#yandere illumi x reader

[rotten-pomegranates-fics]

Adult trio s/o that says they don’t have to use a condom. That she wants to feel him release in her, and it oozing out of her. She has a breeding kink, but she doesn’t want to get pregnant.

Yessss mwhahahaha feed my pretties

Warnings: breeding, smut, some hair pulling, name calling, plan b pill, afab reader, mentions public sex

Illumi

Illumi is thrilled, hell yeah he’ll cum inside you, he want to see you pregnant even if it’s not what you want

He’ll most likely just pull out and cum on your Pusey if he knows you don’t wanna be pregnant but he won’t be happy about it

If his orgasm is really good he’ll stay inside and just fall on you holding you from whatever position you guys where in until he has to go shower

There’s no going back after this he wants to breed you every time you fuck now

Hisoka

Hisoka is down with whatever, he’ll breed you if you want and if you bring it up and tell him all that he’s gonna make a big deal out of it

Talking about how your gonna be so full even though the next day your gonna have to take the plan B pull because he doesn’t wanna be tied down with a kid

Your gonna regret asking if he really likes it, before you fucked often but now you can be doing the dishes and your getting bent over

He’s not shy about doing it in public either so be to revelling and all of yorknew will see you get bred

Chrollo

Chrollo is the only one who’s a bit reluctant, he really doesn’t want you to be pregnant, he has to much to deal with all ready

But alas what you want you get, it’s a perk of dating Chrollo

He’s gonna make it an annoyingly long process, getting you on birth control, setting a date that lasts all day, when you finally get home your practically gonna jump on him

He’ll take control so it’s easier for you to just pay attention and really feel your warm squishy walls milking him until he cums

He’s gonna run you a nice bath after to, he truly tries his hardest to make this the best for you

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[citrus-writing]

How do you think the Phantom Troupe members will react to the reader almost passing out while having sex with them?

// Yandere phantom troupe members react to darling nearly passing out during sex with them // 

I kept the reason darling nearly passed out vague, since the yanderes wouldn't know the reason, and because one isn't specified. ( However, my assumptions when writing these were something related to fear or nervousness, weakness or pain, or a pre-existing medical condition or some sort- so these can be read with those scenarios in mind, but doesn’t have to be. ) 

Warnings: nsfw, dub-con / non-con, sorta somnophilia, some of these are fluffy and sweet but some are a little bit dark 

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Yanderes that are worried about you, immediately stopping what they had been doing to comfort you and make sure you’re ok. 

Chrollo, uvogin, illumi

Chrollo- 

Chrollo is so romantic and caring towards you, he always takes great care and precision in caring for you- from undressing you to preparing you for him, he’s diligent and incredibly in tune with your needs and desires. 

He kisses down your body with fervor, mouth hot and tongue insistent at all your weak spots, hands following close behind, trailing down your body as well. You’re perfect- soft and beautiful and all his his his. He’s always enamored with the sounds you make, nearly overwhelmed with the pleasure he always gives you, he always loves the face you make, face all flushed and eyes hazy with pleasure. 

That’s why it catches him so off guard when he notices the way you seem less steady; even while laying down, it’s obvious you’re growing dizzy, disoriented, face becoming slightly paler. Your hands grip at the sheets, knuckles nearly white from the force. 

“My love, are you alright?” he asks, stopping whatever he’d been doing to give his full attention to your face and your words. He can't hide the worry in his voice, nor the worried expression he wears. How could he even think to hide such things when you’re so unsteady in his arms. 

“Do you need me to stop?” he soothes- he won't mind if you do need to stop, or slow down- after all, you’re the light of his life, everything he does is for you. Besides, he’d never turn down the opportunity to dote on you and take care of you. 

Uvogin- 

Uvogin is aware he can be overwhelming- from the overzealous roughness of his touch to the sheer size of him, he knows that sex with you can be overwhelming for you, and, if he’s not careful, even painful. That’s why he’s always so careful with you, doing his best to go slow and take good care of you- you, his darling. Because he adores you, and he needs you to enjoy the things he does to you. He needs to see your mouth fall open in a moan so loud it’s nearly a scream, he needs to hear the way your scream out his name. 

When you start to become overwhelmed, body growing shaky and fingers and thighs trembling, he eases up immediately, slowly coming to a stop. Had he gotten too caught up in the moment? Had he gotten a little rough with you? He’s gotten used to watching for signs of discomfort in you, always a little too aware of the way you struggle to take him, so he notices immediately when you start to feel out of it. 

“Hey, you alright?” he asks you. “Was that too much?” he knows he caught your discomfort before it could get bad, with you already looking like you're doing a little better. You’ve stopped trembling so much, face growing a little less flushed, eyes returning from the edge of teariness. He runs a comforting hand through your hair, down your back, pulling you close to him. “I’ve got you, you’re alright.” 

Illumi- 

Of course illumi notices when you start to act distant, nothing ever gets past those wide eyes, especially not when they’re so focused on you- on your face and your body and those sounds you make that make him so hot he can hardly stand it. The first thing he notices is your sounds, growing less so pleasured and more so desperate in a way that almost sounds like pain, and is definitely discomfort. 

“Darling?” he asks, not yet letting up on the motion of his movements, “is it too much?” it’s hard for him to tell how you’re feeling at any given moment- after all, he’s mastered being able to push through any discomfort, but you haven't, you’re so sweet and gentle compared to him, and he needs to remind himself of that often to avoid pushing you too far. 

You nod weakly, a little embarrassed, and a little nervous to disappoint him. He stops his movements instantly, as if you had stopped him yourself. His eyes watch you as you take a moment you steady yourself, obviously trying to gather the strength and composure to explain yourself. And he’d let you explain, but not right now. 

“Don't speak, let me get you something to drink, and help you get cleaned up.” he knows by now you wont fight him on this, when he made up his mind about something it was made. He hates the thought of you in pain, especially from him. Whatever he did to overwhelm you, he’ll make it right. 

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Yanderes that don’t stop, either too caught up in the moment or simply uncaring if you do pass out- after all, they’ll take care of you. 

Feitan, phinks, nobunaga, shalnark 

Feitan- 

You feel too good- wrapped around him like a vice, squeezing so tight. It makes him almost dizzy himself, so when he watches your eyes grow hazy and your body starts to tremble, he thinks very little of it. Maybe even thinks it’s good, afterall, he loves knowing he has an effect on you. 

It takes him a minute to realize how unsteady you are, not dizzy with pleasure necessarily but more so dizzy as you grapple with the edge of consciousness. “Too much?” he asks, voice tight, as he continues to push into you. He watches you nod, shaking hands reaching out to him to steady yourself. 

He lets you tangle your arms around his shoulders, lets you seek out the sensations you need to keep you grounded, but he doesn't stop. He slows down, so slow he’s nearly stopped, but feitan continues to roll his hips into you in a desperate attempt to not let this end. Even just this is more that enough- benign buried to the hilt inside you is perfect, how can he complain when you’re so fucked out that you can hardly stay coherent. 

“So good for me.” he whispers as he forces you to take it. The pace is slow but so so deep, and he watches your face with an intensity that doesn't help you calm down at all, but a part of you really wants to be good for him, so you fight not to struggle against him as you struggle equally hard to stay awake. 

Phinks- 

Phinks always struggles to hold back, especially with you- his beloved darling, but he’d been so sure that he’d been doing a good job at not going too rough, not fucking you as hard and fast as he wanted to- and god, he wants to. 

It catches him off guard when you look up at him with such hazy eyes, lip worried between your teeth, clearly overwhelmed and uncomfortable. Fuck, fuck. “Hey, you’re alright.” he soothes, shifting his weight to free a hand to push your hair away from your face. Looking closer, he can see the telltale signs of being near losing consciousness- the sweat, the paleness, the trembling. He hates that it isn't an immediate turn off- he hates that even with you so uncomfortable he desperately needs to fuck you through the orgasm that he’s sure is going to tear through him. Just a little more. 

“Stay with me, stay with me.” he encourages, looming over you and arranging you into a better position, one where you can relax completely against the sheets. It makes him feel guilty, knowing even now he wont stop, but the way the new position seems to help you eases that guilt a little bit, enough for him to breathe a sigh of relief and continue to rut into you. “fuck, just a little more.” he soothes, watching as you nod nearly incomprehensibly. 

Your perfect, he’s sure he’s close- was even before you started to get hazy from it all, but the way you lay back and take it- so willing, even now- has him fucking into you with a reckless adandon. 

Nobunaga- 

It takes nobunaga a minute to realize how out of it you are- after all, aren't you meant to be hazy, shaky, absolutely desperate? Aren't you meant to be unable to form words, too far gone in the pleasure he gives you? His delusional mind thinks so, and he does love the sight of your flushed cheeks and your desperate gaze. 

“Can't take any more?” he asks you, watching the way your face changes as you struggle to comprehend his words. You shake your head, desperate to convey how lightheaded and uncertain you feel. “What’s that? Use your words.” he encourages, but quickly fucks himself into you harder, deeper, faster, and any words on your lips fail, all you can manage is a choked gasp as you feel any thought youd managed to scrape up disappear back into the void of your mind. 

You look so good he can't help but kiss you- his lips pressed seamlessly to yours, tongue invading your mouth. It can help your overwhelmed state, he’s sure, but it does serve to pull more of those cute little noises from you, swallowed up in the kiss. 

“Got nothing to say? That’s alright, I know what you need.” nobunaga knows your body well by now, he knows how to bring you closer and closer to the edge, he knows how to make you squirm and whimper, and he’s certain that he’ll be able to push you over the edge of consciousness as well. The very thought of being allowed to fuck your unconscious body has him fucking into you with renewed fervor. 

Shalnark- 

Shalnark notices fast the way your breath grows ragged, the way your eyes grow teary. It makes him smile, he’s too much for you, already got you on the edge of consciousness and he’s just getting started.“You’re so cute.” he’s not going to stop, not when you look like THIS, fucked out and desperate and teary eyed. He leans down to press a kiss to your lips, charmed by the way you clumsily reciprocate, likely on instinct, because it’s obvious your mind is somewhere else- or, more likely, your mind isn't anywhere right now. 

Shalnark never has trouble taking more from you than you can handle, and this is no different, in fact, this is even more so the case because you can't seem to beg him to stop. “take it, take it.” he accentuates each word with a particularly deep thrust into you, forcing a desperate cry from your lips each time. You seem a little too far gone to really decide if you need to stop or not, so he’ll decide for you, he doesn't mind. “don't worry baby, you’re alright.” 

Even if it’s too much for a cute little thing like you to handle, shalnark knows he isnt hurting you, and that gives him all the certainty he needs to continue fucking into you like he so desperately wants. And if you lose consciousness, it will only further establish the power he had over you, allowing him to truly do anything he wants with you. It’s perfect, so please, feel free to let go. “you can let go if you want. I’ve got you.”

[krystalisedsoul]

Cafe Nero

Yandere Illumi Zoldyck x Reader

Summary: Illumi, having finished his job for the day, ventured into town and encountered the cafe his grandfather recommended heavily to him.

Notes: just Illumi getting butterflies seeing the reader lol

Word Count: 1154

The city breathed in the damp, metallic air of an approaching storm, its streets slick with the faint sheen of rain that had not yet fallen. Streets wound like veins through the urban body, pulsing with the life of countless strangers who moved with the aimless purpose of ants beneath a magnifying glass. Lanterns flickered weakly against the encroaching dusk, their light swallowed by the shadows that pooled in the alleys and clung to the edges of buildings like stains. Illumi moved through the throng of bodies with the ease of a shadow slipping through cracks, his presence unnoticed, his existence unacknowledged. The crowd parted around him as if by some unspoken instinct, their laughter and chatter fading into a muffled hum that did not touch him. He was a void, a silence where sound should have been, and the world seemed to bend itself away from him, as though afraid to acknowledge what it could not understand.

Neon signs buzzed overhead, their garish colors bleeding into the twilight, while the scent of street food—sizzling meat, fried dough, and spices—mingled with the acrid tang of exhaust. It was a place of life, of noise, of chaos, and yet, in the midst of it all, there was a pocket of stillness.

Illumi stood at the center of the sidewalk, his presence an anomaly in the bustling crowd. He did not move, did not flinch, as people flowed around him like water around a stone. His black suit, impeccably tailored, seemed to absorb the light, its fabric undisturbed by the wind or the press of bodies. The collar of his shirt was stark against his pale skin, and the silver pin at his throat caught the flicker of a passing headlight, a brief, cold glint in the dimness. His gloves, black and fitted, rested at his sides, their surface smooth and unblemished, as though untouched by the grime of the city.

His face was a study in calm, its features sharp and symmetrical, as though carved from marble by a hand that valued precision above all else. His eyes, dark and depthless, scanned the crowd without interest, their gaze passing over the faces around him as though they were little more than shadows. His hair, long and ink-black, fell in straight, unbroken lines around his face, its stillness a stark contrast to the wind that tugged at the coats and scarves of those who passed him by.

The device in his hand buzzed softly, its screen illuminating with a message from his client. The words were brief, devoid of unnecessary sentiment: "Payment sent." Illumi’s expression did not change, but there was a subtle shift in the set of his jaw, a faint tightening that spoke of satisfaction. His lips, pale and finely shaped, did not curve into a smile, but there was something in the stillness of his face, a quiet intensity, that hinted at the cold pleasure he took in the completion of a task.

Around him, the crowd continued to move, their voices rising and falling in a cacophony of sound. A child laughed, high and bright, as they darted past him, their small hand clutching a balloon that bobbed in the air. A vendor called out, their voice hoarse from hours of shouting, offering steaming buns to anyone who would listen. But Illumi noticed none of it. To him, the world was a blur of motion and noise, a thing to be observed but not engaged with. He was a fixed point in the chaos, a stillness in the storm.

For a moment, he remained there, his gaze fixed on the screen in his hand, the faint glow of the device reflecting in his eyes. Then, with a movement so fluid it seemed almost inhuman, he slipped the device into his pocket and stepped forward. The crowd parted around him, their movements instinctive, as though some primal part of them recognized the danger he represented. He did not look back, did not pause, but continued down the street, his footsteps silent against the pavement.

The neon lights flickered overhead, their colors washing over him in waves, but they did not touch him. He was a shadow, a void, a thing apart from the world around him. And as he disappeared into the crowd, the street seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, as though it had been holding its breath the entire time he was there.

Illumi stopped, noticing a café standing at the corner of the square, its windows glowing with a warmth that felt almost obscene in the grayness of the evening. Steam curled against the glass, obscuring the figures inside, but Illumi’s gaze passed over them without interest. ‘Cafe Nero’, his grandfather had mentioned this place, the drinks and bakery becoming one of his favourites when visiting town. Seeing as he finished his work for the day and it wasn’t too late, he decided to make his way to the door.

His eyes, dark and unblinking, were drawn instead to the girl seated near the window. She was a burst of color in a monochrome world, her laughter spilling into the air with a carelessness that felt almost violent. She leaned forward, her hands animated as she spoke, and the people around her leaned in as if pulled by some invisible force. They orbited her like planets around a sun, their faces bright with the reflected glow of her presence.

Illumi did not move. He stood at the edge of the square, his stillness a stark contrast to the fluid motion of the crowd. His hands, gloved and precise, hung at his sides, but his fingers twitched faintly, as though plucking at an invisible thread. He did not know her name, nor did he care to. Names were trivial things, labels for objects that held no meaning. What he saw was not a person but a disruption, a ripple in the carefully ordered fabric of his world. She was wasteful, her energy spent on frivolities—laughter, conversation, connection—things that served no purpose, things that could not be quantified or controlled. And yet, she lingered in his mind like a splinter, small but impossible to ignore.

The wind shifted, carrying with it the faint scent of coffee and pastries, and for a moment, the sound of her laughter reached him. It was a bright, discordant note in the symphony of the city, and it cut through the silence of his thoughts like a blade. His jaw tightened, the faintest flicker of tension betraying the smooth mask of his expression. He turned away, his coat swirling around him like a shadow given form, and disappeared into the crowd.

But the thread remained, thin and unbreakable, tugging at the edges of his consciousness. As Illumi set on his journey back to his mountain, his expression did not change, but something in him shifted, like the slow, inevitable turn of a key in a lock.

[asce-of-hearts]

Can I request a smut with yandere illumi with a size kink & noncon?

Powerless

Contents: Yandere!Illumi x gn!reader smut scenario.

more Illumi content here

WARNINGS: YANDERE, ARRANGED MARRIAGE IMPLIED, NSFW, DUB/NON-CON, SIZE KINK, BREEDING KINK, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, MINORS DNI, AFAB!BODIED READER OTHERWISE GENDER NEAUTRAL.

"Who cares about what you want?" His words are as cold as ever, devoid of emotion. You're half naked, barely able to cover yourself with the bed-sheets, he's shirtless, jet black hair falling over his shoulders.

"You should care." You answer meekly, gasping when he effortlessly tugs away the sheets from your body. "We're married. My desires should matter to you." He tilts his head to the side slightly, and you wonder if this is just another case of miscommunication. His voice is always so even, you've had a hard time distinguishing when he's joking to when he's serious because of this. "I-It really isn't funny, Illumi."

"I'm not trying to amuse you, ___." He's always so robotic, you feel your skin crawl.

"I understand. But- Still... I want to sleep now. I don't want to make love." You breathe in deeply, trying to calm down. "We'll have time for that later... when I'm ready."

When you open your eyes after those words, he's naked and on top of you. His eyes fixed on your face, his body caging yours. You try to move, but he has you trapped against the mattress. He's smiling, amused.

"Make love? When you're ready?" He lets out a chuckle, showing emotion for once. "Don't be absurd. Sex is for reproductive purposes, and from what I know about you..." His eyes travel downwards, to your naked stomach. "This is the best time to put my seed inside of you."

"Illumi!" You scream when he tears at your clothes, he shuts you up by pressing his palm against your mouth, shoving your face against the pillows. Your eyes fill with tears, he's able to manhandle you so easily. He's strong, far too strong. He twists you around to his liking, finding an angle where he's able to line the tip of his cock with the entrance of your cunt. He rubs it against your clit, at least helping you get a little slick.

He tries to push past the tight ring of muscle, barely able to get the tip inside.

"Huh?" He says, more to himself than to your teary eyed form. "Seems like you're too tight for penetration."

"I'm telling you!" You cry out, struggling against the hand that keeps you pinned down. You let out a choked scream when he pushes again, his brows slightly furrowed in concentration.

"It doesn't matter, He groans, his free hand squeezing at your hip, that will surely leave a bruise. "I'll make it fit." His hand travels down to your clip, rubbing it in circular motions that seem far too calculated, it doesn't matter how much you try to deny it, you're getting wetter by the second. "Who would've thought you would be so tiny to fit me? It's my fault too I suppose, I should've thought about it." He smiles again, the hand pinning you to the pillow relenting as he runs his fingers through your hair.

You're limp, sniffling as you stare at the wall. He's finally able to slip all the way inside, bottoming out with a satisfied groan.

"You're so warm inside..." He says, slowly pulling out until only the tip is inside, then slamming back inside you with as much strength as he can without harming you. "Maybe I'll end up liking it too much and making love to you for fun, not just for babies."

He grins, he's making fun of you. You can only moan, taking in the brutal way he thrusts inside of you.

"Wouldn't you like that, ___? Making love to me."

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[that-yandere-shit-archive]

Some yandere illumi hc if his darling escaped him while pregnant would be nice 👉🏾👈🏾

Absolutely worried to hell and back

Of course he’d be pissed but it’s not like he can do much about it when you’re pregnant

The only thing he would be able to do to keep you from doing this again is to stick a small needle into you to keep you from potentially hurting yourself or your child

Illumi would hate to hurt his child, especially if it’s his first one

If he couldn’t find you himself he’d ask Hisoka for help but that would be a last ditch effort

Illumi doesn’t like others seeing you so if you got any help either outside or inside the mansion he will kill that person

Partially blames himself for not being with you at the time of your escape

[mylkys]

yandere illumi hcs

warnings: 18+ smut. dark content. yandere illumi.

word count: 1,073

sfw ☌ that's the closest i could find for a pin oops ☌ n e way ☌ i find it difficult to think of illumi being attracted to anyone, so it'd take a little bit to get his attention. ☌ i feel like it could go multiple ways -you're his betrothed -he meets you at the hunters' exam -you're a contract went wrong (you wiped the floor with his ass) ☌ regardless of how you met, you're a strong nen user. ☌ hisoka will definitely flirt harass you, and when illumi sees this, he’s never wanted to kill someone so badly. ☌ you'd never know that though. illumi never shows any emotion. ☌ out of the adult trio, illumi is the second most likely to kidnap you, right after chrollo. ☌ when he yoinks you from your life, you think it's because he's going to torture and kill you ☌ depending on how you met, it wouldn't be that big of a stretch to assume the worst. ☌ you'd wake up in a cold room with a heavy collar around your neck, and a strange man with black eyes just watching you. ☌ he freaks you the fuck out. ☌ illumi isn't the best at showing how he's feeling- bb boy is emotionally constipated. ☌ so he tries to show how much he adores and obsesses over you with gifts and services. ☌ since you are at the zoldyck estate 24/7, illumi provides you with all sorts of things to keep you occupied- books, art supplies, makeup- if you show an interest in it, he got it for you. ☌ he doesn't understand why they bring you so much joy, but after seeing how you get without mental stimulation, he knew such trivial things were necessary. ☌ only lets his mother, father, and female staff see you. he doesn't want any other man to see you. you're his, and his alone. ☌ if you weren't originally his betrothed, you better bet your ass you are now. illumi wants to make you his wife as soon as possible. ☌ if you were to misbehave and try to escape, 1.) you wouldn't even be able to leave your cell- room. ☌ 2.) illumi would def punish you. i see him as the one most likely to spank and paddle you, maybe even put you in time out, though he doesn't call it that. ☌ he pretty much takes all of your shit and forces you to sit in his lap while he works. ☌ the more you squirm- which is probably a lot because of your tender red ass- the more likely he is to turn you over his knee once again. so just be a pretty thing and sit still :) ☌ he'd probably threaten to use one of his pins- and he's not joking. it'd be a last resort kind of thing, but he's not one to make empty promises. ☌ in some ways, he's the best yandere out of the trio, since you're the best taken care of ☌ in other ways, he's worse. he lacks any sort of emotional body language, making it hard to read him ☌ you get some you lose some.

nsfw

● lol i chose the dots because of his eyes ._. ● so, back to what i was saying about emotional body language... ● he doesn't show it, but when he's around you, his head is a mess. ● that's what made you different- you make him feel things he never knew existed. ● illumi's heart goes ninety miles a minute when he's around you, and when he sees your naked body for the first time? nosebleed. ● he's never seen someone as beautiful as you, and it's overwhelming. ● so overwhelming, he has a hard time control his emotions, that he almost kills you the first time he fucks you. ● ngl, illumi is a big virgin, so add not knowing what the fuck he's doing to having a boner for the first time, you're in for a hell of a ride. ● shit hurts, bad, and his nen gets a little out of control. ● probably doesn't realize how tough he's being on you until he cums. ● he'd stop, catch his breath (wouldn't take long), then look to see you passed the fuck out, probably bleeding and your chest not moving. ● you'd be fine, but illumi vowed to never lose control again. ● it takes a hot minute for you to have sex again- you too scared of him, and he scared of losing control again, so it'd be a bit ●whenever you're ready to get dicked down again, you'll have to tell him. ● you'll probably have to take the reins and guide him the first fews times. ● you'll tell him there's nothing wrong with being rough, just that there are boundaries that shouldn't be crossed. ● once you get back into the swing of things, illumi's back to fucking you in the mattress. ● since he spanks you when you've been bad, he'd absolutely spank you during sex. ● isn't a big fan of giving or receiving head, doesn't see why you'd want to have teeth near your privates, but wouldn't turn down a good handjob. ● likes to finger you when others around- which is rare, but it does happen. ● that being said, if he really had to choose when it comes to oral, giving. he'd use it as a punishment more than anything, edging you until you cry. ● thinks your tears are hot lolol ● okay, so, dick size ● not that there's no girth at all, because there is, ● but it's all about the length baybe. ● there's no way for him to not touch your cervix when he fucks you. ● there are some positions you just can't do because he's too long. ● isn't loud at all, says a few words here and there, lets out a soft moan when he comes, but the most you'll hear from him is his breathing. ● omg this is getting too long what. ● at the end of each session, you're a fucked out sweaty mess, and though he won't say it, he loves seeing you that way.

☌● illumi isn't the gentlest lover- he has plenty of flaws- but there's no doubt in my mind that he'll keep you safe at all costs.

[kurokawaia]

❛ UM, WHAT? ❜

Yandere! Illumi Zoldyck X Fem!Reader

| YANDERE CONTENT |

WC; 1.5k+ | !MDNI! | TW/CW :: in the pre timeskip, i imagine it to be younger illumi there (so when he's around 18-19 and has the short hair), reader is aslo 17-18 before the timeskip. after the timeskip illumi is 26 and you are 25, stalking!!! death

⋆·˚ ༘ * 𝑅𝐸𝒬𝒰𝐸𝒮𝒯 :: (filled request) Could you pls write yandere illumi who has been stalking reader for years now, he finally decides to make his move, bumps into you, casually invites you for a date. But as you start talking to him, he's so in love and obsessed he lets creepy things slip during casual conversation eg. Reader: yeah I go to dance classes, though recently I haven't been enjoying them as much because our teacher keeps complaing about his life problems! Can you believe it! And Illumi replies "Yes, that idiot should've left his cheating wife months ago haha" and Reader's like, how did you know that *sweats* Anyway just creepy illumi pls:3 - ANON

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You were just a high school student when you first noticed him, but only just briefly.

It was one of those ordinary days, but if only you had paid more attention to how this man looked, maybe your life would have turned out different. The man you noticed had quite noticeable features: tall, solemn, a young man who watched you across the street with a curious expression you quickly ignored.

He was dressed in a simple jacket and slack pants, though, his eyes were pericing into your back. You were scared, more or less, the way he was observing you.

With just a headshake, you pretty much forgot the man in your mind, manipulating yourself that he isn't looking at me.

Illumi took an interest in you, for what reason, he did not know. You were just some average girl, not an assassin, and more than likely didn't even know how to use Nen. But you caught his eye.

Your simple life and usual happenings were so different to his own so much that his curiosity was piqued. You looked so innocent that he wanted to taint you to something darker. 

It wasn't very long before curiosity did turn darker and into something more obsessive. 

He started following you more often, always remaining out of your field of sight, and never once approaching you directly. He learned your schedule, your favorite spots, and your friends. He watched over one like a ghost through every mundane task, every joyful moment, and every sorrowful sigh.

Years passed, and that addiction only grew bigger and bigger. The feel of watching you, the satisfaction of knowing everything that happened in your life, made him feel good.

You were his secret obsession, his hidden treasure that no one else could touch.

Then, it happened. You walked down that street, busy with your thoughts, when he decided the time was right. Casually, as if he had suddenly bumped into you, he came towards you. His heart racing from the thrill not of the encounter but of just revealing himself a little.

"Pardon me," he said, his tone silky. You looked up with a jerk since his sudden appearance had startled you. There was something unsettling in the way that he stared at you, yet it was cloaked by a polite smile. "I couldn't help but notice you. We've crossed paths before, haven't we?"

You felt a shiver run down your spine, but you made yourself smile. "I don't think so," you said, trying to keep the subject light.

You had this feeling that you had met this man before but couldn't place with who he was and where you had seen him.

"Perhaps not," he replied lightly, shrugging. "I guess I was mistaken. My name is Illumi. I'd like to get to know you better. Would you be interested in going out sometime?"

"Um, sure," you said hesitantly, unable to shake off the feeling that something was deeply wrong but unable to refuse the polite request. "When would you like to. go out?"

"Would now be okay?" he asks with a tilt of his head, his height was towering over you, you noticed.

"Um, sure," you replied, unable to say no.

You both set off toward a small café in town. You arrived a few minutes early, trying to rid yourself of that strange feeling from earlier. Illumi showed up a little afterwards, his presence still had that air of dread hanging about him which made you uncomfortable, but his smile was warm and inviting.

As you guys settled into your corner booth, you tried to focus on the pleasant atmosphere. Illumi made small talk, his voice smooth and nice. You found yourself slowly opening up, talking about your daily life.

"So, what have you been up to lately?" Illumi asked, never his eyes leaving your face.

Not that he knew of, anyway.

"Well, I've been going to dance classes," you said.

He already knew that.

"Though lately, I haven't really been enjoying them as much. Our teacher just keeps bitching about all his life problems. Can you believe it?"

Illumi's eyes gleamed, "Yes, that idiot really ought to have left his cheating wife months ago. It's pathetic how he drags his personal drama into his classes. Haha."

You felt your heart skip a beat and you froze in shock from his response. "How-how did you know about that?" you stuttered. "I've never told anyone."

Illumi's smile picked up. "Oh, I have my ways," he said smoothly. "I pay attention to the details, you know. It's just a shame he's so miserable. I suppose that's why he hasn't been able to focus on teaching properly."

You tried to compose yourself, forcing a nervous laugh. "Well, I guess you're right. It's just frustrating sometimes."

Illumi nodded, still with that unnerving stare. "I understand. Must be hard on you, dealing with his problems besides your own. I'm sure you are doing your best."

You tried to smile, though the unease in your chest was growing. "Thanks. I guess it just feels like everything's piling up lately."

Illumi's eyes flashed, nay flared, with an eerie serious intent. "Is there anything else bothering you? Perhaps something outside of dance class?"

You felt a little cornered by the intensity of his gaze and hesitated before continuing, "Well, there's this guy at work who's been bothering me. He keeps making these inappropriate comments, trying to corner me whenever I'm alone. It's really unsettling."

Illumi's face clouded for a moment, his frown deepening as he registered your words. "I see," he said slowly. "I didn't realize this. nuisance," he grumbled to himself, cursing himself on how he could have missed something like that in your daily life.

He thought you didn't hear what he said, but you did. A chill ran down your spine at the way he said it.

You hastily tried to change the subject with the urge to get away from the intensity in his gaze. "But enough about that. I'm glad we could meet today. It has been nice talking to you."

Illumi's smile picked up once more, but didn't quite reach his eyes. "Yes, it has been. I enjoyed our time together."

You got to your feet, collecting your things and moving to leave. Illumi followed suit, escorting you to the door of the café. Outside, both of you stepped into the cool evening air, you noticed him freeze for a moment, his eyes set on something far off.

Almost as if he was gauging what move to take next.

"Well, it's time to say goodbye for now, I suppose," you said, forcing cheerfulness into your voice.

Illumi smiled reassuringly but there was something beneath that made you scared. "Indeed. I look forward to the next time we meet."

And so you went off in opposite directions, you homeward. You had walked a way when you couldn't rid the feeling that Illumi had looked at you just one beat longer than he needed to.

Later that night, Illumi sat with reflections upon his mind, bothered by the new information about the man that's been bothering you. How could he have missed this-one nuisance? 

He prides himself on how well he watches over you and has always been fully aware of your every move.

This guy slipped under his watchful eye, and that irked him.

Illumi's face darkened as he made his way to the place where you worked. He found the man who had been harassing you. Getting ready to leave for the night, the man didn't notice Illumi approach him.

The man was turning around, startled by the sudden appearance of the tall stranger. Before he could even utter another word, Illumi's hand had closed tightly around his throat. His eyes widened into a fearful expression as Illumi's voice, in low tone.

"You have caused my precious one unnecessary distress," Illumi said softly, his tone chilling. "For which you shall pay the price."

Illumi made sure the man would never utter another word ever again, his movements calculated and cold. 

The threat to you was gone, and your world would never be disrupted by anyone else other than him. 

No one was ever to come between him and the object of his obsession.

Do not copy, steal, modify, etc. Relogs and like are appreciated.

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[narrators-journal]

Initial inquiry

cw: Stalking, masturbation, Illumi bugs you, think that’s about it! Enjoy the part

Previous part: here

First part: here

With the most necessary information under his belt and no jobs yet, Illumi went to your home and set about watching you. From what he'd found out and what his brother had told him, you didn't have a boyfriend or partner, although you had been on a date the night he'd run into you, so he couldn't be entirely sure of your relationship status just yet. For the first few days of surveillance, Illumi stayed in a tree in your front yard where he couldn't be seen, simply learning how often you left your home and who all came to visit, which wasn't a lot. Then, he moved closer to your home and watched you through the windows for a few more nights, being extra careful to not be seen.

Some part of him was relieved to find you didn't get up to anything, no visitors came, no parties were held, the most risque thing he saw you do was walk around your home in nothing but a thigh length (f/c) robe. He could easily break you of that bad habit.

Finally, after about two weeks of watching you, the tall man was confident in your reclusive life style. The most social he'd seen you since the party was when your friend, someone named (f/n), came over for a night or two, but they were a college student, only around for the weekend, so he wasn't worried. All he had to do was wait for Tuesday night to slip into your home when the place was dark and quiet.

Carefully, Illumi maneuvered through the window of your back room, expertly avoiding any obstacles or noisy foot holds as he slipped into your home. From there, it was simply a task of being careful as he slithered through your home, placing listening devices and covert cameras that would allow him or his brother to watch you while on jobs or at the estate. He also was sure to find your favorite, most worn accessory and bug it with a spy cam and listening device, just to ensure he could keep track of you even if you did leave your home. With the bugs placed, Illumi decided to simply look around. Your home was a mess, littered with clothes and garbage from snacks and drinks you'd had, little tools for your hobby, stuff like that. What a slob he thought as he examined a pair of boots that surely weren't yours stationed by the door with a hum. I didn't see anyone aside from that friend come by in the two weeks I've been here, surely she's not in a relationship serious enough to have work boots left here. He thought, but despite the assurance, the sight of them still bothered him. Not only was it a strike to his pride as a thorough, observant assassin, but it just...bothered him to see a potential man's shoes amongst the collection of slippers and shoes you had.

He brushed the feeling away though. If there was a romantic partner he somehow didn't know about, he'd just kill them, simple as that. contemplation for why he was so certain with that decision would have to wait for later, for now, he continued his exploration. After all, if you really did have a man in your life, surely there'd be more evidence. However, after checking your laundry, the few pictures he could find of you and other people, and your phone, Illumi was satisfied that the boots were nothing. Though, after putting your phone back in its spot near you, he was faced with a bit of a different dilemma.

There you were, laying on your back in bed before him, peacefully asleep in, judging from the bit of bare thigh he could see peeking from beneath your mussed blanket, a pretty meager sort of pajamas. Just leave. Before she wakes up and finds you here. He told himself, but it was as if such an innocuous part of the body put him in this weird hypnotic trance. Despite knowing he shouldn't linger in a place where he'd so easily be seen, Illumi just found himself staring at your (s/c) thigh, a strange urge to reach out and touch it nagging at him from the back of his mind, fueling a powerful fire in his gut. He pushed these urges away though, finally forcing his dark eyes away from the bit of skin he could see and leaving your bedroom.

He shook his head once back in your living room, pushing down the lustful thoughts that were now bubbling up. You can't do anything to her. He chided himself, If you did you'd leave evidence and she could report you. However the logic didn't help to quell the hormonal waves eating at him.

This was one thing he disliked most about being without a wife. He didn't dislike being horny, he understood it was a primal need that not even he could repress, but without a wife to take care of these needs, it just left him with two options, either leave it until it eventually dies on its own, or go the disgraceful route and get himself off. He usually went for option a, it sucked the most but he felt like masturbation, while satisfying and quicker, was a waste of perfectly good DNA. However, tonight he didn't exactly have the patience to wait, so he bit the bullet and decided to sit in your bathroom and just get himself off.

Your bathroom was messier than he would like, but he had no time to bother with that. He sighed and just shifted his pants down to free his hardening cock. Then, with another soft sigh, Illumi began stroking himself at a slow, steady pace, allowing the dirty thoughts that were now swirling around in his mind to linger and grow. It wasn't a mystery why Illumi responded the way he had, aside from the fact he hadn't exactly had a woman recently, you were no where near unattractive, he'd seen enough of your curves in the dress he'd met you in to know that, so he had no problems in finding thoughts to fully stiffen his member further and add to the pleasurable friction his hand provided. So, he just thought of doing things to you, mainly imagining your fairly plush thighs squeezing around his cock while he slowly thrust in and out of them. He also let his thoughts drift into different areas, fantasies of breeding you, of holding you down while you squeal and plead for him to stop, making you beg for him to cum inside of you, so many things easily came to mind pertaining to you, maybe a concerning amount of thoughts. Nonetheless, it worked to reach his goal. Before long, the waves of euphoria that clouded over his mind reached their peak and he couldn't restrain a low groan while his dick twitched and released spurts of virile cum onto your bathroom floor and a pair of (color) underwear you'd left on the ground.

Illumi took a moment, letting out a breath and letting the warm, slightly shaky feeling fade before he focused on listening for any sounds in your home. Luckily you hadn't seemed to stir, so he had time to pull his pants back up and grimace at the splatters of jizz on the floor. With a sigh, he crouched down and just used the pair of panties he'd soiled with his seed to wipe up the evidence. He would've used toilet paper or something, but the (color) underwear were undoubtedly ruined, so he just used them to clean up the rest and than wrapped them in toilet paper and pocketed the disgraceful evidence. After that, he decided against further lingering. It was getting to be morning, and he didn't want to have another reaction like that where he was more likely to be caught. So, he left through the same way he'd come in.

[rotten-pomegranate]

Yandere Illumi and humiliation

Warnings : Noncon, spanking, maid kink, humiliation, bondage, hints of hisoka using reader

Tags: @dauntinglie

Notes : this was a request I misunderstood at first so I hope the person sees it

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One of illumi s favourite punishments for you is humiliating you, he just loves having you bent over his knee or bowing down to him with a butt plug stuffed deep in you on full display, makes him feel like a god

One of his top ways to humiliate you is make you walk around the with the maids and butlers watching with a dildo or a vibrator stuffed in you

This follows him into the bedroom, most of your interactions in his bed arent what any normal person would call consensual, of course there are those times were you go to him but they are rare and spread out when they do happen, coming back to him forcing you into sex, he loves making you preform humiliating acts while he’s in the mood

Making you beg for him and then mockingly asking how the people of your life before him would react if they seen you now

He loves degrading you, pushing you into the bed by your neck and calling you every name under the sun while you gasp out please for him to stop in between trying to breath and push him off

Spanking. It’s his number one thing to do, nothing fixed your attitude like getting bent over his lap and spanked like a disobedient child

And don’t think just because your behaviour is good you won’t get punished, he’ll slap you across the face if you respond to slow

Overall he just loves humiliation

[mereniss]

FALSE EBULLIENCE

≡;- ꒰ °yandere!Illumi Zoldyck x f!Reader ꒱

⋆˙⟡ — SUMMARY: killua felt dumb for not understanding you sooner.

⋆˙⟡ — tw + info: mentions of kidnapping, forced relationship, mentions of forced marriage, teens that are ENGAGED (but they are like 18-19), shorthaired illumi, author uses big words (rare occurrence), inspired by a gojo fic i read on tumblr but i cant find it :(

wc: 343

Killua doesn't know where you came from. He first remembered seeing you at a family dinner when he was maybe 4 years old. All he knew was that you were his older brothers girlfriend, maybe even his fiancé, but he never really thought about it beyond that.

You would often play tag and other outdoor games with him, always a smile on your pretty face, running around in your lavish kimonos. He could only ever think of one thing when he was with you; you were so nice.

Aren't married people supposed to love each other?  Theres no way that someone as kind as you would ever love his brother. Illumi was an assassin, do you even know what that is? Killua never really saw you and his brother interact. When his brother was home, you wouldn't spend time with Killua, instead, you would follow Illumi around the estate, your gaze solemnly lowered, and cowardly still.

That was until one day when you were playing with him, and his older brother—who was thought to be on a mission for the next two weeks—had surprised the two of you. One word: y/n, and your face turned white. Killua watched as you quickly turned around to see Illumi—who was also still a teenager—staring down at the two of you. No, you weren't just scared, you were terrified. Illumi's missions always start and end on time, why was he here so soon? Illumi quickly grabbed you by the arm and dragged you away from him. You looked so panicked, so petrified, even Killua was starting to get anxious. 

Killua understood now that you didn't love his brother. It was so obvious now. How did he not notice the look of paranoia that adorned your face around the time when Illumi was scheduled to come home?

He asked his grandfather about it later that day, and he seemed to pity you. He went on about how love comes in so many different forms, and that he shouldn't worry about it.

Whatever, it's none of his business anyways.

[0asisbliss]

Rust, mold, and dirt. It was once pilled in this basement now it’s a bedazzled room of (f/c). It was sickening how much you hated being with them you wanted to kill them with every once of blood you had in your veins. The bed made you want to curl a up and puke. The slick sheets that you slept in since they threw you in this hell hole were soft, and pretty. You gripped the sheets almost damaging your nails in the process. You heard the door open, and you looked up with hatred streaming down your eyes. Tears were ran down your face from stress, and anger. They came in the room with a decapitated head. What the hell?! Whose head is that? He put the head more in the light. Your mother. It was your fucking mother. Her pretty hair, and the smile you always saw on her face is now frozen in a shock expression. Her eyes a dilated white. She looks like she’s been dead for a while. You haven’t seen her in months because you were stuck inside the ranky-dank basement. It’s official you’re about loose your fucking mind.

MUZAN, Douma, Kokushibu, (DS) CHROLLO, Shalnark, UVOGIN, Nobunaga, Illumi, FEITAN (HXH) SHIGIRAKI, Dabi, (BNHA) SUKUNA, Gojo, Geto, Higuruma, (JJK) Buddha, Poseidon, LOKI, Anubis, (ROR) Chuuya, Dazai, (BSD) or any of your other faves.

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[citrus-writing]

What do you think the phantom troupe would be like with a darling who needs medicine for their mental state? If this request doesn’t suit your tastes don’t pressure yourself to write it please

Thank you for the request! If you have anything else you’d like to see, feel free to request again! 

Yanderes with a darling who needs mental health meds--- 

Warnings: discussions of mental health and mental health meds, discussions of beign denied your meds  

Yanderes who are adamant about you taking your meds, who never let you miss a dose and who watch you take your meds obsessively. Because you're their darling, their love, and they can't let anything bad happen to you. 

Chrollo, nobunaga, uvogin 

Chrollo- he’s obsessive when it comes to you, never careless with the thing that is most precious to him; you. And your meds are no different. He’s certain to make sure you take your meds at the times you're supposed to, at the same time everyday. And if you take some meds as needed, he doesn't mind when you need to take them. He’s diligent with your wellbeing, wanting to prove to you that he can take care of you. 

Nobunaga- he worries so much about you, about your health and your wellbeing, so of course he makes sure you take your meds. He’s not quite as intense about it as chrollo is, but one glaring difference is that he is always the one to give you your pills. He likes knowing you rely on him, and while he’d never deprive you of the meds you need, he’s not above making it seem like he might. So everyday he makes you ask oh so nicely if you can have your pills. 

Uvogin- the least obsessive about your health of these three, uvogin feels confident that if you could take your pills before you can still be trusted now that you’re living with him. Of course, if you prove him wrong about that he’ll have to adjust his strategy, but he wants you to maintain some level of independence, even if you never get to leave your shared home. He will remind you if there’s a chance you forgot them, but other than that, he leaves it to you. He also never threatens to take them from you, because he knows he’d never be able to hurt you like that. 

Yanderes who will take your meds from you as a punishment, who don't mind being the bad guy and taking something you desperately need if it makes you behave. And you’re always so grateful when you get them back, so just be good and don't make them mad, and you’ll get to keep your meds. 

Phinks, shalnark 

Phinks- he doesn't want to take your meds from you, afterall, you’re so much happier when you're on them, and he loves when you're happy. But after seeing how desperately you need those pills, and how you’d do almost anything to get to keep them, he realizes that taking them is the perfect threat. He won't hesitate to take them from you if you refuse to follow his rules, but he’s always willing to give them back once you settle down and start behaving. 

Shalnark- he doesn't mind taking your meds from you if he has to. While he fell in love with your smile and your laugh, your tears are equally beautiful. And if you can't leave to behave, you’ll have to be punished, and really, this is quite tame compared to what he could do. He’ll mock you all while youre without your pills as well, teasing that if you were good this wouldn't have to happen. So really, it’s your fault. But once you learn to behave, he gives them back gladly, ecstatic to see your smile return in the following days. 

Yanderes with a more complicated relationship with your meds, who can't seem to settle into any certain schedule with them. Why should you need these pills when you have them to care for you? Why should you need these pills when you have them to make you happy? Would it really be so bad if they took them from you? But they soon realize that you do need the pills, and they relent. These yanderes are hard to predict in this regard.  

Feitan, illumi��

Feitan- he doesn't mind you taking these meds in theory, but he hates knowing you're so reliant on something like medicine for your happiness. He wishes you didn't need the meds, both because he wants to be all you need and also because he has to supply you with your meds, and getting them is a hassle. For a long while he tries to take you off them completely, but eventually he learns life is easier if he lets you take your pills. 

Illumi- he is on some level offended that you have to take these meds. Shouldn't you be happy just to be with him? Shouldn't you be more grateful? At first, he thinks you're just throwing a fit when you become so distant after he takes them away. But as the punishments stack up and you dont relent, he realizes you do actually need them. He gives them back to you when you’re behaving well, but as soon as you start to act up he takes them away again. 

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[krystalisedsoul]

I started my period today, which means it’s time to think about how Illumi Zoldyck would act if you started your period for the first time in the house.

Morning comes, and for once, you’re up before him. It doesn’t take him long to notice the bloody stains where you lay. As for where you are? He doesn’t have to think too hard about that either, your sniffles from the bathroom are hardly as muffled as you think they are.

You refuse to open the door, stubbornly sobbing and insisting that nothing is wrong. He holds onto the handle firmly, left with no choice but to force it open. There you are, curled up in nothing but a navy lace nightgown—one of many he’s filled your wardrobe with.

“You’re only embarrassing yourself further by locking yourself away. We both already know you bled the bed.”

He’s so mistakenly rude I can’t help but love it. But don’t get it wrong—he means well. He just doesn’t know how to say it without looking down on you. You’re not a Zoldyck (yet). You’re not an assassin. You weren’t raised with the training he had. You both know you are very much below him in practically everything, he doesn’t shy from constantly reminding you about that every day somehow.

And yet, he cares for you—in his own, twisted way.

“You don’t have pads.”

“Huh?”

”…Where are the pads?”

For the first time, you think you might have seen Illumi completely frozen. It didn’t last longer than a few seconds, he made sure to compose himself but his eyes turning to the cabinets let you know enough. A cold-blooded killer, sure, but when it comes to women’s health, he is painfully uneducated. It’s not exactly a topic his mother would have bothered to discuss with him. She was always too preoccupied with talking about him or his brothers, not about her menstrual state.

“A butler will take care of that after you shower.”

And just like that, you’re scooped into his arms and carried off to a separate room. Don’t worry, before stepping out, he made sure to tell the butlers to avert their eyes from my body. Could he have let you change into something else? Sure. But what’s the point of dressing you just to undress you again?

Surprisingly, Illumi isn’t the worst at helping with a shower. He’s respectful enough to let you clean myself, but that doesn’t mean he leaves. He stands right in front of the tub, his eyes locked onto your body, more specifically, the blood trailing down your thighs, swirling into the water. He watches intently, as if studying something foreign.

By the time you’re done, he’s already set out fresh clothes for you, another gown, this time black, with thicker material. It’s warm. Comfortable, even. It’s something you might’ve worn before he took you away. And to your surprise, he’s also brought out a pair of fluffy black knee-high socks.

“I don’t want to wear them.”

He doesn’t speak at first, just clenches his jaw. His hands twitch around the socks.

“You have no choice. You need to keep your body warm on your period, including your feet.”

I suggest not arguing again.

For one, Illumi really wants to see you wear those socks.

And two, he doesn’t mind teaching you a lesson about denying your fiancé’s wishes.

If you thought being on your period would earn you a little mercy, you were dead wrong. He knows you’re already in a lot of pain, and that’s exactly why the lesson would be more impactful.

Later that day, he has a job. An assassination, obviously. You don’t ask details, and he doesn’t offer them. But before leaving, he gives the butlers strict orders regarding your care, things they were probably already going to do, but now it’s no longer a suggestion. It’s an obligation.

And unbeknownst to you, while he’s out, he’s checking his phone in between the job. He’s reading their updates.

“She’s eaten only three bites of her food.”

“She’s gone to the toilet.”

“A used pad has been disposed of.”

Each message is clinical, precise. The way they talk about you is similar to how they’d report on a mission. Cold. Efficient. And Illumi prefers it that way.

You, on the other hand, have no idea he’s watching over you like this. You go about your day in pain, curled up in bed, pressing a warm water bottle against your stomach, trying to will away the cramps. You barely eat. You don’t move much. And eventually, the pain, the discomfort, the sheer exhaustion, it gets to you. You cry and lock yourself in the bathroom again.

That’s when Illumi comes home.

A butler must have informed him because he doesn’t waste any time. The lock on the bathroom door is meaningless to him. He forces it open just like he did this morning. He doesn’t speak, nor does he waste time in moving after quickly scanning your body.

You barely register it when he pulls you up and into his lap. His arms encircle you in a stiff, calculated embrace, comfort, if you could even call it that. There’s no warmth in it, no soothing words, no gentle hushes against your ear. Just silence. Heavy and suffocating.

And yet, you cling to him.

Not because he is soft, or safe, or kind—but because he is here. Because there is no one else, nothing else, no arms but his to fall into. It is an instinct more than a choice, the way your fingers grasp at him, the way you burrow into his shoulder despite the rigidness of his hold.

Like a moth drawn to a flame, not for warmth, not for comfort, but because it is the only light in an endless dark. Because even as it burns, even as it consumes, it is still better than being alone in the cold.

[asce-of-hearts]

Can I get Illumi’s thoughts and reaction to his wife birthing his child?

Domesticity

Contents: Some headcanons for Yandere!Illumi when his wife is pregnant :)))

more Illumi content here

TAG LIST

WARNINGS: SOFT YANDERE, MENTIONS OF PREGNANCY AND CHILDREN, FEM!READER, USAGE OF THE TERM "WIFE", CONTROLLING BEHAVIOR.

Illumi already thought of you as this precious creature who can't exist outside of his care. You're nothing more than a doll to him, a puppet who requires him to pull the strings of your life.

But when you get pregnant those feelings become even more overwhelming. He's over you, really over you. All of those years working as an assassin without a break finally come to use as he's able to take a vacation to take care of you during your whole pregnancy.

Everything he and everyone else does must be catered for you to be happy and safe, content with your life so that you need for nothing.

If you ever express wanting or needing anything, he's on it instantly. No matter how superficial or mundane it may seem. This extends to pregnancy cravings, you mention the faintest desire for a certain food and he has already brought a ton of it to you, allowing you to indulge to your hearts content.

Your diet and day are monitored to the last detail. He has always been incredibly meticulous and careful, everything in your life is controlled by him. The moment you wake up, what you eat, what you do during the day, even the exercises you do to maintain yourself healthy during the pregnancy are looked over and assisted by him.

If there ever is any complication with the pregnancy, such as gestational diabetes or increased blood pressure you're bed ridden immediately. He will not hesitate to tie you to the bed if he feels that's what it takes to keep you safe. Of course, even then he's there to keep you company. His precious wife will never, ever feel alone.

When the birth-date is near Illumi doesn't leave you alone a single second, he insists on bathing you, always excusing his behavior with the very rational in his opinion fear that you will slip and fall and die with your baby while bleeding out. A true fatalist for sure.

He insists on a natural birth, finding endearing when you curse at him and his entire family as you push. He lets you squeeze his hand as much as you need, even if he thinks you will break it from how hard you grip.

Very mindful of you after you've given birth. You will not do ANYTHING other than care for your child the first few months. He wants you to be completely back in shape before returning to your normal life, and even then, he will not let you or his child out of his sight for too long. He needs to make sure you're both safe, and most importantly, his.

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Yandere Illumi Zoldyck Headcannon Pt. I

Illumi is the type to be so unfamiliar with a simple crush he thinks he’s bewitched when he keeps thinking of you

So when he diverts from his trip home after a successful job it's completely logical

He’s just trying to release himself from this hex

He might even recruit Hisoka 

he’s so sure of it

Whether you’re hanging around Killua and Gon or just hanging out in a city where he was working he makes his way to you

With tons of plans up his sleeves, he goes in

Only to freeze on the spot when you look him in his eyes

“Uhm can I help you?”

“....”

Hisoka’s intervention is the only thing that will save him

Physically shaking the man’s gaze is the only way he starts functioning again

Hisoka will have a good laugh 

But his family wouldn’t 

Whether it's a worldwide disaster that brings the heads of the Zoldyck family together and you're a fighter

or just investigating on their own they’ll bear witness to it

The way you arrive on the scene and Illumi.exe just stops workin

Of course, you don’t notice that the assassin is just wigging out because you’re (inadvertently) talking to him

When they do realize you’re not putting him under some spell 

And he’s just weird

They encourage him to just have you take you if necessary

Whether that’s abducting civilian-you or trying to defeat you on a wager to marry him

All that advice goes out the window because he can’t even talk to you

He doesn’t know the embarrassment 

He doesn’t know butterflies in the stomach

Not until you

You suddenly become this onus that baffles him in every which way

Whether you’re strong enough and aware enough to confront him

Or have little to no use of nen and have no idea who he is

He won’t be able to do anything until he’s able to handle you

But why would he ever 

He loves you 

Even if you’re making him seem like some incompetent lobotomite

[envy-of-the-apple]

Total Care

Dark!Illumi Zoldyck x reader

18+ content

This was a request....that i accidentally deleted...sorry anon!

(Dark Content, Dubious consent, forced masturbation, voyeurism, implied kidnapping)

One of the more aggravating things about Illumi's personality is his attentiveness.

You eat three times a day. You sleep for exactly 9 hours. You get sunlight, time to move around. Physically, you're well-taken care of, curtesy of your diligent captor.

Even pleasure was moderated by him.

"Well?" You cringe at his voice. You still refused to look at Illumi. Looking would make it even worse.

You fought the first time he crawled into bed with you. The second, third, and fourth time too. Your orgasms were always inevitable.

Sex is very important for your health, he'd often say after the 'session'. Like he was being altruistic about fucking you. Like you were the crazy one for resisting when he pinned you down with superhuman strength, making you cum on his fingers, his tongue, his cock.

You don't fight as much these days, but you still make excuses, 'Illumi, not tonight', 'Illumi I'm tired', 'Illumi please-'

To your surprise, he relented at that.

He pulls back, staring at you with eyes that died lifetimes ago. Or maybe they were never alive in the first place.

"You aren't satisfied with the sex," he says, always blunt, always straight to the point.

You don't answer. Saying anything he wanted you to say would be a lie so you keep your mouth shut and pray that this won't accelerate to something violent.

Still, nothing could compare you to what he says next.

"Fine. You do it, then."

That phrase brought you to your current predicament: With you on the rumpled bed far too big for just two. With Illumi sitting on a chair, legs elegantly crossed.

He's so pretty. Even in his worst moments, despite your fear, you could never convince yourself otherwise. Tall. Shiny hair, long and black. A slender shape that's surprisingly well-built. An angular jaw.

He reminds you of a carnivorous plant. They use their sweet nectar to distract flies from their voracious appetite. It makes you wonder if Illumi is using the same trick on you.

You still have your clothes on, but you feel just as naked underneath his gaze as you cower on the bed. His eyes are stripping, bleach that burns your skin. You shift the blankets closer, but you don't cover your body. Illumi hates it when you hide from him.

You know what he wants you to do. You just can't bring yourself to. Hands hover over your shirt, twitching and waiting.

Illumi, as always, picks up on your hesitance.

"Or, I'd be glad to-"

"No." You reel yourself in, sucking in a dry breath, "I'll-I'll do it."

Because anything is better than him touching you. Raking sharp nails over your soft skin. His teeth.

Anything is better. Even this, you try to convince yourself.

When your fingers hesitantly trail toward your covered cunt, he clicks his tongue.

"Take it off," Illumi demands, "I need to see that you're doing it right."

You shudder at his words, but you comply because anything is better.

You should be used to being naked around him. You don't think you ever will. Even if one day, when your mind is obedient to him, your nerves will never forget.

It's not cold, but you still shiver when you hike up your nightgown, right up to your stomach. He's clearly displeased that you don't take it off, but he doesn't say anything about it. Your panties come next. You roll them off your legs, bunching them right by the blankets.

"Spread your legs." Illumi's voice is back to that monotone lilt. You do as he says, widening the gap a little. When he gives a disapproving scoff, you spread them a little more, fully showing your bare cunt.

It's already humiliating, with you half-naked and him fully clothed, but his sheer nonchalance made it even worse. He looked the same, eyeing your body with a blank stare. It was far worse than a punishment.

He gives a wordless nod. You swallow, and then you can't maintain the eye-contact anymore. It's better to pretend that it's just you. It's better to just look down, ignore his stare.

You're already wet. Your body has gotten used to his touches. Your clit is already sensitive. You jolt when you touch it.

It's something familiar. You've done this before. Months ago, before you woke up in this cold mansion, a large empty room. When you were at home (your real home), with a toy that sank into you just right. Illumi didn't provide such luxuries.

You force yourself to drift off, squeezing your eyes tight, thinking about anything else. A hot celebrity, your ex, or just no one at all. You rub your clit faster as your body responds. Your hips twitch, your walls squeeze around nothing.

But he's watching. And it's too much—it's too much—

You stop, breaking down into humiliated sobs. It's enough to make him draw closer. In an instant, he's right there, enveloping you underneath him.

"Don't you see?" He coos, enveloping you within his arms. "You couldn't do it, by yourself, could you?"

He doesn't even give you the luxury to disagree. You find yourself nestled within his grip. His cold fingers replace your own. A long finger sinks into your clenching pussy. A thumb rubs circles on your swollen clit.

You come like that, hiding in his arms, no longer having to see your own debauchery. He gives a soft kiss on your hairline, kind enough to let you ride his fingers.

"You need me, my love," he says. He almost sounds kind.

His smile digs into the top of your head.

"You need me for everything."