attractive..

However, that thought was waved off. The ebony-haired man had to focus on what he was doing, not what he felt. Feelings were nothing but a hinderance, after all, and this ellicit meet up was a one time thing. I am a Zoldyck, I’ve had sex for favors before. This is nothing but to get Hisoka off my ass. Illumi reiterated to himself, taking a steadying breath when he realized his head was beginning to swim. But, that did little to entirely vanquish the lewd thrill Illumi got from the friction he got from each harsh thrust into the perverted clown’s ass, and the sight of the scars covering Hisoka’s strong back. Revealed when he’d tossed his clothes ahead of them into the trunk area of the car.

The mixture of stimulation couldn’t be denied, at least. Drawing out a few small moans from the assassin when the blissful warmth managed to get to his head. The thrill of sneaking around for this meet up and the sight of a pretty man moaning and whining from the pleasure his harsh thrusts gave slipping out of his hold until his thrusts grew more frantic and uncoordinated. The pleasure slowly seeping through the cold man’s emotionless mask despite his best attempts to quell the swirl of heat under his skin. Only to lose the fight and stutter to a halt buried in Hisoka. Grunting slightly as the pleasure he’d been ignoring washed over him entirely. Soon followed by the pink-haired man’s own dramatic moan at his own climax before a peaceful few moments of silence passed between them. The car stilled, nothing in the air but the scent of sex and the sounds of the duo recollecting themselves. “Well...that was fun.” The clown breathed, grinning back at Illumi as the ebony-haired assassin pulled out of him to clean himself up. “Please get out of my car.” Was the sterile response he got, all signs of lust in the depths of the Zoldyck’s bottomless eyes instantly gone. “How cold!” Hisoka whined, rolling over with a show of his flexibility to lay dramatically on his back atop the pushed-down car seat, making the assassin roll his dark eyes. “I kept my half of our deal, get dressed and get out.” He reiterated, getting a responding eye roll as he moved over in the back seat to pull his pants up.

Getting the message that the fun was over, the clown sat up and found his clothing in the trunk area of the SUV, while Illumi bottled up any stray feelings that escaped his control. They still lingered in the air as his companion got out and fixed the seat while the assassin climbed back into the driver's seat to go home. However, Hisoka did stop him from shutting the door long enough to say in a playful sort of pout, just to mess with the dead-eyed man “How can you be so cold after such a passionate moment? Do you hate me that much?” “I don’t hate you,” Illumi said calmly, “But I held up my end of the bargain, that was it.” The assassin pointed out, making the clown snort, “Ouch, Illumi. Ouch.”

With that, Illumi pulled his door shut and started the car. Leaving Hisoka in the secluded parking lot with barely a glance back to indulge the feelings the murderer had stirred up.

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[crusty-chronicles]

is there any chance you could add killua for the airheaded but strong s/o headcanons? If not, then no worries, I just love how you write them!

Yeah, I don't mind but it's gonna be platonic because I'm a little iffy about writing for him romantically. He's just a boy 🥺🥺🥺 This is mostly a crack fic.

BONUS AIRHEADED S/O HEADCANNONS: Killua (HxH)

Honestly tried to kill you at one point

Oh you're strong huh?

Then proceeds to hit you with everything he's got, only to see that it hardly affected you. (Kinda like the way he first treated Zushi)

After that he's petty, but impressed.

Congratulations 🎉🎉🎉 You've earned his respect 🥳🥳🥳

You're basically Gon 2.0

And he hates it

Cannot take you two anywhere

"We should break the lock to get in." Gon suggested.

"Are you stupid?" You scoffed.

"What's the point of having a door if you're just gonna break it?"

And Killua is momentarily at peace that at least one of you has some sense. Until you open your mouth again.

"Obviously we should smash open a window."

And Gon is nodding along enthusiastically

"You're right! What would we do without you 🤩"

And Killua is just 😮‍💨.

He is the parent of the group and I will die on this hill

If Gon's the sun, you're a nuke

He's constantly dragging you away from Hisoka

Nope. Not today

Why do you insist on talking to strangers.

No scratch that.

Why do you insist on talking to creepy strangers????

It gives him a massive headache everytime you almost get abducted.

Honestly thought about putting a tracker on you to avoid this happening.

But then he remembers you're practically indestructible so he drops it.

Is afraid Illumi will come for you and hurt you.

He was never allowed to have friends, and after Illumi threatened you and Gon at the Hunter Exam, he's very protective.

But then he remembers something you said after Greed Island.

"The three of us are all gonna become the best of the best. We're gonna get all wrinkly and old together and still kick butt!!! We're gonna stick together no matter what!"

And it temporarily quells the fear of his brother.

It makes him look forward to that outcome and gives him something to fight a little harder for.

When it comes to fighting, he does get a little envious of how you and Gon just rush in without thinking.

And how you always manage to win despite the circumstance.

But he never feels left behind because of it.

Like with Gon, he won't baby you, just call you an idiot and move on.

You fell?

Get up loser.

You can't read?

Find somebody else to translate. Or he'll make you do it and be laughing nonstop while you struggle to pronounce the word "Apple"

"Gon what color's an orange?"

"An orange is the same color as it's name. Just like a lemon."

Please somebody take you two back to first grade.

Killua is begging.

Even though he won't baby you, he'll rush as fast as he can if you're in actual danger.

You got caught by the phantom troupe?

"Are you completely brain dead!?!!? Where are you!?!?"

Now he regrets not putting a tracker on you.

"This nice clown man gave me candy and told me to follow him." You tell him over CALL.

"HISOOKAAAAA!!!!"

He is screaming and panicking.

You trespassed into the mountains his family lives to see him.

"WHY???? DON'T YOU KNOW ABOUT MIKE!?!?"

And when he gets there he sees you rubbing the monstrous canine's tummy. Petting him and calling him a "Good Boy."

Names he has called you out of spite: Idiot, Moron, Dummy, Psycho, Airhead, Ditz, and probably Pea Brain

On the bright side, you are Alluka's favorite person.

"Give me your ribs."

"Oh, are you hungry? Let's see if we can't find you a smokehouse for those ribs."

And it baffles both souls so much that Nanika accepts that as fulfilling her command.

Plus you have endless amounts of energy that works to drain both girls out. Even when they've both already swapped twice.

Killua designates you her official babysitter when he's busy.

You are a complete lunatic and moron, but you're one of the people he trusts the most.

Even if he does complain about you a lot.

MASTERLIST

#killua x reader #hxh x reader #hunter x hunter x y/n #hxh killua #killua zoldyck #hunter x hunter #airhead s/o #stronk s/o #crack fic #x reader #x y/n #platonic

[admrlthundrbolt]

Masterlist

Stranger Things

Straight Through The Heart (Eddie Munson x Chubby Reader)

Jojo's Bizzare Adventure

The Most Beautiful Girl In The World (Okuyasu x Chubby Reader)

One Way Or Another (Selkie N'Doul x Chubby Reader

Voices In My Head (Secco x Chubby Reader)

How Did You Love (Polnareff x Chubby Reader)

Heal The Pain (Dragon Wamuu x Chubby Reader)

Black Magic Woman (Werewolf Santana x Chubby Reader)

Evil Walks (Poltergeist Esidisi x Chubby Reader)

Resident Alien

Warm Heart Pastry (Harry x Chubby Reader)

One-Punch Man

Love is a Battlefield (Garou x Chubby Reader)

Holding Out For A Hero (Mumen Rider x Chubby Reader)

Elevate (King x Chubby Reader)

Bullet Train

Apple Blossom (Lemon x Chubby Reader x Tangerine)

Resident Evil

Your Love Could Start a War (Lady Dimitrescu x Cubby Reader)

Encanto

Dance Macabre (Bruno x Chubby Reader)

Harley Quinn

Have Faith In Me (Bane x Chubby Reader)

Overwatch

You Dropped A Bomb On Me (Junkrat x Chubby Reader)

The Road to El Dorado

I Put A Spell On You (Tzekel-Kan x Chubby Reader)

Camp Camp

Perfect World (David x Cubby Reader)

Spider-Man

Ashes (Norman Osborn x Chubby Reader)

Emperor's New Clothes (Doc Ock x Chubby Reader)

Firefly

Wait A Minute My Girl (Jayne x Chubby Reader)

Scream

You Spin Me Round (Billy x Chubby Reader x Stu)

Naruto

Sweet Tooth (Iruka x Chubby Reader)

Batman

Leather and Lace (Killer Croc x Chubby Reader)

Friday the 13th

Die To Live (Jason Vorhees x Chubby Reader)

Hunter X Hunter

Do It All The Time (Hisoka x Chubby Reader x Illumi)

Drag Me Down(Minotaur Uvogin x Chubby Reader)

Guardians of the Galaxy

Edge Of Midnight (Nebula x Chubby Reader)

What We Do in the Shadows

Under The Graveyard (Petyr x Chubby Reader)

Alone Together (Nandor the Relentless x Chubby Reader)

Inglorious Bastards

Some Nights (Hugo Stiglitz x Chubby Reader)

Halloween

Popular Monster (Demon Michael Myers x Chubby Reader)

Pokemon

Electric Love (Guzma x Chubby Reader)

Arcane

Reckless Paradise (Silco x Chubby Reader)

Terminator

One Of Those Days (Sarah Conner x Chubby Reader)

Mad Max

Radioactive (Furiosa x Chubby Reader)

Mario Bros

Love From The Other Side (Bowser x Chubby Reader)

#masterlist #oneshots #chubby reader #wip

[cherrywhipped]

Hunter x Hunter character scent hcs 🌬️

This is kinda for laughs but also I tried to make it reasonable, hope you enjoy♡

XX Gon: maple syrup or a chuck-e-cheese playhouse. no in between

XX Killua: some fresh expensive laundry smell 🙄 (gain fireworks beads), or sweat + campfire/burning smoke⚡️

XX Kurapika: faint pine needles & vanilla (😀??) hard to tell but whatever it is always smells the strongest right below his ear towards the back of his neck kiss

XX Leorio: hot cologne I just KNOW bro smells MMMM (more specifically maybe a mahogany teakwood type of delicious 👏)

XX Kite: my beloved. His smell is so comforting, it’s like wrapping yourself up in a blanket of honeysuckle and dewy grass.

XX Morel: yes obvi smoke but tbh… a hot whiff of that rich & refreshing incense smell that makes your head all cloudy 😵‍💫 [China rain, anyone?]

XX Knov: defeat. Probably wouldn’t have a defining smell, maybe something really light like mint

XX Knuckle: manly, gotta be like sweat and old spice deodorant 🔥

XX Shoot: absolutely nothing. It is bizarre how scentless he is

XX Palm: an unsettling dark berry candle

XX Biscuit: marshmallow fluff

XX Melody: smells like a friend. A friend that smells of citrus fruit.

XX Illumi: I bet he smells intoxicating but it’s eerie, similar to how some people like to sniff gasoline. This is so specific but y’know the heat residue smell when you flat iron your hair or iron clothes? That plus a deep forest musk or red wine note idk it smells good but gives u the creeps

XX Hisoka: I can’t imagine him not smelling like blood or at least somewhat metallic underneath. But he covers it up with some flower bomb type of perfume 💀

XX Chrollo: god he smells sexy. Sandalwood, rose water, maybe some vanilla bean or cinnamon or other deep spice in there? It’s the perfect blend of sexy musk and spicy with a little sweet on top. scent will put u on ur knees

XX Feitan: straight up smells like Hot Topic. musky & musty <3

XX Nobunaga: smells cool tbh, reminiscent of stormy weather, or how hot asphalt smells when it starts pouring rain (I rlly like that smell)

XX Machi: very clean like white tea, lemon, or lavender. You have to be super close to her to actually catch a whiff

XX Uvo: weird. Not good or bad necessarily, just the combo he has going on isn’t working with him like ginger or black pepper and salty ocean body wash

XX Shalnark: kinda basic but at least it isn’t bad, smells like clean linen tbh

XX Paku: a refined, strong scent. Amber or black cherry balsamic vinegar (trust me) something unique and a lil sensual

XX Phinks: icyhot. The icy hot muscle pain reliever stuff. (Peppermint, menthol) and honestly… it smells pretty good

XX Shizuku: grape jelly. That’s it. Idk how she smells like she spilled the whole jar on herself every day but somehow she does.

XX Ging: ……… literally dust. I feel like he smells like whatever the hell he was around that day, (a swamp, animals, fish, the sewer 🗿) never smells the same two days in a row, even his sweat smell doesn’t repeat 😖

XX Pariston: Irish spring soap bc the best liars and manipulators I knew always used that shit LMAO but yeah pariston would smell clean + good as to not offend any nostrils unlike ging

#hxh headcanons #hunter x hunter #hunter x reader #hxh x you #leorio headcanons #kurapika headcanons #shalnark hcs #kite hunter x hunter #hxh kite hcs #hunter x hunter hcs #feitan headcanons #phantom troupe headcanons #hxh knuckle hcs #hxh knuckle and shoot #hxh knov #hxh morel #illumi headcanons #chrollo headcanons

[tangsakura]

The Hisoka Cafe Menu [Translation]

Food Menu

Gon's Genovese Pasta - $9.80 USD

Killua's Cheeseburger Plate - $9.80 USD

Kurapika's Sandwich Plate - $9.80 USD

Leorio's Chicken Curry (the design is too Hisoka........) - $9.80

Dessert Menu [From Left to Right]

Texture Surprise [Flimsy Lies] - $6.79 USD

Magician's Pancake - $6.79 USD

Caption: When you put maple syrup in cotton candy.......?

Bungee Gum [Elastic Love] - $6.79 USD

Caption: Streeetchy

Drink Menu [From Left to Right]

Gon's Hearty Kiwi Lemon Squash - $4.90 USD

(By hearty, it means full or lots of ingredients (具だくさん) - I feel like they chose this because of the word, 'hearty')

Killua's Purple Sweet Potato Latte w/ Lots of Milk - $4.90 USD

Kurapika's Drink w/ Red Jelly - $4.90 USD

[Hot] Leorio's Healthy Tea Set - $4.90 USD

(The Leorio-related dishes's red diamond and overall design..... this is getting sus)

Hisoka's Mysterious Drink (Looks cool, ngl) - $4.90 USD

Caption: When you put in syrup.......?

[Hot] Hisoka's Whimsy Cappuccino - $4.90 USD

*Please inquire with the staff about today's flavour. Photo Caption: Three types of random designs

Hisoka's Deliciously Ripened Apple Juice - $5.28 USD

(Hisoka, it's an apple juice. No need for fancy cringe names >_<)

I wonder what the menu for Illumi, Machi and Chrollo would have been like........ I wish they included one for each of them but oh well xD

#hxh #hunter x hunter #hisoka #hisoka morow #hisoka morrow #hisoka cafe #ヒソカフェ #hisoka x reader #gon freecs #killua #killua zoldyck #kurapika #kurapika kurta #leorio paladiknight #leorio #hxh hisoka #hxh gon #gon #hxh kurapika #hxh leorio #anime cafe #hunterxhunter manga #hunterxhunter #hxh manga

[moonlight404-translates]

A3! Blog - September 18th Hisoka Mikage

A New Cocktail for the Menu 

I’m Hisoka Mikage from the Winter Troupe. 

Recently, the number of regular customers in Guy’s shop has grown. Guy seems to have fun talking with the customers. 

That reminds me he was thinking about a new cocktail for the menu not long ago and got some ideas from people in the troupe. Some ideas were a sweet flavour drink, a refreshing drink… made with lemon… made with sweet cherry… putting them all together looks hard.  

It felt like a very Guy thing to accept everyone’s suggestions and say he’ll use them in some prototypes trying to meet their wishes. 

He said he would let me try it when he finishes it with a portion of marshmallows, so I’m looking forward to it.

I don’t know when he will do the prototype, but since they mentioned the winter troupe play preparations will start soon, we might be able to try it… after we end the performances.

I can’t imagine what will the next play be like, but I will do my best. So please look forward to it.

#a3! translation #hisoka mikage #a3! #a3! hisoka #a3! blog post translation #a3! winter troupe 10th play

[white-poppie]

Serenade my Senses

Synopsis: How I think different characters smell like Fandoms: Hunter x Hunter, Death Note, HAIKYU!!, Jujutsu Kaisen, Tokyo Revengers

A/n: The amount of research I had to do for this fic...

⁺ 𓋼𓍊 Earthy. 🌿 

They smell earthy. Just like their warm and inviting demeanour; their fragrance is sensual, rich, elegant, timeless and grounded. Bathed in pine. Like the aroma of aftershave and shaving foams, soft and creamy. It gives a mature and domestic vibe like sweet moments spent with your family. Their signature has a faint essence of myrrh and sandalwood swirling around, the first image that comes to your mind is that of wood smoke, cedar sap, and burning leaves.

🌱 Light, DAICHI, Akaashi, Kita, USHIJIMA, DRAKEN, Inupi, Nanami, Illumi

. ⁺ Condimental ｡ ⚔️

They smell exotic. Intoxicated and thrilling. It reminds you of an heir of an exotic country, away from the world. They remind you of satisfaction through messed-up goals and no care in the world. Just chasing the high of life. Their signature is aromatic in the sense of sprinkle of saffron, nutmeg and the finest of spices to exist. Leather, hookah and Tobacco; reek of adventure and authority. It's challenging and makes you scrunch your nose in intimidation and delight.

🦂 BAJI, Izana, Tendou, TERUSHIMA, Kyotani, Hisoka,

⁎ .࿓ Bouge ۫💳

They smell rich, of crisp dollars and metallic collectables. They smell of power, comfort and luxury. Like a bronze statue and old whiskey; daring and audacious. Their signature is a warm blend of Jasmine and imported whiskey, lingering with notes of brown sugar and patchouli. It's seductive and intoxicating in the sense that makes your mouth salivate.

⚜️ KOKONOI, Kisaki, Senju, TAKEOMI LEV, Rindou, CHROLLO, Megumi

‧₊˚ Saccharine. ☁️ ⋆

They smell incredibly sweet. Like freshly washed sheets on a summer afternoon, the scent envelops you into sleep, embracing you in its hold. The kind of scent that makes you want to bury your face in their clothes. It's tamed like freshly baked cookies and new books. Their signature scent holds the essence of vanilla, cherry blossom, amber and caramel. Like an intimate moment shared through fleeting time.

🍡 L, Near, KURAPIKA, Kite, Kenma, Osamu, SUGAWARA, Shinichiro, MITSUYA, Yuji, YUUTA, TOGE

꙳ Floral ₊﹒🥀

They smell of flowers. Like going cycling in a park, picking up pretty flowers and tucking it behind your ears. Like dusting your clothes when they are dirt-laden, only for you to get a whiff or a tangy and sharp scent only to realize it's not all soft-- it holds the value of walking through a musty wine cellar over a rose garden.

Their signature plays around with bright hits of lemon and raspberry tempering the flowery magnolia and violet notes.

🪷 CHIFUYU, KAZUTORA, Wakasa, BOKUTO, Nishinoya, Pakunoda, Leorio, GETOU, Junpei

˚ ⁎ ◜ Musk ▚ 🥃

They smell incredibly strong and masculine. Similar to Bouge, but much harsher. While bouge reeks of stability, Musk reeks of insanity, cigarettes, lipstick stains and bite marks. It is frenzy-like continental, but much wilder, brazen and savage. It reminds you of prestigious auctions yet at the same time of underground fighting rinks.

They stink of cigar blunts, faux leather, concentrated whiskey and gasoline with main notes of mint and cumin. It's the scent that makes your eyes roll to the back of your head in delight.

🏍 KUROO, SUNA, ATSUMU, Ukai, HANMA, TAIJU, RAN, SANZU TOJI, GOJO

♠︎ 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜 

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[kiame-sama]

Heyyy I love your fics!! Also do you have the link to the first part of Web of desire I can’t seem to find it.

#kiame-sama #yandere #x reader #yandere x reader #reader insert #tw yandere #yandere chrollo #hxh yandere #yandere hisoka #yandere hxh #web of desire hxh

[thegrinchwhostolechristmas]

Introduction to my Tumblr page??

This feels so awkward. I don't know why..

Okay anyway.

Hi, I'm Alex and this is the first introduction to any social media account I've ever made so sorry if it's not good.

I will just start off by explaining the image.

In the top left corner is what kind of music I like. I didn't want it to fill up too much so what I have on there right now is Mitski, Korn, The Cure, and The Misfits. But besides those four bands, I also like Mindless Self Indulgence, The Cure, System of A Down, The Garden, Creature Feature, Xasthur, My Chemical Romance, Deftones, Alien Sex Fiend, The Naked And The Dead, Aurelio Voltaire, Will Wood, Will Wood and the Tapeworms, Jack Conte, Lemon Demon, Queen, Birds Fear Death, Ghost, Melanie Martinez, Ramones, Pixies, TV Girl, Puzzle, Skinny Puppy, Oingo Boingo, and Soft Cell. Those are most of the Artists I listen to that I like four or more songs from.

Below the picture of music artists I like, there are three games I like to play. Like a Dino!, Nyan Cat: Lost in space, and Pastel Friends. I think I can say Like a Dino! is a music based game, and it almost reminds me of Magic Tiles 3, a game I used to play when I was younger. Nyan Cat also has music but a lot of meowing in it. I like Nyan Cat because of the sound effects and I personally find it a fun game. I also like how you can customize your cat. Pastel Friends is just a basic dress up game. I love dress up games where I get to create little characters. I don't know why, but it probably ties into how I used to be a cringy gacha kid when I was younger, but who the hell knows 🤷 It's fun and I think it's cute. But besides those three games I also like to play Fun Run 3, Geometry Lite, Geometry Dash, SubZero, Doki Doki Literature Club, Baldi's Basics, Custom Cast, Goat Simulator, Minecraft, and Gacha Life 2. Gacha Life 2 is only to dress up and make cute characters again, I promise I do not participate in any Gacha Heat 😞🙏

Below the games there are three movies. Pirates of the Caribbean 1: The Curse of the Black Pearl, Pirates of the Caribbean 2: Dead Man's Chest, and Pirates of the Caribbean 3: At World's End. POTC 3 is my ultimate favorite though. My favorite character is Hector Barbossa and he is just such a good character in my opinion! I do not wanna say too much because I'm afraid I might spoil something, but he owns a monkey named Jack and I remember a specific scene at the end of one of the movies Hector is seen baby talking Jack (not Sparrow).

On the right side of the movies, there is an anime I really liked and have for four years. HunterxHunter!!! I love it so much I have no idea why. Like I hate so many of the characters, like that stupid clown Hisoka, and there's also the bald lemon head looking bald grandpa in the Zoldyck family, but it's not Zeno. But besides that, I find it a nice anime.

On top of HunterxHunter, there's two people I made in Pastel Friends. Me on the left and my girlfriend on the right. I will not say her name for her own sake but she is the best and I'd do anything for her. We were friends for a year before we got into a relationship and she's the most perfect person I've ever met.

On top of my girlfriend and I is Illumi Zoldyck. There is not much to say. I just like him :P

And on top of Illumi, there is the unlabeled flag. I hope its not outdated, I kind of rushed making this whole thing. But I do not have any labels on my gender/sexuality. I am not cis, demi-boy, demi-girl not hetero, bisexual, pansexual, I am just me and prefer the pronouns he/him or they/them. But it is completely cool if you go by any of the sexual orientations/genders I just listed!! 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈🌈🌈🏳️‍🌈 bwyafypdh

I think I explained everything on the image, now I will tell you other things

My favorite drink is eggnog, my favorite foods are probably steamed vegetables, my favorite candy is suckers, my favorite dinosaur is the Spinosaurus, my favorite colors are red and sometimes green.

Likes: Candles, things that smell good, writing, reading, poetry, winter, the cold, caffeine, pirates, dinosaurs, language from the 1500's, music, the grinch, lipgloss, socks, cool mugs, sketching, mini dioramas

Dislikes: Being too warm, MY HANDS BEING STICKY, naps, breaking my elbow, cracking my knuckles and feeling pain, mean teachers

I have a basic DNI list

My favorite book is also The Timekeeper by Rob Kidd!

#mitski #korn #the cure #the smiths #the misfits #soad #xasthur #mcr #deftones #msi #mindless self indulgence #alien sex fiend #introduction #hunter x hunter #i hope i did this right #omg #gourmet lolipops are so good

[narrators-journal]

Sexual healing

I hope this has enough spanking in it, I’m never too sure how to make spanking HOT enough lol. I at least had a fun time writing it? I know it’s not particularly LOVING, but tbh I always got the vibe from Machi that she was a lesbian, so I mayyyy have made a colder bitch than Illumi lmao. Other than that, just another Ao3 ask!

Kinktober prompt list: Here

Kinktober Masterlist: Here

CW: Spanking, Hisoka gets pegged, handcuffs are included. I may not have focused on the prompt, but it is spicy regardless!

Feitan and Uvogin? Healed. Dinner? Had. The members of the phantom troupe? Accounted for, and in one piece. All around, Machi Komacine considered her night free to herself. After all, her usual thorns in the side were either drunkenly passed out, or dealt with after that day’s mission. Plus! Hisoka Morrow, the painted, colorful bastard, wasn’t included in this job! She was free of him and his mind games.

So, taking down her light pink hair from its usual fluffy ponytail, Machi slipped into her sleeping bag, letting out a content sigh when the blissful comfort of a mattress seemed to turn her bones into jelly. After so long af sleeping in abandoned buildings or stolen cars, the healer didn’t care about the creaky, cheap mattress. It was a mattress.

Yet, an early bedtime wasn’t in the cards. Judging from the sickly familiar pattern of knocks at her door. Grimacing, the healer rolled over so that her back was to the door. Firmly ignoring it, only for the bastard to sing, “Macha~ Be a dear and let me in~”

So, with a mix of a sigh and a groan, Machi unzipped her sleeping bag and basically threw herself from the cheap hotel bed to stomp over and rip the door nearly off the hinges. “What the fuck do you want, Morrow? Why are you even here?” She spat, sapphire eyes narrowing darkly as she glared into those snake-yellow, smug eyes staring down at her. “I missed you! So, I came to find you.” Was the sappy response Hisoka gave, batting his lashes at her, jesus christ she’d kill for lashes that thick, and playing sweet. But, the sugar made Machi’s stomach churn. “Fuck off.” she spat again, trying to slam the door in the clown’s face. However, he was quicker, and got his foot in the door before she could entirely shut him out. ”Oh come on, Machi! Let me in, I’ll make my visit quick.” He promised, unbothered by the woman throwing her weight into the door to try and force his foot out of the way. Until, finally, she gave another groan and just caved, going back to the bed to pack up her sleeping bag. And, when she turned around, sure enough, the tall psychopath had followed her in.

The silence of his movements brought a shudder, but the healer bottled it up, knowing that any sign of how much Hisoka scared her would draw out whatever game he wanted to play, or demand he had for her. So, she turned her attention to tying her long hair back into its usual style. “Alright. What do you need sewn up.” She said coolly, ignoring how close he was to trapping her between the bed and his well-muscled body as she walked over to her duffle bag to dig out the pin cushion she kept her needles in. Making a conscious choice to crouch down instead of bend when she did. “Nothing,” He hummed, his syrupy tone dropped in favor of a more bored one. A glance over her shoulder revealing that the clown had gone from flirtatious, to more casual. Which, only meant one thing. “God damn it, Hisoka. Don’t you have a boytoy or something?! Some poor bitch you’ve baby trapped?” She snapped, standing up to glare at him again, her hands on her hips like an annoyed mother. Yet, her harsh tone didn’t seem to phase the pink-haired man, barely getting him to lift his yellow eyes from some mystery stain on his outfit. “No, everyone else is so boring. And Illumi said that if I try to bargain for sex a second time, he’d put a needle in my urethra.” He sighed, pouting at her like he wanted her sympathy for that.

Which, Machi did show. After all, while the phantom troupe were a ballsy pack of villains, even they were scared of crossing the Zoldyck family. And, personally, Illumi Zoldyck was Machi’s personal nightmare. With bottomless, soulless pits for eyes, suffocating nen that he used for a terrifying ability, and such a clinical, almost robotic personality, Machi would sooner face the devil than that man.

Though, on some level, maybe the devil was a far more likely encounter than people normally had. After all, he currently sat on her bed, giving her puppy dog eyes.

So, with a long sigh, Machi pinched the bridge of her nose, gritting her teeth in pure annoyance. “Fine. But I’m gagging you.” She told the tall man, getting a thousand watt smile that would’ve been charming if it was from anyone else. But, that aside, the healer simply turned back to her dufflebag to fish out some handcuffs, ball gag, and a vibrantly purple strap on that she kept for a more desirable partner.

By the time she turned back to Hisoka, he was already naked. His vest and pants were torn off as if he was some bachelorette stripper rather than a murderous psycho, but she didn’t bother questioning his speed or skill with stripping down. “Get on the bed. Face down, and put your hands out like usual.” she ordered, watching the scarred man eagerly climb onto the cheap, creaky bed, his ass already in the air. Machi coming over to cuff his wrists together once he was in position. “Open.” she added, a little perturbed by how readily Hisoka opened his mouth to let her put the thick rubber ball in his mouth and secure it around his head. Or, maybe it was the glitter of lust sparkling in his yellow eyes, either way, she didn’t know how to feel.

Regardless of that, though, she just went about the usual steps of their ‘hook ups’, as Hisoka called these meetings. Strolling down to the foot of the bed to kick off her sleep shorts and pull on the base of her sex toy, ensuring the silicone dildo was secure before moving to stand behind him, staring down at the round rump eagerly awaiting whatever she was going to do.

It wasn’t a surprise that Hisoka was so horny for whatever sex he could get, but it still somewhat annoyed the healer that he was so okay with being pegged, and, even after her setting such a firm rule on that being her only form of sexual contact with him, him asking for it.

"You really need to find someone else to 'scratch your itch'." Machi huffed, slapping the homicidal clown's ass, knowing well enough that he couldn't answer through the gag she'd tied in his mouth. "Like a prostitute."

Despite her complaints, though, the woman gave another slap to Hisoka's ass. At least enjoying the chance to cause the annoying bastard some pain for all of the healing he demands of her, and his general flirty pestering. If he got some sense of pleasure out of her strikes, that was up to him, but for her, the sight of the powerful man on his belly, handcuffed to the bed posts with a ball gag keeping him silent was more cathartic than arousing. But, if it kept him from dragging himself to her for free healing, she was willing to tolerate his sexual appetite.

So, she grabbed the bottle of lube and stroked a thin layer of it onto the pink silicone strap on she wore. Then, she simply lined herself up and pushed into Hisoka, thanking whatever god there was that he had been gagged when he let out a pornographic moan.

But, she ignored his theatrics and simply grabbed onto his hips when he pushed back against her and began moving. Tuning out each lustful noise and letting the pink-haired man push his ass back to meet her thrusts eagerly, only focusing on humping into him and pacing herself. After all, the last time she’d rushed one of their ‘hook up’, Hisoka had whined and purposely increased her work load to spite her. So, she made sure her thrusts alternated between slow, deep movements, and quicker ones.

Plunging the pink toy into Hisoka, clawing into his scarred skin, and sprinkling in a few harsh slaps to the meat of his ass, Machi still found no pleasure in her companion, but she did feel a small seed of pride and power sprout in her chest. After all, while Hisoka Morrow was far too annoying and deranged for her to consider dating him, he was still insanely powerful. He almost never stopped training and pushing himself, which the pink-haired woman would’ve respected far more if he wasn’t so...indescriminate with that drive. So, while she did hold a bit of respect for his fighting abilities, and maybe a little for his sadistic joy, there were simply too many factors for the woman to get more than an ego boost out of the sexual aspect of their meetings.

Finally pulling herself out of that rabbit hole, Machi let out a slow breath and focused back in on the man she had tied down on the hotel bed. Noting his dishevelled pink hair, sweat-beaded skin, and muffled, needy moans as she lifted her hand and landed another severe blow to his, surely sore by that point, ass again, getting a more emphatic moan in response. Which, she took as a good sign and switched to a faster pace. The mulling over of Hisoka’s ambiguous, confusing signals could be pushed off for the time being. For now, she focused on the joy she got out of leaving an angry patch of red on the scarred man’s ass as she fucked him.

#Hunter x hunter #Hisoka x Machi #hxh #kinktober #Kinktober 2023 #Hisoka Morrow #Machi #prompt #Ao3 ask #spicy #lemon #not sfw

[tutu-mcfumbersnazzel]

What I think some Hunter X Hunter character's hair would taste like (cw food)

Gon - kale

Killua - minty chewing gum

Kurapika - lemon gumdrops

Mr. Leorio - black coffee

Hisoka (derogatory) - obnoxiously sugary kid's bubble gum

Illumi - jasmine tea

Bisky <3 - strawberry lemonade

Chrollo- tapioca

#hunter x hunter #hxh #food cw #cw food #gon freecss #kilua zoldyck #kurapika kurta #leorio paladiknight #hisoka morow #illumi zoldyck #biscuit krueger #chrollo lucilfer #i made this instead of sleeping 💀💀💀 #hxh x reader #i guess #shitpost #/hj

[isekai-crow]

Solo Leveling - World Premiere

How hype am I for this show?

I dropped $300 for an overnight trip to Tokyo to go to the World Premiere when I won tickets!~~

It wasn't anything super fancy or special, the tickets themselves were only 2000 yen / $20, but I considered it serendipity that I won tickets when I never win shit! (Capybara has a God Hand Of Luck and I have him do all my gachapon pulls for me to get what I want. He got me this Hisoka figure at the movie theater.) And it was worth the shinkansen ticket!

The World Premiere for Japan was on December 10, 2023, and was simultaneously shown in both Tokyo and Seoul and then at other various large cities around the world at other dates. I assume the later showings were recordings of the live viewing but with subtitles.

It was at 10:30 am and WOW THERE WERE SO MANY PEOPLE. Half of me was wondering if not that many people had bought tickets, and so the lottery for the tickets wasn't necessary, but nope FULL HOUSE.

(I will retake this once it's on display...)

We got cool little styrofoam cut outs with stands of Sung Jin Woo's very first dagger, the Kasaka's Venom Fang (which I have yet to put on display cause I'm moving soon, but I also got a spare for my Fox friend who's also obsessed with this show :3 Hopefully she'll put hers on display once I give it to her.)

The fricken... powerpoint screen I have at the top of this post. I wish I had been able to take photos outside of my tickets and that screen, cause like.

Thats a powerpoint. (That SURE IS a font choice) But it's not in presentation mode.

It's legit just a screen share of someone's laptop. There were slides with RED SQUIGGLY LINES UNDER SOME WORDS TO DENOTE MISSPELLINGS that don't normally pop up in presentation mode. Or SCREENSHOTS of slides, and various other font choice mishaps.

Welcome to the tech capital of the world, I guess? Lol.

Then we got to see the first two episodes!! I wasn't surprised by the lack of an opening or ending credit sequence because those tend to be a little last minute or have extra special touches put in to them. (For example, Zom 100's opening didn't show up until halfway through the first season because their studio is small and was having production delays, but its SO GOOD and worth the wait.)

I have yet to re-watch the episodes now that they've been released because I'm waiting for a chance to watch them with my Fox and Frog friends, but oh man.

The Japanese names sure did throw me off. Here is a link to a reference post I made about the Korean to Japanese names.

Solo Leveling Korean -> Japanese Names

I admit. I held out hope for keeping the original Korean names, but I'll leave my complaints about that for a different post. (Message from future Crow!! THERE ARE TWO VERSIONS!! A global version with the korean name, and a Japan version with the localized Japanese names. Curious if it'll be Korea or Japan in the global version.)

I was so excited by the sequencing of the story, though. We got to see Byung-nim in the first scene, AHHHHH!! 😍😍😍 The pacing is very good, the animation is very well done, I was holding my breath despite knowing what was coming and having an ABSOLUTE ethereal experience with one my favorite medias coming to life before me.

I'm also so happy I got to see Woo Jin Chul / Akira Inukai (BEST BOY). I love his Voice Actor. Unfortunately, he was not one of the VAs at the World Premiere. ALSO - HE'S BEING PLAYED BY SUNGWON CHO IN THE ENGLISH DUB. THAT ALMOST MAKES ME WANNA GO WATCH.

After the two episodes and credits played, the VAs came on to the stage and had interview time, and took a massive group photo.

The VAs from left to right:

Cha Hae In / Shizuku Kousaka played by Ueda, Reina (Also plays Kanao from Demon Slayer, Lemon from Mashle, Akane from SSSS.Gridman, Ruri from Dr. Stone, IdolM@ster and

Sung Jin Woo / Shun Mizushino played by Ban, Taito (Also plays Soyuz in Dr. Stone (HILARIOUS), the MC in Angel Next Door, YAGI FROM GIVEN.)

Yoo Jin Ho / Kenta Morobishi played by Nakamura, Genta, who is also a baby VA! He's only been in stuff since 2020, and considering Covid, there probably wasn't a lot of work for him to do! Hopefully he'll be popping up more in the future!)

Lemme just say.

Taito Ban.

Holy shit this dude goes SO. HARD. SO. EMOTIONAL. SO. GOOD. I don't know how he doesn't have more main character roles??? But maybe this is his big break?? He super fucking deserves more roles cause DAMN he's giving me chills.

At the Premiere, when they came out on stage and started interviewing, he was acting like the "cool guy" who was trying not to show how nervous he was, and honestly it took him a bit to warm up to the crowd, but when they brought out the real replica of the Kasaka's Fang Blade, he got so excited like a little kid. It was very fun.

Shizuku Kousaka was a lot more used to these events, which makes sense considering shes in SO MUCH, including IdolM@ster, and a few magical girl animes.

Genta Nakamura was excited and nervous and happy to be there, and you can tell he enjoyed his character and was excited for future episodes where his character would appear.

Multiple photos of the above shot were taken for various online news / anime websites (including another foreigner who might have been there for crunchyroll?)

Me in the top left corner of that group photo. I could spot my glasses, the little white patch is the skeleton clip I have in my hair, and I'm half a head taller than everyone else in the seats lmao.

Over it was super fun! It was only about two hours, but I got to hang out in Shinjuku and go hunting through Animate for various anime goods before taking the bullet train home again for work the next day.

I'm excited for the goods that will be coming out for Solo Leveling soon! I had a photo of them but NOW I CAN'T FIND IT??? was it a FEVER DREAM? hopefully it reappears soon. I want goods. Need a can badge of my boy Woo Jin Chul like now.

Hopefully I'll get around to write ups about the episodes now that they're coming out! They're on my to do list~

#solo leveling #ore dake level up na ken #俺だけレベルアップな件 #sung jin woo #yoo jin ho #cha hae in #solo leveling world premiere

[shitsumon-abound]

It's not a secret that I became interested in BSD stage play because Hisoka's actor also plays Chuuya, and now this headcanon can't stop growing in my head.

I know, Chikage's seiyuu voice Kaji the lemon bomber but his character suits Dazai so much. Like, the part of being a magician and liar and having chemistry with Hisoka.

Please don't grow anymore, plot bunnies...!!

#kou tries to draw #a3! #hisoka mikage #chikage utsuki #bungou stray dogs