#soft Illumi

[the-b-ch]

[shalscumbunny]

For what reasons would members of the Gen'ei Ryodan impregnate their S/O?

TW: Mentions of forced relationship, forced pregnancy, gestation, breeding kink, body changes, parenthood, children, possible threat to children

Phinks:

It is the type of couple that is extremely overprotective, at the same time that it is extremely dominant, there is no better way of dominance than to impregnate your beloved, leave her plump and unable to do anything, so that she does not do anything stupid, nothing bad happens to her and there is no doubt that he is your absolute owner because you are carrying HIS child, and the idea of fucking you pregnant isn't something he's going to refuse either, he likes the idea, I'll just say that and of course he will love his child, I feel that he is the type of man to whom being a father comes naturally.

Feitan:

I don't feel that Feitan understands that concept of "family" and "parenting" and he doesn't care much either and if you're not very interested in the subject, pregnacy is not something that is going to happen, BUT, if we go to his sickest and most twisted side, especially the sadistic one and mixing it with a yandere or quite sick theme, if he sees that the idea of getting pregnant from him terrifies you as he is your captor, he is going to impregnate you with desire and on purpose, just to fuck you, torture you and well, in the process he will mark territory, by fucking you he will torture with the idea, if he achieves his goal now he only has the same thing left, making you feel bad, making you feel guilty, but he will probably still take care of you since in the end you are valuable to him.

Uvogin:

He barely fell in love with you, he knew that you were going to be the mother of his 78 children, Uvogin is the stereotype of a man who wants to get you pregnant 24/7, it won't even be two months after you have given birth before you are already pregnant again, he simply likes it because it is a way to keep you by his side, dominate you and take ownership of you. He has a fairly activated reproductive instinct due to his barbaric and somewhat animal nature. He's excited about getting you pregnant, he's excited about having you pregnant, he's excited about being able to fuck you when you're swollen with his babies. Added to that he may be a horrible person, a thief, a murderer and many other things, but it comes naturally to him to be a father, he loves his children, all of them.

Nobunaga:

The truth is that I feel that Nobunaga is one of these characters with the authentic desire to one day have children, he likes the idea of ​​raising little swordsmen who run from one place to another simulating an epic and legendary duel and there is no better way to join the love of your life than forming a family (That's what he thinks) It doesn't matter much if you agree, it will still happen.

He is going to get you pregnant, he is going to take care of you and he will do everything humanly possible to be with you, of course I also emphasize that probably doing it with you even if you are pregnant, it is quite exciting for him.

Franklin:

I wouldn't know how to interpret him very well in fact, I feel that he is not someone who is dying to be a father but he also does not hate the idea and if you ask him he will listen to you, he will take great care of you and his little ones. (I DON'T KNOW MUCH ABOUT FRANKLIN, FORGIVE ME FRANKLIN FANS!)

Illumi:

The same as with Uvogin, but somewhat different. He would say that he has a fairly marked kink breeding because in his family he has seen it as common and necessary to have many children (he literally has 4 siblings). When he fell in love with you the next thing in his brain was to imagine the family he would have with you as soon as possible. Once you are together (Whether by marriage or kidnapping) Illumi will probably have locked himself in the room with you until he makes sure that you are pregnant, Illumi never shows his emotions, but when he is fucking you and has you tightly grabbed, his body trembles of the emotion and excitement of being able to get you pregnant. Once you are very pregnant and swollen, he won't stop fucking you either (As long as your child is safe), he can simply become more obsessed with you now that you are carrying his baby. If everything goes well, I estimate at least 7 pregnancies, furthermore, all these pregnancies are going to be followed, as soon as you give birth, it will be a matter of time before he impregnates you again.

Hisoka:

I don't find any logical reason, he likes the idea of ​​having a partner, but not forming a "family." The only reason I can find is that in his moments of madness and revenge.

Especially if he has already left the Gen'ei Ryodan and wants revenge, if you are a partner of one of them, he will impregnate you with hatred and desire but only for revenge.

Shalnark:

I think we have already talked about this in this profile multiple times but we will do it again.

Shalnark doesn't want kids, he hates kids, he hates kids grabbing his things, he hates not being the focus of your attention and everything related to pregnancy and having kids.

BUT

It is an idea that he can consider in the same way, if he consider that you have problems in the relationship, he will consider an alternative to soften you and tie you down.

In other situation, if you mention it to him, obviously you have to beg him if you are the one who wants to have children, but if you are convincing, you will have your child.

But Shalnark is cruel and twisted in nature, I don't think he is someone who loves his children in a paternal way, he probably sees them as a pet and will appreciate them (Also as something to blackmail and threaten you with).

Chrollo:

Chrollo is a being of curious, selfish and greedy nature, a being rejected by the world. I think he has that desire to form a family and ABOVE ALL, have a child, it is something that will finally be authentically HIS.

It's not that he KILLS to get you pregnant or it's a mortal necessity (Like Uvogin to Illumi) but it's a recurring thought.

It doesn't matter if you agree or not, he's still going to get you pregnant when he can. He is going to push hard into your pussy and he is going to cling to your body telling you how beautiful mother you are going to be and how he is not going to stop until you are all swollen and pretty, that you will be his queen and that he will do everything for you.

Simply love your pregnancy, love hugging your belly, talking to it and planting soft kisses on it.

Thanks for reading this shit 🤍

[citrus-writing]

Illumi is so cruel lmao💥💥

Do you think he could be a little more nice sometimes? if so, under what circumstances? and how does he show mercy to reader?

Thank you so much for the request! 

Illumi is one of the more brutal yanderes, but of course, he has his good moments as well. While a lot of the time I describe the more unpleasant side of yanderes, here I’ll describe some easy ways to win his favor and inspire more kind behavior from him down below, as well as the ways he’s naturally prone to show love and kindness. 

Things that can make yandere illumi kinder to you, and the little mercies he shows you-- 

His own whims

There are times illumi wants to spoil you, times he wants to sit down with you and genuinely make you smile. He does love you, despite what his more cruel moments may show, and he wants to be happy with you, illumi wants nothing more than to settle into a cute routine of affection and kindness between the two of you, and he enjoys initiating these moments from time to time. 

He may set up a table for the two of your to have tea in the gardens, he may set up the dining table to enjoy your favorite meal with you, he may even take your hand in his and hold it for a moment. All of these things can be expected with time and he’s likely to do them move often if they’re met with a smile or happiness from his darling. 

There’s also an important thing to note, that illumi wants to see all of you- everything you do and everything you think and everything you like- and so he does sometimes try to offer you things to make you happy so he can see more of the you he fell so madly in love with. 

A soft personality 

If you, as his darling, are someone soft- sweet or kind or gentle or shy, illumi will be naturally more inclined to kindness. Afterall, most of his punishments are just that- punishments for bad behavior. If you're good, sweet and gentle like he wants you to be, not putting up a fight or screaming, he can indulge you in some treats. 

He loves to treat a soft darling to some of their favorite things, whether it be sweets and baked goods, new clothes in the styles you enjoy, or doing some of your favorite hobbies together, he doesn't mind. 

A compliant attitude 

Illumi can be hard to live with, i won't lie about that, but he’s also slightly aware of that. I wouldn't consider illumi a lucid yandere, in fact, he can be incredibly delusional about you- you're perfect in his eyes after all. 

But he knows that living by his rules can be hard for you, so if he sees you trying to comply, he's elated and will naturally go easy on you next time you make a mistake or go against him. He's so happy to see you comply with his rules that your amount of freedom increases greatly (from none to able to move about the home freely) 

If you allow him to talk to you and even touch you as he pleases it's a sure way to get almost anything you want. He knows the game you're playing, but as much as he loves punishments, he doesn't mind giving you rewards either. This is one way to get illumi to instantly start being kinder to you, because he loves when you’re compliant to him and his rules. 

Anytime you’re in pain 

If it’s not from one of his punishments, then seeing you in pain makes him unhappy- you cant see it on his face, but you can sort of tell by the way he hovers around closer than normal, watching you intently. No matter what's ailing you- be it a scratch or a cold or some other kind of pain, illumi hates to see you hurt by something other than him. 

Because of this, he dotes on you a fair bit when you’re hurt. He hates to see your hurt, so he’ll be especially soft and gentle, handling you all the while, nursing you back to health in a way that almost feels affectionate. He even lays off touching you, if that’s what you want. But if you want to be extra pampered, let him cuddle up with you.

[hopesangelsprite]

♡ Mine ♡

Illumi x black!chubby!reader

Summary: Illumi's tired of worrying about losing you... so he decides it's time to change that forever.

Warnings: language, lighthearted murder threats; other than those it's pretty domestic.

"We should get married."

Any traces of fatigue in your body vanished after those words fell upon your previously resting ears. You stayed still, waiting for any indication that what you'd heard was a mistake on your part. There was nothing but silence and the barely audible sound of your lover's breathing. Then that silence was broken once again.

"What do you think?", Illumi questioned from his spot draped across your stomach. What'd you think... what did you think? Well, you were wondering what had brought such a question about and how random its utterance was. Before he'd spoken, the two of you had been cuddling for about 3 hours prior. Technically, Illumi had come in unannounced and sprawled across you unceremoniously before shimmying down so that his head could rest on your abdomen. Occasionally he'd poke or pinch you out of boredom, now and then he'd nibble at you just because he could, and you wouldn't do anything about it.

The atmosphere had been comfortable. Nothing in the air alluded to the impromptu proposal that had just been made. "I'm just wondering where that question came from honestly.", you finally spoke while sitting up to peer down at Illumi. He simply hummed at repositioned himself so that he was practically sitting in your lap, which you'd be sure to tease him about later. "We've been seeing each other for about a year now, and my parents somewhat approve of you. It's time we make it official that you're mine.", he stated matter-of-factly. You blinked at him, and he blinked back.

He wasn't wrong. Your one-year anniversary would be coming up in a month and neither of you had any intentions of leaving each other whether it be in the near future or otherwise. It was true that Silva and Kikyo liked you enough not to kill you, it'd taken Killua a while to warm up to you but once he had he considered you as his older sister. He'd even gone as far as to warn Illumi never to hurt you "or else", which you both found adorable. The thought of marrying Illumi didn't sound bad at all, in fact, it filled your heart with that warm fuzzy feeling people sang about in love songs. Still, you were in a silly goofy mood and felt like pulling his chain.

"And what if I said no?", you questioned. Illumi stopped separating your curls to glare at you softly. "I'd kill someone.", he answered after a beat of silence. You smirked and rested your hands on his waist before tilting your head. It was a vague answer yet one you'd expected. "Who?", you pressed further prompting him to think for a moment. "One of those idol singers you like so much, maybe (insert fave idol name).", he replied while fluffing up your hair like a pillow. You scoffed, offended at his words as well as his blatant attack on one of your favorite humans.

"You wouldn't."

"Fuck around and find out."

"Language!"

Illumi rolled his eyes and released your hair to lean back on his palms. His change in posture offered you a wonderful view of his abdomen, toned muscles littered with barely visible scars and lipstick stains from earlier. "Where's all this attitude coming from, mister?", you inquired earning another eye roll. "Don't play with me. It's so not worth it, bro.", he warned. You gawked, thoroughly shocked at his use of your favorite phrases against you. He was in a silly goofy mood too it seemed. A chuckle escaped you as you shook your head. This was going to be a very long and entertaining marriage. "I'm gagged.", you muttered under your breath forgetting how heightened Illumi's sense of hearing was.

"Not as much as you should be... but that's fixable.", he sighed painting another shocked expression across your face. You shook your head vehemently while throwing yourself back onto your pillows. "Nope, I'm done. No way I'm marrying a man sassier than I am, there's simply no way.", you huffed out. Before you could say anything else, Illumi caged you in with his arms now straddling you properly. His hair fell around you two to create a dark, silky veil. "How about now?", he asked while gesturing to his left hand. You tilted your head to see an open ring box.

The ring inside it pushed all thoughts of where he could've been hiding the box from your head. Bands of expertly crafted and delicate silver had been woven to encircle the biggest emerald diamond you'd ever seen. It was a thing of true beauty, nothing like you'd ever seen or would ever see again anywhere else in the world. "I've changed my mind, when's the wedding date, pretty boy!", you cooed while wrapping your arms around your future husband's neck.

Illumi dealt you another eye-roll before pressing a kiss to your lips. You smiled into his cool lips and tucked some of his hair behind his ears while reciprocating the kiss. The kiss broke after a few breathless moments and Illumi rolled off of you to cuddle into your side. Gently, he took your hand and slipped the ring onto your awaiting finger. It fit perfectly.

You beamed brightly and tucked your face into the crook of his neck. "Crazy that I had to show you a diamond to convince you to marry me.", he spoke into your hair earning a lighthearted smack to his arm. "Shut up, you already knew I would marry you because I love you. Unlike you who's marrying me for my good looks and backside.", you teased. Silence followed your statement, yet you could practically hear the smirk on his face.

"Motherfucker."

"Language, my love."

Yeah, agreeing to marry this idiot would probably be the greatest mistake of your life, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

[miyukis-writings]

— Bound by Silk and Shadows. [IV]

pairing. ilumi zoldyck x (insert oc)

summary. In a quiet village, she runs a humble café, serving customers with a serene smile, unaware that she has captured the interest of one of the deadliest assassins alive. Ilumi Zoldyck, cold and emotionless, finds himself drawn to her—an anomaly in his carefully calculated world. She does not flinch under his piercing gaze, does not cower in fear like others do. And that intrigues him. What starts as silent observation soon spirals into obsession. He watches from the shadows, memorizing her every move, ensuring no one else dares to lay claim to what is his. Even Hisoka, ever the provocateur, finds amusement in Ilumi’s growing fixation. But Ilumi is not a man of patience. If she won’t come to him willingly… he may just have to take her. After all, a rare treasure should be kept safe—locked away, where no one else can touch.

tags. yandere ; kidnapping, manipulation ; friends to lovers ; eventual smut (will be tagged accordingly).

a.n. there's a lot going on with my life lately. i've been pretty busy as well with my work. but, here's a new chapter i guess? it's 'Chap Goh Mei' today. anyone celebrating it? anyway, happy cny <3. i've been working on a new header as well for this story. i asked my friend to draw me ilumi yesterday along with 'her'. been wanting to show her full name in the story but, that can wait. enjoy, like and reblog are much appreciated! xoxo miyuki

status. on-going // prologue, chapter I, chapter II, chapter III, chapter V, chapter VI

The festival was winding down, but the air still thrummed with lingering excitement. The soft glow of paper lanterns bathed the village in a golden haze, and the distant sound of laughter and music wove through the crisp night air.

Far from the festival’s celebration, Ilumi Zoldyck stood at the edge of a secluded rooftop, watching the night unfold below him.

His gaze was impassive, sharp eyes scanning the crowd without any real investment. The noise, the colors, the joy—it was all meaningless to him. Yet, his attention lingered on the shrine, his mind tethered to a presence he couldn’t quite ignore. His sharp eyes swept over the festival without interest, his mind barely anchored to the present. He had no reason to linger in this place—no reason, except for the faint pull of curiosity.

Then, without warning—

A strange sensation gripped his chest.

It was subtle at first, an inexplicable prickle at the back of his mind, like a silent whisper brushing against his consciousness. A warning. His fingers twitched, his body stiffening. Something was wrong.

His instincts had never failed him before.

Ilumi’s gaze darkened as his eyes flickered toward the shrine’s rear entrance, where the shadows seemed deeper, more suffocating. The festival’s noise became distant, drowned out by the quiet hum of awareness settling into his bones.

He knew this feeling.

A disruption. An intrusion. A threat.

Hisoka Morow, standing at the festival’s outskirts, felt it too.

The candy-sweet scent of the night dulled, replaced by something far more tantalizing—the unmistakable thrill of an approaching climax. His golden eyes gleamed, his lips curling around the lollipop he lazily twirled between his fingers.

“Hmm~” Hisoka hummed, his gaze flickering toward the shrine.

He hadn’t been looking for anything in particular—just something to entertain him. And oh, wasn’t this just delightful? The air itself seemed to hold its breath, as if anticipating something deliciously tragic.

Ilumi’s pupils constricted.

The shrine’s rear entrance. The shadows there were deeper, darker, unnatural.

Hisoka noticed it too, his amusement only growing. Ilumi, ever the perfect predator, had already shifted into motion, soundless as he descended from the rooftop. Hisoka watched him, intrigued.

“Oh? How unlike you to move so fast, Ilumi~” Hisoka mused, voice dripping with teasing delight.

Ilumi ignored him. His focus was singular. That unnatural pull in his chest—something had happened.

A faint trace of warmth flickered in his mind, an echo of someone’s presence. It was subtle, barely there, but unmistakable.

Without a word, Ilumi moved, his body shifting into motion as effortlessly as breathing. His steps were soundless as he descended from the rooftop, his mind already sharpening into a singular focus.

The girl.

His steps quickened, his thoughts sharpening. He should not care—he had no reason to care—but the disturbance, the wrongness, would not leave him alone.

Hisoka chuckled, trailing behind like a ghostly spectator.

“Oh, this is getting exciting~”

The festival roared on, oblivious to the unseen chaos unfolding in its midst. But Ilumi and Hisoka?

They knew.

And soon, everyone else would too. --- The shrine stood silent, untouched by the chaos that had already unfolded within. The flickering lanterns illuminated the worn stone steps, their warm glow contrasting the sharp chill in the air. But something was missing. Something vital.

Ilumi landed soundlessly at the shrine’s rear entrance, his keen eyes scanning the surroundings with cold precision. Hisoka followed at his own leisurely pace, rolling the lollipop against his tongue as if he were merely on a casual stroll.

Ilumi stepped forward, the faintest hint of disturbed ground catching his attention. He knelt, his gloved fingers brushing against the dirt where footprints had been hastily erased. His pupils dilated.

Too clean. Too perfect. A professional job.

His gaze flickered to the entrance, then to the inside of the shrine. The scent of incense lingered in the air, but beneath it—something else.

The faint trace of struggle. The scent of blood.

She was gone.

Hisoka’s soft chuckle cut through the stillness. “Oh my~ seems like someone snatched our little flower right from under your nose.”

Ilumi said nothing. His mind was already reconstructing the scene, analyzing every possible scenario.

She was here. She was taken.

He glanced toward the inner shrine, where her ceremonial garments had been discarded, tossed carelessly to the side. His fingers twitched as he reached for a strand of fabric caught in the wooden panels. He rolled it between his fingers, feeling the lingering warmth of her presence.

She had just been here.

The timing was precise. Deliberate. Calculated.

Someone had planned this.

Ilumi’s grip on the fabric tightened imperceptibly. Unacceptable.

Hisoka tilted his head, watching Ilumi with eerie amusement. “How very unlike you to be this invested, Illu~ Did she perhaps leave a little impression on that cold heart of yours?”

Ilumi ignored him. His thoughts were a razor’s edge, slicing through the implications.

If they had planned to kidnap her, it meant she was still alive. That was the only reason he hadn’t left a trail of corpses yet.

Hisoka stretched lazily, his voice sing-song. “Well, well~ shall we go hunting, then? I do love a good chase.”

Ilumi stood, his silhouette bathed in the dim lantern light. His next words were quiet, but carried the weight of an inevitable fate.

“Find them.”

Hisoka’s grin widened.

“Oh, now you’re speaking my language.�� --- She had always known the past would come to haunt her one day.

She just never thought it would happen so suddenly.

The first thing she noticed when she woke up was the pain.

Her wrists ached, bound tightly by thick ropes that chafed against her skin. The wooden chair beneath her creaked slightly as she shifted, her body sore from being tied in the same position for too long. The dim, flickering light of an oil lamp barely illuminated the damp room, the air thick with the scent of alcohol and sweat.

A wave of nausea twisted in her stomach as she took in her surroundings.

She was back in their hands.

A heavy door creaked open, and the sound of footsteps echoed against the cold stone floor.

“Well, look who’s awake,” a deep voice drawled.

A tall, broad-shouldered man stepped forward, his scarred face twisted into a grin. His dark eyes gleamed with amusement as he leaned against the wooden table across from her.

“Been a long time, hasn’t it, little lady?”

Her jaw clenched, her nails digging into her palms.

“Let me go.”

The man chuckled, shaking his head. “See, that’s not how this works. Your dear ol’ dad left quite a debt before he kicked the bucket. And guess what? It didn’t just disappear when he died.”

He leaned in closer, his breath hot and laced with the stench of alcohol.

“Someone’s gotta pay up.”

She turned her head away, refusing to let him see the fear creeping into her expression.

“And what? You’re planning to sell me off?” she spat, her voice laced with anger despite the slight tremble.

The man smirked. “Oh, don’t be so dramatic. You’re worth too much now. Pretty little thing like you? We can make plenty of money by sending you to the Entertainment District. We might make a fortune by sending you there.”

The implication sent a cold chill down her spine.

She swallowed, forcing herself to stay calm. She wouldn’t break. Not here. Not in front of them.

The boss chuckled at her silence and reached out, gripping her chin with rough fingers.

“But don’t worry,” he purred, tilting her face up to meet his leering gaze. “You won’t be going anywhere. Not until I decide what to do with you.”

Her stomach twisted in fear. She had always known her father’s debt was a heavy burden, but she never imagined it would come back for her like this. She could feel her arms getting weaker, probably due to the drugs that they used. A group of men surrounded her after that, their expressions were a mix of greed and cruelty.

“She’s a pretty one,” another voice mused. “Might be worth something before we collect what’s owed.”

Fear iced over her veins. She tried to keep her breathing steady, tried to think, but the terror was suffocating. The drug coursing through her system made everything sluggish, her thoughts disjointed as she fought to stay conscious.

Her heartbeat thundering in her ears.

She had to get out.

One way or another—she had to escape. --- The night stretched long, suffocating in its eerie silence. The festival had long since ended, leaving only the remnants of distant laughter and the faint scent of fireworks clinging to the air. But for Ilumi and Hisoka, the world had shrunk down to a single objective.

Find her.

The two figures moved like shadows, their search methodical yet relentless. They had started at the shrine, but as the minutes passed, Ilumi expanded their search radius, combing through the winding village paths, the marketplace now abandoned, and the narrow alleyways that twisted like a labyrinth.

No trace of her. No scent. No lingering presence.

It was as if she had vanished entirely.

Hisoka, who had thus far been entertained by the pursuit, sighed dramatically, twirling a throwing card between his fingers. “My, my~ such a troublesome little thing, isn’t she? I must admit, watching you pace like this is quite the rare treat.”

Ilumi didn’t respond. His steps were quick, precise, his mind racing through the possibilities.

They wouldn’t have killed her. If they wanted her dead, they would have left the body. No. They took her somewhere. But where?

Hisoka hopped onto a rooftop with ease, scanning the empty streets below. “Tsk. What a shame. I was rather looking forward to seeing how she’d react to all this attention.” He leaned on one knee, red eyes gleaming with curiosity. “Now, Ilumi~ I wonder... why are you so tense? Could it be that you actually—”

Ilumi’s piercing gaze snapped up at him.

Hisoka grinned. “Ooh, scary~”

Ignoring him, Ilumi continued his search, his focus razor-sharp. Every street, every abandoned house, every possible hideout—nothing. No witnesses. No clues. No signs of a struggle.

It wasn’t just a simple abduction.

It was a disappearance.

The realization settled in his gut like ice. Hisoka, sensing the change in his demeanor, raised an eyebrow. “This is getting interesting~”

Ilumi said nothing. His fists clenched at his sides. She was his to keep. His to watch. His to decide.

And now, someone had dared to take her away.

Unacceptable.

Hisoka stretched, letting out a low hum of amusement. “So? What now, dear Illu?”

Ilumi exhaled slowly, his voice devoid of emotion but carrying a quiet promise of devastation.

“We find them.”

The hunt wasn’t over.

It had only just begun. --- The years passed like fleeting shadows, yet the hunt never ceased.

The village had changed—new buildings, unfamiliar faces, and whispers of stories that no longer held relevance to him. What was once a place of warmth, of memories tied to her, had now become a cold, lifeless backdrop in his relentless search.

She was nowhere to be found.

No traces. No rumors. No lingering scent.

As if she had been erased from existence.

Ilumi stood at the shrine, his gaze impassive, yet the weight of the silence pressed heavier than ever. This was where she belonged. This was where he should have found her. And yet—

She was gone.

The air smelled of incense, the offerings placed by worshippers unfamiliar to him. Even her presence, the memory of her standing before the shrine dressed in that delicate white and red attire, had begun to blur.

He hated it.

He hated that he couldn’t find her.

That she had slipped through his fingers.

That time had stolen her from him in a way no enemy ever could.

Had she died? No, if she had, there would have been proof. Had she escaped? Possible, but even that possibility did little to ease the strange ache that sat heavy in his chest.

Hisoka, who had long grown bored of this game, finally voiced what Ilumi refused to acknowledge.

“Face it, Illu~ she’s gone. Vanished. Disappeared into thin air~” His grin widened, eyes twinkling with delight at the assassin’s unwavering fixation. “Even you can’t find someone who doesn’t want to be found.”

Ilumi’s expression remained unreadable. No. That wasn’t true.

No one escaped him.

Not permanently.

Hisoka chuckled. “Still searching after all these years~? My, my, isn’t that obsessive?”

Ilumi turned his back to the shrine. Hisoka was right about one thing. It had been years. Yet, it made no difference.

Time would not change his resolve.

He would find her.

No matter how long it took.

No matter where she was.

She was his. And she would return to him.

Eventually. --- The lanterns flickered in the dimly lit streets, painting golden reflections on the cobbled path. The night air carried the faint scent of incense and cherry blossoms, mingling with the sound of distant laughter and the soft notes of a shamisen. The Entertainment District was alive, vibrant, filled with fleeting pleasures. But within one of its grand establishments, a lone figure sat near an open window, untouched by the liveliness beyond.

Dressed in an exquisite oiran kimono, embroidered with intricate silver and deep violet threads, she moved a Gungi piece across the board, her fingers as delicate as the silk she once wove. The customers across from her watched in quiet admiration, more entranced by her presence than the game itself. A soft, polite smile adorned her lips, but it never reached her eyes.

She won. Again. And again.

Yet, victory never brought her satisfaction.

She then reached for the teacup beside her, but instead of drinking, she traced the rim absentmindedly, her gaze shifting toward the bustling streets below. A wistful sigh escaped her as she watched the world continue beyond the confines of her cage.

Her fingers moved on their own, brushing against the lacquered wood of the window sill, a soft hum escaping her lips—an old melody, one she had sung absentmindedly back when she had something to call home. The gentle tune drifted through the air, weaving between the sounds of the night, unnoticed by most, yet holding a weight only she could feel.

She was counting the days.

How many had passed since she last stepped foot outside on her own terms? Since she had last seen the shrine, the café, the faces of those she loved?

A warm breeze carried a few petals through the window, their delicate forms landing beside the Gungi board. Her smile faltered as she reached out, fingers brushing against the pale pink bloom. The petals felt real. Unlike everything else around her.

She closed her eyes for a moment, gripping the flower between her fingers. Then, as if nothing had happened, she turned back to her customers, resuming the game.

But even as she played, her heart remained elsewhere—lost in time, longing for something just beyond her reach.

[jinxedfuture]

kissie

[bungeepuppet]

writing for silva made me realize how similar he and illumi are in how they process conversations and answering bluntly lol....

[brokenquillpen]

Kisses headcanon 💋:

🃏Hisoka favourite places to kiss Illumi are his cheeks, neck and lips

📍Illumi favourite places to kiss Hisoka are his lips, forehead and collar bones

🃏📍They both love to nuzzle their faces together or just leaning their foreheads together and staring in each others eyes 🥺

[whatevermakesyoubreak]

this is a joke pls

[aerael-a]

Most, if not all, of my muses are mixed and they have a strong connection with their other ethnicity and cultural background. In general, through the language. For Aryu and Ainosuke, the native language of their mothers, Mandarin and Spanish respectively, is the language they feel most comfortable speaking when in intimate, vulnerable settings ━━━ their literal love language.

Kojiro and Ushijima have a more natural relationship with their second language, given that they both have family in Italy and Germany respectively. Ushijima's parents are mixed themselves, both Japanese-german and so he has always spoken both languages growing up. Kojiro is the only one of his siblings to speak Japanese, having lived with their father in Japan as a child, so Italian is what he speaks to his mother and sisters and cousins and uncles.

Despite having pride in their cultural backgrounds, some of my muses have to hide it. That is the case for Hinata and Illumi. The Hyuuga as a whole are not Japanese, they are all Korean ━━━━ of course with the passing of the years, there has been natural mixing there, but for the most part the Hyuuga remain Korean, though the outside world is to be kept from knowing it. Despite the secrecy, the compound is built with hanoks, plants native to Korea grow all around, and it is a tiny piece of Korea inside of Konoha. She is however, forbidden from speaking the language she grew up speaking, only allowed to do so within the clan.

The Zoldycks would rather hide the rather unsavory origin of Kikyou, and so everything about her past has been erased and destroyed. The small village they had taken her from vanished over the night, erasing all traces of the small Cantonese community that lived there. The only thing they couldn't erase from her was the language she spoke, which she thought to her first born ━━━━ depression after his birth leaving her dangerously attached to the infant. Illumi grew up understanding Cantonese, and later on speaking it. He is the only one of his siblings to do so.

Mori and Murasakibara are my polyglots, Mori while German-Italian and Japanese, grew up speaking the three languages simultaneously as his mother did not speak Japanese at all. After leaving his home at the age of six, traumatised and numb to the world's cruelty, Mori threw himself into the world, which lead him to learning a plethora of other languages such as Dutch, Mandarin, French, English and Latin. Murasakibara is Korean and French-Japanese, himself and his siblings grew up speaking three languages simultaneously, though he is the one who suffered the most from it, due to his natural talent for learning languages, he was able to pick up Mandarin after his brother married, and English through school. He, unlike Mori, constantly mixes the languages he speaks.

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[ALPHA HISOKA (in rut) X ENIGMA ILLUMI ]

[citrus-writing]

I'd love to see more Illumi x reader from you <3

Thank you so much for reqesting! I wrote some misc yandere illumi headcanons and drabbles, mostly pre-kidnapping. Feel free to request more!

Illumi is patient, especially in the beginning. He's content to follow behind you, unseen and unheard, watching you go about your normal day to day. He watches you go about shopping for groceries and despite how mundane and boring it is, he watches you pick out your desired meals with rapt attention. He watches you when you go out with your friends, watches the way they behave around you, the way they laugh and joke- when you laugh, he tries to comprehend what about them is so endearing to you. But when they make a joke at your expense, and yours smile doesn't quite meet your eyes, he decides that they done something unforgivable, and that they won't get the chance to do it again.

No matter how you met him, whether it was friendly or casual or even hostile, once he's laid eyes on you there's no way to get away from him. From the moment he saw you- you, who's looks and voice and smile have insnared him so entirely- he knew he had to have you. It's only fair for him to be on your mind since you're always on his. Even he cant place what about you is so interesting to him; just that you are, and that everything you do is worth taking note of and everything you say echoes in his head. It's strange; how obsessive and yet detached he is. How everything you do is so important to him, yet he takes so long to even consider trying to get closer to you.

When he does decide to try to engage with you, there's that same patience, that same cold detachment that both helps and hinders his attempts. On the one hand, he never comes on too strong, he nevergives off the vibes of a creepy pervert, he never seems too close for comfort. It's easy for you to overlook him the first few times he comes around. Little do you know how often he's actually around, wearing other faces, constantly trailing you. He's everywhere, but you don't know that. On the other hand, he's so cold towards you that you wonder who he is, why he seems so untouchable, why you've never seen him before but now you see him several times a week. The reasonable part of your mind tells you that you just didn't notice him before. But his eyes send a terror through you, and you find yourself hoping not to see him again.

But it's not enough to just interact with you is passing- it's not enough to stand behind you on public transit, it's not enough to bump into your shoulder, it's not enough to ask casually if you know directions to somewhere nearby. Pretending to be a stranger can only get him so far. He takes note of your friends and family, ofthe way you interact with them, who you know better than you know yourself and who you seem to like being around best. Trailing them isn't nearly the same satisfaction, but he knows the reward will be well worth it. Taking their place in your life is easy compared to other things he's done, you're so willing to write off any mistakes, so willing to forgive when you mention a memory together and they don't remember. Illumi is partly endeared and partly disgusted by how forgiving you can be.

But eventually you start to catch on, start to pull away from them- from him.

That's when you wake up in a room unfamiliar to you- nice, almost lavish, but the unfamiliar surroundings send a panic through you. Before you can even scream, there's a hand over your mouth, hard enough to muffle the sound but gentle in a way that makes you feel sick. Even in the dimly lit room, you recognize him from the times you've run into him while going about your day. You'd recognize those eyes anywhere- you'd always been uncomfortable under his gaze; but for the first time you're terrified.

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Illumi had never experienced sexual attraction before. Had he gotten some morning wood once or twice? Yes, but he rarely felt the urge to jack off.

That was… until he met you.

He wasn’t quite sure what made you so appealing. You looked ordinary, at least… you should have. Illumi had been surrounded by the worlds most beautiful women since he was but a boy… yet here he was, getting hard over a girl he had barely met.

Maybe it was your soft curves, or the ways your hips swayed when you walked… it could have even been your sweet voice, and those pretty, glossy lips that made him want to pull you in and taste the shiny lipgloss you were wearing…

Whatever it was, ever since he first laid eyes on you, Illumi’s body had been acting strangely. Even a whiff of your perfume could have his cock twitching, standing at attention and ready for you… it was quite embarrassing, or it would have been if Illumi had any shame.

No, the only reason Illumi his his overwhelming desire for you was because he wanted these feelings to go away as quickly as possible. He couldn’t fall for some nobody Hunter with nen weaker than all the other applicants that had passed with you. No, Illumi was supposed to marry the best of the best, a woman whose womb could bear a strong heir.

But… that didn’t stop him from acting on some of his urges…

Unfortunately, Illumi couldn’t seem to let you out of his sight. It was annoying, following you around as you did your little daily chores in town. He could hardly get any work done when you looked so cute. You didn’t even realize your panties were showing when you bent over to pick up a coin…

When he couldn’t be constantly watching over you, Illumi would steal little trinkets from your home to… keep him satiated. Used panties, your lipgloss, and clothing items that smelled like your perfume.

He’d wrap your panties around his cock as he jerked off, your cardigan pressed against his face. If he really focused, he could imagine your pussy tightening around him, your plump thighs pressing against him as he bounced you on his cock…

He’d cum buckets into your panties, then break into your apartment and drop them off on your floor, like a cat leaving a dead mouse as a gift.

After a while, his urges grew and grew, until your panties just weren’t enough for him anymore.

Wooing you wasn’t too hard, and getting into your pants was easier than he would have though. The fact you were a virgin was very surprising… but welcomed. After all, he was a virgin as well.

The second his cock sunk into you, he immediately knew that he could never let you go. To hell with a strong heir, he wanted you, and only you. You were the only one that could make him feel this way… soft, vulnerable, and so goddamn horny.

Poor, poor you, having Illumi fuck into you for hours on end, unable to pull out of your pretty, warm cunt. He fucked so much cum into you that you felt so swollen and full…

Even after he was done, he didn’t pull out. Instead, he held you close, kissing the top of your head. “You’re all mine, darling. I’ll have wedding preparations ready within a week.”

You were much too exhausted to argue… and you weren’t sure you could say no to Illumi Zoldyck… so you just slept, accepting your fate. You’d be taken care of, and would never have to worry about anything ever again.

Shortly, Illumi would have his now pregnant wife in his home, where she would be safe, and where he could ravish her whenever he felt like it.

[miyukis-writings]

— Bound by Silk and Shadows. [III]

pairing. ilumi zoldyck x (insert oc)

summary. In a quiet village, she runs a humble café, serving customers with a serene smile, unaware that she has captured the interest of one of the deadliest assassins alive. Ilumi Zoldyck, cold and emotionless, finds himself drawn to her—an anomaly in his carefully calculated world. She does not flinch under his piercing gaze, does not cower in fear like others do. And that intrigues him. What starts as silent observation soon spirals into obsession. He watches from the shadows, memorizing her every move, ensuring no one else dares to lay claim to what is his. Even Hisoka, ever the provocateur, finds amusement in Ilumi’s growing fixation. But Ilumi is not a man of patience. If she won’t come to him willingly… he may just have to take her. After all, a rare treasure should be kept safe—locked away, where no one else can touch.

tags. yandere ; kidnapping, manipulation ; friends to lovers ; eventual smut (will be tagged accordingly).

a.n. i imagine that she had a very long, silken hair cascaded down her back like flowing silver under the moonlight, carrying subtle hues of midnight blue at the tips. her skin, pale and luminous. her eyes, deep and enigmatic, mirrored the night sky—silver with flecks of stardust. her nose was delicate and well-defined, complementing the soft curve of her high cheekbones. her lips, naturally flushed with a faint rose hue. xoxo miyuki

status. on-going // prologue, chapter I, chapter II, chapter IV, chapter V, chapter VI

The night air was crisp, carrying the scent of damp earth from the earlier rain. Ilumi walked in silence, Hisoka trailing beside him with a lazy grin stretching across his face. The dim lanterns along the village streets flickered, casting long shadows that twisted with every breeze.

“Such a quiet little place,” Hisoka mused, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “I can see why you like it. Peaceful, isn’t it? Almost makes me want to settle down.”

Ilumi cast him a sidelong glance. “You wouldn’t last a week.”

Hisoka chuckled, unbothered. “True. I get bored far too easily. But you… you don’t, do you?”

Ilumi didn’t answer. Hisoka was perceptive in ways that were inconvenient.

Ilumi walked in silence, his thoughts swirling like ink in water, murky and unreadable even to himself. The quiet village streets stretched before him, bathed in the dim glow of lanterns. Hisoka strolled beside him, still grinning to himself, as if recalling something particularly amusing.

"You’re thinking about her, aren’t you?" Hisoka mused, his tone playfully knowing.

Ilumi’s gaze remained forward. "She is irrelevant."

Hisoka chuckled, a deep, rolling sound. "Mmm, but she is interesting, don’t you think? Not a single crack in that facade. No fear. No intrigue. Just… neutrality."

Ilumi said nothing. That was precisely what unsettled him. His presence should have meant something to her. Fear, curiosity, even mild wariness—any of those would have been logical responses. Yet, she had given him nothing. Not even a second glance as they left.

He had no use for things he didn’t understand. And yet, he was drawn back to the thought of her, much like a moth to a flickering flame.

They walked in silence for a while before Ilumi’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He retrieved it, glancing at the caller ID before answering. The familiar voice of one of his family’s informants greeted him.

Without breaking stride, he retrieved it, bringing it to his ear.

"The mission is set," the voice on the other end was curt, professional—one of the handlers assigned by his father. "You are to depart at once. It is expected to take three months. Failure is not an option."

Ilumi barely reacted. Missions were nothing new. He did what was required, as he always had.

Yet, something in his chest tightened. Three months. Would she still be there when he returned? Would anything have changed? Ilumi listened without showing any reaction, but the sudden shift of his aura didn’t go past Hisoka which causes him to smirked slightly. “Details.”

“The target is a high-profile businessman who has been interfering with the family’s operations. Security will be tight, but nothing beyond your capabilities. Your father wanted you to be extra cautious while going for the target. So far as we know, he's a very strong Nen user.” Nen is a technique that allows a person to use and manipulate their life energy, or aura, to gain superhuman abilities. It is divided into several core principles and categories: Ten (纏) – Keeping aura around the body for defense and longevity.

Zetsu (絶) – Shutting off aura flow to hide presence but making one vulnerable.

Ren (練) – Releasing a large amount of aura to increase strength and power.

Hatsu (発) – The unique expression of one's Nen ability, tailored to their personality and Nen category.

Each Nen user belongs to one of six categories, determined by their innate aura type: Enhancement – Strengthens or improves the user’s body or objects.

Emission – Projects aura away from the body.

Manipulation – Controls objects or living beings.

Transmutation – Alters the properties of aura.

Conjuration – Creates objects out of aura.

Specialization – Unique abilities that don’t fit into other categories.

Ilumi absorbed the information in silence before ending the call without a farewell. He slipped the phone back into his pocket, his expression unreadable.

Hisoka tilted his head, watching Ilumi’s expression—or lack thereof. "Oh? You sound almost reluctant. That’s new."

"You talk too much," Ilumi said flatly, slipping his phone back into his pocket.

Hisoka’s smirk widened. "I’ll take that as a yes." Three Months Later The battlefield was a desolate stretch of land, a ruined outpost at the edge of a crumbling city. The building was high-up, the light coming from Yorknew City could still be seen from there. Faint traces of past conflicts lingered—scorched walls, shattered cobblestones, and the eerie silence that always followed bloodshed. The moon hung high, casting long, jagged shadows across the uneven terrain. Getting past through all the guards that’s protecting the target was an easy task for Ilumi himself. It didn’t take long for him to get past all of them with just his needle. A single strike straight to their skulls was all he needed. He doesn’t understand himself why he wanted to get his job done as soon as possible but for now, he shook off the thought away from his head and focused on killing the target as swiftly as possible.

Ilumi moved with measured steps, his expression as unreadable as ever. His target was near.

A figure suddenly emerged from the darkness—a seasoned fighter, cloaked in an aura of potent Nen. His golden eyes glowed with sharp intensity, his stance revealing years of battle-honed experience. This was not an easy kill.

"So, you’re the one they sent after me. Foolish."

With a surge of power, the man's Nen flared—coiling around him in thick, vibrant waves. He was an Enhancer, a warrior who thrived in direct combat. His fists clenched, the ground beneath him cracking as he propelled forward at blinding speed, aiming to crush Ilumi in a single strike.

Ilumi’s eyes remained devoid of emotion as he shifted his stance. In a mere instant, his form blurred—his speed surpassing human perception. His opponent’s punch whistled through empty space as Ilumi reappeared behind him, fingers poised with deadly precision.

With a flick of his wrist, several needles embedded into the enforcer’s back. The man jerked, his movements seizing up as his muscles stiffened involuntarily. But he fought through the paralysis, his sheer willpower allowing him to resist.

"Impressive," Ilumi murmured, his voice devoid of praise yet acknowledging the resistance.

The enforcer twisted, lashing out with a devastating punch infused with explosive Nen. Ilumi barely shifted, his body weaving through the attack with unnatural ease. With another flick of his hand, a final needle found its mark—straight into the base of the man’s skull.

The enforcer’s body froze completely, his energy abruptly dissipating. His eyes widened in horror as he realized—his body was no longer his to control.

Ilumi stepped forward, tilting his head slightly. "This is the difference between us."

With a mere thought, the enforcer collapsed, lifeless before he even hit the ground. The mission was complete. A slow clap echoed through the night, breaking the silence.

"Beautifully done," a familiar voice drawled.

Ilumi react to the voice behind him. He had sensed Hisoka’s presence before he had even spoken. The magician’s arrival was never subtle—not in presence, not in personality. Hisoka leaned lazily against a broken pillar, his ever-present smirk in place.

"You do have a flair for efficiency," Hisoka continued, eyes gleaming with amusement. "Though I must say, it lacks… excitement."Ilumi didn’t paid him any mind. He then pulled out his phone from his pocket and sent a single message to confirm the completion of the job. His part was done. The moment he put his phone back in the pocket of his pants, his mind wandered once again. This never happened to him before but somehow, ever since she came in his life, everything about him had change. He couldn’t help himself but to indulge himself into his own little thoughts just for this one time.

As he watched the frantic movement below, his thoughts started to get busy—wandering elsewhere.

To a quiet village.

To a dimly lit café.

To a girl who had looked at him as though he was just another customer. It was… bothersome. The thought had followed him through the entirety of his mission, lingering in the back of his mind like an unfinished thread. Her presence should have been insignificant—he should have discarded his curiosity the moment he left the village. And yet, it gnawed at him.

“Well, well~ You look lost in thought.” Hisoka landed gracefully beside him, his ever-present smirk stretching wide. “You’re usually so focused after a mission. Could it be that something is distracting you?”

Ilumi remained silent, but Hisoka’s eyes gleamed with amusement. “How rare. You, of all people, letting something linger in your mind. I wonder what could possibly be so intriguing.” Hisoka tilted his head, his tone lilting with curiosity. “Ah… or perhaps who?”

Ilumi finally turned to face him, his expression unreadable. “You followed me here?”

Hisoka chuckled. “Oh, don’t be so cold. I was simply nearby and thought I’d drop by~” He took a dramatic breath, as if savoring the lingering air of death. “Besides, watching you work is always such a delight.”

Ilumi ignored the comment. “What do you want?”

Hisoka grinned. “Must I have a reason? I enjoy watching interesting things unfold.” He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a whisper. “And I have a feeling you’re about to become very interesting.” Ilumi didn’t respond. Hisoka’s amusement was a nuisance, but not unexpected. The magician thrived on chaos and tension—on pushing people toward their limits just to see how they would react.

The thought of simply leaving crossed Ilumi’s mind, but Hisoka wasn’t finished. “You know,” he mused, stretching his arms, “I quite enjoyed our little café visit. Such a fascinating girl, don’t you think?” Ilumi’s fingers twitched slightly. It was the smallest reaction, nearly imperceptible—but Hisoka caught it. “Oh my~” Hisoka’s grin widened. “So that’s what’s on your mind.”

Ilumi turned away, dismissing him. “You’re imagining things.”

Hisoka only laughed, the sound light but filled with mischief. “Perhaps~ But you wouldn’t be standing here, lingering, if that were true.” He stepped closer, his voice taking on a more knowing edge. “You want to see her again.”

Ilumi didn’t answer. Because, for once, Hisoka wasn’t entirely wrong.

And that was precisely what bothered him the most. Ilumi ignored him, retrieving his needles with methodical precision. As he turned to leave, Hisoka’s gaze flickered with mischief.

"Oh, by the way," Hisoka drawled, stretching lazily. "The village you’re so interested in is preparing for a festival. Quite a grand one, it seems. Lanterns, performances, the whole charming affair."

Ilumi barely reacted, his expression unchanged. "I see." He was silent for a long moment. He was not one for festivals, nor for idle distractions. And yet… the notion of seeing her again, in an entirely different setting, was not entirely unwelcome.

Hisoka tilted his head, watching him with unbridled curiosity. “Thinking of attending?”

Ilumi’s gaze flickered toward him, impassive. “You seem unusually invested.”

Hisoka’s smirk widened. “Oh, I just enjoy seeing how things unfold. And if you happen to be intrigued, who am I to interfere?~”

Ilumi didn’t dignify him with a response. He turned away, stepping off the rooftop into the shadows, leaving Hisoka chuckling to himself behind him. The Day Before The Festival The village hadn’t changed. It was still the same quiet place with winding cobblestone paths, paper lanterns swaying with the evening breeze, and a sky stretched wide and starless.

But Ilumi’s eyes were drawn only to one thing—the café.

Warm light seeped through its windows, casting a familiar glow onto the streets. And inside, she was still there.

She hadn’t left.

He exhaled slowly, though he wasn’t sure why. Relief was not an emotion he should be experiencing. He told himself it was merely curiosity that had brought him back here so soon after completing his mission.

Yes. That was all it was.

He then took a close look around the village once again. It didn’t change that much, except for the decorative lantern being hung up, decorating the streets in a warm hue glow. Then his eyes caught a banner that was being hung across the street, painted with delicate brushstrokes. Festival of Lanterns (提灯祭り[chōchin matsuri]).

His sharp eyes scanned the details. A traditional dance. A shrine ceremony. The event will begun tomorrow evening. The expression on his face didn’t change but, deep in his mind, he sure looking forward to it.

Hisoka, who had been tailing him from behind, hummed in amusement. "How fortunate~ Looks like our dear little hostess has a role to play tonight."

Ilumi’s brows furrowed slightly. Hisoka’s words rang true. His eyes then turned towards the cafe before realizing. She’s not there. Where could she be? Ilumi wonders, why is the cafe still open despite not her not being there? The moment he reached for the door handle, he saw an unfamiliar face was serving the customers. An old woman in her 70’s was the one who’s serving the customer and yet, the soft smile painted on the old lady somehow reminded him of something—or rather, someone. The old lady’s smile looks similar to her soft smile. That’s probably her grandma… was the only thing played in his mind. He turned away, getting ready to leave the cafe before Hisoka’s words struck, “So, you really do want to see her~?” Ilumi paid him no mind and vanished into thin air. Hisoka’s smirked slightly. “How amusing~”

--- The village had begun to stir with the hum of festival preparations, the scent of freshly harvested flowers and burning incense weaving through the air. Lanterns of vibrant colors hung from every storefront and home, their glow promising warmth against the coming night. The townspeople bustled about, decorating, arranging, and chattering excitedly about the Festival of Lanterns.

Among them, she stood quietly, her delicate hands skillfully tying strings of paper lanterns under the eaves of her family’s shrine. The smile on her lips never wavered, the curve of her mouth familiar to all who knew her. A gentle, practiced expression—one that did not falter, even as old memories stirred.

The rhythmic rustling of the wind through the trees reminded her of the night everything had fallen apart. The night her father was taken from her.

She had been too young to understand the depth of the trouble he was in. Her father, despite his warm smiles and playful gestures, had been drowning in debt. Debt so vast and inescapable that it loomed over their family like a curse. He had hidden it well, playing the part of a devoted husband and doting father, but reality struck after that one night where strange men came knocking at their door.

Their voices had been cold, their presence suffocating.

She remembered clinging to the hem of her mother’s kimono, fear was written across her face, watching as her father was dragged away. He had turned back once, offering a reassuring smile—one that did not reach his weary eyes. That was the last time she saw him alive.

Days later, his body was found in an alley, discarded like a broken tool. The news spread like wildfire, whispers following her wherever she went. Pitying eyes, hushed voices, condolences that felt empty. The debt did not disappear with his death—it clung to them, suffocating her mother in its grip.

Her mother, once a woman of grace and gentle hands, began to crumble under the weight of grief. But it wasn’t just the loss of her husband. It was the way her daughter looked at her—the way she smiled. The resemblance was undeniable, a painful reminder of the man who had left her in ruin.

At first, it was the lingering glances, the barely concealed resentment in her mother’s gaze. Then came the nights when her mother would mutter to herself, clutching her head as if trying to rid herself of something unseen. And then, one day, she was simply gone.

They found her body by the riverbank, her pale face reflecting the sky as if she had become one with it. The sight of her mother’s dead body was one disturbing for someone as little as her back then. Then a sudden realization struck her.

She had been left alone.

Her grandparents had taken her in, raising her with warmth that she could no longer fully grasp. The shrine became her home, the traditions passed down through generations now resting on her shoulders. The village adored her, admired her dedication to keeping the customs alive.

But no one saw beyond the smile she wore.

No one saw the fear that sat at the pit of her stomach, the sadness that curled itself around her heart, the hurt that never quite faded. Her falling facade that she shows when she’s all alone in her room.

No one ever questioned the unwavering brightness in her expression, the way she laughed so easily, the way she never faltered.

Because to them, she was the girl who danced beautifully beneath the lantern lights, who carried the legacy of her ancestors with grace. To them, she was unbreakable.

And so she continued to smile.

As the village around her prepared for the grand festival, she tied another lantern in place, stepping back to admire the soft glow it cast. She exhaled slowly, watching as the golden light flickered against the night sky.

No one needed to know. No one ever would.

Tomorrow evening, she would dance beneath the lanterns once more, her movements flawless, her expression serene.

And no one would ever see past the mask she had perfected.

The Festival Day

The night deepened, stars appearing one by one against the velvety darkness. The shrine’s courtyard had transformed into a sea of warm lights, paper lanterns swaying in the evening breeze. The villagers’ laughter and chatter rang through the air, blending with the sound of rustling fabric as shrine maidens moved gracefully, preparing for the rituals to come.

She stood at the heart of it all, her fingers brushing against the delicate embroidery of her ceremonial robes. Her hair was put up, the hair pin decorating her long hair, she almost looks like the Goddess of The Moon herself. The weight of tradition pressed down on her shoulders, but she carried it with quiet grace. Her movements were methodical as she assisted the others, yet her mind drifted.

She thought of the festival nights when she was younger, when her father would lift her onto his shoulders so she could see the lights from above the crowd. She thought of her mother, humming an old lullaby as she brushed her hair, before the sorrow had stolen her away.

Her throat tightened, but she did not allow the emotion to surface.

A soft voice pulled her from her thoughts. "My dear, are you ready? The opening ceremony is about to begin."

She turned, her ever-present soft smile in place. "Of course. I'll be there soon."

As the drums of the festival began to echo through the village, she took a deep breath, steadying herself.

Tonight, she would dance not just for tradition, but for the past she carried within her. And no matter how heavy it was, she would never let it show. --- As the night deepened, the festival was indeed filled with colors and sounds. Rows of glowing lanterns lined the village streets, their soft golden light reflecting in the eyes of those who gathered. Stalls offered sweets and trinkets, while laughter and excited chatter filled the air. The festival had reached its peak, the night sky aglow with thousands of lanterns, their golden hues painting the streets in an ethereal glow. Music filled the air, gentle yet rhythmic, the kind that stirred something deep within the soul. People gathered in clusters, their faces alight with joy as they watched the performance begin. Ilumi stood at the edge of the crowd, his dark eyes unreadable as they followed the lone figure who stepped onto the open stage before the shrine. The girl moved with elegance, her flowing garments trailing like whispers of silk as she raised her arms, welcoming the music’s embrace.

Ilumi’s attention was directed on her.

On the raised platform in the center of the square, where she stood.

Dressed in elegant shrine maiden attire, her figure was bathed in the warm glow of the lanterns. Silk sleeves flowed with her every movement as she began to dance, her steps light yet deliberate, as if weaving through unseen threads of time itself.

The crowd hushed, mesmerized by the performance. And for the first time in a long while, Ilumi found himself watching something he could not predict. Beautiful was one thing but her—she was too enchanting for him no—for the world to watch. The realization left a bitter taste in Ilumi’s mouth. She existed in a space that did not include him.

Yet. His gaze remained locked onto her, watching as she began to dance. Every step was precise, each movement fluid, as if she was weightless against the world. The lanterns above illuminated her, casting a golden shimmer upon her skin, making her appear almost otherworldly. It was hypnotizing—graceful yet calculated, a performance that had been honed for years.

She moved like water, graceful yet untouchable, her expression serene and unwavering. There was no doubt—this was her world, a place where she belonged, a place where she was untouchable. Ilumi wasn’t easily swayed by aesthetics. Yet, as he observed her, something strange curled within him. He recognized discipline in her dance, the meticulous control in every motion. She was practiced, perfected, a display of refinement that demanded attention. But beneath that flawless execution, he saw something else—something more than just a dancer honoring tradition. A mask. Hisoka, who had been watching alongside him, chuckled under his breath. "Beautiful, isn't she? But I wonder…" he drawled, tilting his head slightly. "How long can one wear such a mask before it begins to crack?" Ilumi said nothing, his gaze never leaving her. As the dance neared its climax, she twirled with such precision that the sleeves of her kimono billowed like wings, her face tilted ever so slightly upward, her lips curved in that serene, unwavering smile. It was a smile Ilumi did not trust. He wonders to himself, why her smile back then was different than her smile when she’s on stage? He had seen many expressions in his lifetime—fear, rage, desperation. But this? This kind of smile, so perfected, so unwavering—it was unnatural. And unnatural things always hid something beneath the surface. --- As the festival continued, the winding streets were illuminated by the lanterns, their golden light casting shifting shadows along the cobblestone paths. She stepped away from the crowd, with still dressed in the elegant shrine maiden attire but with one hairpin stuck on her long hair, her hair bang dance along with the cold breeze of the night, drowning herself toward the quieter part of the festival, where the shrine’s steps led into the tranquil night. She stood quietly, looking at the moon hung high, flashback started playing in her mind, clinging into her mind like a torn roses. The pain suddenly came from remembering her past causes her to clutch her hands tightly on her chest. Her smile that she had worn for too long slowly faded from her face. She then pluck the last hairpin on her hair, which causes her hair to fall straight away as she studied the ornament that was decorating the hairpin. It was originally her mothers’. But it had been passed down to her. Mother, am I doing a good job right here…? A single tear escaped from her eyes as she hug the hairpin closed to her chest before finally letting herself broke down from the exhaustion of putting a mask in front of everyone she meet. A sudden creak coming from behind her which causes her to turn around, tear staining her cheeks as she tried her best to look through the darkness behind her. A low chuckle could be heard from the darkness before it began to speak. ”My, the boss did not lie about his daughter growing into a very fine lady~ This way, it won't take her long to finished paying her father’s debt with a pretty face like her~” The person suddenly step out of the darkness. There’s three of them and she knows very well who the three gentleman standing before her was. On instinct, she tried to scream for help before one of the guy swiftly move to her behind and cupped her mouth. “Woah, can’t let you scream…! You should respect those people who’s trying to have fun during the festival…! So, I want you to be a good girl and stay st—” Before he can finished his sentence, she elbowed him hard on his stomach, causing him to lost his grip from her. With that, she then ran as fast as she could to escape from the other two man behind her but to her no avail, the second guy suddenly pulled her long hair causing her fall back on her knees, screeching in pain. He then cup her mouth and nose with a piece of fabric which not for long, her body started feeling numb before her vision finally succumbing to the darkness. Anyone, please… Save me…

[jinxedfuture]

OUUU... OUUUUUUU

[yanderenightmare]

TW: NSFW, noncon/dubcon, size-difference, captive darling, punishment, deepthroating, bondage

gn reader

Thinking about strict daddy dom yandere and how much he hates curse words.

Or… how much he hates curse words when they’re in your mouth.

Says it makes you filthy. Says he’s gotta teach that bratty mouth a lesson.

With your wrists bound up nice and snugly behind your back, he’ll fix a ring-gag around your head – make that mouth gape wide for him, letting drool spill freely down the corners of your lips where they're kept puckered and parted – wet and bloated as he slides his meaty cock between them – making you kiss along his veins until it’s swollen up nice and fat enough to stand on its own. Your face is slapped a bit with the hefty weight, slicking himself in the pretty tears running down your cheeks.

He says he’s gonna fuck all those filthy words out of your mouth. Says your throat’s gonna learn its purpose.

But he starts off gentle – fucking his big bulging cockhead into the soft pocket of your cheek – stretching it out and making more spit froth down your chin – spilling onto your pretty nipples that perk in the cold open air.

He keeps you completely naked when he’s punishing you. Adds to the power-play, you suppose. Where he’s still dressed in his nice suit. Except for his belt – no, he keeps that looped tight around your throat – using it like a leash as he tugs on it to keep you pliant – kneeling on the floor by his feet while he fucks your face.

Your cheek’s sore after a good while, but you’d rather he kept at it instead of what you know’s coming next – after he says it’s time to pick up the pace, when he tells you to take a deep breath before he’s sliding himself over the soft bed of your tongue until the tip hits the back of your throat – though, never letting it stop him for long before he’s pressing on and slowly but surely sending the entire length down your tight guzzle – all the way until your button nose is buried in the pubic hairs on his pelvis – taking him to the hilt with your wet lips stuck around his base and his big balls nuzzling the slick on your chin.

He praises you while keeping himself lodged deep – holding your throat to feel it bob for him as you gag around his thickness. Telling you this is exactly what your sweet throat was made for – not for yelling ugly curse words – but for sucking his cock free of cum.

You’re lightheaded when he starts to rock his hips back and forth against your face – only giving languid thrusts, never enough to ever leave the tight choke of your throat – never enough to allow you a proper breath of air. He’ll just chuckle at your dumb expression – endeared by the way your pretty eyes roll into the back of your head – telling you how happy he is when you’re his sweet baby doll.

He creams your throat after a while – humming a satisfied sigh as you swallow the load before it drowns you. Slinking out of your sticky mouth with a lazy smile on his face – looking down at you with such a patronizing leer as strokes his still hard cock up and down your sweet face – looking all dewy and cute for him – eyes misty and half-masted – mouth still gaping wide from the ring-gag keeping it open, your tongue lolling over it as you pant out like a little bitch in heat – just begging him for more.

Don’t worry, he’ll say. He’s not done with your mouth until he knows he’s washed out every last filthy word – one thorough throatpie at a time.

BNHA – Enji, Aizawa, Deku, Kirishima, Bakugou, Iida, Overhaul

JJK - Nanami, Toji, Geto, Naoya

ATSV - Miguel

DS – Muzan

HxH – Chrollo, Illumi, Leorio